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"Island Fever" - Chapter 6 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2005
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Looking over at Kristanna for a brief instant, I could not
help but to openly smile at her. Was there anything not to
appreciate about this young woman and her overall physical
appearance? If so, I certainly was not aware of it.
Kristanna's graceful, tall frame, long-flowing blonde hair
and pretty blue eyes helped make her into a classic beauty.
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 nice,
tantalizing view of her sexy cleavage.
Kristanna, of course, was my friend from Norway. Blessed
with a very slender and athletic body, her personality and
infectious demeanor matched flawlessly. She had been a ray
of sunshine in my life ever since the day that I met her some
five years ago. Now, Kristanna had finally made her return
to the island. I could not be any happier, either...
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, using a Norwegian
accent. "Da vedder vas so cold and brisk in Oslo last
night. But I shed me yacket ven da plane reach Florida. It
vas like night and day, Jeremy. Florida be steaming hot!"
I grinned at her. I simply loved to listen to this young
woman talk. Her unique (and extremely sultry) voice _ALWAYS_
made me smile. I also liked her yacket/jacket pronunciation.
I sometimes wondered why Kristanna said my name correctly.
Why wasn't I _Yeremy_, instead of _Jeremy_, to her? Norway
was a great country to have produced 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
a primary reason why all of the other ladies were here on
the island in the first place. Without her assistance. I
would still be living on this tropic of eros all by myself.
Kristanna's travels started last evening in Oslo, Norway,
where she boarded an airline flight to Frankfurt, Germany.
The 24-year-old hooked up with a connector flight to Miami,
Florida, and then finally made her way to Lima, Peru.
From there, she was escorted to the island in a helicopter
by a pilot friend of mine (whose name was Chuck). Her family
lived outside of Oslo, but Kristanna had also spent some time
in California during recent years as a college student. She
was majoring in - of all things - archeology.
Of course, as I continually gawked at Kristanna, I knew
that the other ladies would grow to like her just as much as
I did. She was just so nice and friendly, and charismatic.
How could anyone not like a woman this beautiful and funny?
"Tell me about da udders," was her next comment. "Do yew
have a favorite amongst da girls yet?"
"I thought I did, but I'm not so sure anymore," was my
response. "If you made me pick one right now, I think it
would be... Trish. Yes, Trish. I have gone through so many
of the girls this week, and flip-flopped between them so
many times, that I am going to hold off for awhile before I
finally decide who my favorite really, truly is. At various
times I have liked Devon, Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy the
most. Since yesterday, at least, I am becoming more and more
attracted to Trish. Yesterday was... it was... INCREDIBLE."
Kristanna smiled at me. "Vat happened yesterday?"
"Trish helped me take Lindsay's virginity."
"Oh," Kristanna responded, looking a bit surprised.
"I still cannot believe that we brought a virgin to the
island with us, Krissy. Lindsay is so sweet and innocent,
and so young! She reminds me of you when you were 19."
"I vas not a virgin ven ve meet each udder back den."
"Yes, but you were sweet and innocent." Kristanna smiled
at my words as I added, "You still are - just like Lindsay."
"But yew like Trish da most now?"
I nodded my head. "Yes, right now. But that is subject
to change. It can change from minute-to-minute, actually.
Of the girls, I think Devon has the biggest crush on me. In
fact, I think that goes without saying."
"Ahh yes, I remember Devon from da computer," Kristanna
mused. "Devon is da pretty blonde from Pennsylvania, no?"
I nodded at her as she continued, "From da pictures on yewr
computer, I liked Devon da most. She da prettiest. I have
to see dem in person, dough, to be honestly sure. So... let
me get dis straight. Yew like all of da girls here? Vait a
minute... yew name every girl on da island except Camille?"
I shook my head in a painful manner. "I do not know if I
really like Camille as a person. She has said some really
hurtful things about not only me, but a few of the others as
well. In her defense, though, Camille and I haven't had the
chance to sit and really talk with each other yet. Most of
my time has been spent with Devon, Pamela and Amy. I just
had a three-some with Trish and Lindsay yesterday. I cannot
emphasize enough how incredible it was, Krissy. I had never
been with a virgin before. Well, you know that."
"Lindsay is da Bible girl if I am not mistaken? She be
da one voo really devote herself to its teachings, ya? Da
one vid da aspirations of one day getting into da ministry?
Yust like her papa? Follow in his footsteps?"
I nodded my head. "Yes, that would be Lindsay."
"Pamela and Amy... vat are dey like?"
"I really like Pamela a lot, Kristanna. And Amy is just
the way that the computer program predicted she would be,
judging from the questionnaires we sent out many months ago."
"Amy da slut puppy!"
Keeping my eyes focused on the road in front of me as I
drove the _Jeep_, I told her, "Yes, you can say that."
"I am sorry I could not arrive here earlier," Kristanna
frowned, deciding to change the subject. "Had problems vid
da passport. Had to get me passport straightened out first."
"It's okay, sweetheart." I just loved that 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! Du inviterer alle disse kvinnene her
for å være med deg siden du leter etter kjærligheten. Men
jeg elsker deg mer en noen av dem kan noen gang komme til å
gjøre. Jeg bare håpte at du kunne innse det."
I shook a menacing, but playful finger at her and grinned,
"Don't you go Norwegian on me, sweetheart. You know I cannot
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.
"How is Blakken?" Kristanna inquired, referring to her
horse here on the island. There were a pair of horses in the
stables (Blakken and Smokin' Satin Bars (my horse)). Blakken
was some sort of Norwegian name, but I do not know if it had
any special meaning or not. Knowing Kristanna the way I do,
though, it probably meant something funny.
"Blakken is fine," I responded. "I have been taking good
care of both of the horses in the stable."
"And vat about Vincent Van Goat?"
I laughed at the mere mention of Kristanna's pet goat.
Now that was a cute name for an animal. "He is fine, too.
I saw Trish and Lindsay playing around with him on Tuesday.
All that goat of yours does is eat, drink, sleep and play."
Kristanna tilted her head to the side. "Bow Vow Meow?"
Bow Wow Meow! Now _THAT_ is a name - for a cat - which I
find to be totally hilarious. "Just fine, dear. I am sure
that Bow Wow Meow will be happy to see you again. Before you
ask, Hogglesworth the Pig is perfectly fine, too. And those
two geckos you have - Geico and Gonzo - are plugging along.
I had them out for awhile earlier, playing with them. Jack
Rabbit and Bugs Bunny are the same as always."
"Let us not forget Da Lambinator!"
I laughed and shook my head at Kristanna because of her
quirky attitude. "The Lambinator... I had to pay for a
veternarian to come out here from the mainland two weeks
ago." Kristanna suddenly looked frightened as I continued,
"I could tell that Lambinator was sick and not feeling good.
The veternarian took a look and said he had an internal
parasite. He gave me some medicine, or drenches as I think
he called them, and told me to adminsiter them to Lambinator
every day for ten days. Apparently, it worked. Lambinator
is acting like his old self again."
Relieved, Kristanna took a deep breath. "Dat is good.
Yew had me vorried dare for a minute. Yew know how much all
da animals mean to me, Jeremy. Lambinator is da oldest - age
eight - of all da pets I have on da island. Are yew sure dat
he is feeling better? Are yew sure dat he is cured?"
"The doctor told me what trouble signs to look for," I
responded. "I have not seen any of them pop-up yet. You
know more about sheep than I do, Krissy. So, you are very
welcome to take a look at him once we get to the mansion."
She nodded her head. "Yes. I vill look at him."
"Lambinator is, as always, in the fenced-in area outside
with Vincent Van Goat. They have been getting along good."
Needless to say, Kristanna was an animal lover. She had
grown up on a humongous farm in Norway which was home to a
wide variety of animals. Over the five years that she and I
had been friends, Kristanna had persuaded me into bringing a
large collection of animals and pets to the island. Although
they all lived here and I was the one who took care of them,
Kristanna still considered all of my pets to be her very own.
I had no problem with that.
"Bow Vow Meow, yew better be nice to me pussy... cat."
I snickered and shook my head because of Kristanna's
playful nature. "I am ALWAYS nice to your pussy... cat."
"Have yew been taking Jack Rabbit and Bugs Bunny out of
dare bunny condo so dey can get dare daily exercise?"
"Of course," I nodded. "I take the rabbits out of their
cage and let them rumble throughout my bedroom for an hour
or two each and every day. I also ordered them some new chew
toys, and they seem to love them. Keeps them occupied."
"Dat is good," Kristanna surmised. "Yew alvays do a great
yob ven looking after all me pet animals here, Jeremy."
"Thank you, dear."
"No... dank yew, Jeremy," she countered, grinning. "Yew
do a vunderful yob vid dem. Hey... did yew buy ATV off-road
vehicles for all of da girls like I suggested yew should?"
I smiled at her. "You bet I did. You gave me a big list
and I bought everything on it two weeks ago. Nothing was
left out. No expense was spared. Not for these girls."
"Vat about me high score on da pinball machine? Is it
still dare? Or did yew beat it yet?" Kristanna giggled at
her own words. "Vell, of course yew beat it..."
I laughed at her. "You still have your high score on your
favorite pinball machine in the recreation room. I haven't
beaten it yet. You are right, though. I beat other things."
"Like yewr cock..." Kristanna chided.
"You're a naughty girl. A very naughty girl."
"So yew are happy?" she asked in that unique voice, as I
drove her to the mansion in my _Jeep_ on this Friday evening.
"Yew are happy vid all da girls yew bring to da island? Is
all da trouble dat ve vent true really vurd it?"
"These 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.
And yes, everything was worth it. Well worth it."
"I go avay for one day and miss yew, Jeremy," Kristanna
grinned. "But tree vull 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 soaked and pickled in a lye solution. "Had some lutefisk
two nights ago but happy for anudder today. Lutefisk pizza!
Yew ordered lefse? I like dat, too."
"Of course. You know Louisa will fix whatever we ask her
to - even your crazy food. So are you hungry? Have you had
anything at all to eat today?"
"Momma fixed vafler before I left." She pouted and added,
"But dat vas 24 hours ago. Flight lasted forever. Oslo,
Frankfurt, Miami, 14 hours. Miami, Lima, six hours. I did
have two hot dogs at Miami airport, dough. Big vieners!"
I laughed at her. "You like big wieners?"
"Da bigger, da better," she grinned.
"What is vafler?"
"Vaffles and sour cream. 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."
Laughing, I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it again.
"I'm so glad you're back where you belong - on this island."
"Jeg hører til her med deg, gift."
"Kristanna!..."
* * *
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 large dining room at
that time, where Louisa, the 76-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 anyone go
wrong with a selection of marinated chicken to choose from,
as well as freshly baked turkey breast, Angus ribeye 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.
Kristanna spoke highly of the 300-acre farm that she lived
on with her parents, saying it was one of the most profitable
markets in all of Norway. The farm even featured a bakery,
an ice cream parlor and a petting zoo for young children.
There was a six hour difference between Norway (located
in the Central European Time Zone) and the island (Eastern
Time Zone), Kristanna told us. The average temperature for
this time of year (June) there was 70 degrees Fahrenheit,
but it had dipped down to 48 last night before her departure.
In fact, Norway rarely topped the 75 degree mark all year.
Here on the island, of course, it was winter in this part
of the world (in the tropics). But winter here meant 70-75
degree weather, so it was not much different than what she
left behind in Norway (although the past couple of days had
been somewhat humid). The hottest months here were January,
February and March (with average temperatures of about 80).
I considered those months to be the _dog days of summer_.
At the dinner table, Kristanna even convinced Trish to
try a bite of her precious lutefisk. Trish, who claimed to
enjoy fish in general, said lutefisk had a strange taste. In
other words, she did not like it. If there is one thing that
I have learned from having Kristanna as my friend over the
past several years, it is that people in her native country
have a very unique and exotic appetite. I did not care all
that much for Norwegian food myself. Her people did eat a
lot of fish, though, and that was probably one reason why
Kristanna was so healthy, and in such excellent shape.
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 could not believe how beautiful the water was.
Camille claimed that she had the _most boring job_ in all
of the world - being a title processor for a real estate
agency in the San Diego area. Camille told everyone at the
table that the opportunity to get away from her job and spend
ten weeks on an island paradise such as this was something
that she simply could not pass up. The only redeeming thing
about her job, Camille explained, was that she got along with
all of her co-employees. Some were even close friends.
Lindsay went onto share a story about the supermarket in
Ohio where she was employed as a cosmetics clerk. The young
woman said that customers - of all ages - were always trying
to flirt with her. Gee, I said to myself. I wonder why?
Lindsay was the epitome of sweet innocence, and everything
that an 18-year-old girl should be. Any man who was older
(like me (30)) would _love_ to get his clutches into her.
Devon had no job to speak of, simply because she had quit
her position as a project manager for a large corporation in
Pennsylvania in order to come to the island. Basically,
Devon told her counterparts here at the dinner table the same
thing she had said to Camille during their first night here
(when I eavesdropped on them by way of the voyeur room).
Devon felt that she was being cheated and stepped on at
her job, as her boss always took the credit for the 80 hours
(and sometimes more) of hard work she put in every week.
Even though Devon claimed that no one at the company worked
harder and more diligently than she did, she said that it
seemed as if a promotion would never come her way.
Trish had the slimmest of leads in the race for who was
my favorite lady from the entire group. She barely edged out
Devon, Pamela, Lindsay and Amy. I found myself attracted to
the Canadian after having witnessed the tender and loving
manner in which she helped me take Lindsay's virginity. Go
ahead and accuse me of being a hopeless romantic, but I felt
like wrapping my arms around Trish's wondrous body and never
letting go because she was such a warm, compassionate person.
I really liked that trait in a woman.
Kristanna was very observant when she stated earlier that
Camille was the only woman whom I failed to mention when
speaking about potential favorites. Suffice it to say, but
I did not particularly care for some of the things Camille
had said since her arrival on the island.
Camille tried to convince Devon that I had nothing but
evil intentions in mind with the whole _island_ concept.
Camille was brutally direct and blunt (to be the point of
being nasty) when she suggested that Trish should sit back
and watch her give a _good, hard fucking_ to Lindsay at the
water basin two days ago. What made those words downright
despicable was the fact that Lindsay, still a virgin at the
time, was also there with them. It was wrong of Camille to
say that in her presence. Just plain wrong.
Still, being the very forgiving person that I am, Camille
one day emerging from the pack as my favorite was not out of
the realm of possibility. For that to happen, however,
Camille would need to show a very different attitude toward
not only me, but the others as well.
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
little detail about their lives. I considered the entire
group - even Camille - to be my private 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 what? 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 Amy's 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. I will gladly
take all of the credit for it, though!"
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 advanced
aerobics class, I wish a big orgy would break out. A lot of
the women in that class are 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. Kristanna had the unique ability to
bring out the best in everyone, and get them to open up.
Plus, she was a total riot to listen to.
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 90 minutes, though. That was excellent.
* * *
Kristanna was a very beautiful young woman with a classy
appearance - especially with her long-flowing blonde hair
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. Even better, 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 up for whatever deficiencies with those legs.
Camille, who stood 5-foot-9, also had legs which were
very long and graceful. But I am 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 Friday 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. Very much so." The 24-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 few
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 remarked. "Maybe yew could bring me family here - to
island?" Kristanna laughed at her own words and added, "I
could see dat. Momma and Papa vould yust not like it here.
Dey prefer farm life at home in Norvay, ya."
"You've told me that before, sweetheart."
"I vant to know much more about Devon," the seductress
offered. "I dink Devon may very vell be da sexiest voman
dat I ever meet. Vat do yew like about her, Jeremy?"
"Oh, can I say... everything?" I replied in a serious
tone. "I don't know, Kristanna. 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 of the same things that I do in life, too."
I smiled at Kristanna and added, "I am still going to
evaluate all of the others and focus on them individually
before making my final decision, though. It's just very
difficult right now. Devon, Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy,
even Camille. This is going to be a tough decision."
Kristanna took a deep breath. "I yust vant yew to be
happy, Jeremy. Dat is all I have ever vanted for yew."
I grinned once again and told her, "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 like Devon the most, right? Talk to her."
"Hmmmmm... Devon," she purred. "But I like Trish now
too. I like all da girls! Dey all pretty!"
"How do you say _I love you_ in your language?" was my
next question. "Maybe I can spring it on whomever I choose
and see if I can get a reaction or not."
"Jeg elsker deg."
I did not realize it at the time, but Kristanna said those
same three words - jeg elsker deg, or _I love you_ - to me
while we were riding in my _Jeep_ hours ago. Perhaps I took
her words out of context since they were said in a very large
sentence, but after realizing it was the same quote (weeks
later, with the aid of the 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, indeed - but a friend nonetheless.
The biggest obstacle we had in terms of a commitment was
the simple fact that she was a farm girl from Norway, and I
was an islander from the South Pacific (though born and bred
in the United States). Neither of us wanted to leave our
respective homelands, although Kristanna did go to college
in California. Nothing against California, mind you, but I
did not want to reside there, either. I lived there before
and had no aspirations of ever returning. Geographics had
forever blocked any chance of a real commitment for us.
"How is me English?" Kristanna asked, looking hesitant.
"I have been vorking super-hard on it da past few veeks."
"Your English is fine, sweetheart. 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 five years that we've known each other."
"I could barely speak a lick of English ven ve meet da
first time! Going to university in Los Angeles has helped."
I shook my head and mused, "I still cannot believe that
you are studying Archeology. You could be exploring a dark
cave somewhere some day, and while everyone is having a
turkey sandwich during lunch break, you could have lefse."
"And lutefisk!" the young woman giggled.
"You're priceless, dear. Just priceless."
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. Those heavenly legs looked most inviting...
"I have you to thank for all of these girls being in my
life," I said, embracing her warmly, my voice delicate and
soothing. I gently nibbled upon her earlobe. "How will I
ever be able to re-pay you in exchange for helping me write
that matchmaker software? These girls are angels."
"Betal meg tilbake? Du kunne giftet deg med meg isteden."
"Why do you do that to me?" I smiled and shook my head
at her. "Why do you slip in Norwegian words like that all
of the time? I cannot understand a single word of it!"
"As I said earlier, it be fun. I like yew not knowing
vat it is dat I say to yew, Jeremy. If yew vant to know
vat it means so badly, den simply learn me language!"
"You could be cursing me out..."
Kristanna laughed at my words. "I do not dink so." She
brushed her long-flowing blonde hair away from her forehead
with an arm and mused, "I need a snack before going to bed."
"Would you like anything specific? A sandwich? I'll be
happy to get something from the kitchen for you."
"I vant some cock," Kristanna replied, which temporarily
caught me off-guard. The ravishing young woman emphasized
her point with a subtle, sensual move - by licking her lips.
Next, she broke away from our embrace and dropped down to
her knees beside the bed. Kristanna looked up at me and
pointed toward her mouth. "Can yew give me a snack?"
"Of course, sweetheart."
Kristanna smiled and crooked a finger, motioning for me
to move closer toward her. I did just that, then let out a
soft, gentle moan as she immediately reached out and ran
her long, slender fingers over and across my crotch.
Kristanna smiled once again as she then rose up to her
feet and wrapped her arms around my shoulders for a loving
embrace. I immediately sought her mouth with my own, our
warm tongues slipping and sliding together over an easy,
languid exchange. Soon, I tilted my head to the side,
allowing myself better access into that velvety mouth.
Naturally, after pulling Kristanna close and hugging her
myself, my right hand drifted downward. I ran it over and
across that nice, firm ass, then ventured even lower. She
giggled upon our shared kiss as I caressed the back of her
thigh, tracing the tips of my fingers over it. I stood up
and increased the ferocity of our deep, mutual kiss.
Kristanna giggled yet again as she backed me against the
night-stand and then hooked her opposite leg around my own.
Our kiss intensified, naturally, and soon I was ravaging her
mouth with all of the passion and fervor I could muster.
"Oh yeah," I sighed as Kristanna then reached into my
shorts and pulled my semi-hard cock out, breaking our kiss
in the process. She again dropped to her knees and tugged
my shorts downward with both hands, then began to pump and
squeeze my shaft toward an aching, powerful erection.
"Dis vill really be more dan a snack for me," Kristanna
snickered, her right hand a blur it frigged the base of my
shaft. "I am going to treat dis like da main course!"
I groaned with pure arousal as, while still perched upon
her knees, Kristanna snaked her head toward my pelvis and
then engulfed my awaiting cock into her hungry mouth with
one, swift movement. Oh... what a wonderful feeling!
As usual, Kristanna moved slowly. She wanted this to
last for both of us. With each head-bob, the quirky vixen
looked up at me and smiled. I cannot say enough good things
about a woman who enjoys the simple pleasure of performing
oral sex for her man. Especially when that man is me!
As could be expected, Kristanna looked wonderful on her
knees in front of me. She was still dressed in that sexy,
little bra and G-string set. Best of all, however, those
lips of hers had formed a large `O' around my erection as
she gently worked away at it.
I surrendered myself to the sensations of her lips, tongue
and throat, as all three provided me with wondrous pleasure.
Soon, her bobbing motion quickened and my testicles seemed
to tense up. I could feel an orgasm brewing. Combined with
the sight of Kristanna's blonde head bobbing back-and-forth
as she slurped me into a frenzy, I lost control of myself.
I thrusted myself forward and buried my erection deep
within her throat. Sperm jettisoned outward as if it was
fired from a cannon. Kristanna wrapped both arms around
my hips and dug her long fingernails into my skin, her
throat making a hungry, hearty sound as she guzzled down
every last ounce of sperm which I had produced for her.
As my body then crested downward from the incredible
height of orgasm, I sighed deeply as Kristanna withdrew my
cock from her exquisite mouth. She grasped its base once
again and squeezed away, her lovely eyes sparkling as she
gazed up at me in a passionate manner.
"Aren't you the sweetest thing?" I asked, taking a step
back and then leaning over. Kristanna smiled as I planted
a simple kiss upon her forehead. "So very sweet."
"Dat hit da spot," the young woman swooned, extending
her tongue and then licking her lips. "Dare is nudding
quite like da taste of cum at night! Or in da morning, or
da afternoon... any old time, for dat matter!"
I grinned at her. "You're a naughty, little girl."
"Ve are going to have a lot of fun over da next nine
veeks vid all dese pretty girls on da island. Dank yew,
Mister Jeremy, for letting me be a part of dis. Dough, I
did miss nearly a vull veek. Unfortunately. But dank yew."
"It was the least I could do, Krissy. After all, you are
the one who helped me find all of them in the first place."
I smiled at her and asked, "Can _I_ have a snack now?"
Her smile brightened. "I dought yew vould never ask!"
When Kristanna rose to her feet, it was my turn to drop
to my knees. Or, at the very least, drop to one knee. I
did just that, then reached out and gently massaged both of
her immaculate legs with my hands. Eventually, I found the
need to kiss them. I trailed my tongue over-and-across her
thigh, and even nibbled oh-so-tenderly upon her kneecap. I
slid one hand upward, squeezing and prodding her tight ass.
Using both hands, I slowly but surely nudged her little
G-string down until it fell harmlessly to the floor in a
circle around her bare feet. I was rewarded for my efforts
with the sight of the sweetest, prettiest pussy in all of
the world. I just had to lean forward and gently kiss it.
"How's my honey?" I asked, staring at that little pussy.
Kristanna decided to remove the black bra that she was
wearing herself. She cupped and squeezed each of her modest
breasts with her hands as I was still on bended knee in front
of her. "Yew da naughty one, Jeremy. But I like yew."
"Lay down on the bed for me."
She obliged, but only after leaning over and planting a
sensuous kiss upon my lips. Kristanna groaned and sighed
seconds later when, flat on her back, she spread her thighs
for me. Wow, I said inwardly. Her pussy was beautiful.
"All I need now is a fork and one of those big napkins,"
I grinned, my eyes transfixed upon her womanly treasure.
"This is the best all-you-can-eat buffet in the world!"
"Eat as much of it as yew vant," Kristanna giggled. "Yew
know dat I love it ven yew eat me pussy, Jeremy, but yew do
not do it enough. Eat as much of it as yew vant, ya."
I smiled. "I may just go all night, then."
"Yust do not use a fork on me pussy, please!"
I chuckled at her. "I'll try not to."
Kristanna groaned once again, this time as I extended my
tongue and swiped it over the full length of her exquisite,
velvety slit. I used fingers from my left hand to part
those lush folds, then inserted my tongue for a taste. She
was, as you may imagine, absolutely delicious.
As I soon began to concentrate on the most sensitive flap
of skin any woman has - the clitoris - I embedded a pair of
fingers into Kristanna's depths and kept them there for now.
My tongue was fast and furious as it licked and dabbed away
at her clitoris. I did feel like tasting her all night...
Showing her true appreciation for my oral work, Kristanna
sought my right hand with her left, and squeezed tightly.
She was not about to let go of it, either, as I worked her
pussy into more of a frenzy with every passing second. "Oh,
Jeremy... Jeremy..." Squirming about, she arched her neck
and back high in response to my handiwork. "Yes, Jeremy..."
"You're the best friend anyone could ever have," I told
her. "I'd do anything for you... Missy Krissy. Anything."
"And I vould do anyding for YEWWWWW..." the blonde sighed,
as I increased the speed and tempo of my probing tongue. In
addition, I was jamming two fingers in-and-out of her pussy
at a rather frenetic pace.
Once Kristanna began to squeal and grunt, I knew I was
guiding her along the right path. It would not be too long
before I brought her to an orgasm. I would enjoy watching
it happen just as much as she would enjoy experiencing it.
When Kristanna's entire body seemed to tighten up all at
once, I thrusted two fingers into her pussy one final time,
and burrowed my tongue in quite deeply as well. Kristanna
put a vise-tight grip upon my head with her long, slender
legs, and screeched out at the very top of her lungs.
I lapped up the delicious passion fruit of her release
with my probing tongue. Only once her orgasm had crested
and then began to fade away did Kristanna loosen the grip
upon my head with her muscular, yet doe-like thighs.
My thirst temporarily quenched, I slid my head upward
and came to a stop once Kristanna and I were at eye level.
We exchanged smiles, then I gave her a kiss on the lips.
"I know yew are going to hate me for dis, Jeremy," the
Norwegian frowned. "But I be really tired. I vas on da
airplane for 20 hours today, at least." Her frown widened
as she added, "I need to get some sleep."
I chuckled at her. "You think I want to have sex all
night long with you? Is that why you think I'll hate you?"
"I do not DINK yew vant to have sex vid me tonight," she
countered, grinning. "I KNOW yew vant to have sex vid me."
She giggled and added, "Yew nasty pervert..."
I smiled down at her. "Look who's talking."
Kristanna even let out a little whimper of a cry. "I am
so sorry, Jeremy. But I be beat. I need some rest. Maybe
yew and me can have sex some udder time, ya?"
"We have nine more weeks," I reminded her. "The most
time you have ever spent with me on the island was 11 days
in a row. Remember that? Last year? Anyway, I am really
looking forward to spending all this time with you, Krissy.
You're going to be my naughty, little co-hort here."
"How could I miss being around so many beautiful vomen?"
she cooed. "Dis is like dream-come-true for girl like me."
I slipped both arms around her lithe body in an embrace
and smiled once again. "You can go to sleep, fine. But I
get to hold and caress your body all night long."
"Oooooh... I have no problems vid dat!"
* * *
"Kristanna and I have been good friends for five years,"
I said to the entire group the following morning, as all
eight of us were gathered together at the dining room table.
"Five very LONG years," Kristanna snickered, nibbling on
her breakfast meal (bacon and eggs). "I am used to having
an open sandwich vid butter and yam, and slices of meat or
cheese for breakfast. And milk from da cows."
"Are you complaining about Louisa's cooking?" I asked.
"Oh no," Kristanna replied, shaking her head. "I dink
Louisa is a great cook. Yust telling yew and all da udders
vat it is dat I am used to... dat is all."
"Butter and yam?" Camille asked, confused.
Pamela giggled. "I think she meant butter and jam."
Kristanna focused her attention upon the girls and added,
"Jeremy and I have been friends for five years. How I lasted
dis long vid him as me friend is, how yew say... beyond
comprehension." Kristanna laughed at her own words, letting
all of the ladies know that she was simply joking around.
That was good. Kristanna should rarely be taken seriously.
"How did you and Jeremy meet, Kristanna?" Devon asked.
"I vas visiting inca ruins in Peru vid me family. Momma
and Papa alvays vanted to tour Machu Picchu. One day I met
Jeremy in da village outside da temple. He vas touring dare,
too. Ve started talking and I decided to stay an extra veek
after me parents vent home. I vent to dis island vid Jeremy
and fell in love vid da place. Beautiful, beautiful island."
"And ever since then," I chimed in, "Kristanna and I have
been the best of friends. She has probably been here to see
me 60 or 70 times over the past five years."
"That's a lot of airline miles!" Devon squealed. "You
said it takes 20 hours just to get here by airplane..."
"What is Machu Picchu?" Camille inquired. "I think I
have heard of it before, but don't know exactly what it is."
"It's an ancient city located high in the mountains in
Peru," was my response. "It is nothing more than stone
ruins now, of course, but it is a national treasure and is
protected by the government. But people can visit and take
tours. The area around it is very, very beautiful."
"Machu Picchu is vat got me interested in archeology,"
Kristanna offered. "I study it at university in California."
"You seem to get around," Pamela observed. "This island,
Norway, California. You must be a world traveler."
Kristanna laughed. "I have many frequent flyer miles."
"Machu Picchu sounds like an interesting place," Camille
mused. "Would it be too much to ask, Jeremy, if you were to
take us on a little side-trip to it before the summer ends?"
"Not at all," I answered, shaking my head. "There are
many things to see and do in Peru - especially the capital
city, Lima. We'll talk about trips in the future."
Lindsay raised her hand and offered me a shy, sheepish
expression when I nodded my head at her. Despite losing her
virginity just two days ago to Trish and yours truly, it was
great to see that Lindsay still retained her humble nature.
It was the one thing that I found most appealing about her.
"I was just wondering," Lindsay murmured, "about who will
be Kristanna's room-mate? All of us already have room-mates.
I can't imagine you letting her stay all by herself. Nor can
I imagine Kristanna wanting to stay all by herself..."
"Maybe Jeremy will be her room-mate," Trish speculated.
"They did stay together last night, you know."
"Kristanna CANNOT keep Jeremy all to herself," Devon
insisted, which made me smile. I liked that attitude.
Devon was very intent on getting her fair share of private
and intimite time with me. It was flattering to me.
"Actually, to let yew in on a secret," Kristanna cooed,
"da idea is for Jeremy to spend da night vid a different
girl every night. Like rotation system... yew know? Den I
stay vid room-mate dat is vid Jeremy."
"That sounds really interesting!" Camille responded.
"I want to stay with Jeremy tonight," Amy claimed, her
tone uneven. "I haven't had a cock in what... a couple of
days?" My body shivered with erotic sensations as Amy then
added, "I'll explode soon if I don't get some cock."
"A couple of days for you without a cock?" Pamela grinned.
"I'm surprised you can last a couple of HOURS without one!"
* * *
"Hi Jeremy," Devon greeted me, much later that afternoon,
as she approached me here in the hobby room of the estate.
Seated in a comfortable lounge chair and glancing through a
fitness magazine which I had borrowed from Trish, I looked
up at Devon and she smiled at me. "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing just fine," I told the beautiful 27-year-old
from Pennsylvania in a friendly, melodious voice. I tilted
my head at Devon and offered her an inquisitive expression
before continuing, "What can I do for you, princess?"
Devon giggled at my choice of words. "Hmmmmm... princess.
You're not going to stop calling me that, huh?"
I shook my head at her. "No, of course not. Why should
I? Give me one good reason to stop calling you _princess_."
"Because I'm the furthest thing from being a princess..."
I shook my head once again and chuckled ever-so-softly.
"You know that isn't true, Devon." There was a moment of
silence between us until I decided to break it. "Is there
something that I can do for you? Is that why you're here?"
Devon displayed another bold move on her part by stepping
forward and then plopping herself down upon my trusting lap.
Even before my mind could register what had just happened,
my hands were resting upon either side of Devon's trim waist.
It must have been an instinctive reaction for me.
Soon, I made eye contact with this enchanting woman and
found myself momentarily gasping for breath. Those blue
eyes of hers were sparkling and glittering with an obvious
attraction for me as Devon offered a sweet, sincere smile.
Needless to say, Devon looked absolutely sensational.
Dressed in a form-fitting blouse which had flower print
designs all over it, the intoxicating shape and outline of
Devon's full, firm breasts were emphasized to their fullest
extent. The little blouse, which ended at her midriff, also
did a wonderful job of showcasing Devon's flat stomach.
Plus, Devon wore a sexy pair of hip-hugging denim shorts,
as well as pink sneakers and white socks which were rolled
down to her ankles. Devon's free-flowing, shiny blonde
tresses descended across her slender neck and shoulders in
loose, healthy wavelets. This woman was purely captivating!
"Actually, there IS a little something that you could do
for me," Devon murmured in a soft, sensuous voice, as she
wrapped one arm around my shoulder and squeezed generously.
Still nestled upon my lap, Devon then placed her lips close
to my ear and cooed, "I was hoping, dear Jeremy, that you
and I could spend the night together again."
"Really?" I asked, somewhat surprised.
Devon pulled back and lovingly gazed into my eyes once
again. "Most definitely. I had the time of my life with
you on Wednesday evening. You made me feel so wonderful."
My eyes went wide at that last sentence. "Not only because
of how you made my body feel... but also because of how you
made my heart feel. You made me very feel special inside."
Devon paused and added, "I... I haven't felt that way in a
long, long time. Like I was... I was someone special."
"Because your last boyfriend did not treat you with the
respect and dignity that you deserve?"
Devon shook her head as if she did not want to answer
that particular question. Instead, the goddess told me,
"What was even better for me than spending Wednesday night
with you was the next morning, when I woke up in your arms."
My spine tingled with a sudden rush of sensations as Devon
soon breathed, "Hmmmmm... it was like a dream to me."
I choked in response to her preceding comment. "What?
Dream? Did you say that it was like a DREAM to you?"
Devon nodded. "Yes, definitely. It was awesome. I want
to get to know you, Jeremy. I want you to get to know me.
I truly believe that we are a lot alike. A lot more alike
than anyone else would ever believe. I know this may sound
totally insane since we met a mere five days ago... but I
think there could be something really special between us. I
want to explore it. I want the opportunity."
"It doesn't sound insane at all, sweetheart," I countered.
"I have those same feelings about you."
"Awesome!" Devon gushed, bouncing about upon my lap in a
brief instant of glee. "So it is settled? Can I spend the
night with you again? It would make me so very happy."
"It would make me very happy too," I said, before taking
a deep breath. "But, remember... I already promised Amy
that she could stay with me in my personal suite tonight."
Devon made a face as I went on, "Remember? Amy said that
she wanted to spend the night with me at the breakfast table
earlier. I said that she could. I cannot go back on my
word to Amy, Devon. You know that just as well as I do."
Devon let out an exasperated sigh, but then nodded her
head in acceptance. "Yes, I know. I forgot that Amy kind
of claimed you already for tonight. That was my mistake."
Still sitting in my lap, Devon's posture seemed to sag at
the unwanted reminder. "What about tomorrow... Sunday? Do
you think we could spend some time together tomorrow?"
Before I could give her an answer, Devon pressed on by
saying, "I don't want it to seem like I am being too pushy
or too aggressive with you, Jeremy. It's just... there are
so many other girls here right now, and all of them seem to
like you. I just want to be your favorite. I want you to
think of me as your favorite. You're my... my favorite."
"You could never be too pushy or too aggressive with me,
dear," I assured her. "Trust me on that. Keep being honest
in what you say to me. I love it, Devon. I really do. I
have been alone for so long that I welcome a woman who is as
open as and as vocal with her feelings like you are. I do."
Devon giggled, then frowned the very next instant. "I
have confided a couple of things about what has happened
thus far between you and me with Camille. Please don't
tell her I told you that." I shook my head, indicating that
I would not break Devon's confidence in me. "Camille tells
me that I am going too fast with you. I'm speeding with you
and in the end, I will crash and burn because of it. She
says I am being too open and honest in what I say to you.
Even that, what I just said about crashing and burning...
that was incredibly honest. But I can't help it. When I
like someone, I feel the need to talk, to be honest. I have
been this way my whole life. I'm honest to a fault."
"There is nothing wrong with telling me how you feel...
what you think," I implored. "There are plenty of people
throughout the world who, if in my position, would be feel a
bit hesitant right now. As you said, you and I have known
each other for a short time. Yet you are saying all these
personal things to me. That would be too fast for a lot of
people. But not me, Devon. Not me at all." She smiled at
me as I continued, "I want you to be honest. Pour that
loving heart of yours out to me. No matter what you say,
you will never scare me, never intimidate me, never spook
me. You'll just make me even more interested in you."
"I've done this before," Devon fretted. "Been too open
and honest in what I say to people. The first boyfriend I
ever had was in high school. His name was Tim. One of the
reasons we split up was because I confided in him a little
too much. What I said at times, it scared him. We were
only 17, but I was already talking about marriage."
"I'm not Tim," was my simple response. "I'm Jeremy. You
can say whatever you want to me, Devon. I welcome it. I
appreciate it. Don't listen to Camille. She does not know
who I am, what I think, what I want. Listen to _ME_."
"Okay," Devon nodded, now straightening herself up within
my lap. "So what do you say, Jeremy? Would you like to get
together with me tomorrow? I would love to have some more
private time with you. I mean, if you're interested..."
I laughed at her. "Of course I am interested, Devon.
The answer is yes." Suddenly, Devon appeared genuinely
happy. "Yes, we can plan something for tomorrow."
"What are you doing after dinner tonight?" she wondered.
"Before Amy comes to visit you?"
"Kristanna and I are going to do some more catching up
with each other in my suite," I answered. "You know, she
and I are such good friends, but I haven't seen her in three
whole weeks. In many ways, Kristanna is like a confidant
to me. A lifeline, if you will."
"I can tell just by being around Kristanna yesterday and
today that she cares about you very, very much," Devon said.
"But the two of you claim to be nothing more than friends."
"Best friends," I corrected her. "You are more than
welcome to meet up with us in my personal suite after I
clear the dinner table and wash the dishes, Devon. I can
guarantee you that Kristanna would love your company."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
Devon crinkled her nose and shook her head in response.
"No, that's okay. Kristanna probably wants that time alone
with you as well. As you said, Jeremy, you and her have a
lot of catching up to do. Just promise me that we can spend
some time together tomorrow, and I will be happy."
"If you don't see me anywhere, I'll probably be in my
room," I advised her. "Come find me tomorrow afternoon.
How does noon sound? That time will be reserved for you."
Devon squirmed about within my lap for a moment or two,
but then offered that glittering smile and found my lips
with her own for a soft, sensuous kiss. Not only was our
kiss slow and languid, but it also lasted for several
seconds. Devon seemed reluctant once she finally broke it.
"Excuse me, Jeremy," came a tender, squealy voice from
the opposite side of the hobby room. Devon and I quickly
turned our sights upon the source of that voice, which was
none other than Lindsay. The wholesome 18-year-old was
standing at the entranceway to the hobby room, waving her
right hand with quite the apprehensive expression upon her
face. "I hope that I am not interrupting anything, but..."
Devon, whose lips were no more than three inches from my
cheek, took a deep breath and stood up, then backed away
from me. Next, she again focused upon Lindsay. "You could
never interrupt us, honey," Devon told her. "What's up?"
Lindsay flashed Devon that shy, humble smile of hers.
What a doll! "I was going to ask Jeremy for a favor."
"Oh?" I inquired. "What would that be, dear?"
Lindsay looked over at me and smiled yet again. "Trish
and I are having problems beating one of the big bosses in
_Buffy the Vampire Slayer_ for _X-Box_. We have tried and
tried, but cannot get past that level. Trish told me to
find you, Jeremy, and ask if maybe you could help us out.
You said the other day that you already beat the game."
"I beat the game twice," I corrected her.
Devon rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated laugh.
"Ughhhhh... video games. Not my cup of tea."
"It's the part of the game where you play as Faith,"
Lindsay explained. "We cannot get past the final boss!"
"It took me awhile to get past that part too," I mused.
"But I eventually made it through. I'll see what I can do
for you and Trish, Lindsay. How does that sound?"
"Great!" she chirped. "We really need the help!"
I glanced over at Devon. "Is it okay with you if I go
and give them a hand right now? I know that we were having
a nice discussion and all..."
"It's fine," Devon mused, grinning at me for emphasis.
"I promised Camille earlier that I would go on a walk with
her before dinner tonight." Devon looked at her wristwatch
and added, "I'm supposed to meet her in ten minutes." As I
stood up from the chair, Devon stepped forward and kissed me
on the cheek. "I guess I'll see you at dinner-time, Jeremy.
Have a good time playing video games."
"You have a good time with Camille. I enjoyed talking
with you, princess. Hopefully we can do it again sometime."
"Sometime SOON," Devon insisted, before turning and facing
Lindsay. "Will you take good care of Jeremy for me, honey?
You're not going to wear him out now... are you?"
"Wear him out?" Lindsay giggled, her cheeks flushing a
bright, crimson red. This teen-ager's humble innocence and
naive nature were two of her most appealing traits - if you
ask me, at least. I absolutely loved to see Lindsay blush!
"I just want Jeremy to help me and Trish with Buffy!"
"Can I get a kiss before I leave?" Devon inquired, to
which Lindsay's eyebrows shot upward.
Just 48 hours removed from losing her virginity, I believe
it is safe of me to assume that the only individuals on the
island that Lindsay had kissed thus far were Trish and yours
truly. Was she ready to take that step with someone else?
Was Lindsay prepared to open herself up to the others, too?
Perhaps realizing that she had caught Lindsay off-guard
with her bold request, Devon backed off by saying, "Oh...
you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to, honey. I
shouldn't have said something like that to you. I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay," Lindsay murmured. She took a very deep
breath, as if to collect her courage, then stepped forward
and planted a simple kiss upon Devon's luscious mouth. When
it was over, Lindsay slowly backed away and, not surprisingly,
was blushing beet-red once again.
Devon moaned and smiled at her young friend. "Hmmmmm...
that was nice. Thank you, honey. Thank you very much. I
hope there is more of where that came from in the future.
Much more." As Lindsay blushed yet again, Devon grinned and
waved her hand at me, then turned and exited the hobby room.
She was off to find Camille for their pre-dinner stroll.
"Hi sweetheart," I said to Lindsay, closing the distance
between us and then giving her a warm embrace. "How is the
prettiest 18-year-old girl in all of the world doing today?"
"The prettiest?" she exclaimed, blushing one more time, as
our embrace ended. "Do you really mean that?"
"Find me an 18-year-old girl who looks better than you,"
I challenged her. "You will look your whole life, because
you'll never find one. I promise you that." I snuck one
arm around Lindsay's firm, slender body, then moved my hand
downward and patted that nice, tight ass. Much like Devon,
Lindsay had on a pair of denim shorts. She had perhaps the
sexiest ass I had ever laid my eyes upon. "Such a doll..."
Lindsay closed her eyes for a moment and groaned. "Oh my
stars... I love how your hands feel on me, Jeremy." Suffice
it to say, but Lindsay was much more comfortable around me
(as well as Trish) than she was anyone else at this point in
time. Why? Simply because Lindsay had experienced the joys
of sex with Trish and yours truly. As far as I was aware of,
at least, we were the only ones - _yet_.
When I felt a big erection forming within my shorts, I
quickly reminded myself of why Lindsay had sought me out on
this mid-day afternoon. Before I lost control of myself -
which seemed like a real possibility with Lindsay looking so
very desirable in front of me right now - I remembered that
she had come to me with a request. And, most likely, Trish
was waiting for us, too. It was time to fulfill it.
"Let's go off to the recreation room and conquer that
level in the Buffy game," I said, but only after clearing my
throat. Still, my cock was hard - and throbbing. I wanted
to get my clutches into this wondrous, pretty girl and never
let her go. She was a complete and total sweetheart.
"Trish also wanted me to ask you to bring that fitness
magazine you borrowed from her along," Lindsay commented.
"Apparently, Trish is not yet finished reading it herself."
I gathered the aforementioned magazine from the nearby
table and held it up for Lindsay to see. "Off to the
recreation room we go, dear. You lead the way."
When Lindsay nodded her head and turned to walk away, I
smiled inwardly. I was going to keep my eyes glued to that
tight, little ass of hers until we reached the elevator on
the opposite side of the mansion. Certainly, the scenery
during this upcoming walk was going to be most lovely.
And when we stepped into the elevator, I would make sure
that my curious hands would be all over that precious ass...
* * *
"Yew verr really gentle and loving vid her," Kristanna
commented to me, perhaps two hours later, as we relaxed in
the voyeur room together. She and I were watching footage
from Thursday night upon the monitor in front of us - when
Trish and I took Lindsay's virginity. "Lindsay is such a
pretty ding. It must have been special for yew too, Jeremy."
"It was very special," I countered, feeling uncomfortable
because I had another erection hidden away in my shorts.
Watching my red-hot encounter with Trish and Lindsay did the
trick. The thought then crossed my mind that my cock needed
some attention. Maybe Kristanna could help me out?
"It vas also very exciting too, I see," the 24-year-old
giggled, motioning toward my crotch with her head.
Upon the monitor in front of us, Trish literally begged
me to allow her to help place my cock into Lindsay's pussy.
When I agreed, Trish was all happy and smiles, and soon did
the deed. Kristanna watched intently as I eased my shaft
into Lindsay - who was still a virgin at the time - before I
began to gently pump and thrust away at her.
"Oh my..." was Kristanna's reaction to the footage, even
running a hand over and across one of her taut, firm breasts.
Kristanna focused upon one of her breasts and began to knead
it through the silky blouse that she had on.
When I was going full-throttle at Lindsay on the screen,
Kristanna turned her head and smiled up at me. "I vish yew
vould have been da one to take me virginity too, Jeremy!"
Although she was being honest and forthright, I could not
help but to chuckle at Kristanna's broken English. I cannot
emphasize just how much I enjoyed listening to that accent!
Kristanna then pointed at the image of young Lindsay and
rightfully said, "Dat girl is having da time of her life!"
"What do you think, Krissy? I know you have been here
less than 24 hours, but what do you think? If you were in
my shoes and had to make a decision, who would you pick?
Which girl do you think is best for me?"
"I dink yew could not go vrong with Devon, Pamela or
Trish," she answered. "I like all of dem a lot. I like
Devon da most, dough. But I see vy yew like Trish too,
Jeremy. Yew said earlier dat she is yewr number-one now.
But yew said Pamela is attracted to yew, too." Kristanna
smiled and patted me on the shoulder. "Yew have a lot of
difficult decisions to make, Mister Jeremy."
"What about the others?"
"Amy come from broken marriage and admit dat she cheat on
her husband tree times in da first year of marriage, She vas
telling Devon and me all about it after breakfast earlier.
Den she got back togedder vid her husband, but cheat on him
again." Kristanna vigorously shook her head and surmised,
"Yew do not vant voman like dat to be yewr vife, Jeremy. It
almost seem like Amy vas bragging about all dat cheating."
I frowned and shrugged my shoulders. "I do not think Amy
was ever happy with her husband. That is why she cheated on
him. Personally speaking, I think Amy got married way too
young. If she could find someone who made her happy, I think
Amy would settle down and be a good wife."
"I am not telling yew how to live yewr life, Jeremy,"
Kristanna advised me. "Yew did ask for me opinion. Dat is
vat I am giving here. But I hope yew are not entertaining
doughts of Amy. She is da one girl here voo has da highest
probability of breaking yewr heart. Trust me on dat, ya.
Yew could not stand anudder voman breaking yewr heart again."
"It's not that I'm thinking of Amy as a possible choice
right now," I countered. "It's just... I like to look for
the good in everyone." Kristanna nodded her head as I went
on, "It just seems to me that if Amy found the right person,
it would change her life completely. Her ways, her attitude.
Everything. I think she would settle down and be faithful."
"Dat is only ding I do not agree vid," Kristanna mused.
"I dink Amy is a nymphomaniac voo cannot be corralled. I am
not saying dat is bad ding. I yust dink dat yew do not vant
to have dat type of voman as yewr vife, Jeremy. As yewr
playding or one-night stand, yes, but not yewr vife."
"What about Lindsay and Camille, dear?" I wondered.
"You said I could not go wrong with Devon, Pamela or Trish.
We've talked about Amy. What about Lindsay and Camille?"
"Camille is easy," Kristanna said. "Dis is yewr sixth
day vid all da girls, and Camille is only one voo has not
made move on yew yet. Yew have to start vundering if da
girl is interested in yew, Jeremy. Yew did tell me avile
ago dat Camille made move on Devon, Trish and Lindsay so
far... but not yew. Plus she does not trust yew, yew said."
Kristanna giggled and added, "She be afraid dat yew run...
slave camp. I could see yew as dominant Master, Jeremy."
Kristanna laughed again. "Dat vould be sight to see!"
I smiled at her words. "What about Lindsay?"
"Lindsay is _VAY_ too young for yew."
This time, her words made me frown. I was getting to the
point in my life - age 30 - where some could say that I was
_too old_ for certain individuals. Although I personally do
not think there is _that_ much of a descripancy between an
18- and 30-year-old, others feel the exact opposite way. I
understand their viewpoint, but do not agree with it.
"She yust lost her virginity two nights ago," Kristanna
added. "She is pretty, pretty girl. After her time here on
island ends, Lindsay vill vant to go back home and experience
vat udders have to offer her. Guys, girls. She is yust a
baby, Jeremy. Yew vant to get married right now in life.
Lindsay vant to go out and have fun. Yew and Trish opened
new door for her yust da udder night. Let her explore it."
Kristanna pointed toward my crotch and cooed, "Dis part of
yew vants to dink of Lindsay as possible vife. Vat yew did
vid her Dursday night vas so exciting." Next, she pointed
at my head. "But dis part know better. Dink about it."
"Dursday?" I laughed. Kristanna was priceless! "I had a
real good time with Trish and Lindsay in the recreation room
earlier. I gave them some hints and advice about how to get
through _Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Chaos Bleeds_. It took a
little while, but they finally beat the whole game."
"Yew did not help dem by playing yewrself?"
I shook my head and responded, "No, I thought it would be
better if they beat the game themselves instead of me. As I
said, I simply gave them advice and pointers on what to do."
Glancing at the monitor in front of us, Kristanna watched
for a couple of seconds as Lindsay's blonde head bobbed
up-and-down over my shaft, while Trish was nestled beneath
her, licking that sweet, delicious pussy.
"Do yew get yewr cock in Trish sometime during dis?"
"Eventually, yes," I nodded. "She goes oral on Lindsay
while I do her from behind, doggie-style."
"Trish is da confident and cheerful fitness instructor,"
Kristanna observed. "I get feeling from talking to her dat
she has to be da best in everyding dat she do. Pamela is da
vayvard stripper voo lost her grasp on reality four or five
years ago." My eyes narrowed because of that last comment
as she continued, "And Devon is sveet, innocent girl voo is
looking for love. Her life is not complete vidout it."
I have always considered Kristanna to be one of the most
intuitive people I have ever known. She is an excellent
judge of character. But her words about Pamela disturbed me.
"Wayward stripper who lost her grasp on reality?"
"Yew ask me opinion, I give it to yew," Kristanna reminded
me. "I am not saying anyding bad about Pamela. I like her a
lot. But her senses have been dulled and yaded. Da computer
program ve vrite togedder predicted Pamela vould be dis vay.
I have seen nudding to change me opinion duss far."
"What do you base your opinion on?"
"A voman DAT hot and beautiful has sex vid yew, Jeremy,
and says yew are first man for her in over a year. Yew are
first PERSON for her in eight months, only excluding da day
before ven she vas vid Amy. Vat is vrong vid dat picture?
Pamela obviously vants to fall in love and get married. But
me dinks dat being stripper has ruined da vay she perceives
how udders are looking at her. Dare are many men, and vomen,
voo vould die for a chance to be vid a voman dat smart and
beautiful. But Pamela cannot see dat. She cannot infer it.
Vat she sees is everyone looking at her as sex object."
When I did not respond for several seconds, Kristanna
added, "I have a friend in Hermansvark, vitch is city in
Norvay, voo is stripper. Her name be Ragnhild. I compare
her to Pamela because I see many similarities betveen dem.
Ragnhild has stripped for so long, and exposed herself to
so many strangers, dat she does not trust anyone anymore.
She is blind even to dose people voo are good to her. Vy...
Ragnhild does not even trust ME, if yew can believe dat."
"Pamela trusts me," I countered.
"Pamela trusts yew because yew are incredibly kind and
humble person," Kristanna mused. "Yew radder sit down and
talk vid a hot voman for hours at a time instead of having
sex vid her. No one else in da vorld is like dat. I dink
Pamela may look at yew, Jeremy, as her last, best chance at
happiness. Dat me opinion. I am not saying dat Pamela is
not da right girl for yew. In fact, yew and her are a lot
alike. Yew match up very vell."
"In what way?"
"Yew are male version of Pamela, but for many different
reasons," she said. "Yew lost yewr grasp on reality long
ago, Jeremy, because of vat Victoria did to yew." I gulped
my throat as Kristanna continued, "Dare is reason vy most of
dese girls love yew. But yew cannot see it, eedder."
"I'm a lot better than I used to be," I defended myself.
"Yes, yew are," Kristanna nodded. "Yew most definitely
are. But yew still have a long vays to go. Yew hot, sexy
man. But yew see yewrself as ordinary, plain man."
"ME?" I was _STUNNED_ by her words! "Hot... and sexy?"
Kristanna laughed at my response. "See vat I mean? Yew
hot and sexy. Yew incredibly kind and gracious. Yew vould
give shirt off yewr back to anyone dat needed it. Yew are
most caring man... PERSON, I have ever met. And yew are
humble, and very loyal. Every voman dreams of marrying a
man like yew, Jeremy. Yew yust cannot see dat."
"What Victoria did to me, Krissy, it sh-shattered me..."
"Victoria vas 11 long years ago in yewr life!" Kristanna
exclaimed. "I know it hurt, Jeremy! I know vat she did vas
totally humiliating to yew! But yew HAVE to move on! Dink
how long 11 years is... I vas only durteen summers old den.
Durteen! I vas tiny girl playing on me farm vid da goats and
da cows. Yew have let Victoria rule and effect yewr life for
much too long. Yew live all alone on dis island for eight
years, shielded from da rest of humanity. Scared to death
dat someone may hurt yew like Victoria once did! But during
all dat time, life passes yew by. ALL DOSE YEARS! Yew could
have met a Devon a long time ago, Jeremy. A Pamela, a Trish.
Yew vould be so happy now. Yew vould have a vife, children,
a family. But yew choose to stay all alone on dis island."
When I hung my head low and took a deep, painful breath,
Kristanna sprung up from her chair here in the voyeur room
and embraced me with both arms. She rubbed her hands over
and across my shoulders several times in succession, then
kissed the crown of my head. "I do not mean to hurt yew,
Mister Jeremy. Yew know yew are vunderful man in me eyes.
Vunderful man, vunderful friend. I yust do not like to see
yew vaste avay on dis island like yew have."
I sighed, then nodded my head, trying to hold back a rush
of tears. "I'm glad you convinced me, Krissy, to bring all
these women here. I really am. This is going to work. All
the time and trouble we went through, all the money this is
costing me. If I find happiness, it will all be worth it."
"Da money is drop in da bucket to yew," Kristanna grinned,
releasing me from her loving arms. "Yew can afford to lose a
few million American dollars." She kissed me on the lips and
cooed, "It vill be good for yew."
"Since when is losing money good?"
"Look at vat yew are gaining, dough," Kristanna smiled,
embracing me again. "I yust vant yew to be happy, Jeremy.
As long as yew are happy, Kristanna is happy, ya."
Upon the display monitor now, there was the image of me
blasting Trish from behind in the doggie-style position as
she busily slurped and lapped away at Lindsay's pussy.
Because the three of us were making a lot of noise with our
collective screams and grunts, Kristanna turned and eyed the
action. "Yew sure did have a lot of fun dat night!"
"More fun than you would ever imagine..."
Kristanna grinned once again. "Seems to me dat Devon
really, really like yew, Jeremy. But I like Devon too! Vat
do yew dink me chances are of getting up-close and personal
vid her? I am not talking yust about sex, eeder. I dink
she is really sveet girl, and vurd getting to know."
"Talk to her," was my advice. "If there is one thing that
I know about Devon thus far, it is that she wants a very open
and honest relationship. Tell Devon that you like her, want
to get to know her. Don't be afraid to hold back with her,
either. I think Devon is a lot like me that way, Kristanna.
She wants others to give her positive re-encouragement. She
will eat up any and all compliments that you give her."
Kristanna giggled. "Hopefully she eat udder dings, too."
Suddenly, another monitor flickered to life. Because the
system was triggered with the use of motion detectors, the
screen overseeing the long corridor that led to my personal
suite suddenly popped on. I turned my attention toward it,
naturally, and felt overly curious once I noticed that it
was Pamela. For some reason, the enchanting young woman was
dressed in a large, overflowing trench coat. It looked drab
on her, to say the least. Why was Pamela wearing that brown
coat anyway? The weather outside was warm, and beautiful...
"Looks like Pamela vants to talk to yew," Kristanna said,
as the voluptuous vixen made her way up to the entrance of my
personal suite and knocked on its door. "I vill stay here -
in voyeur room. I vant to catch up on some of da udder
events I missed dis past week. I vill look into archives."
"Are you sure you want to stay here?"
"Yes," she confirmed. "Go and talk to Pamela."
After giving Kristanna a full kiss on the lips, I exited
the voyeur room and then sealed its wall entrance. I took a
moment to look in the nearby mirror and run a brush through
my hair, then scurried over to the door and opened it.
"Hi Pamela," I greeted her, smiling. She certainly did
look odd with that trench coat on. "What can I do for you?"
"You were talking about me being a stripper the other
day," the 28-year-old cooed as she stepped into the suite
and then closed the door behind her. "You were making fun
of me, too, Jeremy." Pamela grinned at her own words and
wryly added, "I thought you would be interested if I was
to... oh, hmmmmm... give you a _lap dance_."
I was about to say something, but then the coat came off.
I literally drooled at the sight of Pamela, who now looked
as hot and as sinfully sexy as she possibly could. I could
not believe my eyes as Pamela wore a black leather vest, which
was zippered up to only her midriff. Thus, the black bra that
barely concealed her large, heavenly breasts was on display.
It was decorated with flower-print designs and offered a
clear view of her juicy, plump nipples just underneath it.
In addition, Pamela wore a leather mini-skirt which was so
small and low-cut, she might as well not had it on. Fishnet
stockings adorned her legs, and the pair of knee-high boots
looked extremely tantalizing on her. The little mini-skirt,
stockings and boots were black, just like her bra and vest.
With her silky-smooth blonde hair braided up in a stylish,
classy manner, Pamela appeared as if she had just stepped out
of one of my ultimate fantasies. My heart was pounding
within my chest as I stared and gawked at the luscious woman
standing before me. Despite Devon's recent push for my
attention, maybe Pamela truly was the woman for me?...
"You're going to dance for me?" I breathed, swallowing
hard. My whole body was alive with heated, intense arousal
as I already knew the answer to that question.
"Yes, I am," the seductress replied, the excitement level
in her sultry voice readily apparent. "Now, be a good boy
and take a seat on the edge of the bed for me."
"Oh God..." I growled, quickly complying with her request.
"Remember the number one rule of lap dancing, Jeremy,"
Pamela chided me, stepping back. "No touching. Got that?"
"No touching?" I exclaimed, somewhat exasperated.
"I don't want to have to punish you for breaking the
rules," she warned, a naughty grin upon her charming face.
The top-heavy blonde took another step back and offered me
a very beguiling smile. An instant later, she cupped and
squeezed her fabulous breasts with both hands, their flesh
rolling underneath her touch. Pamela's face came alive as
she purred, "Do you WANT me to dance for you, Jeremy?"
Unable to speak, I eagerly nodded my head at her.
"Do I turn you on?" Pamela asked, her remarkable body
starting to buck and churn about in a sensuous manner. I
quickly sensed this was her standard routine for dancing.
Pamela turned her back and gyrated her shapely ass for me,
which was barely concealed by that mini-skirt, before
spinning back around. Her body kept grinding as she teased,
"I only want to dance for you if it turns you on, Jeremy."
"You're turning me on, big-time," I managed to get out,
my eyes wide as I openly gawked at her. "Trust me." In the
voyeur room, I wondered what Kristanna thought of this?
Pamela pulled her skirt upward for a brief second - long
enough to flash me a view of her black G-string - before
shoving it back down into place. "Are you getting hard
yet?" she wondered, her tone soft and silky. "I just can't
tell you how much I like nice, hard cocks, Jeremy."
Instead of waiting for me to answer, Pamela simply reached
out with her right hand and rubbed the humongous bulge that
was stationed within my shorts. "Oooooh," she cooed, her
hips swaying back-and-forth in a rhythmic motion. "You are
hard, lover. REAL hard. I like that. I like that a LOT."
With my own hands, I made a move to grasp and latch onto
both of her breasts, but Pamela backed away and shook her
head at me. "No touching!" she reminded me, being playful.
I let out another exasperated moan, but decided to let the
game continue. Soon, I would absolutely ravage this woman.
Pamela then placed both hands upon her head and swayed her
hips for me once again, her breasts jiggling and bouncing
about within the confines of her lacey bra. She trailed
both hands down to those big breasts and cupped them for a
second time, then massaged them. "I like showing off my
body," she said, being coy. "Do you like my body, Jeremy?"
"Oh God... you know I do, Pamela. You're so gorgeous."
There was a bona-fide reason why I found Pamela to be so
very irresistible. That fully-loaded figure of hers, which
she now flaunted about with the flair of a seasoned,
professional stripper, had something to do with it.
"Ohhhhh," Pamela grinned, now hooking her left leg over
my right knee and straddling me somewhat there. Her body
bounced about in that position for several seconds, but
then she recoiled her leg and stood straight up once more.
"You like my nice, big breasts?" Pamela asked, in total
teasing mode, as she continued to mash and maul them with
her hands. I nodded as she added, "Would you like to see
my breasts, Jeremy? Do you think you would like that?"
"Oh yes," I replied quickly, my cock about to burst within
my shorts. I could not believe how sinful and erotic this
woman was as she bumped and weaved her body about before me.
I could easily tell that Pamela had done a lot of stripping
and dancing over the course of the past several years.
Pamela undid the zipper upon her vest-like top, and easily
shrugged it from her shoulders. The garment fell harmlessly
to the floor, and then she unsnapped her lacey black bra in
front. The siren pulled its cups outward, baring her big,
glorious breasts for my eyes to luxuriate in. Pamela tossed
the bra elsewhere, then moaned as she openly massaged and
fondled her naked breasts with both hands.
Pamela brought a finger to her mouth and wet it, then
turned her back to me and giggled. "Like my ass?" she asked,
her hips suddenly undulating in a wicked manner. She bent
over slightly and leaned up hard against my pelvis, then
started to bounce upon it. "Want me to rub my ass all over
your cock like this? Does that feel good, Jeremy?" She
continued bumping her hips upon my pelvis, saying, "You like
my ass all over your cock?" She slapped that curvaceous
backside and cooed, "Is my ass tight enough for you, Jeremy?"
"Oh God..." I trembled. This was much better than any
lap dance that I ever once fantasized about receiving...
Pamela kept up the churning and grinding motion for a few
seconds before finally withdrawing that luscious ass of hers
from my pelvis. She turned back around and trailed both
hands down the front of her body, her hips bucking wildly,
with a smile upon her face, before undoing the zipper upon
the side of her mini-skirt and quickly whisking it away.
I took in a deep breath and shook my head in a mixture of
lust and appreciation as Pamela continued to dance in front
of me, the only articles of clothing remaining on her being
a black G-string, fishnet stockings and knee-high boots.
"You like it when I tease you like this?" Pamela wondered,
still dancing. "You like me doing this, Jeremy?" She paused
and moaned, "Hmmmmm... I know I just love it."
Pamela then dropped to her knees between my widespread
legs, and smiled at the tremendous bulge which was within my
shorts. Her eyes locked upon mine, Pamela extended her tongue
and swiped away at the lump. Her white teeth then clamped
down upon a portion of my shorts' fabric, and she pulled her
head back. She then nuzzled her nose upon my aching erection
and giggled, her eyes never once leaving my face.
The young woman soon rose up to her feet and resumed her
erotic dancing routine. "Want me to take my G-string off
for you?" she asked, unsnapping a button upon the garments'
side which held it together. She held the loose G-string in
front of her pussy for several seconds - teasing me - before
pulling it away and fully exposing herself to me.
"Do you like my pussy?" Pangs of unspeakable lust were
coursing throughout my entire body as Pamela then straddled
my hips. "Like my naked body all over your body?" she
wondered, starting to bounce up-and-down upon my shaft - as
if we were having sex. I needed to get rid of my shorts!
"HMMMMM... I _LOVE_ feeling your cock between my legs like
this," she moaned, her face flushed with desire. "Your cock
is all big, and hard. Hmmmmm... feels so good!"
My body overcome with lust, I grabbed Pamela's breasts
with both hands and squeezed them roughly. She then jumped
off my lap and scurried backwards, shaking a menacing finger
at me. I sighed as she playfully scolded me, "No touching,
Jeremy! You do that again, and I'll have to tie you up."
My eyes went wide in response to those words as Pamela
dropped to her knees between my widespread legs once again.
She placed both hands upon the side of my hips and looked up
at me with a playful expression, then began to grind her
luscious breasts upon my pelvis in a wanton, lewd manner.
Acting coy and innocent, Pamela continued to gaze up at
me as she snickered, "You look so uncomfortable, Jeremy.
Oh, you poor baby. Let's see if I can make you feel better."
I took in another deep breath as she undid my shorts and
reached within my briefs, then pulled my fully erect cock
out and let it wobble before her eyes in the open air. "Is
that better?" she inquired, still acting innocent. "I think
he needed a breath of fresh air, Jeremy." She giggled once
more, gently stroking and then kissing the tip of my cock.
Pamela stood up and placed both hands upon my head, then
brought my face into contact with her breasts. She rubbed
my face upon those glorious breasts of hers for several
seconds, her hips still undulating, before dropping back down
to her knees between my legs. She pulled my shorts and
briefs downward, fully exposing my shaft.
Pamela tilted her head all the way forward, until its crown
was pointing downward. She then rubbed the back of her head
upon my erection, which nearly caused me to explode. I loved
the feel of her silky-smooth blonde hair upon my skin...
"Why don't you suck it?" I asked her, referring to my
cock, my tone of voice uncharacteristically flat and uneven.
Pamela took a step back upon her knees and flashed me a
look. "Suck it? What type of dancer do you think I am,
Jeremy?" She huffed playfully and added, "Not me..."
Finally, Pamela had pushed me too far.
The stripper grunted and squealed with obvious arousal as
I clutched both of her shoulders with my hands and literally
tossed her onto the bed. Pamela gave me an expectant look as
she gazed up at me, her firm thighs already spread wide and
parted. I licked my lips at the mere sight of her little
pussy, which glistened with its shiny, erotic moisture.
I hesitated for a second or two, but then dove face-first
right between those luscious thighs. Pamela's body tensed
with arousal as I grasped her hips with my hands, my tongue
already flicking itself over and across her swollen slit.
The voluptuous vixen moaned out her approval, her hands
clutching my head, her fingers weaving themselves throughout
my short brown hair. The feel of her fingernails upon my
scalp sent absolute shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
Not only did Pamela have a beautiful pussy, but she had a
very delicious one as well. I lapped away at her moist,
tender folds, my tongue darting about wildly, my nose
sniffing and luxuriating in the scent of her womanhood.
That was yet another thing - her pussy smelled wonderful.
Everything about Pamela, in fact, was wonderful...
I inserted a pair of fingers into that sweet pussy and
immediately began to thrust them in-and-out at a rather
torrid pace. Pamela clutched her thighs tightly around my
head, as well as my hand, as I continually forged those
fingers into her. She arched her neck and back high off
the mattress, a series of moans and growls emanating from
deep within her throat. Obviously, Pamela enjoyed this.
Likewise, I was happy to be the one giving her this pleasure.
"Oh yeah..." she sighed, her thighs now loosening the
dual grip upon my head and hand. "Oh yeah, Jeremy... that's
good. That's real good! Hmmmmm... lick my pussy! Lick it!
Hmmmmm... come on, lick it. OH YEAH... there. Right there!
OH GOD... don't stop! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
I concentrated on her little nub of a clitoris, gently
trapping it within my mouth and flicking my tongue across it
in rapid-fire succession. Pamela let out a thunderous squeal
in response, then pressed her palms upon the crown of my
head and applied a generous amount of pressure. She arched
her neck and back once again as well, her moans and cries of
arousal quickly becoming more loud and heated.
I released her clitoris from my mouth, only to then offer
it a series of slow, leisurely swipes with my tongue. I got
the sense that Pamela was extremely close to an orgasm, which
was a bit of a surprise to me. I could get off a beautiful
woman like this with my tongue alone, and no foreplay?
Then the thought hit me that the wicked lap dance which
Pamela had earlier given to me must have excited her as well.
It was a combination of both the strip-tease and my oral
worship which would ultimately lead toward her orgasm.
Whatever the case, I bore down with my lips and tongue,
and was intent on bringing this hot, ravenous creature to an
earth-shattering climax. Once I inserted a third finger
into her glistening folds and pounded away at them, I had
succeeded. Pamela roared out at the very top of her lungs,
her exquisite pussy literally erupting in a sea of passion.
"HMMMMM... GOD!" she screamed out, her head raised as
she stared down at me. "GOD YES!" My tongue had already
shifted into erotic overdrive, and was busy lapping up the
delicious fruits of my labor. Juices seemed to continually
ooze from Pamela's pussy; and I was quick to gather it with
my tongue and swallow it down my throat. Delicious!
"Hmmmmm... yes," Pamela moaned in the aftermath, once she
had settled her body back down upon the bed. "Yesssss...
Oh Jeremy, you made me cream my pussy." She smiled and
coyly added, "I'm going to have to pay you back for that.
GOD, lover. You made me feel SO GOOD."
"I thought you said I wasn't allowed to touch you," I
grinned, finally raising my head from between the silken
joining of her thighs. "Did you change your mind?"
Pamela moaned and replied, "If you want to lick my pussy
like that, Jeremy, you can do whatever you want!"
For a moment, I extended my tongue and dabbed away at
Pamela's belly button. Then, I trailed my lips and tongue
up Pamela's torso - over her midriff and through her vast
cleavage - and finally planted a deep kiss upon her mouth.
Once our kiss was broken, Pamela smiled up at me and
wrapped her arms around my neck in a tender fashion. "It
has been awhile, sweet Jeremy, since you and I have gotten
together like this. Tuesday night was the last time we got
close with one another like this." Pamela hesitated for a
moment, then kissed my cheek. "Is there any particular
reason why we haven't been together since Tuesday night?
That was when we had the three-some with Amy."
I shrugged my shoulders and replied without thinking,
"Not that I can think of..."
Pamela giggled at me. "You were with Devon on Wednesday.
Thursday night, Trish and Lindsay. Then last night, it was
Kristanna. She was with you ALL night. And now, Amy wants
to have sex with you later tonight."
I shrugged my shoulders again. "I guess I'm popular."
Pamela waved a finger in front of my face and grinned.
"I want you to have your fun with these girls, Jeremy. I
know that this island is - at least on the surface - a sex
resort. But you told me your REAL reason for bringing me
and all of the other girls to the island with you. You want
love, and to get married. It's not a sex resort at all.
This is like one of those reality dating shows on TV, but
with a very erotic twist."
"I trust you haven't told anyone..."
"Of course not," Pamela responded, shaking her head. "As
I was saying, though, I want you to have your fun. I do."
"What do you mean?"
Pamela took a deep breath before answering, "No matter
how many times you have sex with Devon, or Trish, Lindsay,
or anyone else, I just want you to remember one thing."
"What?"
"No one could ever possibly love you, or care for you,
more than I would," Pamela said, those words sending a shiver
down my spine. "I guarantee you that. No one would ever
treat you any better than me. I am not just saying that,
either. I mean it. I really do. And no one - and I mean
_NO ONE_ - would make you any happier than me. No one."
For the time being, I was totally speechless. So, Pamela
decided to press on, "I want to be with you." Pamela hugged
me fiercely and murmured, "I want you in my life, Jeremy. I
want us to be together. We BELONG together."
"Pamela..." I sighed, touched by her sincerity.
She released me from her arms and sniffed her nose. "You
have avoided me the past few days."
"I have not!" was my defense. "That's CRAZY!"
"No, it's not," she countered. "I understand. It is
natural. You have a whole group of beautiful women here
with you. All of them like you, want to get to know you
better. You want to get to know them. You think, maybe,
that you jumped the gun a little by telling me that I am
your _dream girl_ on just my second day here. Considering
the circumstances, and the theme of this place, it's okay.
If I were you, I'd want to look around a little bit too,
before deciding which girl is the one for me."
Was this woman reading my exact thoughts, or something?
Pamela grinned at me. "It is my job to show you - to
PROVE to you, Jeremy - that I really AM your dream girl.
Eventually, you will not even THINK about another woman.
I am all the woman you will ever need." She smiled once
again, then kissed me. "Just wait. You'll see."
When I did not respond, Pamela giggled. "You better be
glad that I am not the jealous type, though. Carrying on
with all these girls like you have..."
"You've spent an awful lot of time with Amy," I told her.
"I know I have," Pamela nodded. "Your sex resort idea is
a fantasy for me, too. I have been able to let loose and be
totally carefree with Amy. But I would trade all of it for a
one-on-one commitment from you. Total, true love."
Pamela smiled and added, "When you are ready to make that
commitment, Jeremy, I'll be waiting for you." Pamela kissed
me flush on the lips and concluded, "You're worth the wait."
<<<- End of Chapter 6 ->>>
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