Chapter 14
I continued to simplify meeting our most basic want, that of food. For
example I had devised a system of expediting the catching of sea life. I had
driven closely aligned bamboo stakes across the drainage channels of several
deep tidal pools. We would bait the pools at high tide and then at low tide pick
and choose our dinner from the trapped crustaceans and fish.
I had grown unhappy with the original hut. It was cramped with the three of
us. Also the raised interwoven bamboo floor was constantly in need of repair and
new support. I had drawn plans in the sand and proposed to the girls we
undertake the building of a new more substantial home. The two were enthusiastic
until construction was underway and the amount of hard effort involved became
apparent. I finally had to resort to the use of a bamboo switch to generate
motivation on the continued gathering of construction material.
I planned on a large structure by combining and strapping together lengths of
thick bamboo with malleable bands of heated sheet metal from the plane's
fuselage for strong support. I planned a pyramid structure using three columns.
The cutting and dragging of the bamboo was very hard work. We had to go
inland for the size we needed, chopping down the bamboo with our machetes. We
had devised a harness from several seatbelts and using a length of attached
heavy wire the girls would drag the burden to the beach. I overhead "yassur
boss" comments addressed in my direction as a result of this labor. I had also
noticed Jennifer took a delight in using a switch on Brittany's behind if she
felt the other girl was lagging.
The girls had deepened their own special relationship apart from me. Both
girls considered themselves "straight" and the developing sexual need was
supposed to be a secret. I had not felt excluded and thought it provided them a
deeper security. Brittany suffered deep bouts of homesickness and would slip
into a lethargic melancholy. I observed Jennifer get sexually aggressive with
Brittany when she was in this mood.
The complex and constant barrage of stimuli of modern American life was
lacking here. This simple primitive existence refocused your needs. The
appreciation of our few pleasures had grown. We savored the company of each
other. Talking, touching and sex were important parts actions that reaffirmed
our social collectiveness. This bonding was a reassurance of security that
united our little family.
But it was not always an idealistic world. Eden had an edge. The complex
sexual relationship of three could be problematic. Jealousies, individual
irritations and conflicts with another were a reoccurring disruption of
paradise.
Earlier that evening there had been a misunderstanding. Brittany, as cook,
had been trying to raise the standard of the daily meal with more variety. She
had presented a bowl of "caviar" as an aperitif for dinner. I had stuck my
fingers in the gelatinous mass and sniffed at the roe.
"This smells like puss" I had commented and curled my lip in suspicious
distaste. This was the continuation of a running "fishy smell" community joke,
which was at Jennifer's expense. Angrily Jennifer had responded by throwing a
handful of eggs at me. The wet mass had struck my chest and splattered like a
hand grenade. We had stared at each other in shock at her sudden brash reaction.
Then she had jumped up and sprinted off. I immediately followed and chased her
down the beach. Attempting to escape in the open had been her mistake. She could
easily elude me in the thick jungle but on an open stretch I eventually outran
and overtook her.
I caught a running leg and upended the fleet Amazon. We wrestled until I
straddled her. This was no simple feat as her slight frame belied a hard compact
wiry power. Holding her down I made her clean the egg mess off my torso with her
tongue. This action heated the situation. I wedged myself between her thighs
stretching her arms above her head and rubbed my demanding erection against her
vulnerable mons. Initially she hotly protested my further advances, but her
cleft was responsively wet. The struggle continued, which changed when I thrust
and was succeeded with a degree of penetration. She immediately thrust back
against me. We coupled in an extended sexual power match, as neither of us could
seem to get enough of the other. Our eyes locked, we rolled back and forth,
slowing to an almost exquisitely breathless plateau then building back to a
pounding frenzy of demanding want for the other. Eventually we both rode a
building crescendo of release and then lay in the shallow warm waves.
Afterwards hand-in-hand we had walked back to the camp. Brittany sat alone by
the fire. She had been watching the flames but had looked up at our approach.
She smiled and told us she had kept our supper warm. She arose and quietly
busied herself in dishing out the food from a metal plate resting in the coals.
I felt a chill in the atmosphere and look questionably at Jennifer. She was
watching her friend but turned her head to meet my eye. She shrugged her
shoulders.
I have never been one for subtlety and I decided to confront the situation.
"What's wrong, Brittany?" I asked her.
She had sat down next to Jennifer. She looked over at me and quietly replied
"Nothing"
"Oh right!" I answered.
Jennifer put her arm around her friend. "What is it Brittany?" Jennifer asked
her gently.
Brittany turned to her, lip began to quiver and she sniffed. "You guys left
me alone for so long. I thought you maybe didn't want me around." She began to
cry. Jennifer hugged her and Brittany laid her head on her shoulder.
"Oh man!" I said in disgust. Jennifer gave me a dirty look. I held my tongue
and thought for a minute. Over the past weeks we had all done everything
together. It was rare when any of us was alone.
I had a quick tinge of guilt as I again faced the youth of my two fellow
castaways. Both girls were very capable of projecting a facade of maturity. It
was easy to forget our circumstances. That we were thousands of miles from
familiar homes and families could be hard for these teenagers to bear. Our
closeness was a comforting home for them. Not so much for the self assured
Jennifer, but particularly with the more sensitive Brittany.
Brittany had her arms around Jennifer and the two were holding each other
close. Brittany's head came up and she kissed Jennifer. The kiss lingered and
Jennifer responded by tightening her embrace. I was always intrigued in watching
these two make love. The gentle way they would touch and caress the other
titillated me. Also when I had seen the teenagers become very passionate with
the other it had been very sensual.
But, this night it seemed Brittany needed her time. I stood, brushed the sand
from myself and went off into the darkness. My departure went unnoticed.
