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"Island Fever" - Chapter 4 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2005
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Seated at the control panel in my voyeur room, I leaned
back and smiled at the image on the surveillance monitor in
front of me. The charming duo of Devon and Camille were
nestled together in each other's arms, peacefully sleeping
away upon the large, comfortable bed in their guest suite.
Was there a better sight in the whole, wide world than a
pair of truly beautiful woman so snug and close together,
with their bodies literally entwined as one? Camille was a
luscious Latina whose overall charm and beauty could match
up with anyone. Devon, of course, was the bombshell blonde
from Pennsylvania who had taken a very serious liking to me.
Although Pamela was still first and foremost on my mind,
I simply could not shake the in-depth discussion that Devon
had with Camille last evening. According to what she had
told Camille - as I eavesdropped on them from the comfort
of my voyeur room - Devon was totally in love with me. I
still found it a bit shocking that a woman so very heavenly
and radiant - like Devon most certainly was - could have
such a sudden interest in a normal, ordinary man like me.
Even more shocking was the simple fact that Devon seemed to
be extremely straightforward and direct with those feelings.
Never once had I thought of myself as a very desirable
person in any sense of the imagination. Why would a woman
such as Devon - who could literally have her choice of
anyone - want to be with me? It did not make sense to me.
Or perhaps I should give myself a little more credit?
Maybe, but the recent years of solitude here on the island
had dulled and jaded my senses - as well as my confidence -
beyond all reasonable proportions. No one could spend eight
years on a remote island with minimal contact from the rest
of civilization - like I have - and not feel the way I do.
Still, it was time for me to accept the fact that Devon
did harbor some very true and bona-fide feelings for me. I
still may not understand why, but maybe I should not even
concern myself with such negative thoughts anymore. The
fact of the matter was that Devon already loved me.
Isn't that what I have wanted throughout my entire life?
Ever since Victoria, my ex-fiancee, left me standing at the
altar some 11 years ago (and shattered the person that I am
inside as a result), I have yearned for someone to share my
life with. Could that someone turn out to be Devon?
Telling someone that you love them just a day or two
after meeting for the first time probably would not be the
smartest thing to do. However, I saw nothing wrong with
having such feelings, even at an early relationship stage.
I have certainly felt that way about others in the past.
I had an unfair advantage, if it could be considered one,
with the voyeur room. I could spy on all of the ladies and
listen in on their private discussions with one another, but
they were not afforded the same luxury as it pertained to me.
It was not like Devon was saying these things to my face.
She had confided her feelings to Camille as I eavesdropped
on them. Devon loved me. Devon wanted to be with me... wow.
The flip-side of Devon, of course, was Pamela. Did Pamela
have those same type of feelings for me? Was Pamela in love
with me as well? Certainly, Pamela was the one woman of the
entire group which I had focused the most amount of energy
and attention upon thus far. Pamela was my favorite.
But since this was just the ladies' third day here - of
what would be 69 days in total - there was a little voice
inside of my head asking me if I had jumped the gun a little
too soon. Was it really smart of me to choose Pamela as my
favorite after having known her for just three days?
There is such a thing as love-at-first-sight, indeed, but
I had five other ladies on the island with me as well. Three
of them - Trish, Lindsay and Camille - I had barely paid any
attention to thus far. The other two - Devon and Amy -
I had in-depth thoughts and ideas about at various times.
In fact, I even had sex with Amy on two different occasions.
Devon was a wonderful woman, as was Pamela. So was Amy
for that matter, but in a much different way (considering
that she was a nymphomaniac). But what if Trish was really
the girl for me? Lindsay? Camille? Was I being fair to
myself in anointing Pamela as my unquestioned favorite after
a mere three days? Was I being fair to the others?
"Hmmmmm..."
My thoughts of over-analyzation were interrupted as that
long, drawn-out sigh emanated from the speaker upon the
surveillance monitor in front of me. I immediately looked
up and my body tingled at what I saw, as Camille was now
perched atop Devon, with their sweet mouths attached as one.
My shaft began to rustle about within my shorts as I
watched the pair of ladies trade both their lips and tongues
over a languid, open-mouthed exchange. Devon groaned out in
erotic response as she used both arms to embrace Camille's
neck and shoulders in a loving way.
"What a way to start the morning!" Devon chirped once
their mutual kiss came to its conclusion.
"Hmmmmm," the Mexican repeated, smiling down at her new
girlfriend. "Are you feeling any better, Devvers?"
Devon smiled and replied, "I think after what happened
between you and me last night, I feel better than I ever
have before!" As could be expected, my heart literally
skipped a beat at those words. Did Devon and Camille have
_another_ sexual encounter with each other last evening?
What a great vision that would be! If so, I was glad that I
could go into the archives and re-live it with my voyeur
room. I would have to review the film sometime very soon...
Camille lowered her lips to Devon's and offered her yet
another tender kiss. "I'm glad that I made you feel better,
baby." Camille grinned and kissed her lover once more.
"But I bet that you're still thinking about Jeremy, right?"
Devon's expression tightened as she squealed, "You know I
am. I just can't get him off of my mind."
"If things don't work out for you and Jeremy," Camille
countered, "you could try a relationship with me, sweetie.
You know how hot and sexy I think you are."
Now the one to initiate a kiss between them, Devon smiled
and clutched Camille even tighter to her. "We do have all
summer to spend together, Cammy." It was the winter in this
part of the world, Devon! I was just going to give up in my
efforts to correct the group of ladies about that fact.
"I know we have all summer," Camille nodded in response,
before kissing Devon on the lips once more. "I cannot tell
you how much I am looking forward to it. Not just with you,
but all of the other girls, too. Besides you, baby, the one
I like the most is Trish. She is so nice and friendly."
"And has a great body," Devon added, snickering. "Are you
going to try and put the move on her?"
"Actually, I am," Camille admitted. "I'm going with
Trish on a little nature hike today. Lindsay, too. Maybe
when we take a break and sit down, one thing will lead to
another and we'll all wind up having sex together. I cannot
tell you how much group sex with other women turns me on."
"Good luck..." Devon grinned.
"Why don't you come with us?" Camille suggested, as Devon
shook her head. "C'mon... it'll be fun. I know you are
attracted to Lindsay. I see the way that you look at her.
Everyone is attracted to that sweet, little thing."
"Thanks, but no thanks," the blonde told her. "I'm going
to try and work on Jeremy a little bit today." Devon pouted
and added, "I hope Jeremy isn't mad at me, because I ran off
last night without much explanation after he kissed me."
Camille tilted her head to the side and asked, "Would you
like it if I talked to Jeremy for you?"
Devon forged a smile and offered, "Again... thanks, but
no thanks. I really should go about this on my own. And
you are right. I think Lindsay is a real sweetheart."
Camille planted one more kiss upon Devon's mouth and
said, "Remember what I told you, honey. Baby steps. Take
baby steps with Jeremy. Don't think you can go ten years
into a relationship with him over a ten minute span. Trust
me when I tell you to watch what you say to him."
"I will," Devon promised, nodding her head for emphasis.
"I really appreciate you listening to me last night, Cammy.
It means an awful lot to me. It's good to talk."
"It was my pleasure," the 26-year-old said, before sliding
out of bed. "Anything at all to help you out." Camille
arched and stretched her back, then let out an exasperated
moan before adding, "I'm going to wash up and get ready for
the day. Breakfast is only two hours from now, you know."
* * *
All of the ladies were gathered together at the table in
the formal dining room when I made my way there at 10:00am.
A smile came to my face as a result, because I wanted this
to be the routine, normal time that all of us got together
each and every morning for breakfast. It was excellent to
know that all of my lovely guests were punctual and prompt.
Louisa, the elderly but dependable housekeeper, whipped
up a batch of steaming pancakes, crispy bacon and delicious
sausage links on this fine morning. Everyone dug into the
hearty meal and, as could be expected, there was nothing but
gracious smiles and words of appreciation for Louisa's work.
Even once all of us concluded our meal, I had not spoken
a direct word to Devon yet. I caught her glancing my way on
several occasions, however, and did offer her a friendly
smile or two in response. It seemed to relieve her.
Devon had earlier said to Camille that she was worried
whether or not I was angry at her because she ran off when I
tried to kiss her last night. I was not angry at all. I
perfectly understood the way she felt, thanks in large part
to the voyeur room and my ability to eavesdrop on the long
and thorough discussion that she and Camille had last night.
Without it, I do not know if I would be angry at Devon -
but I would definitely wonder if _I_ had done something wrong
to warrant her running off like she did. It just seemed to
me at that point in time, Devon wanted me to kiss her. I am
usually not that forward or aggressive in my dealings with
women, but at that moment, I simply could not help myself.
Again, I believed that Devon _wanted_ me to kiss her.
I would be remiss if I did not mention the duo of Pamela
and Amy, who were in their usual, vibrant moods as everyone
enjoyed their meal at the breakfast table. After the three
of us fell asleep last evening, Pamela and Amy woke up early
this morning and slipped out of my personal suite after both
of them offered me a loving hug and passionate kiss.
That three-some I had with them last night will, without
a shadow of a doubt, go down as one of the best experiences
of my entire life. I still felt incredibly exhausted and
drained from it, but in no way was I complaining. Pamela
was an all-out vixen whose body was built for the pleasures
of the flesh. Amy, on the other hand... I was starting to
think of her as a total sex machine. I had never met a woman
with such an unstoppable sex drive. Amy was insatiable!
It was pretty apparent, judging by their conversation from
earlier, that Devon and Camille had a sexual encounter of
their own sometime last evening. I wondered to myself if
Trish and Lindsay had gotten into the swing of things, too.
During our so-called _date_ last night, Devon and I came
across Trish and Lindsay as they were nestled together in
front of a bon-fire upon the beach. Did they have some fun,
too? Did Trish get to take Lindsay's virginal cherry?
"I'm going with Trish and Lindsay on a nature hike today,"
Camille said to not only me, but the other girls as well at
the breakfast table. She turned toward Pamela and Amy, and
asked, "Either of you like to tag along with us, too?"
"Pamela wanted to check out that big garden in the back,"
Amy told her. "Then, we plan on going to the beach. Maybe
we can all go together on a hike another time."
"That would be great," Camille grinned in response.
"What about you, Devon?" Pamela wondered, turning her
attention toward the charming blonde. "If Camille goes with
Trish and Lindsay, and Amy and me go and do our own thing...
what do you plan on doing today?"
Devon glanced my way for an instant before saying to
Pamela, "Oh, I don't know." She looked at me once again,
then back at Pamela. "I was thinking of a jacuzzi. I... I
am not fully recovered from that long airline flight here."
"I know what you mean!" Lindsay squealed. "I still feel
tired from it myself. Of course, I really don't like being
in airplanes. That may have something to do with it. Was
it your first time in the air, Devon?"
"No, but it's been awhile," she replied. "I went on a
family vacation to Cancun when I was 11. I did not like
flying then, and I certainly do not like it any more now.
My ears felt like they were going to pop the whole trip."
"Mine too!" Amy huffed.
"What about you, Jeremy?" Trish suddenly chimed in. "Do
you have any plans at all for today?"
I offered Devon a quick glance, then smiled and focused
my gaze upon Trish. "Oh, I don't know. I'm sure that I'll
think of something. I can always stay busy inside my suite.
A lot of work goes into making sure all of you girls have
smiles upon your faces at all times."
"What do you mean?" Lindsay inquired, curious.
"Everything. I have to make sure we have enough food and
supplies to last us each week, because the delivery boat only
comes once a week - Friday. I check the Internet to see if
there are any new music CDs or movies that come out on DVD
that I think one of you ladies may be interested in. I check
weather reports and advisories at least two or three times
each day. None are on the way now, but we are guaranteed
four or five nasty rainstorms, along with thunder and
lightning, before these ten weeks are up. NASTY storms."
"There's been nothing but sunshine and warm weather since
we arrived on Monday," Amy observed. "But I guess I can see
where an island like this - in the tropics near the equator -
could get its fair share of bad weather."
"It will rain once, twice a week, on average," I told her.
"But we'll get four or five good, torrential downpours, too.
Be prepared for it, because they will come."
"I don't know what's good about it," Trish mused, offering
a quirky smile. "I thought I left all the bad weather behind
me in Toronto when I came here. Hmmmmm... I guess not."
"You brought it with you!" Camille exclaimed. albeit in a
playful way. She received an equally playful smack on the
shoulder, courtesy of Trish, as a result.
Lindsay looked at me and said, "Are these three days a good
indication of what we should expect for the next ten weeks?"
"Pretty much, yes," was my response. "You and the others
will be permitted to do whatever it is that you wish. You
are your own boss. I am simply your host."
"I just feel so carefree and relaxed here," Lindsay mused.
"This island is such a great atmosphere. There isn't one
person here that I don't like. It really is a paradise."
"We're permitted to do whatever we want?" Amy asked me.
"Let me get this straight, Jeremy. You don't expect us to
cook or clean. You don't have strict rules or guidelines
for us. You don't, as Camille wondered, run a slave camp."
"I didn't say that!" Camille exclaimed, perhaps a bit mad
at Amy. "Tell Jeremy I didn't say that!" That was a minor
lie on her part, as I eavesdropped and heard the 26-year-old
say those exact words to Devon during their first night here.
"It doesn't matter, Camille," Amy told her. "It's okay.
Jeremy isn't going to think any less of you for it." Amy
focused her attention upon me once again and continued, "No
cooking or cleaning. No strict rules. No slave camp. You
let us do whatever we want, yet you are paying us $100,000
at the end. One gets $500,000. What's the deal?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders.
"Why are you paying us that much money if you expect
little, if anything, out of us in return?"
I hesitated for a moment, but then smiled. Although I
had told Pamela of my intentions, now was not the time or
place for me to inform everyone else what I wanted - which
included finding the right woman, falling in love with her
and ultimately, getting married. That is what I have
dreamed about for my entire life.
"I brought all of you here simply because I enjoy the
company," I replied, still smiling. It was not a lie, but
neither could it be called the whole, total truth, either.
"Being here by myself for eight years... it can get lonely."
"My God!..." Trish huffed. "How could you stay here by
your lonesome for eight years? This island is beautiful and
everything, but I would go stir-crazy without others around."
"Jeremy has a friend visit him from time to time," Devon
suddenly said, straightening her posture in the chair. "Her
name is Kristanna. He told me about her last night."
"Kristanna?" Lindsay asked, intrigued.
"Yes, Kristanna," I nodded. "I was just telling Devon
last night that a friend of mine, Kristanna, will be showing
up here real soon. In fact, she'll be here on Friday, I
received a new e-mail from her just this morning. She is
going to stay with us for the duration of your visit."
"What's she like?" Trish asked.
"Kristanna is just as beautiful - and just as bi - as the
rest of you, As I told Devon, I have no doubt that she will
fit in real nicely with all of you. I also told Pamela about
her yesterday afternoon. Krissy is also extremely funny and
jovial. I cannot say enough good things about her."
"Jeremy said she is from Norway," Devon told the others.
"I like her name. I think it is really pretty... exotic."
"She is a real sweetheart," I added. "All of you will
like her just as you like each other."
"Or in some cases, love each other," Amy giggled, before
hooking her arm around Pamela's and squeezing tightly. I
smiled at them as Pamela snickered and placed the side of
her face upon Amy's shoulder. They were already in love?
* * *
Sometime later, I found myself finishing up the last of
the dishes. Trish, Lindsay and Camille had already went
off on their nature hike, while Pamela and Amy said they were
going to get a change of clothes before paying a visit to the
garden. It was good that they were staying busy.
While rubbing a dry towel across a breakfast plate, I got
the sense that I was not alone in the kitchen. So I turned
around and sure enough, the sweet and delectable Devon was
leaning against the entranceway - looking squarely at me.
Being my friendly self, I offered her a smile and greeted,
"Hello there, Miss Devon. Are you here to help me with the
dishes? If so, I'm afraid you're too late."
"Me?" Devon giggled, her arms folded together. "I don't
think so. Me and dishes don't mix that well, you know." She
hesitated for a brief moment, then took a deep breath and
slowly stepped forward. "Listen, Jeremy... I just wanted to
apologize for what happened last night. I ran off when you
kissed me... let me say it wasn't your fault. It was mine.
I... I really don't know what..."
"It's okay, dear," I interjected, placing the final plate
in its proper cabinet. "You have nothing to apologize for."
"Really?" Devon countered, somewhat surprised. "I mean,
you're not mad at me? Not even a tiny bit?"
"Not at all." I was fully prepared for whatever Devon
had to say to me. I was going to do my best to calm her
fears and anxieties about me, too. "I was just hoping that
you and I could continue our date."
"REALLY?" she asked, now very surprised.
I smiled at her and replied, "Yes, really. That is... if
you are interested in continuing our date."
"Oh yes!" Devon gushed, stepping forward and nodding her
head. "I'm very interested in continuing it!"
"It's almost eleven o'clock now, dear," I grinned. "How
about you meet me at my private suite in say... four hours?
How does three o'clock sound to you? That will give me some
time to get everything ready."
"What exactly do you have in mind?"
Figuring that Devon would surely not mind if I was a bit
forward with her, I smiled and replied, "It takes time to
prepare for the arrival of a princess." Her eyes went wide
as I added, "I have to get my suite ready for you."
"Me?" the 27-year-old exclaimed, in shock. "A princess?
Me?" She shook her head and ended, "Are you serious?"
"I've never been more serious about anything in my life,"
I told her, before deciding to add a little fuel to the fire.
"Remember how you said that you REALLY like me, sweetheart?
Let me just say that the feeling is mutual." Her eyes went
wide as I added, "I would really APPRECIATE the opportunity
to get to know you on a deeper and more personal level... see
what type of person you are. What makes you tick inside,
what makes you happy. It may lead to something down the road
between us... something long-lasting. Would you like that,
Miss Devon? Exploring the opportunity, at least? Together?"
Devon let out a half-sigh as I gauged her reaction to my
words. She seemed genuinely surprised at my boldness. "I
would like... I would like that very much, Jeremy." Devon
gathered her senses and spoke under better control, "It is
all that I have wanted since I first met you two days ago.
The... opportunity... that you are speaking about."
With butterflies suddenly swirling within my stomach, I
gently grasped Devon's right hand with my left, and brought
it to my lips. After planting a whispery kiss upon that
soft, delicate hand, I offered Devon a glittering smile and
surmised, "We are in agreement... thus, it is a date. Meet
me at three o'clock. I'll be waiting for you in my room."
Devon glanced at the hand that I had just kissed, then
made eye contact with me and nodded her head in agreement.
"I'll be there, Jeremy. I won't be a minute late!"
* * *
For as honest and straightforward as Devon was about her
feelings for me - or, she at least wanted to be - I felt the
same, exact way. I wanted someone with whom I could totally
open up to, and be honest with as well. Could Devon be that
person for me? As long as we were on the same wavelength in
terms of our thoughts and feelings, it did not matter that
the two of us had just met. If we were comfortable together,
Devon and I could say anything to each other.
The task for me was to get Devon to the point where she
felt comfortable with expressing her true feelings and
emotions. I believe that she wanted to open up and share,
but felt apprehensive about doing so because it was not her
intent to scare or ward me off. That would never happen.
Plus, Camille had given Devon the advice about taking
_baby steps_ in what she said to me. That was sound advice,
indeed, but I was at the point in my own life where I wanted
some positive encouragement. I wanted to hear that I was
loved and cared for on a daily basis. I wanted to hear it
several times a day. Several times an hour, in fact! It
had been _much_ too long since I heard anything like that.
* * *
By the time 2:00pm rolled around, I had taken a very long
and relaxing whirlpool bath, and had myself nearly prepared
for what I had in mind for Devon later this afternoon. A
good shave, a few dabs of cologne here-and-there, and a very
_un-Jeremy-like_ set of clothes were a good place to start.
Everything within my private suite was set to go. Needless
to say, I was hoping that Devon enjoy her time with me.
I decided to take a short break and venture back into the
adjacent voyeur room. I immediately spotted Devon on one of
the monitors, lounging and relaxing in a bubble bath. It
was a tempting sight, indeed, simply because Devon was such
a gorgeous woman. But I turned the monitor off. I did not
want to spy on Devon like that right now. I wanted to wait
because hopefully, my time to appreciate her womanly beauty
and overall charm would come live and in person at 3:00pm.
Another monitor registered some activity on the beach,
where Pamela and Amy had shed their bikinis and were now
laying side-by-side upon a large towel. I smiled at the
mere sight of them together like that. Obviously, both of
them had already paid their visit to the garden.
There was a good reason why most of my thoughts and ideas
had been centered upon Pamela thus far. Pamela was very
sweet and considerate, and clearly had a heart of pure gold.
She was the perfect representation of everything that an
exotic dancer should be - a blonde and busty vision of
physical perfection, with an athletic and very taut body.
Despite her awesome physical attributes, however, I still
found it hard to believe that Pamela was actually a stripper.
She just seemed too smart and well-refined for the stereotype
that routinely went along with the profession.
Believe it or not, but I still envisioned Pamela as a
librarian. Or perhaps a flower shop attendant? A drop-dead,
stunning flower shop attendant, but one nonetheless. Her
younger sister was a flower shop attendant. Pamela... maybe
an elementary school teacher? Yes, that is it. After all,
that was what Pamela one day aspired to be - a teacher.
Just think of all the crushes her students would have on her!
The primary reason that Pamela was an exotic dancer was so
she could live a quality lifestyle and afford to put herself
through college, where her major was education. The young
woman had just one more year to go, too, before obtaining
her collegiate degree. Would she quit stripping then, and
become a teacher? Or would Pamela be my wife by then?...
Since her arrival on the island, Pamela seemed to go with
Amy almost as well as bread did with butter. The two ladies
had obviously hit it off and were having a wonderful time
together. It made me feel good inside that I had helped
unite Pamela and Amy by bringing them with me to the island.
How else could a waitress from Cincinnati meet up and fall
in love with a stripper from Baltimore? Sounds strange, huh?
Amy was, as I eluded to earlier, a pure sex machine. I
am not sure whether or not she had any limits when it came
to her level of satisfaction. I wondered if Amy even knew
what that word meant. She was the type of woman who could
give any normal man a heart attack during an encounter if
she truly wanted to. Amy was just so wild and ferocious.
But it was touching to see she and Pamela together upon
the surveillance monitor, laying side-by-side upon their
beach towel. Both ladies had wet hair, so they must have
already been (skinny-dipping) in the water. Now, they were
just working on their tans while lounging upon the beach.
It was a beautiful sight to witness. Simply beautiful.
I could sit back here in my voyeur room and listen in on
their conversation - whatever it was about - but the third
active screen was the one that interested me the most now.
* * *
My gaze was suddenly locked upon that particular monitor,
as Camille was currently enjoying herself underneath a
cascading waterfall on the eastern side of the island.
Standing in a pool of waist-deep water, which emptied out
into the ocean further below, Camille was wearing a black
two-piece bikini. She was positioned directly underneath a
flowing sheet of water, arching her slender neck and letting
it cascade through her long black hair and down her body.
Camille's eyes were closed and she had a look of pure
bliss upon her face as she gently massaged her breasts
underneath the waterfall. Taking the big globes of flesh
into her hands, the 26-year-old squeezed and caressed them
thoroughly. It was obvious that she loved the sensations.
Watching a gorgeous woman such as Camille grope herself
like this was more than enough to give me a raging hard-on.
However, only adding to my personal pleasure was the very
beautiful, lush scenery in which she did it in.
The continual stream of water which cascaded onto her
head from above was the centerpiece of it all. Behind the
young woman was a little wall formed from volcanic rock,
which was somewhat shielded by a growth of green weeds.
Panning the camera back a bit, I could easily tell that
the pool of fresh water that Camille leisurely basked in
was surrounded by equally stunning scenery. At the edge of
a tiny cliff which overlooked the ocean, there were majestic
trees and beautiful shrubbery all around. The sun peeked
through those tall trees from above, providing enough
illumination for me to eavesdrop on this special moment.
The sound of running water was quite peaceful, and serene.
Of course, what made the scenery even more appealing to
me was when I panned the camera back, I also got tempting
glimpses of both Trish and Lindsay. The two ladies, who had
apparently come to this waterfall location with Camille
during their nature hike, were wearing their bikinis. They
stood in the small basin as well, but on the opposite side.
I again drooled at the sight of young, tender Lindsay in
a tiny bikini. Among all of the gorgeous sights thus far,
Lindsay in her pink bikini got my inner juices pumping faster
than anything. She was so incredibly breathtaking...
"Have either of you learned anything about the money?"
Lindsay asked Trish and Camille, as I flipped the hidden
microphone on. "I really want that half-million."
"I don't think any of us will learn a thing about the
money until Jeremy gives it to us at the end of the summer,"
Camille responded, taking a step out from underneath the
oncoming rush of water. "He seems real secretive about it."
"To tell you the truth, I really don't care about the
money anymore," Trish mused, which caused her two friends to
glare at her in disbelief. "I'm serious. This island is
just how I envision Heaven to be. It's so beautiful. What
makes it even better is that you two and the other girls are
here, too. I can't imagine a better place to be." Trish
paused and added, "Shouldn't we be paying Jeremy, eh?"
"What do you mean?" Lindsay countered.
"Shouldn't we be paying Jeremy to let us stay here?" the
Canadian asked. "This is like a vacation for me. But it's
a free vacation. A paid vacation! I'm not going to worry
about the money any longer. If I get the $500,000, great.
If not, that's fine too. I could use $100,000, especially
in American currency. That will go a long way where I live.
The American dollar converts to 72 cents in Canadian money."
"That's a good mindset to have," Camille decided. "You
are right, Trish. Whatever happens, happens. I think I am
just going to sit back and enjoy the island too, and not
worry about the money. There's really no need to."
"Jeremy will never tell us how we go about getting the
big pay-out," Trish added. "Why worry about it if he won't
tell us? I imagine it will go to the one he likes the most.
Right now, I think that person is Pamela."
"I think he likes Amy more," Lindsay chimed in.
"I know who likes him more than anyone," Camille nodded.
"Don't tell Pamela or Amy, but Devon is absolutely crazy over
Jeremy. She wants him in the worst way possible." _COME ON_,
Camille, I said inwardly. _Don't tell Pamela or Amy_? You
had no right to tell Trish and Lindsay how Devon felt about
me. That went as a definite black mark against Camille. I
never have tolerated talking behind someone's back like that.
"Devon?" Trish countered. "Of all the girls here, Devon
seems to be the one who has enjoyed herself the least. I
know she is your room-mate and all, Camille, but Devon
seems to be a little too uptight if you ask me."
"Devon loves it here," Camille defended her. "She is
just trying to sort through her feelings for Jeremy. To tell
you the truth, I think that Devon is a little scared of her
own feelings. She has never felt so strongly about someone
so fast, like she does for Jeremy."
"Devon needs to loosen up," Trish nodded. "I think that
she is a really sweet girl and all, but she needs to loosen
up. We're here to have fun this summer, you know."
"I don't want to see Devon get hurt," Camille frowned.
"I like her a lot, myself. She does need to settle down, I
agree. Last night, Devon was telling me things like she is
already in love with Jeremy and even wants to marry him."
Marry me?
I was not quite sure I felt the same way - in fact, I know
I did not - but it was an interesting thought nonetheless.
Devon was already entertaining thoughts of marriage with me?
"Hopefully she hasn't said anything to him like that yet,"
Trish fretted. "Telling someone things like that at the
beginning of a relationship is the easiest way to kill the
relationship. I remember one guy... after he asked me out
for the first time, he said he was crazy about me and really
wanted to get to know me better. He made it seem like he
wanted to marry me. It was kind of a turn-off even though I
liked him, because I didn't want to go out with him, maybe
lead him on and then ultimately hurt his feelings in the end.
I was younger then; I just wanted to go out and have fun. I
definitely wasn't looking to settle down."
"There's no way that I'm settling down," Lindsay offered.
"I'm only 18 years of age. I want to go out and explore,
find what the world has to offer." I noticed a serious pout
from Trish as Lindsay continued, "That's a big reason why I
decided to come to the island. Well... that, and the money.
But the island seemed like some sort of paradise."
"It has definitely lived up to all its hype," Trish mused.
"Jeremy really spoke the island up in those brochures and
booklets he sent us through the mail. It's even better than
I imagined it to be. A tropical island, beautiful women and
a very nice, gracious man for our host."
"Just think that we have ten whole weeks to be here, and
enjoy ourselves," Camille grinned. "I bet maybe one or two
of us will never want to leave."
"What's the deal with Jeremy?" Lindsay asked. "I wonder
why he has spent eight years here, all by himself? Just to
think... I was only age ten when he moved in here. I agree
with what Trish said earlier. This island may be paradise,
but there is no way I could live here all by myself."
"It does seem sort of strange," Camille observed. "But
I'm not one to judge. I'm sure that Jeremy has a reason for
opting to stay here alone for all that time."
"Maybe he's just a loner," Trish speculated. "A lot of
people are like that. But he did say he enjoys our company.
And he seems too friendly and outgoing to be a loner..."
"Jeremy is mysterious," Camille nodded. "I still don't
quite get the idea as to why he brought the six of us here.
He pays us all that money, but lets us do what we want. A
friend of mine back home in California was convinced that I
was getting myself into some sort of slave camp."
Trish giggled and mused, "I thought you were not one to
judge others, Camille. But I don't understand him myself.
I do think, though, that he is very trustworthy. If Jeremy
says that we can do whatever we want, I believe him. I do
not think we will wake up one day, all tied up or something."
"I'm interested in meeting that friend of his," Camille
added. "Christina or Kristanna... whatever her name is. I
bet she may have some answers for us."
"That's a good point," Trish nodded. "When we get the
chance, let's ask her, and see what she says. Right now,
though..." Trish offered Camille a sultry glance and
licked her lips in anticipation. "How about it?"
"Sounds good to me," Camille grinned, also licking her
lips. She continued smiling while slowly making her way
over toward Trish in the basin. An instant later, the pair
of ladies embraced one another and shared a deep-rooted kiss.
Camille turned her attention toward Lindsay, whose face
was beet-red with embarrassment as she climbed out of the
basin and took a seat in the grass. "Come over here and
join us, honey," Camille encouraged her. "It'll be fun!"
Trish kissed Camille again and advised her, "Lindsay is
still a virgin. Right now, I think she just wants to watch."
"You're a VIRGIN?" Camille gasped in disbelief, her eyes
locked upon Lindsay. The teen-ager frowned and nodded her
head in response. "I can't believe that you're a virgin!"
Camille was doing an excellent job of acting here simply
because she already knew that Lindsay was a virgin. How did
I know that? Yesterday, remember, I eavesdropped on the
conversation that Camille had with Devon and Amy at the
beach. Amy informed both of them that Lindsay was a virgin.
Camille may have hinted during that same conversation that
she already knew Lindsay was a virgin, but I was not certain.
"I just haven't found the right person to sexually give
myself to yet," Lindsay murmured, before her gaze shifted to
Trish. "I think that's about to change, though."
Trish smiled at those words as Camille implored, "Come
on over here and join us, Lindsay. There is no need to have
sex right away if you're a virgin." She slipped her arms
around Trish's shoulders, then pressed her breasts upon hers
within the pool of fresh water and ground them as one.
"We can just make out," Camille said to Lindsay. "Come
on, honey. I bet you would feel really good squished between
me and Trish, as we both kissed you at the same time. In
fact, I bet you would LOVE it. Just love it!"
"I don't know..." Lindsay fretted, her eyes cast downward
as she sat upon the ledge. After several seconds, she looked
up and offered, "This is all so new to me. I don't mean any
offense, Camille, but I don't know you all that well. The
only person I really know here thus far is Trish."
"Trish doesn't know me well, either," Camille countered.
"But look at this." She pressed her lips to Trish's mouth
and kissed her intently - her soft, velvety tongue sliding
far and deep - before turning her focus back to Lindsay.
"She sure does seem to enjoy kissing me, though." Now,
Lindsay looked extremely uncomfortable.
"Let her go, Steph," Trish advised. "It is not your place
or my place to force her. When Lindsay is ready to share
herself with us, she will make that decision herself." Trish
wiggled out of Camille's embrace and turned her attention
toward her 18-year-old room-mate. "Do you want to go back to
the mansion, sweetie?" Lindsay nodded her head in a sheepish
manner in response to Trish's question. "Okay... let's go."
Trish climbed out of the water and grasped Lindsay by the
hand, but meanwhile, Camille did not seem all too pleased.
"You two are going to leave me here?"
"You're very welcome to come back to the mansion with us,"
Trish told her. "In fact, you know what Jeremy said. He
does not want any of us to be out and about on the island by
ourselves. So I suggest you come back with us."
"We don't want you to get lost by yourself," Lindsay said.
Still, Camille looked angry.
"If you're so dying to have sex," Trish admonished her,
"then I suggest you go and see Pamela or Amy. Especially
Amy. She'll do anyone or anything. I'm not about to force
Lindsay to watch me have sex with you if it makes her feel
one bit uncomfortable. I think it will."
"Maybe I don't want to have sex with Pamela or Amy," the
mocha-skinned beauty quipped. "Did you ever think of that?
Maybe I want to have sex with Lindsay! Maybe YOU should sit
back, Trish, and watch ME as I lick Lindsay's little pussy!
The girl obviously needs a good, hard fucking!"
As Lindsay gasped in response to those words, Trish gave
Camille the evil eye and snapped, "That was uncalled for!"
For a moment, it appeared as if Trish wanted to rip into
Camille and tear her limb from limb for making such a nasty,
aggressive statement. I certainly could not blame her if
Trish chose to go that route. However, she was somehow able
to harness and control her anger, and eventually settle down.
Trish turned her focus toward Lindsay and said in a gentle
tone, "C'mon, honey. Let's go back to the mansion. We can
play some video games in the recreation room before dinner."
Trish hooked her arm around Lindsay's and added, "We can pick
up where we left off earlier with _Buffy the Vampire Slayer_.
You did save our progress in the game, right?"
"Yes," Lindsay pouted, glancing at the wicked Camille in
a disapproving manner. She then made eye contact with Trish
and mused, "Buffy rules. She was my idol while growing up.
I have seasons one through six on DVD at home."
Trish paid Camille no attention whatsoever as she turned
and whisked Lindsay away from the scenic waterfall location.
Not wanting to be left alone - and perhaps having to fend for
herself in the wild of the jungle - Camille quickly climbed
out of the basin and went running after her two counterparts.
"Wait for me! Don't leave me here by myself!" Eventually,
Camille caught up to Trish and Lindsay, then followed them.
Suddenly, I rose up from my seat at the control panel and
flipped the audio switch for that monitor off. Trish was
starting to grow on me, too. I really enjoyed how Trish was
trying to protect and shield the innocent and naive Lindsay
from some of the more aggressive women on the island - most
notably Amy and Camille. As for Camille, well... I could
not think of anything good to say about her right now. In
fact, I was starting _not_ to like her as a human being.
I was glad, however, that Lindsay was still a virgin. I
still held out a faint hope that Lindsay would let me be the
one to pop her cherry. I say _faint_ because it appeared
that Trish had the definite inside track.
On the other hand, I really could not complain about it,
though. If Trish turned out to be the one who ultimately
took Lindsay's virginity, that would be wonderful. The most
obvious thing of all here on the island - at least early on -
was that Trish was totally and madly in love with Lindsay.
Because of that, Trish deserved the honor more than anyone
else. She certainly would not view Lindsay's virginity as a
notch on her bedpost - like Camille most assuredly would.
* * *
"How's my hair? Is it okay?"
The time was 2:55pm and once again, I found myself in the
voyeur room. Devon was busy fretting about her appearance
in the guest suite that she shared with Camille, who had
returned from her waterfall bath some 30 minutes ago.
"Your hair is fine, Devon," the 26-year-old said, her
tone a bit incessant. "You look great. But I really think
that you're getting yourself too worked up over Jeremy. I
hope you're not setting yourself up for a big fall."
"Jeremy likes me," Devon grinned. "He said so himself."
After those words, Devon seemed to be glowing. (!)
Camille shook a finger and reminded her, "Baby steps.
Remember that... baby steps. Watch what you say to him."
"I will," Devon promised her, before offering a pout.
"Do you really think my hair looks okay?"
Camille took a deep, drawn-out breath and let loose with
an exasperated smile. "Go to Jeremy, Devon." She pointed
toward the door and added, "Go. Go now. Have fun."
"Thanks for all of your help," Devon smiled, before
stepping forward and kissing Camille on the lips. "I
cannot tell you how much I appreciate it."
I smiled at their exchange of tongues, but then rose up
and exited the voyeur room. After sealing its entrance, I
made sure everything was in perfect working order within my
personal suite. Once assured that it was, I stepped out
into the hallway, closed the door behind me and patiently
waited for Devon to make her arrival.
It took about four minutes, but a big, far-reaching smile
came to my face once Devon appeared in the long corridor and
began walking toward me. My body also tingled at the sight.
Simply put, Devon looked marvelous. She was wearing a
black mini-dress which featured a short-skirt and a deep,
plunging neckline, along with halter-style straps. To
complement the small, snug-fitting dress, Devon also wore
dark stockings and matching high-heels.
The mini-dress hugged Devon's considerable curves and
really displayed the outline of her full, firm breasts, as
well as her luscious hips. The dress was tight and slinky,
and fit her body like a glove. I could easily tell that she
was not wearing a bra underneath it, as her nipples were
hard and erect, protruding outward upon the thin fabric.
Devon's long-flowing blonde hair, which was styled to shiny
perfection, was a perfect contrast for the sexy black dress.
"Ahh..." I grinned once she closed the distance between
us, while taking her hand into mine and kissing it gently.
"The princess has arrived." I offered her a gracious bow
and added, "I am honored with your presence, mi'lady."
Devon giggled at the little show that I put on for her.
"I'm a princess, huh? I'm about the furthest thing from a
princess, Jeremy. But I like you calling me one anyway."
"You look beautiful," I complimented her. "Your hair
looks especially wonderful." I threw that last comment in
because of her earlier discussion with Camille. Devon sure
did seem to appreciate it. "I am so very sorry, mi'lady,
that I did not dress up for you as well."
"Again, you look perfectly fine," the enchantress cooed,
eyeing me as I was dressed in a pair of gray trousers and a
loose-fitting blue shirt. "No need to dress up for me."
"Are you ready for our date to continue?" I asked, to
which I received a nod of the head in response. "Great!
But first, I have to cover your eyes before we step into my
suite. I have a little surprise in there for you."
"A surprise?" Devon countered, sounding a bit skeptical
as I slipped behind her. "What type of... surprise?"
"You'll have to wait and see," I told her, using both of
my hands to completely cover and shield her eyes from behind.
I turned her so she was facing the entrance and said, "Open
the door, Devon. Its handle is right in front of you."
I smiled as she slowly turned the doorknob. Devon offered
no resistance whatsoever as I then guided her into the suite.
Using my leg, I kicked the door and closed it behind us.
I made her wait a couple of seconds, but then pulled my
hands away from her curious eyes and chimed, "Ta da..."
Devon seemed disoriented for a moment or two, but then
sighed as she realized that the brilliant, flickering glow
throughout the otherwise darkened suite was coming from what
was a collection of 50 candles burning in several key places.
All of the curtains and blinds had been drawn, giving the
room an extra, added ambiance.
Candles of all types were placed in jars and on small
plates in several locations. Five were burning away upon
the dresser in front of the huge mirror, while a whole
cavalcade of them were on the floor, surrounding the front
and sides of the bed. Three adorned the very top of the
bookcase, while two more were perched upon the nightstand.
Obviously, what I had strived for was a very romantic
mood. The atmosphere in the suite was warm and mellow, as
well as soft and loving. I did all of this for Devon, who
looked around the suite with a shocked expression upon her
face. Obviously, she was not expecting something like this.
"I hope you like it," I told her in a gentle tone, as I
appraised her voluptuous body from head to toe. I grabbed
the nearby remote control for the suite's sound system and
pressed a button upon it, then a romantic jazz tune began
playing in the background. "It's all for you."
"You went to too much trouble!" Devon gasped, her eyes
still wide and bulging. "This was too much trouble. Look
at this place! You shouldn't have done this, Jeremy..."
"Yes I should have," I corrected her, placing both hands
upon her shoulders. "Nothing is too much trouble for you."
Devon's blue eyes seemed to well up with tears as she
conceded, "It looks beautiful, Jeremy. Even smells that way.
This is SO romantic. I can't believe it. You... you really
did all of this for me?"
I smiled at her and responded, "I don't see anyone else
here. No one else is invited. The rest of the afternoon,
and hopefully the night, belongs to you and me, Devon." I
grinned once more and reached behind me, then produced six
red roses and presented them to her. "Do you like flowers,
dear? I just picked these for you a short time ago."
"Oh God..." she countered, a single tear streaming from
her left eye. "I love flowers! Especially roses!" Devon
took the half-dozen from me and asked, "Is there something
for me to put them in?"
"Of course," I said, pointing toward the small kitchen
that was part of my suite. "There is an empty vase next to
the sink. Just be careful where you step."
"I can't believe you went to all of this trouble for me,"
Devon reiterated, as she maneuvered her way amongst the
collection of burning candles that were scattered about upon
the floor. "Look at this place... these roses. That music!
I just love jazz... it is so romantic."
"There is no such thing as too much trouble whenever a
princess is involved," I told her, which elicited another
groan and sigh. "I mean it, sweetheart. You're a princess."
The moment did seem absolutely perfect, except for one
minor detail - my choice of clothing. Perhaps I really
should have went for a dress shirt and tie, along with
slacks. After all, Devon had dressed up for me. But I
always felt out-of-place if I tried to look too formal.
My one saving grace in the matter was that Devon had
said I did not need to dress up for her - I looked just
fine the way I was. Fortunately, I had not disappointed
her at all. Still, perhaps it would have been the best
thing to do if I dressed for the occasion, too.
Once she returned to me from the kitchen, I smiled and
tilted my head as I looked at Devon. It was time for me to
put my plan into motion. "Can I be honest with you?"
"Sure," the blonde nodded.
I smiled once again before offering, "Remember what you
said to me last night? You asked if I ever had the feeling
that someone was so amazingly right for me?"
"Yeah..." Devon answered, sounding a bit hesitant. I
figured that Camille's advice about taking things slow
with me was currently weighing heavily upon Devon's mind.
"I've thought a lot about that today, dear." I paused,
then offered yet another smile. "A whole lot. Know what?
I have had that feeling. In fact, I have it right now. I
know who is so amazingly right for me." Devon's blue eyes
grew large as I added, "I'm looking at her... RIGHT NOW."
The 27-year-old appeared speechless as I then extended
both of my hands and spoke in a gentle tone, "I would be
honored if I could have this dance... mi'lady."
"What about Pamela and Amy?" she managed to get out, and
ask. "Everyone here thinks that they are your favorites.
M-Maybe L-L-Lindsay, too. But... but everyone likes her."
I took Devon into my arms and locked hands with her in a
slow-dance position. "Right now, you are the only woman in
my universe. I'm not thinking about anyone but you right
now. This... it's our time to be together."
Devon gently sighed as she placed the side of her face
upon my chest and shoulder. It was at this very moment when
my eyes began to drift. I realized that I could look right
down the top of her low-cut dress. In fact, I could clearly
see the pink of one of her lush, pretty nipples.
Our feet began moving in unison with the jazz tune that
was playing on the sound system. We glided about upon the
carpeted floor, in a section that was free of all candles.
I made sure that my eyes stayed clear of peeking down her
mini-dress again. I did not want her to feel uncomfortable,
or have any negative thoughts about me whatsoever.
With my left arm wrapped around her upper back and my
right hand upon the side of her waist, I twirled Devon about
the makeshift dance floor and smiled warmly at her. She
looked up at me in response and offered a gracious smile of
her own. It seemed as if her pretty eyes were glowing with
a truly radiant light. Had anyone ever went to such great
lengths for Devon before? I got the sense that no one had.
"You're an excellent dancer," I told her, my voice soft
and low. "Me, I have two left feet - unfortunately."
"You're an excellent dancer, too," she grinned. "You
don't seem to give yourself a lot of credit, Jeremy. In
fact, you don't seem to give yourself any credit."
"Maybe what I need is a woman in my life who will give me
that credit," I breathed, while smiling down at her. "You
know... a beautiful, truly special young lady would be real
nice. Hmmmmm... you know what? It would be perfect if that
lady was say... 27 years of age. Maybe she could be from
Pennsylvania too? Ahh yes... Pennsylvania is a good state.
I also have a preference for blondes who are incredibly nice
and sweet, with tender, loving hearts."
Devon grinned and countered, "I know someone who fits
those qualities to a tee. In fact, I know her real well.
27, from Pennsylvania, blonde... nice, sweet, lotta heart.
Her name starts with a D." Devon seemed to struggle for a
moment before she admitted, "I hear this girl... she has a
really big crush on you, too. A really big crush."
"Perhaps you could introduce us sometime?" I smiled in
return. "Your... friend... sounds like someone I would be
very interested in. She sounds like a princess."
Devon gently moaned at my words as we continued our
tender slow-dance upon the carpeted floor. Judging by the
expression upon her face, Devon wanted to open up and pour
her entire heart out to me right now. She was fighting it,
though. I am certain that Camille's advice had something
to do with that. Thus, it was time for me to up the ante.
I wrapped both arms around Devon's slender back and held
her closely as our bodies continued swaying to the music. I
then gazed directly into her eyes and said, "Is it okay if I
kiss you right now?" I paused for a quick moment and allowed
myself to gauge her reaction, which was totally positive. "I
must warn you, though, little Miss Pennsylvania girl... if I
kiss you like I did last night, I won't let you go."
"I don't want you to let me go," she breathed in response.
"I want to be in your arms from now until the end of time."
Devon and I exchanged knowing smiles before she wrapped
her arms around me in a warm, loving embrace as well. When I
soon sought her lips with my own, I was fully expecting that
the two of us would share a series of soft, gentle kisses.
When our tongues met, however, Devon seemed to snap.
Her calm, peaceful demeanor suddenly went out the window
and was replaced with wild, wanton arousal. Devon kissed me
hard, passionately. She literally jammed her tongue right
down my throat, swirling it about in mad circles. In the
process, Devon nearly took my breath away as well.
But I managed to collect myself, and then returned the
favor by kissing her with extreme hunger, too. I luxuriated
in the taste of her sweet mouth, and the feel of her velvety
tongue as it now erotically jabbed at mine. My right hand
then drifted downward, and offered Devon's ass a good, hard
squeeze through her mini-dress as her body sagged against me.
Once the young woman began continually rubbing her pelvis
upon my stomach, an unmistakable rush of sudden, hot passion
coursed throughout me. I growled against our mutual kiss,
then clutched Devon's sweet, rounded ass with my other hand.
Now using both hands, I pawed and groped away at it like
there was no tomorrow. This woman was so gorgeous!
My cock became full and bulging once Devon slipped her
right hand inside my trousers, and began busily frigging away
upon it. I was so short of breath from our intensive kiss
that I soon had to break it off. Devon drew her head back
and smiled at me, her hand still pumping my shaft.
"Sex must bring out the aggression in you."
Devon giggled, but did not verbally acknowledge my words.
Instead, she used her other hand to yank my trousers, as
well as my briefs underneath, downward. Her pretty blue
eyes seemed to glow with desire in the warm candlelight once
she caught a good glimpse of my cock. It was erect, and at
least for right now, had her name on it.
Needing to even the playing field, so to speak, I reached
out with both hands and slid the shoulder straps of her tiny
mini-dress downward. All the while, Devon continued to offer
me that radiant, charming smile of hers. I then held onto
the straps and gently pulled the top of her dress downward,
exposing her mouth-watering breasts for my eyes to leer at.
A playful squeal came from Devon as she released my shaft
long enough to wiggle the rest of her body out of the dress.
An instant later - as she was now dressed in nothing but a
black G-string, matching stockings and a pair of high-heels -
her hand was busy pumping my cock again. I used both hands
to openly cup and squeeze her large breasts, luxuriating in
their erotic firmness. They felt magnificent!
"Like what you see?" she snickered, as I gawked at her.
"Oh yes," was my eventual reply. I got the sense as I
openly stared at those bountiful breasts that they were
begging me for some attention. Of course, I felt the need
to quickly comply with their pleas.
I moved my right hand to the underside of one of her full
breasts, then lifted it. I gently squeezed and caressed the
breast, causing Devon to moan in response. I smiled, then my
mouth seemed to gravitate toward one of her pert nipples.
I closed my lips around the sensitive bud and began to
nibble upon it tenderly. As a result, Devon sighed and
placed her hands on either side of my head. She was really
enjoying this attention. That was good.
"Oh yeah," the vixen cooed, arching her neck in response.
"Oh yeah... that feels so good. Lick it! Kiss it!"
The nipple stood at erect attention as I prodded the tip
of my tongue against it, over and over again. Next, I
extended my tongue and swiped at her heaving breasts and
inbetween her succulent, ample cleavage. My face was soon
buried in that cleavage, and I was tasting it with my lips
and tongue. My hands cupped both of her breasts as I
continued paying homage to her cleavage with my mouth.
I descended even lower, now splaying kisses along her
midriff and flat stomach. I tongued her belly button; Devon
giggled in response. Then I detracted my mouth from her
body, and went up to her own mouth for yet another kiss.
A squeal came from the exotic blonde as she reached for
my shirt and tugged away at it. I quickly slid it over my
head, then she reached out and caressed my bare chest. I
moved closer to her and then hugged her body against mine,
as we us continued to stand in the middle of the suite. I
felt Devon's hands tug my shorts all the way downward (and
off) as I slid my hands along that sculptured, perfect ass.
"Bed," I offered in a slight whisper, while smiling. I
nodded my head at Devon, then grasped her hand with mine and
guided her through the collection of burning candles and
finally over to the large bed. We embraced once again, then
curled and toppled over onto the mattress. I landed on top
of Devon, naturally, and immediately kissed her on the mouth.
Soon, I was splaying tender kisses all across her neck and
shoulder area, which caused Devon's head to roll and twitch
about in response. She was definitely enjoying herself. But
I was enjoying myself just a bit more.
Eventually, my mouth drifted lower. Over and through her
deepened cleavage, to her midriff and then her abdomen. I
licked her belly button once more, then Devon's whole body
tensed in obvious arousal as I quickly positioned myself (or
more specifically, my head) between her widespread thighs.
After disposing of her black G-string, I placed two fingers
upon her slit and parted its luscious folds, then slipped my
tongue inside for what promised to be a delicious taste.
Devon was already wet. She moaned and writhed in pleasure
beneath me as I started to lap away at her tender pussy. I
moved a finger to her clitoris and began to massage it, then
a hand darted over to her bare hip and rubbed there as well.
When I slid a finger into her folds, Devon's body arched
high beneath me - particularly her neck and back. She let
loose a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure, which warmed my
senses. I enjoyed the sight of her bountiful breasts heaving
up-and-down from my vantage point between her velvety thighs.
Devon's breathing had also become quite tense and ragged.
I began thrusting my finger in-and-out of her slick pussy
while now licking away at her clitoris with my tongue. My
sole intention now was to help bring Devon an orgasm. I was
well on my way to doing so, too. Devon cried out in passion
as I flicked my tongue over and across her clitoris in quick,
rapid strokes. Her lovely body was squirming and writhing
about beneath me in a truly heated state of arousal.
Soon, I was giving her exquisite pussy a series of long,
slow licks with my tongue. Devon let out an earth-shattering
scream in response, then her thighs tightened around my head.
She yelped something completely incoherent, and then the
juices began to flow. My tongue went like wildfire; I wanted
to lap up all of her delicious nectar and swallow it whole.
The young woman's body had reached the pinnacle of orgasm,
and now she was sliding downward from it. I loved hearing
her soft squeals and coos as I continually licked and kissed
her inner thighs. Devon was something special!
"Oh my..." she sighed, once my head finally rose from
between her still-spread thighs. "Jeremy... oh God..."
I smiled, then slid up her body and planted my mouth upon
hers for yet another kiss. We swapped tongues as the blonde
hugged me with both arms, clutching my shoulders tightly. I
then used my best medieval tone and wryly asked, "Is mi'lady
satisfied with the efforts of her humble servant?"
"God, yes!" Devon exclaimed, kissing me yet again. She
then pulled away and offered me a playful smile. "You need
to stop doing that, Jeremy. I'm not a mi'lady or a princess.
I'm Devon. Sweet and sassy Devon, yes, but not royalty."
Still nestled on top of Devon, I glanced down at her and
admired her lovely face as it was awash in the flickering
candlelight. The shadows of our bodies were splayed out
across the wall directly behind the bed as we embraced and
cuddled together. The stereo system was still pumping out
a rather soft, romantic jazz tune, as well. Everything, as
you may imagine, was absolutely perfect.
"You're everything I have ever wanted in a man," Devon
finally admitted, as she hugged me fiercely. I knew that
Camille would not approve of Devon saying that to me, but
there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. Finally, Devon
had begun to open herself up to me. I felt delighted...
"You are everything I have ever wanted in a woman."
The enchantress' eyes seemed to be a bit watery as I
gazed down and smiled warmly at her. I proceeded to press
my lips to one of her eyes in the most tender of fashions,
and kiss away those traces of tears. I then did the same
for her other eye, as well. My next move was to splay a
series of gentle, loving kisses across her forehead, her
cheeks and chin, and even the very tip of her nose.
Once I reached her mouth, Devon extended her tongue and
met mine in an erotic exchange. Slowly but surely, I then
eased my tongue between her lips and into her warm, lush
mouth. My tongue then began a deep but slow exploration,
sampling the inner walls and recesses of her lovely mouth.
We kissed for quite some time, but when it ended, Devon
wiggled out from underneath me and sat up upon the bed. She
gently rolled me over onto my back, then straddled my hips
and immediately lowered her pussy to my throbbing erection.
Both of us moaned with intense desire as my cock forged a
path through Devon's wondrous folds. She latched onto my
hands with her own, and then the two of us began to rock
together. She gently bounced up-and-down upon my shaft, with
each downward thrust offering both of us maximum penetration.
Soon, the action between us became more furious. Devon
was now thrashing about upon my erection, our eyes locked
together. Both of us were heating up. I felt her hands
close around mine, clasping them with extreme force. I
watched Devon above me, her eyes now closed and breasts
bouncing about wildly, a look of pure lust upon her face.
Devon bent at the waist, my shaft still inside her, all
the way over until her breasts were touching my chest. She
then released my hands, which went directly to her ass and
began massaging it while her bouncing action continued.
Meanwhile, Devon wrapped her arms around my neck and gave my
mouth a feverish, intense kiss.
I soon broke it, however, and growled out like a madman
as my cock simply exploded within the confines of her tight,
luscious pussy. Devon found my mouth and kissed me one more
time as I pumped my thick seed into her sweet pussy, my arms
now encircling her shoulders and holding her very tightly.
I rolled Devon over and pinned her to the bed beneath me.
Once my cock was tapped out in terms of sperm, I collapsed
on top of Devon, my body feeling very weak and exhausted.
But at the same time, I was extremely satisfied.
Devon let out a content sigh and giggled as she held me
close once again in the aftermath of our incredible coupling.
"I could definitely get used to that," Devon mused. Her
eyes glanced throughout the candlelit suite as she added,
"No one has ever done this for me before. I still cannot
believe that you went to all this trouble, Jeremy."
"I still cannot believe that you think it was any trouble
at all," I countered, tenderly kissing her neck. "It was no
trouble at all, mi'lady. None whatsoever."
"Mi'lady," she snickered. "You're going to spoil me if
you keep it up. Spoil me rotten, I tell you!"
I liked this side of Devon. She was happy and carefree,
and very relaxed. It was the first time I had saw this side
of her since her arrival on the island 48 hours ago. Devon
no longer had to worry about dealing with her emotions and
feelings for me, and wondering whether or not I liked her in
return. Now, she could settle down and simply be herself.
Still laying beneath me upon the bed, Devon wrapped her
slender arms around my neck and smiled. "Tell me something
about yourself, Jeremy. I want to know more about you."
"Ask me a specific question, and I will answer it."
Devon thought things over for a brief moment, then nodded
her head. "What can you tell me about your family? I think
that is a good starting point to get to know anyone."
"My father is age 65 and lives in Los Angeles with his
girlfriend," I began. "He is in really good shape and
wants to keep working until he is 70, at least - if his
employers let him. My father is the inventory manager for
an automobile parts depot. He and my mother, who lives in
Ohio, have been separated for six years. They got married
in 1959. My mom was with him for so long that she does not
want anyone new in her life. She is 63 and unlike my
father, has a lot of physical problems."
"Like what?"
"Nothing life-threatening, thank God," I answered. "Just
the wear and tear of 63 years. And the fact that she never
had a job, never got any exercise. Her body is slipping."
"Pamela was saying that you have brothers and sisters..."
"Two brothers and one sister," I corrected her. "Dan, my
oldest brother, is married and lives in Ohio with his wife
and their adopted daughter, Hope. Dan had cancer back in
1995, and it zapped his body of any chance to have children.
So they turned to adoption and got Hope 18 months ago."
"I have a friend back home in Pennsylvania who adopted a
little boy," Devon offered. "He is so cute!"
"Hope, their daughter, came from a really bad situation
before my brother and his wife took her in."
"How so?"
"Her biological mother, who lived in Cleveland, I guess,
wanted nothing to do with her. When she was an infant, her
mother would go out and do her thing - whatever it was - and
leave Hope unattended on the sofa all day long."
Suddenly, Devon was about to cry. "_THAT'S AWFUL_!"
"I know it is," I frowned. "The state finally stepped in
and took Hope away, and put her with foster parents before
Dan and Susan, my brother and his wife, took her in. She was
a little younger than age two at the time. Hope was way
behind kids her same age. She could barely walk, did not
know any words at all, was very underdeveloped. But my
brother and his wife took wonderful care of her. I visited
Ohio two Decembers ago when they first got custody of her.
Eight months later, I went back for the adoption hearing in
court. It was like night and day. Hope was running and
bouncing about, all happy and giggling, communicating. They
have been wonderful with her. Hope still had a problem with
keeping her balance - she kind of waddled about like a duck -
but Dan tells me that she finally cured of that now."
"It's great that Hope has a good home now," Devon mused.
"What about your other brother, and your sister?"
Realizing that Devon felt absolutely perfect all nice and
snug within my embrace here in the flickering candlelight, I
pecked the tip of her nose with a kiss and explained, "Dan
is age 40. My sister, Di, is age 43, and my other brother,
Steve, is 39. Di still lives in Ohio, just like Dan. She
is married and has three children - Tommy, who turns 15 a
week-and-a-half from now, Chelsea, age 13, and Jeff, who is
9. Steve, on the other hand... he lives in Kentucky with
his wife, and their two young daughters. The oldest is
named Camille, who is 5. Their other daughter, Autumn, is
still a baby. Steve has been in a lot of trouble with the
law ever since he was a teen-ager. He got involved with a
bad crowd when he was in high school, and never recovered."
"Has he been to jail?"
I frowned. "Yes, several times. I know Steve got into a
fight with some guy over some girl many years ago, and beat
him up bad. He went to jail for that. I also know when he
was younger, Steve and a bunch of his friends stole a car
and took it down to the river, then blew it up. They thought
that was funny, and it landed him in jail too. He has really
been in trouble a countless number of times. I was a little
kid - age 5 - when he first got into trouble, and my parents
tried to shield me from that. So I don't know everything."
"Why did he blow up a car?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "As I said, I guess Steve and
his friends thought it was funny. A policeman was driving
by at the time, though, and saw it happen. All of them were
arrested on the spot. That was many, many years ago."
"Steve sounds like the complete opposite of you, Jeremy,"
Devon mused. "I could never imagine you doing anything bad."
She paused and added, "Your whole family, except for your
father, lives in the general Cincinnati area. Why aren't
you there with them? You're 5.000 miles away from them."
The thought of Victoria - my ex-fiancee - went dashing
throughout my mind as I pouted again. "I have my reasons."
Knowing that I wanted to keep our conversation positive, I
decided to change the subject rather abruptly by saying,
"What about you, Devon? Tell me about your family."
This time, it was Devon's turn to frown. "There isn't
much to tell, really. I moved out of the house at an early
age because it seemed as if my mom and dad did not want me
in their lives anymore. Over the years, it got to the point
where I would only see them during birthdays and holidays.
Last year, though, I skipped Thanksgiving and Christmas. I
didn't want to be with them because I never felt welcome."
"Why is that?" I asked, curious.
Devon sighed and answered, "I have my reasons, too."
Fair enough, I said to myself. I did not want to talk
about my ex-fiancee, Victoria, with Devon just yet. She did
not want to offer details about an apparent rift with her
parents. Perhaps in due time, Devon and I would get to know
and trust each other enough to where we felt comfortable
sharing personal, private details about ourselves together.
"I spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with my grandparents
last year," Devon told me. "They have always been supportive
of me. Very loving, too. I have wonderful grandparents."
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" I inquired.
"I was the second of four children," Devon responded. "My
sister, Denise, is the oldest. She is really, really smart.
Denise got a scholarship after graduating from high school to
go to _Penn State University_." Devon sighed and added, "She
was always my parents' favorite. Nowadays, Denise is married
and has a couple of children. I am SOOOOO jealous of her."
I narrowed my eyes. "Why are you jealous of Denise?"
"Because I have always wanted to be married - to be a
wife, a mother," Devon breathed. "To be... happy."
"Why aren't you married, then? Why don't you have any
children? Surely a woman as beautiful and as nice as you
most obviously are can have her pick of any man."
Devon smiled at my kind words and embraced me just a bit
tighter here in bed. "Thank you, Jeremy. I... got involved
with this really bad guy named Barrett. I was with him for
seven years. He treated me badly, cheated on me with other
women. I... I cared about him, I guess, and I wanted it to
work. But it got to the point between us where I knew it
would never work. So, I dumped him. I actually came home
from work early one day, and found Barrett in OUR bed with
Tabitha, who I thought was my best friend. That was it. I
dumped him on the spot and cut Tabitha out of my life, too."
"How could ANYONE cheat on you?"
Devon shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. But I have
not been out with anyone since I broke up with Barrett. It
has been a couple of months." Devon giggled and twirled her
head about. "Since coming here to your island, I have had
sex with Camille a couple of times. I was also with Amy,
but that was during a three-some with Camille involved,
too. That was so wild! Now, I've been with you, too. That
is three people in three days here." Devon hesitated before
admitting, "Before the island, I had sex with two people -
Barrett, and an old boyfriend from high school named Tim.
Two people in 11 years, compared to three in three days."
"Are you complaining?"
"Oh no!" Devon gushed. "Not at all! In fact, I love it
here. This is like a fantasy world for me. I have been
curious about other women since I was a schoolgirl, but was
never with one in a sexual sense because I was way too
afraid to approach any and ask them out. Here, on the
island, all of the women are just like me. I don't have to
be worried about being embarrassed or humiliated, rejected,
like I would back home if I asked a woman out. This island
is wonderful. I love it!" Devon planted a soft kiss upon
my cheek and cooed, "Plus, our host is a real sweetheart."
Once again, I felt myself blushing beet-red because of
something that Devon had said to me. She was obviously not
afraid to speak her mind, despite Camille's warnings from
earlier not to do so. I wanted her to open up even more.
"You told me about Denise," I grinned. "You said you are
the second of four children. Tell me about the others."
"My two brothers - Mark and David," Devon answered. "I
really do not see either of them that much because they still
live at home with mom and dad. They are younger than me. In
fact, I have not seen my parents or my two brothers since my
birthday, which was March 28th. Today is what... June 9th?
I met all of them, as well as my sister and her husband and
kids, at a restaurant in a small town in Pennsylvania called
Shillington. My grandparents were there too, obviously. I
got the sense, even though it was my birthday, that my mom
and dad did not want to be there. I think that Denise kind
of strong-armed them into going to the restaurant since it
was my 27th birthday. I haven't seen them since. I... I
haven't even TALKED to my parents since that day. The sad
thing is, they only live three miles from where I do."
"What is the problem between you and your parents?"
Devon frowned and took a deep breath. "I rather not talk
about it. Not yet, anyway. It is too personal."
Not wanting to push or prod her any further, I nodded my
head and decided to drop the subject. "Very well, then."
Devon again tightened her embrace around me and seemed to
bury the side of her face upon my shoulder. "I like this,
Jeremy. I really do. Barrett would never hold me in his
arms and talk to me like you are right now. Holding me,
talking to me... you're making me feel so special." Devon
caressed the back of my neck with her long fingernails and
purred, "I could REALLY get used to this. Everything that I
know about you so far, Jeremy, I like. Everything."
"The feeling is mutual," I offered, running my fingers
throughout her exquisite, long-flowing blonde hair. "I like
everything I know about you too, Devon. But I want to know
more. I want to know everything. In due time... hopefully."
"I am very open and honest - brutally honest - when I
feel as if I can trust someone," Devon countered. "If we
progress in our relationship and continue to move forward,
you will know EVERYTHING about me. That is one of my faults
in life. I'm too honest, too open about myself with others.
But I can't help it. I've always been that way. I... I
just want to hold back about my parents and the problems I
have with them for now. It is my big secret in life."
"It's not a fault at all," I mused. "I can be the same
way, Devon. What you need is someone who will be equally
open and honest with you. That person could be me."
Devon smiled at me. "I would like that very much."
"Whenever you are comfortable talking about your family
issues, Devon - if that day comes - I will gladly listen to
you," I informed her. "I will not judge or look down on you
in any fashion whatsoever. If there was a way for me to help
you and make things better, I would. Trust me on that."
"I will remember that," Devon promised me.
"Let me do something special for you," I said, gently
pulling her head away from my shoulder and gazing into her
eyes. "Let me give you a bubble-bath... a massage. My
friend I told you and the others about - Kristanna - she
claims I give the world's best bubble-bath and massage."
"That sounds awfully tempting," Devon cooed. "But first,
I would like to dance some more. It was so romantic to
dance with you in this candlelight earlier. That was the
first time I danced with ANYONE since my high school prom
some nine years ago. It has been that long. I missed the
feeling, the romance, of dancing with someone."
"I'll dance with you as long as you want me to, Devon," I
assured her. "Then, if you want that bubble-bath and massage
afterward, I will gladly give them to you, too. Aside from
having dinner later with the others - just as I said awhile
ago - the rest of this day and the night belongs to you and
me, Devon. I don't plan on letting you out of my sight, if
that is okay with you. I want this to be the best day of
your whole, entire life. I want you to be happy, princess."
Devon pressed her lips to my mouth and offered me a deep
kiss. "I'll be happy as long as you're with me, Jeremy."
* * *
Although one part of me wanted to anoint Devon as my new,
unquestioned favorite lady, another part still felt loyal to
Pamela. It was at this moment in time when I decided that,
despite this remarkable afternoon with Devon thus far, I was
going to take a step back and evaluate _all_ of the women
here before coming to a rock-solid decision about which of
them I liked the most. I told myself to take a week, if not
more, to reach that decision. Otherwise, I would probably
flip-flop between each lady with every sexual encounter.
Plus, I still had yet to become intimate with the likes
of Trish, Lindsay and Camille. Maybe one of them was more
compatible with me than Devon, Pamela or Amy could ever dream
of being? I would only find out if I gave them a chance...
<<<- End of Chapter 4 ->>>
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