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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Revisited"  Part 11  M/F, F/F
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Revisited" (Part 11 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   As we sat side-by-side upon a huge boulder in the forest,
Torrie and I had been thoroughly immersed in a deep-rooted
and rather enlightening discussion over the past half-hour.
We were past the point of talking about Trish, and Torrie's
feelings about her.  I had somehow convinced the gorgeous
blonde to take back those nasty things she had said about
Trish, and later apologize to Lindsay for her outburst.

   "I'm not the happiest person in the world, you know,"
Torrie said to me with a frown, while shaking her head.  "I
have this great body, you know, and both guys and girls from
all walks of life continually lust after me.  It's not very
hard for me to find a date."  She paused and added, "But
what is hard for me is finding someone who cares about me."
   I too, frowned at those words.  Earlier in my life, I had
went through a very similar problem - especially after my
ex-fiancee, Victoria, dumped me.  Of course, I went into
great detail about that stage of my life in chapter eight.
So, I won't re-hash it here, again.
   "All my life, I've been the dumb blonde," Torrie went on.
"People look at me and think I'm not smart enough, I'm not
bright enough.  I'm not good enough to settle down with, in
a true relationship.  My sole reason for living is to have
sex.  People have treated me that way my entire life."

   Those words really hit home for me.  There have been many
times, especially during the summer, when I looked at Torrie
and thought of her as being a little ditzy.  Not dumb, but
ditzy - like she had no organization, or direction, in life.
I didn't like to look at anyone in such a light... but with
Torrie, it was very easy to do.  She brought it upon herself.

   I wasn't about to lie or sugar-coat anything for Torrie.
She was pouring her heart out, and at least deserved honest
replies and answers from me.  "Why don't you let others see
you for who you really are, then?" I said to her.  "Lindsay
had no idea that your feelings for her were so strong until
you told her a few hours ago.  You kept all those feelings
for her bottled up inside, for six months.  What you should
have done was tell Lindsay how you felt a long time ago."
   "How could I?" Torrie countered.  "Trish was all over
Lindsay from the moment they first met each other, at the
airport in Los Angeles, just before we came to the island
the first time.  They were together all summer long, until
the very end.  I could barely get a word in with Lindsay."
   "Now, a few months later, was I supposed to profess my
love for Lindsay the first day I returned to the island?  I
would have liked to, but I didn't want to come across as too
strong or too pushy.  I wanted to give Lindsay a chance to
develop her feelings for me - if there were any.  All was
going great, too, until I heard Trish was coming back.  It
was as if Lindsay completely forgot about me, because her
whole mind and universe was once again centered upon Trish.
I don't think that was right, or fair."
   "You and Lindsay spent a lot of time together during the
summer," I said to her.  "Don't tell me that you couldn't
get a word in with her.  That's a lie, Torrie."
   "An exaggeration," she corrected me.  "But still, not
much of one.  If Trish wasn't with us when Lindsay and I
were together, it seemed as though the specter of her was
very close-by... watching our every move.  I always felt
very grounded whenever I was with Lindsay.  Do the wrong
thing, or say the wrong thing - and Trish would strike down
upon me... with vengeance.  It's not good to feel that way."
   Those were some pretty unique thoughts on Torrie's part,
but I understood them perfectly.
   "Lindsay and Trish were lovers," I said to her, "but in
the context of this island.  This island is very unique
because I have promoted such a sharing lifestyle.  If you
came across Lindsay and Trish in your normal life, Torrie,
you would have probably never even had a chance to get close
to Lindsay.  You wouldn't have even TOUCHED her.  Trish may
be a possessive type, but she was into the idea of sharing
on the island - as all of you girls are."  I paused and
added, "You cannot blame Trish for watching over Lindsay.
They were so much in love together, and still are."
   "I know," Torrie said with a frown.  "But I love Lindsay
TOO.  I just wish she felt the same about way me."
   I reached out and grasped Torrie's hand with my own.  I
felt extremely sorry for her.  But at the same time, she
had to understand the simple fact that Lindsay's feelings
were much stronger for Trish than they were for her.
   "I know what you are going through, dear," were my words
for Torrie.  "I went through the same thing several years
ago with Victoria, a former fiancee of mine.  She left me
for someone else, and it took me a long time to get over the
extreme pain and anguish.  I always wondered why she loved
the person she left me for, more than she did me."
   "Yeah, I heard a bit about that," Torrie said.  "But for
me, it's just not about Lindsay and Trish.  I go back to
what I said earlier - I'm not a very happy person.  I really
never have been.  It's even worse now, because I am a damn
pornstar.  I don't WANT to be a pornstar."
   "Then why are you?" I asked her.
   "Because Amy talked me into it," she replied in a squealy
voice.  "Well... I let her talk me into it.  It didn't take
me a long time to realize, after we started doing movies,
that Amy didn't care about me.  All she wanted from me was
two things.  Number one, sex.  Number two, someone to help
her break into the porn industry with.  Other than that, Amy
had no real use for me.  I DID care about her, for awhile."
   I nodded my head at her.  "So when you say that you and
Amy are girlfriend and girlfriend, it's really not the case?
Your relationship with her is not as strong as you told me
it was - last month, over the telephone?"
   Torrie shook her head while trying to hold back her tears
before saying, "I just wanted you to think that I was doing
good in life, for a change.  I told you that I was unsure
about porn, but that Amy and I were happy together.  It was
rare when I saw Amy.  She made a lot more movies than I did,
she went to various strip clubs and performed, made personal
appearances everywhere.  I never got into any of those extra
things.  When I did see Amy, all she wanted to do was fuck.
I was nothing more than an object to her - and that hurt."
   "Amy is a different breed," I said to Torrie.  "She is
very different than most people.  Still, though... I don't
understand why it is that I seem to be the only one who has
nice things to say about her - as a person.  Trish hated her
for what she tried to do to Lindsay during the summer.
Lindsay eventually saw through Amy as well.  Now, you speak
of her in a very negative way.  Why am I the only one who
has anything good to say about Amy?"
   "Oh, that's easy," Torrie commented.  "You're the only
person - maybe in the whole world - that Amy actually does
care about."  My eyes went wide at those words.  "Ever since
we left here a few months ago, Amy talked about you every
single day, Jeremy.  She missed you so much."  Torrie paused
before adding, "That's why you can look at her, and like her
as a person... because she treats YOU like a person.  Maybe
not all the time, but much more than anyone else she knows."

   Torrie was right.  She had that figured out, while I had
long wondered why others looked at Amy differently than me.
What Torrie just said to me made absolute, perfect sense.
Why couldn't I have figured that out myself?

   Torrie obviously wasn't as dumb as she thought she was...

   "Getting into porn was a mistake," the blonde continued.
"It just made my family and friends in California look at me
in an even lower light than before.  I lost most of my
friends, to tell you the truth.  They wanted nothing to do
with me once I started making X-rated movies with Amy."
   "You have friends here on the island," I said, clutching
her hand a bit tighter.  "Lindsay told me that you told her
without the chance of getting close to her, you should have
just stayed in California."  I paused and continued, "Is
that what you really want, Torrie?  If you lost your friends
because of porn, and your family is down on you, why would
you rather be back in California... instead of here?"
   Torrie's eyes narrowed as she appeared lost in thought.
   "I care about you, sweetheart," were my follow-up words.
"Pamela cares about you.  And though you may not think it,
Lindsay cares about you, too."  I paused before adding, "Let
me say, Torrie, that Trish also cares about you.  You and
her had a good time together during the summer... despite
your jealousy for her.  And in due time, I'm sure that
Devon, Cassidy and Stephanie will care about you, as well."
   Torrie still appeared lost in thought...
   "This is my island, dear," I said to her, "and you're
always welcome on it.  You want people to care about you?
We care about you.  Myself, Pamela, Lindsay, Trish.  We all
care about you."  I wanted to add Amy to that mix, but I
didn't think Torrie would like to hear her name.
   "Why do YOU care about me?" the 26-year-old asked.  "You
brought all of us girls here so we could have sex with you,
and each other.  How are you different, Jeremy, than all of
the other guys I have known throughout my entire life?"

   That was a good question - and one I wasn't prepared for.

   After a few seconds, I finally managed to get out, "I
brought you and the others here to promote togetherness.
And while I enjoy the sex, it's not the most important thing
on my mind.  I want to see you girls happy.  I don't want to
see you all depressed and sad, or angry at each other.  Why?
Because I care about you.  I care about ALL of you."  I
paused and added, "You're all like a flock of angels to me."
   "I'm not sure that answered my question," Torrie returned
in a soft voice.  "But maybe my question was a bit harsh to
begin with.  I know you care about all of us, Jeremy."  She
hesitated before saying, "I care about you, too."
   I smiled at her.  "Thank you, dear."  I offered her a
warm embrace, which eventually broke off before we exchanged
knowing smiles.  Then, a negative thought hit me.  "You're
not mad at Amy now... are you?"
   Torrie shook her head and replied, "No, I'm not mad at
her.  Amy is just Amy.  She is who she is.  Besides..."  Her
voice trailed off for a moment before she added, "Amy gives
GREAT tongue.  That is one part of her I'm addicted to."
   My eyebrows went skyward at those words, before I settled
down and offered Torrie another smile.  "Oh.  I see."
   Torrie giggled at my reaction.  "I am through with porn,
though.  I've made up my mind on that.  It was a mistake in
the first place, though I'm glad to say it didn't destroy
me.  Of course, I wasn't in it for all that long..."
   "Will you talk to me some more, dear?" I said to her.
"Not necessarily right now, but throughout the winter?  I
want to get to know you a lot more.  I made a horrible
mistake in the summer-time.  I was so pre-occupied with Amy,
Pamela, Lindsay and Trish, that I never really got to know
you or Lisa all that well.  I'd like to correct that this
winter.  I don't want to shut you or any of the other new
girls - Stephanie, Devon and Cassidy - out."
   "Of course I'll talk to you," Torrie grinned.  "During
the times we actually have talked, I've found you so easy
to be around.  It's like I can tell you anything, Jeremy.
You're always so easy-going, and friendly."
   I reached out and tapped her nose with my fingertip,
which made her both giggle and smile.  "Thank you, sweetie.
I want to get to know you this winter.  Will you promise me
one thing?"  She nodded her head, and I continued, "Since
you find me so easy to talk to... tell me any problems you
have.  I'm not sure I have a solution to your feelings
about Lindsay, but I'll do whatever I can to help.  I hope
you know that.  Promise you'll talk to me if you have any
problems - provided, of course, you feel like sharing them."
   Torrie nodded her head and answered, "Yes, I promise."
She paused and added, "I'll just do my best to be happy
for Lindsay and Trish.  They... they really are a dynamite
couple.  I do have to admit that."
   I smiled at her and said, "It took me 27 years of my life
to find the right woman for me - Pamela.  I went through a
lot of heartache along the way... but now, I feel as though
it was all worth it.  As long as I have Pamela, it was."
   "You and her were made for each other," Torrie grinned.
   "The point being," I told her, "is that it may take you
some time to find who is really right for you.  I hope it is
one of these girls on the island - perhaps Devon, Stephanie
or Cassidy.  Do you have strong feelings for any of them?"
   "I kinda like Devon," Torrie admitted.  "But it seems
that the only person she is interested in is you, Jeremy."

   I gulped my throat at those words, knowing that Pamela
(as well as Lindsay) were eavesdropping on this discussion
from the comfort of my voyeur room.  I had yet to talk to
Pamela about Devon, and those things she had said about us
to Cassidy the other night.
   "All I know is that I want Jeremy," was what Devon had
said.  "I'll go through Pamela to get him, if I have to."

   "Stephanie is nice, too," Torrie added.  "Cassidy?  I
don't know about her.  She seems a little snobbish.  She
seems like the type of person who can't be trusted."
   "Why do you say that?" I asked, curious.
   "I don't know," the blonde replied.  "It's just a feeling
I have about her."  She paused and added, "But as I said, I
will be happy for Lindsay and Trish.  I still love Lindsay,
and want her very much.  But, I guess her and Trish really do
belong together.  There is obviously nothing I can do to
change that.  I wish I had a relationship that strong..."
   "You will, Torrie," I promised her.  "You will.  It may
take some time, but your day will come.  Trust me on that."

   The blonde offered me a positive smile in response.

                           * * *

   Squirming around like a fish out of water, Lindsay stood
before me with both hands clasped together at her waist as
she looked at me with a besought expression.  "Jeremy," the
little blonde whined, "please, please, please!  PLEASE...
please take me to the airport so I can see Trish when she
gets off her plane.  I can't wait to see her.  Please!"

   It was the day following my long talk with Torrie, and
things along that front seemed to have settled down.  That
knowledge, as you may imagine, made me feel very good.  The
past 24 hours had been rather trying, but it seems as though
we weathered the storm and made it through fairly unscathed.

   In just a few hours, Trish's flight from Los Angeles was
due to land at the airport on the mainland.  As a result,
Lindsay had naturally been overly hyper and excited all day
long.  The 19-year-old was not exaggerating when she said
that she could not wait to see Trish.
   Lindsay wanted nothing more than to be re-united with her
long-lost girlfriend - and as quickly as possible.  Lindsay
had been pestering me for the past hour or two, wanting me
to take her to the mainland (via the big boat) so we could
meet up with Trish as she stepped off of her flight.
   On the other hand, I had already made plans for Trish to
be escorted here to the island.  Ian, a friend of mine who
owned a helicopter, was paid good money to see that Trish
made it from the airport to the island all safe and sound.
Plus, I really did not feel like taking the big boat to the
mainland tonight.  Tired, I just wanted to stay here.

   However, Lindsay's whines and pleas for me to see things
her way were quite powerful - and convincing.

   "Come on, Jeremy," she continued, still begging me.  "I
can't wait to see Trish!  Please take me to the airport.  I
want to see her so bad!  I don't want to wait any longer
than I have to.  Please, please, please... PLEASE!"
   "Oh... okay, sweetheart," I told her, finally giving in.
The 19-year-old's response was an excited squeal, followed
by a series of bunny-rabbit jumps and hops.  Really now...
was there any possible way that I could turn Lindsay down?
   "Thank you, Jeremy!" Lindsay exclaimed, reaching out and
grabbing onto my wrists with her hands.  More lively and
hyper than I had ever seen her before, Lindsay continued
jumping and hopping about.  "Thank you SO much!"
   "This Trish girl must be someone very special," Stephanie
observed, as she sat at the common room table along with
Amy, Pamela, Torrie, Cassidy and Devon.  All of them had
been witness to Lindsay's desperate pleas and happy squeals.
   "She IS someone very special," Pamela chimed in, looking
at Stephanie.  "Trish and Lindsay should have never split
apart in the first place.  They definitely belong together."
   Stephanie, along with Devon and Cassidy, had never met
Trish because, of course, none of them were here in the
summer.  All three of them were still new to the island.
   "Trish is about as nice and as caring as someone can
possibly be," Pamela remarked.  "I'm so happy that she is
coming back.  I know how much her and Lindsay love each
other.  It about broke my heart to see them split up."
   "But now we're gonna be back together!" Lindsay exclaimed
with glee, as she stepped forward and placed her arms around
my lower back for a tight embrace.  "And I can't wait!"
   "You girls will like her, too," Pamela said to the three
newcomers.  "Trust me on that."
   "I'm sure we'll all like her," Devon said.  "I mean... if
sweet, 'lil Lindsay can fall head over heels for Trish, then
she just HAS to be someone special and unique."  Devon gave
Lindsay a wicked glance and wryly asked, "Does Trish eat a
good pussy, sweetheart?"
   Stephanie and Cassidy offered bulging eyes to Devon's
provocative question, while Lindsay sneered and answered,
"Oh yes... she's one of the best."
   "Then I'll definitely have to meet her," Devon nodded.

   On that note, I decided it was time for a change-of-pace.
The last thing I wanted right now was to get Devon going...

   I looked down at Lindsay and smiled at her.  "Why don't
you go and get ready, princess?  Wear something warm too,
because the winds out on the ocean can get pretty cold after
night-fall.  We're gonna be open to them on the boat."
   "Thank you," Lindsay reiterated, leaning upwards and
planting her lips upon mine for a gentle kiss.  "Thank you
SO MUCH, Jeremy.  I don't know if I can ever re-pay you for
this, but I'll try."  She wiggled out of my arms and then
shuffled off to her room, in order to change her clothing.
   "I'll stay here on the island with everyone else," Pamela
told me.  She looked at the other ladies and offered me a
wicked grin.  "I'm sure we'll all find SOMETHING to do...
while you and Lindsay are out picking up Trish."

   I'd bet that "something" will include lips and tongues...

                           * * *

   It was 5:30pm when Lindsay and I, in the 62-foot-long
catamaran boat, shoved off from the island's harbor.  The
trip to the mainland would take an hour, and the subsequent
bus-ride to the airport would span about 15 or 20 minutes.
Trish's plane was set to arrive at 7:00pm, so there wouldn't
be much time for either Lindsay or myself to spare.
   During the cruise to the mainland, Lindsay was unusually
quiet.  I figured that she was thinking about Trish, and the
many things both of them could do together to catch up with
each other.  I just felt extremely happy for her and Trish.
   Just about the only thing which Lindsay did say to me was
when she asked if this was a dream.
   "No, it's not," I told her.  "You're going to meet up
with Trish, and be back together with her, in a short time."

   Lindsay's only reply for that was a charming smile.

   It was rather obvious that Torrie, and the many troubles
from yesterday, were the furthest thing from Lindsay's mind.
She was concentrating on Trish, and that made me very happy.
   It was also good to see that the 19-year-old had taken my
advice.  Instead of a tank-top and a pair of shorts - her
standard choice of attire while on the island - Lindsay had
dressed a bit warmer.  While out in the open ocean like
this, the wind can swirl and be quite chilly in this area.
   Lindsay wore a pair of faded denim jeans which hugged and
clutched her little, sweet hips in a most wondrous manner.
The shape and contours of her ass - the thing which I LOVED
to fuck - was on full, luscious display.
   In addition, the blonde wore a windbreaker jacket, along
with a light blue sweater underneath.  It was so unusual for
me to see either her or Pamela in regular, everyday clothing.
I really had to fight the urge to stop the boat right there,
and drill sweet, little Lindsay with my cock.  She, much like
Pamela, looked extremely sexy to me in "regular" clothes.
   The highlight of the trip to the mainland, at least for
me, was when I allowed Lindsay to steer the boat.  I stood
directly behind her and kept my body close to hers, while
planting delicate angel kisses upon her neck and shoulders.
Giggling and squirming about slightly, Lindsay enjoyed that.

                           * * *

   Perhaps this should not come as a surprise, but Trish's
flight from Los Angeles was a bit late.  It touched down on
the runway at 7:25pm, and did not taxi up to the terminal
gate until a good 20 minutes later.
   As could be expected, Lindsay was on pins and needles as
passengers began filing out of the aircraft.  In the middle
of the massive throng of travelers was a single blonde and
beautiful woman, who wore an eye-popping business style
outfit consisting of a blouse, jacket and knee-length skirt.
   "TRISH!" Lindsay exclaimed, before she scampered over to
her long-lost girlfriend and embraced her tightly.
    Even in such a public place like an airport, Lindsay had
no problem or hesitation as she hugged Trish as hard as she
could.  A few people stared at them as they went by, but
Lindsay did not seem to care - or even notice.

   Neither did Trish, for that matter.

   I made my way over to the happy couple and offered Trish
a smile as she noticed me for the first time.  She broke off
her embrace with Lindsay and grinned at me, then wrapped her
arms around me for my own hug.  "Thank you, Jeremy," she
said to me, her arms tightening around my body.  "Thank you
for your persistence, in trying to get me to come back here."
   "You're very welcome, Miss Trish," I told her, grinning.
   A moment later, the embrace ended and Trish looked at
both Lindsay and me.  "I thought that guy - Ian? - I thought
he was going to pick me up."
   "I couldn't wait to see you," Lindsay sneered, reaching
out and grasping Trish's hands.  "I convinced Jeremy to
bring me here to the airport so I could see you get off the
airplane.  We came here on his boat."  Lindsay hugged Trish
again, saying, "I'm so happy you decided to come back."
   "I had to call Ian and tell him not to pick you up," I
told Trish.  "Of course, though, he still wanted his money."
   Trish offered a momentary frown and remarked, "I'm so
tired.  Seems like I've been flying forever."
   "Awww... you poor thing," Lindsay said, looking deep into
her girlfriend's eyes.  "Did you have a good flight, though?"
   "Yeah," Trish nodded.  "I'm just tired.  Toronto to
Chicago to Los Angeles to here."  She offered a grin and
added, "I'm going to get a lot of sleep tonight."
   "We'll get your stuff from baggage claim, then get back
on the bus and go to the boat," I said to Trish.  "I'll get
you back to the island as soon as I can, dear.  Seems like
you want to go to sleep... and fast."
   "Can we stop and get something to eat here at the airport
first?" Lindsay asked.  "I know there is food on the boat,
but I'd like to sit down here and eat.  Also... I wanted to
check out the gift shoppe before we left."  She looked at
Trish and added, "If all of that is okay with you?"
   The Canadian offered a gracious smile and traced her hand
along Lindsay's face.  "Of course it's okay with me.  Let's
get something to eat, and let's check out the gift shoppe.
Anything you want to do, baby."

   Lindsay and Trish were deep into conversation with each
other as I later tagged along behind them with suitcases
in tow.  Still not caring what others thought about them,
the two ladies stayed close and even held hands as they
giggled and snickered together about all sorts of things.
   After a stop at the salad bar and sit-down dining area,
the three of us paid a visit to the gift shoppe.  I wound
up buying Lindsay a Christmas wreath, while Trish purchased
a whole mess of post-cards.  She was going to send them to
her friends and family members in Canada.

                           * * *

   "I've always been fascinated by the stars," I heard
Lindsay say, as she and Trish sat atop the sun-deck upon the
big boat.  We were en route for the island, and the sun had
already gone down.  Without a cloud in sight, the whole sky
was decorated with beautiful stars and constellations.
   "When I was little," Lindsay continued, "I would go out
at night and look up at the stars.  I always wondered if
there were other people living on them.  Aliens, you know."
   With the ocean waters unusually calm and still tonight,
I could plainly hear Lindsay and Trish as they talked with
each other.  I would love to be up on the sun-deck with
them, of course, but someone needed to steer the boat.
   "I used to do the same thing," Trish said.  "My dad would
always point out the stars and tell me their names.  He knew
a lot about them, and constellations."  She paused and said,
"Looking at the stars is so peaceful and relaxing."
   My eyes grew big as I heard the two ladies share a kiss.
Along with their lips grinding together and the unmistakable
suction and gentle moaning sounds, I knew they were kissing.
   "Hmmmmm," Lindsay sighed seconds later.  "Wonderful."
   "Would either of you ladies like me to get you a
telescope?" I said to them, calling out.  "I didn't know
that you two had an interest in the stars."
   "I'd love that," Trish replied.
   "Yeah," Lindsay added.  "A telescope would be cool."
   I smiled while steering the catamaran.  "Then consider it
done.  It will be on the next supply boat."
   "You're not spying on us... are you, Jeremy?" Lindsay
giggled in a playful tone.
   "I can't help it!" I exclaimed in reply.  "The ocean is
so quiet tonight, there's no waves.  I hear everything."
   "That's okay," Lindsay sneered.  "We're all good friends
anyway, you know."
   "Trish?" I called out.  "Can I ask you something?"
   "Sure," the Canadian replied.
   "What happened to your girlfriend... Stacy?" I asked her.
"I was curious about that.  From what you told me, you two
were pretty happy and serious together."
   "We were..." Trish said after a long pause.  "But things
change.  Stacy and I broke up just last week."  She paused
once more before adding, "I'm glad we did, though.  Now, I'm
back with Lindsay."  My cock began to twitch as I listened
to them trade yet another blissful kiss.
   "You're not leaving me again," Lindsay said firmly.
   "Don't worry," Trish countered.  "I'm not going anywhere."
Again, I heard them kiss.

                           * * *

   Call it sweet torture if you want, but I had to listen to
the sounds of Lindsay and Trish giggle and kiss one another
for the entire trip back to the island.  Normally I enjoyed
such things, of course, but I considered it somewhat similar
to (sweet) torture because I could not go up to the sundeck
and join in on their fun.  I had to steer the boat.  #%@&!
   When we finally reached the island, the time was 9:15pm.
I gathered Trish's many suitcases from the boat, and loaded
them up onto the Jeep.  The whole time, Lindsay and Trish
cuddled close together in the front seat of the Jeep...
holding hands and trading tender, affectionate kisses.

   I THINK they were happy to be back together...  (!)

   As I drove the Jeep up to the mansion, Lindsay told Trish
that her and Torrie had been room-mates on the island during
the past week.  Trish was smiles at the mention of Torrie,
and had nothing but good things to say about the time they
spent together during the summer.  For an instant, I feared
that Lindsay would tell Trish of the uproar which Torrie had
caused yesterday.  That would dampen Trish's thoughts...
   Instead, Lindsay told her that she and Torrie were not
going to be room-mates anymore.  Lindsay would share the
same suite with Trish, while Torrie would move into the
fourth guest room - with Pamela.  This had already been
discussed (and agreed upon) earlier today, Lindsay said.
   "Jeremy is going to have his rotation system set up once
again... just like the summer," Lindsay explained to Trish.
"He will spend the night with a different girl every night,
on a rotating basis.  Eight girls, eight different nights."
   "Sounds like you'll be a busy man," Trish grinned at me.
   "I also had a talk with Pamela, earlier," Lindsay said,
looking at me.  "She was going to spend the night with you
tonight, Jeremy, but that all changed.  Pamela moved into
her new room with Torrie, so they can be together tonight."
   "Oh?" I said, my eyebrows raised.  The image of Torrie
blasting my sweet wife with a strap-on dildo suddenly danced
throughout my mind.  It was enough to give me a hard-on as I
continued to drive the Jeep toward the mansion.
   Lindsay looked at Trish and said, "If you don't mind,
honey, you and I can spend the night with Jeremy."  My eyes
nearly exploded at those words, while Trish smiled lustily.
"I'm not letting you out of my sight," Lindsay said to Trish
before looking at me and adding, "And you're the main reason
why the two of us are back together."
   "His persistence finally paid off," Trish grinned.  "All
those e-mail messages he sent... I expected to get one every
day.  Oh Trish, get back with Lindsay.  You and her belong
together.  It's a crime that you two are apart...  He finally
got me to come back.  Finally!"
   "Would you like to spend the night with me and Jeremy?"
Lindsay asked her girlfriend.  "I have many things I want to
do to your body, baby."  Lindsay smiled while glancing my
way, before saying, "And we have to re-pay Jeremy for, as
you put it... his persistence."
   Trish grinned and replied, "I'd love to spend the night
snuggled between you and Jeremy, sweetheart."
   "Excellent," Lindsay smirked.

   Now, my hard-on was raging... and about to explode.

   Trish's eyes glared for a quick moment as she looked at
Lindsay.  "Hey there," she said to her, "WHAT in the world
were you doing in a PORN MOVIE on Amy's website?  You know
how much I was against that thought in the summer-time."
   "It really wasn't a porn movie," Lindsay replied, trying
to defend herself.  "It was just a little webcast for the
Internet.  I had a lot of fun doing it."
   Trish paused before saying, "I don't know if you have
visited Amy's public message board on her website or not,
Lindsay, but everyone there agrees that they want to see
more of you.  This one guy even said that you have to be in
the next... cheerleader gang-bang movie.  He said you should
be the main star of it."
   Lindsay giggled at those words.  "I have no intention of
getting into real porn, though I do plan on doing a few more
webcasts with Amy.  Is that okay with you, Trish?"
   "I guess the webcasts are okay," the Canadian returned.
"I still don't like the idea of you degrading yourself like
that... but on the other hand, if you hadn't done that, I
wouldn't be here right now.  Just seeing you live and in
living color - that's what convinced me to come back."

                           * * *

   My cock was still hard and throbbing as I somehow managed
to drag Trish's many suitcases through the mansion all at
once.  I took them to the guest corridor, and then the room
that Lindsay and Trish would share together.  Perhaps, I
thought to myself, this room would be their home... for the
rest of their lives.  It sure was an intriguing thought.
   "Where are we going to be tonight?" Trish asked, looking
around the spacious room.  "Here, or in Jeremy's suite?"
   "Jeremy's suite," Lindsay replied, without hesitation.
"The bed in it is so big, and comfortable."
   Trish smirked and said, "Yes, I remember that now.  His
bed fit eight people, rather easily, for those seven-on-one
gang-bangs we had during the summer."  My cock bristled at
the mere reminder.  "We can leave my suitcases here for now.
They're not going anywhere, and I can unpack them tomorrow."
   Trish then turned her attention upon Lindsay by wrapping
both arms around her slender, petite body.  She offered her
young lover a tongue-filled kiss before saying, "Let's get
up to Jeremy's room now.  I don't know how much longer I can
control myself around you, babydoll."
   Lindsay giggled at those words as she and Trish hooked
their arms together, before turning and beginning the walk
toward my personal suite.  They were very focused upon one
another - and rightfully so - but had forget about someone.
   "Hey!  Wait for me!" I called out, moving forward and
following the pair of love-birds in close tow.

                           * * *

   One second hadn't passed after the three of us stepped
foot into my personal suite before Lindsay and Trish were
all over each other - like a wet blanket.  The long and
languid boat-ride had been their warm-up period, while the
short time in the Jeep served as foreplay.  Now, in my
personal suite - the blonde-on-blonde feast had begun.

   I stood in the background and watched with interested
eyes as Lindsay and Trish nearly annihilated each others'
mouths with a flaming, passion-filled kiss.  Trish had both
hands on Lindsay's tender ass, squeezing it roughly, while
the younger blonde's hands were full with Trish's breasts.
   The pair of ladies groped and prodded each other in an
intensive manner, their clothing flying off in the process.
Lindsay's jeans were yanked downward, and Trish's business
jacket and white blouse were whisked away in a heartbeat.
Next came Trish's bra, and then her knee-length skirt.  An
instant later, Lindsay's windbreaker jacket was discarded,
as well as the thin sweater she wore underneath.
   "OH YES," Trish moaned against the searing kiss, as she
had been reduced to nothing but a G-string and high-heels.
Lindsay, on the other hand, only had on her bra and panties.
   The two ladies pressed their bodies close together and
shuddered in absolute lust as they took things to the bed.
Trish broke the kiss, then grabbed ahold of Lindsay and
tossed her down hard upon the big, comfortable mattress.
   "I've often fantasized about this moment," Trish purred,
tracing a hand between her own thighs, as she glared down at
Lindsay.  "To be with you again, just like this..."
   "I fantasized about it every night," Lindsay confessed.
"I would finger myself to sleep, thinking of you, Trish..."
   "Oh God..." the Canadian sighed, sliding her G-string
down and stepping out of it.  "How did I ever leave you?"

   I already had my cock out and was busy stroking away as
Trish hopped onto the bed, on top of Lindsay, and began to
assault her with yet anothera heated kiss.
   I was fairly certain that these two insatiable hellcats,
as much as they were into each other, were totally oblivious
of my presence.  I had no problem with that - especially
considering how this was their reunion, of sorts.
   I would get my chance here before too long...

   With her arms pinned to the bed, Lindsay writhed and
squirmed about in sheer passion as Trish moved atop her,
their mouths locked together and tongues dancing.  The duo
broke their kiss and exchanged giggles while rubbing their
breasts together, before sharing yet another hot lip-lock.
   In the process, Trish literally ripped Lindsay's bra from
her chest.  The teen's smallish-sized breasts popped out and
were now free, and Trish used the opportunity to rub her own
(much longer) breasts over top of them.  With the nipple to
nipple contact, both ladies sighed and cooed in utter lust
as their rather intensive, fervid kiss continued.
   Lindsay's arms were pinned above her head once again.
But this time, she struggled, and tried her best to break
free.  Trish would not allow her, though, holding onto the
little vixen's wrists rather tightly.  Lindsay squealed in
frustration, which caused Trish to suddenly break her hold.
   An instant later, Lindsay used both arms to roll Trish
beneath her.  With their positions now reversed, Lindsay
pinned Trish's arms to the mattress and absolutely lambasted
her mouth with her own.

   These two were SO RIGHT for each other.

   "Oh yeah," Trish moaned seconds after their latest kiss
had ended, as Lindsay's lips and tongue blazed a hot trail
through her vast, deepened cleavage.  The young blonde paid
oral homage to that sensitive area for quite some time, but
then shifted her attention toward one of Trish's big, plump
nipples.  The Canadian arched her neck and sighed in obvious
arousal as Lindsay's skilled mouth closed over top of her
nipple, sucking and stimulating it toward full alertness.
   "You like my breasts... don't you?" Trish asked, cradling
Lindsay's head in her hands.  "Oh yesssss... you love them.
You... you've always loved to kiss, and lick them."
   Lindsay's only response was a growl as she continued to
devour that one nipple.
   "I love all of you, babydoll," Trish breathed, her body
beginning to shudder about in greater arousal.  "Your face,
your lips... those pert, little breasts, and that wonderful,
scrumptious pussy.  I love all of you.  Every single inch!"

   I smiled at the sight while still frigging my cock.  It
was wonderful to see such an erotic encounter unfold before
my very eyes like this.  But what I enjoyed most of all was
the simple fact that Lindsay and Trish were back together.
This was where each of them rightfully belonged.

   Lindsay seemed to be in a different universe as her lips
and tongue blazed another path throughout Trish's cleavage,
before sliding downward, toward her midriff and then her
stomach.  Trish's body writhed in the sheer anticipation...
   "Are you going to fuck me with your tongue, baby?" the
25-year-old asked.  "Oh yes, honey.  FUCK me with your
tongue!  Make me cum!"
   Lindsay must have taken those words to heart, because she
soon burrowed her face between Trish's widespread thighs and
immediately began to lick and swipe away at her lush pussy.
   I continued pumping my shaft as Trish raised both knees
into the air, her high-heeled feet nestled squarely upon the
bed.  Trish massaged her own breasts and squirmed about in
mad passion as Lindsay hungrily feasted upon her moist slit.
   It wasn't too long before the 19-year-old decided to add
a finger to the mix, which did nothing but multiply Trish's
arousal even more.  The busty blonde moaned as her entire
body tensed in response when Lindsay started to forcefully
thrust a finger in-and-out of that damp, needful pussy.  All
the while, she continued to lick and swipe away at her folds.
   "OHHHHH YESSSSS..." Trish managed to get out, her entire
body alive with undeniable emotion and desire.  "OHHHHH FUCK
YESSSSS... YES BABY, YES... THAT FEELS SO GOOD!  SO GOOD!"
   Soon, Lindsay withdrew her finger and decided to focus
all of her energy into satisfying Trish with her lips and
tongue.  She licked and slurped away at her, and paid close
attention to her clitoris.  The little minx brushed her
lower lip across it, which caused Trish to moan in response.
   Once Trish's body began to violently buck and shudder
about beneath her, Lindsay obviously knew that she had her
lover close to an orgasm.  Thus, she decided to go all-out
with her muff-diving frenzy.
   As a result, Trish literally lost control of herself.
She squeezed her thighs around her girlfriend's head with a
vice-tight grip, while screaming out at the very top of her
lungs.  At the same time, pussy-juice just seemed to ooze
out from within her.  Lindsay, of course, was more than
happy to lick and guzzle all of it up with her tongue...
   I moaned to myself while watching each of them rock and
vibrate together upon the bed, enjoying Trish's orgasm.
   "Oh God yes," Trish breathed as the heated sensations
inside of her soon reached their vortex, then began to
settle down.  "I really needed that, baby.  I REALLY did..."
   As Lindsay withdrew her head from between Trish's thighs,
she grinned and moved upward, only to then offer her lover a
full, mouth-to-mouth kiss.  The two ladies embraced and
rolled around several times upon the bed, lost in a sea of
mad passion and sweet love - directly solely at each other.

   Their playful scuffling continued on the bed until Trish
sat up, and pulled Lindsay so that she was laying squarely
across her lap.  My eyes went wide as I wondered to myself
whether or not Trish thought Lindsay deserved a spanking...
   I was fairly certain that was the thing on her mind as
Trish ripped Lindsay's panties down, and off.  The little
blonde shuddered about, finding herself in such a submissive
position across her lover's lap and knee.  I'm sure
she thought Trish was going to spank her, too.

   Lindsay absolutely LOVED being spanked.

   However, Trish brought two fingers to her mouth and wet
them thoroughly.  She smiled down at Lindsay and stroked her
long-flowing blonde hair and slender back with her free hand,
while making sure those two fingers were fully lubricated.
   "I know what I have to do, babydoll, to keep you happy,"
Trish said, placing one of those fingers upon her lover's
puckered anus.  She poked and prodded the air-tight hole,
which sent my eyebrows absolutely rocketing.
   The 19-year-old sighed and flinched with desire as Trish
inserted her right index finger into Lindsay's sweet ass.
She enjoyed gauging her girlfriend's lusty reaction, then
decided to add the second finger to the mix.  It was an
incredibly tight fit, but Trish managed to jam both fingers
into Lindsay's rectum and move them about somewhat.
   "OH WOW, Trish," Lindsay said in a quiet tone, short of
breath.  "That feels so GOOD..."
   "I know it does," Trish told her, grinning, as she gently
began to thrust those fingers in-and-out of Lindsay's anus.
"What did you like to call yourself during the summer, baby?
A... butt-slut, if I remember correctly."
   "Yes," Lindsay said in reply, her voice still low and
breathless.  "I... I love getting my ass fucked."

   With those words, I let out a wild, animalistic growl.
Hearing anything which had to do with Lindsay's perfect ass
was usually enough to drive me totally insane with lust.
   I had been busy stroking my cock for quite some time, of
course, but was surprised that their verbal exchange did not
make me cum.  In fact, I was very surprised.
   On the other hand, the wild growl I let out perhaps got
both ladies to notice me for the first time since stepping
into my personal suite.  They had been so totally focused
upon one another, but now... both of them looked at me.

   "Are you okay, Jeremy?" Trish asked with a grin, her two
fingers picking up speed as she drilled the teen's ass.
   "I'm fine, dear," I replied, paying extra attention to
the grunts and squeals which were coming from Lindsay.  "I
would be a lot better, though, if I could get in on some of
this fun, too.  What do you say?"
   "You don't have to ask," Trish replied, smiling.
   "Y-You've been th-there, whacking off the wh-whole time,"
Lindsay managed to blurt out, her body already starting to
shudder about in erotic fulfillment.  "We-We th-thought that
was all-all you w-wa-wanted to do-do-do."

   Those words made me feel good, in a certain way - at least
I hadn't been forgotten about.  Lindsay had been aware of my
presence - though it certainly did not same that way.

   "Why not come over here so I can suck your cock," Trish
said to me, still grinning, "while I fuck Lindsay's ass?"
   Not needing to be asked a second time, I immediately got
rid of both my trousers and my briefs.  I ripped my shirt
off next (tearing it in two, actually), then made my over
to the quivering couple upon the bed.
   Trish was seated close to the edge, with Lindsay sprawled
out across her lap.  As I stood before them, Trish offered
me a smile before grasping my erection with her left (free)
hand.  A split-second later, she leaned her head forward and
engulfed the entire length of my cock with her hungry mouth.
   Lindsay continued to grunt and squeal in response to the
dual finger-pumping in her rectum, courtesy of Trish and her
right hand.  At the same time, however, I joined the chorus
of sounds with some rather loud moans and sighs of my own.
   Trish looked up into my eyes and showed absolutely no
hesitation as she feverishly sucked my cock.  Lost in an
abyss of passion and pleasure, I reached down with both
hands and cupped Trish's big breasts, squeezing them firmly.
   She responded to that by bobbing her head back-and-forth
upon my cock in an up-tempo, steady motion.  I closed my
eyes and sighed, trying to keep my composure and balance.
Trish really knew what to do when presented with a cock...
   "OH FUCK YES!" I heard Lindsay scream, which caused me to
remember that she was in on this encounter, too.  Glancing
down, I now noticed that Trish was absolutely BLASTING the
teen-ager's sweet ass with her two fingers.
   Lindsay's whole body was alive with pure arousal as she
squirmed and writhed about upon her lover's lap, her ass
getting pounded.  It seemed as though Trish could not do it
any harder.  She was PUMMELING Lindsay's little rectum...

   The dual combination of Trish's mouth worshipping my cock
and Lindsay's squealy screams was finally enough to send me
over the proverbial edge.  In fact, I FELL over that edge...
   All of a sudden - and without any warning, I pulled my
erection out from within Trish's mouth and grasped it with
my right hand.  An instant later, I was growling like an
animal again as my cock simply erupted - like a volcano.
   The first spurt landed on Trish's tongue, after which
some if began to dribble out of her mouth and onto her
heaving breasts.  My next blast went all over her face and
mouth, coating her completely, before the final (smaller)
shot of cum landed directly upon her immaculate blonde hair.
   In the aftermath, all I could do was stagger away from
Trish in satisfaction.  I was extremely lucky there was a
chair to catch me, because I lost my footing and fell back.
Fortunately, I landed right in it.

                           * * *

   Lindsay may be a butt-slut, as Trish said, but she also
qualified as a definite cum-slut.  Knowing I had just blown
my load all over Trish's face, Lindsay immediately sat up
and embraced her lover, and began to kiss and lick her face.
   Both ladies giggled like schoolgirls as Lindsay scooped a
large helping of sperm from Trish's cheek with her tongue,
before offering it to her mouth.  Trish extended her own
tongue and took the big glob, before both of them giggled
once again and shared a hard, deep-rooted kiss.
   "How's your sweet, little ass feel?" Trish asked,
snickering, once the kiss ended seconds later.
   "Very well-fucked," Lindsay giggled in response.  "You
can do that to me with your fingers anytime you want!"
   Trish looked over at me as I slumped in the chair, a hand
grasping my now-limp cock.  "You're just the same as I
remember you, Jeremy," she said with a grin.  "Always tired,
and worn-down.  Have all these girls here been keeping you
busy this past week?"
   "Extremely busy," I corrected her, sighing heavily.
   "You can add me to that group," Trish smiled.  "I'm gonna
be here for as long as Lindsay wants me to be here."
   "You're never leaving my sight again," Lindsay said to
Trish, grasping her shoulders.  "NEVER.  I won't let you."

   The Canadian smiled at Lindsay, then turned her attention
toward me.  "Jeremy?  Whenever you are... UP, to it... feel
free to jump in here, anytime you want."  Trish pushed her
young lover onto her back, upon the bed, and spread her
thighs with both hands.  The teen-ager sighed in response
as Trish rolled over onto her elbows and knees, her face
positioned directly between Lindsay's outstretched thighs.
   Just before she was about to dive into that delicious,
all-you-can-eat buffet, Trish turned her head and smiled
back at me.  "Remember... anytime you want, Jeremy.  Just
jump on in.  I'd LOVE for you to fuck my pussy while I make
Lindsay scream, with my tongue."
   As the 19-year-old roared in utter passion upon the
initial tongue-to-pussy contact, I moaned in response to
Trish's nasty words and immediately began stroking my cock.

   This night was FAR from being over...


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