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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 7 of ?? (Revision 3.5)
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Looking over at Kristanna for a brief instant, I could not
help but to openly smile at her. Was there anything not to
appreciate about this young woman and her overall physical
appearance? If so, I certainly was not aware of it.
Kristanna's graceful, tall frame, long-flowing blonde hair
and deep blue eyes helped make her into a classic beauty.
Her mascara and bright lipstick seemed to make her face glow
in a truly exotic fashion. Even better, the mini-dress that
Kristanna wore had a plunging neckline, which offered a nice,
tantalizing view of her lush cleavage.
Kristanna, of course, was my friend from Norway. Blessed
with a very slender and athletic body, her personality and
infection demeanor matched flawlessly. She had been a ray
of sunshine in my life ever since the day I met her some
four years ago. Now, finally, she had made her long-awaited
return to the island. I could not be any happier...
As we were en route from the heli-pad to the mansion in
my trusty, old Jeep, I glanced over at Kristanna and smiled
at her once again. "How was your trip, dear?"
"It vas long and tiring," she replied, using a Norwegian
accent. "The vedder vas so cold and brisk in Oslo last
night. But I shed me yacket ven da plane reach Florida."
I smiled at her. I simply loved to listen to this young
woman talk. Her unique (and extremely sultry) voice ALWAYS
made me smile. I also liked her yacket/jacket pronunciation.
I sometimes wondered why Kristanna said my name correctly.
Why wasn't I Yeremy to her? Norway was certainly a wonderful
country to have produced a woman like this...
I was so glad that Kristanna had finally returned to the
island after a three week hiatus. After all, Kristanna was
the primary reason why all of the other ladies here were on
the island in the first place. Without her assistance. I
would still living on this tropical paradise all by myself.
Her travels started last evening in Oslo, Norway, where
she boarded an airline flight to Frankfurt, Germany. The
23-year-old hooked up with a connector flight to Miami,
Florida, and then finally made her way to Lima, Peru.
From there, she was escorted to the island in a helicopter
by a pilot friend of mine (whose name was Wayne). Her family
lived outside of Oslo, but Kristanna had also spent some time
in California during recent years as a college student.
Of course, as I continually gawked at Kristanna, I knew
the other ladies would grow to love her just as much as I
did. She was just so nice and friendly, and irresistible.
"Tell me about da odders," was her next comment. "Do yew
have a favorite amongst da girls yet?"
"Sort of," was my response. "I like Devon the most, I
guess. But I have gone through so many of the girls, and
flip-flopped between them so many times, that I am going to
hold off for a couple weeks before I finally decide who my
favorite REALLY is. At various times I have liked Devon,
Lindsay, Pamela and Amy the most. Now, I'm becoming more
and more attracted to Trish. I like Devon the most right
now, I guess, but that is subject to change."
"Ahh yes, I remember her from da computer," Kristanna
mused. "Devon is da pretty blonde from Pennsylvania, no?"
I nodded at her as she added, "From da pictures on yewr
computer, I liked Devon da most. She da prettiest. So...
let me get this straight. Yew cannot decide yewr favorite?
Vait a minute... you name every girl except Stephanie?"
"Stephanie is a real sweetheart," I told her. "But I
really haven't had the chance to sit and talk with her yet.
Most of my time has been spent with Devon, Pamela and Amy.
I just watched Trish take Lindsay's virginity last night
with the help of the voyeur room. That was incredible."
"Oh," she responded, looking a bit surprised. "Pamela
and Amy... vat are dey like?"
"I really like Pamela a lot, Kristanna. And Amy is just
the way that your computer program predicted she would be,
judging from the questionnaires we sent out."
"Amy da slut puppy!"
Keeping my eyes focused on the road in front of me as I
drove the Jeep, I told her, "Yes, you could say that."
"I am sorry I could not arrive here earlier," Kristanna
frowned. "Had problems vid da passport."
"It's okay, sweetheart." I just loved that accent! "It
wasn't your fault. I'm just glad that you are finally back
with me. I always miss you when you leave."
"I missed yew too! Du inviterer alle disse kvinnene her
for å være med deg siden du leter etter kjærligheten. Men
jeg elsker deg mer en noen av dem kan noen gang komme til å
gjøre. Jeg bare håpte at du kunne innse det."
I shook a menacing, but playful finger at her and grinned,
"Don't you go Norwegian on me, sweetheart. You know I can't
understand a word you say - and it drives me crazy."
"But it be fun," she giggled. "And yew crazy anyvay."
"That's not very nice," I scolded her in a teasing way.
"How is Blakken?" Kristanna inquired, referring to her
horse here on the island. There were two horses in the
stable (Blakken and Smokin Satin Bars (my horse)). Blakken
was some sort of Norwegian name, but I do not know if it
had any special meaning or not. Knowing Kristanna the way I
do, though, it probably meant something funny.
"Blakken is fine," I responded. "I have been taking good
care of both of the horses in the stable."
"Did yew buy ATV off-road vehicles for all da girls like
I suggested yew should?"
I smiled at her. "Of course I did. You gave me a big
list and I bought everything on it two weeks ago."
"Vat about me high score on da pinball machine? Is it
still there? Or did yew beat it yet?" Kristanna giggled at
her own words. "Vell, of course you beat it..."
I laughed at her. "You still have your high score on your
favorite pinball machine in the recreation room. I haven't
beaten it yet. You are right, though. I beat other things."
"Like yewr cock..." Kristanna snickered.
"You're a naughty girl. A very naughty girl."
"So yew are happy?" she asked in that unique voice, as I
drove her to the mansion in my Jeep on this Friday evening.
"Yew are happy vid all da girls yew bring to island? Is all
da trouble ve vent true vorth it?"
"These five days have been the best five days of my
entire life," I told her in response. "But things are even
better now, because you're back with me." I grasped the
blonde's left hand with my right and brought it to my lips,
then offered it a tender kiss. "You make me happy, dear.
And yes, everything was worth it. Well worth it."
"I go avay for one day and miss yew, Jeremy," Kristanna
grinned. "But tree vhole veeks! Ven I come here, dough,
I miss me family too much. I need a happy medium!"
I smiled at her and said, "I hope you are hungry, dear.
We're only 30 minutes away from dinner-time. I even got
Louisa to fix one of your favorite meals - lutefisk."
"Oooooh, lutefisk!" she exclaimed, referring to Norwegian
cod. "Had some two nights ago but happy for anodder today.
Lutefisk pizza! Yew ordered lefse, too? Dat real favorite."
"Of course. You know Louisa will fix whatever we ask her
to - even your crazy food. So you are hungry? Have you had
anything at all to eat today?"
"Momma fixed vafler before I left." She pouted and
added, "But dat vas 24 hours ago. Flight lasted forever.
Oslo, Frankfurt, Miami, 14 hours. Miami, Lima, six hours."
"What is vafler?"
"Vaffles and sour cream. Yum-yum. But no food on da
airplane ride. Airplane food, yuck-yuck."
Kristanna and her words never failed to make me smile.
"You must be starving, then. We'll get some food in you."
* * *
Dinner-time on the island was set for 7:00pm each and
every evening, and tonight would be no exception. All of
the ladies were required to be in the large dining room at
that time, where Louisa, the 76-year-old housekeeper, would
serve up the most scrumptious food ever known to mankind.
Tonight, it was no different. Louisa had fixed all of us
a huge, wide-ranging buffet of foods. How could someone go
wrong with a selection of marinated chicken to choose from,
as well as freshly baked turkey breast, Angus rib eye
steaks, pork sausage patties, lasagna, wild rice and various
seafood and salad dishes? If anyone were to make it to
dessert, Louisa had even prepared a raspberry chiffon pie.
As all of us - myself and the seven ladies - enjoyed our
delicious meal, we got better acquainted with each other.
Our conversation was quite lively and included many various
topics. Kristanna, who seemed to be a big hit with everyone
due to her accent and overall friendliness, conveyed some
stories to those who were interested about life in Norway.
Kristanna spoke highly of the 300-acre farm that she lived
on with her parents, saying it was one of the most profitable
markets in all of Norway. The farm even featured a bakery,
an ice cream parlor and a petting zoo for young children.
There was a six hour difference between Norway (located
in the Central European Time Zone) and the island (Eastern
Time Zone), Kristanna told us. The average temperature for
this time of year (June) there was 70 degrees Fahrenheit,
but it had dipped down to 48 last night before her departure.
In fact, Norway rarely topped the 75 degree mark all year.
They received a lot of snow each and every winter.
Here on the island, of course, it was winter in this part
of the world (in the tropics). But winter here meant 70-75
degree weather, so it was not different than what Kristanna
left behind in Norway. The hottest months here were January,
February and March (with average temperatures of about 80).
I considered those months to be the "dog days of summer".
In some respects, as you can see, my life on this island was
charmed. In others, it left a lot to be desired.
At the dinner table, Kristanna even convinced Trish to
try a bite of her precious lutefisk. Trish, who claimed to
enjoy fish in general, said lutefisk had a strange taste. In
other words, she did not like it. If there was one thing
that I had learned from having Kristanna as my friend over
the past couple of years, it was that people in her country
had a very unique and exotic appetite. I did not care all
that much for Norwegian food myself. Her people did eat a
lot of fish, though, and that was probably one reason why
Kristanna was so healthy, and in such excellent shape.
Pamela told everyone that she was simply amazed with not
only the beauty of the island and its surroundings, but also
the ocean itself. It was crystal-clear, which was vastly
different from the ocean in Maryland - where Pamela resided.
She could not believe how beautiful the water was.
Everyone got a good laugh when Stephanie, who worked as a
registered nurse in her home-state of Connecticut, claimed
that finally, she was no longer "on call". The 26-year-old
went onto say that the telephone ringing and waking her up
in the middle of the night was no longer a concern for her.
"Let's see my boss find me now - five, 6,000 miles away!"
Lindsay went onto share a story about the supermarket in
Ohio where she was employed as the cosmetics manager. The
young woman said that several of the guys that she worked
with ("even those old enough to be my father!") were always
flirting with her. Gee, I said to myself. I wonder why?
Lindsay was the epitome of sweet innocence, and everything
that an 18-year-old girl should be. Any man who was older
(like me (29)) would love to get their clutches on Lindsay.
Then, of course, there was Devon.
The incredibly stacked and lusciously beautiful blonde
had a few things of her own to share. The best was when
she spoke about her own job - as a dental assistant.
"I needed a break myself. I get tired of shoving those
dental tools into peoples' mouths, having them go `ahhhhh'."
Devon then looked squarely at me and added in a very lusty
tone, "I much rather have people put things into MY mouth."
...Okay...
My mind was in a daze for several seconds with those mere
words, while everyone got a good laugh out of my reaction.
I had to get my hands on - and cock into - Devon. AGAIN!
Devon had the slimmest of leads in the race for who was
favorite lady from the entire group. She barely edged out
Lindsay, Pamela and Amy, but after what happened last night,
Trish was coming on strong. I found myself wildly attracted
to the voluptuous Canadian after having witnessed the tender
and loving manner in which she took Lindsay's virginity. I
felt like wrapping my arms around Trish's body and never
letting go because she was such a warm, compassionate person.
Kristanna was very observant when she stated earlier that
Stephanie was the only woman that I failed to mention when
speaking about potential favorites. I had nothing against
Stephanie, mind you. My interaction with her thus far had
been mostly null and void, but that certainly did not mean
that she was unappealing to me. In fact, I could easily see
Stephanie one day emerging from the pack as my favorite. I
could see any of the ladies doing that. I thought every
single one of them was fantastic, but in their own way.
I found dinner-time to be very fascinating and insightful
on this warm June evening. I loved to listen to any and all
information concerning the girls. I wanted to know every
detail about their lives. I considered the entire group,
believe it or not, to be my flock of angels.
"Tell us about your job, Amy," Trish said to the red-head.
"You're not a pornstar, or Internet sex model... are you?"
"No, but maybe I should be," Amy replied. "Sounds better
than what I am - a Professional Nourishment Provider."
Many of the ladies appeared to be dumbfounded for a brief
moment. "What was that?" Trish asked, finally speaking up.
"Professional Nourishment Provider? What the heck is that?"
"Oh..." Amy said, matter-of-factly. "Some people refer
to my job as a Nutritional Transport Engineer. But you
know what? I like Professional Nourishment Provider much
better. I think it has a better ring to it."
Trish just looked at Amy and shook her head. She was
lost. The other ladies felt the same way. They had no idea
what Amy was talking about. I did, however, and smiled to
myself. I remembered her occupation from her profile.
Amy giggled and finally confessed, "I'm a waitress!"
Trish paused for a second, taking that in, then laughed.
"Hey! That was cute! Professional Nourishment Provider...
Nutritional Transport Engineer. Waitress. Originals?"
"P-N-P is an original of mine," Amy replied. "But N-T-E,
a friend thought that up. It was her idea. I'll gladly
take all the credit for it, though!"
There was another round of laughs in response to the very
creative terms before we moved onto another topic. Now, it
was Trish's turn to give some details about her profession.
She was employed as a certified fitness instructor near
her hometown of Toronto. "Sometimes when I run the aerobics
class, I wish a big orgy would break out. A lot of the women
in that class are real hotties, you know." Everyone seemed
to squeal and fidget about at those words...
With so much sharing and insight into the people that all
of them truly were, I found this particular dinner to be my
favorite thus far. I think Kristanna and her presence had a
lot to do with it. Kristanna had the unique ability to
bring out the best in everyone, and get them to open up.
I hated for our meal to end, but realized that time would
come sooner rather than later. At least no one left the
dinner table for 90 minutes, though. That was excellent.
* * *
Kristanna was a very beautiful young woman with a classy
appearance - especially with her long-flowing blonde hair
pinned up (like now). There were so many wondrous details
about her outer beauty that I could delve into, but perhaps
the most striking thing about Kristanna were her legs.
At 5-foot-11, Kristanna had what best could be described
as "skyscraper legs". They were incredibly sleek and toned,
with nary a blemish on them. Even better, those legs seemed
to go on forever. Kristanna was incredibly thin (only 115
pounds at her height) and did not have the overly voluptuous
figure that many of the other ladies here did. But she more
than made up for whatever deficiencies with those legs.
Stephanie, who stood 5-foot-8, also had legs which were
very long and graceful. But I am afraid that they did not
even compare with the beauty and symmetry of Kristanna's
legs, which appeared worldly in their own right.
Best of all, those wondrous legs of hers were on total
display as she paraded about my personal suite in nothing
but a black bra and G-string set on this Friday evening.
Everyone had retired to their respective rooms for the
night. Kristanna and I were no different. She was not
always going to sleep with me, but that was the plan for
tonight. We would worry about tomorrow when the time came.
"Yew looking at me legs again?" she grinned. "BAD BOY!"
"You're quite the bad girl," I countered, being playful.
"The only reason you stripped down to your little bra and
G-string is so you can tease me, and drive me crazy."
"Is it vorking?"
"Yes, it is. Very much so." The 23-year-old let loose
with a charming smile as she took a seat directly across
from me upon the bed. I inhaled sharply and told her, "I've
said this a million times tonight, dear, but I think it
bears repeating. I've missed you so much over the past few
weeks. You're my best friend in the whole, wide world. I
wish that you could live here with me, full-time."
"A nice dought, but I vould miss me family too much,"
she countered. "Maybe yew could bring me family here - to
island?" Kristanna laughed at her own words and added, "I
could see dat. Momma and Papa vould not like it here. Dey
prefer farm life at home in Norvay, ya."
"You've told me that before, sweetheart."
"I vant to know much more about Devon," the seductress
offered. "Vat do yew like about her, Jeremy?"
"Oh, can I say... everything?" I replied in a serious
tone. "I don't know, Kristanna. Devon just seems to be
everything that I have ever wanted in a woman. This may
sound hard to believe, but for as beautiful as Devon is on
the outside, she is a million times more beautiful inside.
Plus, Devon wants all the same things I do in life, too."
I smiled at Kristanna and added, "I am still going to
evaluate all of the others and focus on them individually
before making my final decision, though. But thus far, I
have connected with Devon more than anyone else... if you
know what I mean. Plus, she really seems to like me. I
have listened to her to say some very glowing things about
me to Stephanie with the voyeur room."
Kristanna took a deep breath. "I yust vant yew to be
happy, Jeremy. Dat is all I have ever vanted for yew."
I grinned once again and countered, "I trust that you
will find the right man - or woman, too, dear. Who knows?
Maybe that person is on this island right now. You said
that you liked Devon the most, right? I got dibs on her
now, but that could always change."
"Hmmmmm... Devon," she purred. "But I like Trish now
too. I like all da girls! Dey all pretty!"
"How do you say `I love you' in your language?" was my
next question. "Maybe I can spring it on whomever I choose
and see if I can get a reaction or not."
"Jeg elsker deg."
I did not realize it at the time, but Kristanna said those
same three words - jeg elsker deg, or `I love you' - to me
while we were riding in my Jeep hours ago. Perhaps I took her
words out of context since they were said in a large sentence,
but after realizing it was the same quote (days later, with
the help of the voyeur room), I began to wonder...
Was Kristanna in love with me?
Our prior attempts at a bona-fide relationship always
seemed to fail no matter what we tried, though the two of us
remained the absolute best of friends. I had my share of
highly intimate moments with Kristanna, indeed, but I still
could not look at her as anything more than a friend. A
close, wonderful friend - but a friend nonetheless.
The biggest obstacle we had in terms of a commitment was
the simple fact that she was a farm girl from Norway, and I
was an islander from the South Pacific (though born and bred
in the United States). Neither of us wanted to leave our
respective homelands, although Kristanna did go to college
in California. Nothing against California, of course, but I
did not want to reside there, either. I lived there before.
Geographics had blocked any type of reak commitment for us.
"How is me English?" she asked, looking a bit hesitant.
"I have been vorking hard on it da past few veeks."
"Your English is fine, sweetheart. You have that accent
and you pronounce a few things differently than common
English-speaking people, but it is fine. You've come a
long way in the four years we've known each other."
"I could not speak a lick of English ven ve met! Going
to university in Los Angeles has helped."
I shook my head and mused, "I still cannot believe that
you are studying Archeology. You could be exploring a dark
cave somewhere some day, and take a lefse break."
"And lutefisk!" the young woman giggled.
"You're priceless, dear. Just priceless."
Kristanna seemed to notice the huge bulge within my shorts
as I used my right hand to reach out and touch her face. The
erection could not be avoided, as the gorgeous Kristanna was
lounging upon the bed in nothing but her sexy black bra and
G-string. Those heavenly legs looked most inviting...
"I have you to thank for all of these girls being in my
life," I said, embracing her warmly, my voice delicate and
soothing. I gently nibbled upon her earlobe. "How will I
ever be able to re-pay you in exchange for writing that
matchmaker software for me? These girls are angels."
"Betal meg tilbake? Du kunne giftet deg med meg isteden."
"Why do you do that to me?" I smiled and shook my head.
"Why do you slip in Norwegian words like that all the time?"
"As I said earlier, it be fun. I like yew not knowing
vat it is dat I say to yew, Jeremy. If yew vant to know
vat it is so badly, then simply learn me language!"
"You could be cursing me out..."
Kristanna laughed at my words. "I do not dink so." She
brushed her long-flowing blonde hair away from her forehead
with an arm and mused, "I need a snack before going to bed."
"Would you like anything specific? A sandwich? I'll be
happy to get something from the kitchen for you."
"I vant some cock," Kristanna replied, which temporarily
caught me off-guard. The ravishing young woman emphasized
her point with a subtle, sensual move - by licking her lips.
Next, she broke away from our embrace and dropped down to
her knees beside the bed. "Can yew give me a snack?"
"Of course, sweetheart."
Kristanna smiled and crooked a finger, motioning for me
to move closer toward her. I did just that, then let out a
soft, gentle moan as she immediately reached out and ran
her long, slender fingers over and across my crotch.
Kristanna smiled once again as she then rose up to her
feet and wrapped her arms around my shoulders for a loving
embrace. I immediately sought her mouth with my own, our
warm tongues slipping and sliding together over an easy,
languid exchange. Soon, I tilted my head to the side,
allowing myself better access into that velvety mouth.
Naturally, after pulling Kristanna close and hugging her
myself, my right hand drifted downward. I ran it over and
across that nice, firm ass, then ventured even lower. She
giggled upon our shared kiss as I caressed the back of her
thigh, tracing the tips of my fingers over it. I stood up
and increased the ferocity of our deep, mutual kiss.
Kristanna giggled yet again as she backed me against the
night-stand and then hooked her opposite leg around my own.
Our kiss intensified, naturally, and soon I was ravaging her
mouth with all of the passion and fervor I could muster.
"Oh yeah," I sighed as Kristanna then reached into my
shorts and pulled my semi-hard cock out, breaking our kiss
in the process. She again dropped to her knees and tugged
my shorts downward with both hands, then began to pump and
squeeze my shaft toward an aching, powerful erection.
"Dis vill really be more dan a snack for me," Kristanna
snickered, her right hand a blur it frigged the base of my
cock. "I am going to treat dis like a main course!"
I groaned with pure arousal as, while still perched upon
her knees, Kristanna snaked her head toward my pelvis and
then engulfed my awaiting cock into her hungry mouth with
one, swift movement. Oh... what a wonderful feeling!
As usual, Kristanna moved slowly. She wanted this to
last for both of us. With each head-bob, the quirky vixen
looked up at me and smiled. I cannot say enough good things
about a woman who enjoys the simple pleasure of performing
oral sex for her man. Especially when that man is me!
As could be expected, Kristanna looked wonderful on her
knees in front of me. She was still dressed in that sexy,
little bra and G-string set. Best of all, however, those
lips of hers had formed a large `O' around my erection as
she gently worked away at it.
I surrendered myself to the sensations of her lips, tongue
and throat, as all three provided me with wondrous pleasure.
Soon, her bobbing motion quickened and my testicles seemed
to tense up. I could feel an orgasm brewing. Combined with
the sight of Kristanna's blonde head bobbing back-and-forth
as she slurped me into a frenzy, I lost control of myself.
I thrusted myself forward and buried my erection deep
within her throat. Sperm jettisoned outward as if it was
fired from a cannon. Kristanna wrapped both arms around
my hips and dug her long fingernails into my skin, her
throat making a hungry, hearty sound as she guzzled down
every last ounce of sperm which I had produced for her.
As my body then crested downward from the incredible
height of orgasm, I sighed deeply as Kristanna withdrew my
cock from her exquisite mouth. She grasped its base once
again and squeezed away, her lovely eyes sparkling as she
gazed up at me in a passionate manner.
"Aren't you the sweetest thing?" I asked, taking a step
back and then leaning over. Kristanna smiled as I planted
a simple kiss upon her forehead. "So very sweet."
"Dat hit da spot," the young woman swooned, extending
her tongue and then licking her lips. "Dere is nothing
quite like da taste of cum at night! Or in da morning, or
da afternoon... any old time, for dat matter!"
I grinned at her. "You're a naughty, little girl."
"Ve are going to have a lot of fun over the next nine
veeks with all dese pretty girls on da island. Dank yew,
Mister Jeremy, for letting me be a part of dis. Dough, I
did miss a veek. Unfortunately. But dank yew."
"It was the least I could do, Krissy. After all, you are
the one who helped me find all of them in the first place."
I smiled at her and asked, "Can _I_ have a snack now?"
Her smile brightened. "I dought yew vould never ask."
When Kristanna rose to her feet, it was my turn to drop
to my knees. Or, at the very least, drop to one knee. I
did just that, then reached out and gently massaged both of
her immaculate legs with my hands. Eventually, I found the
need to kiss them. I trailed my tongue over and across her
thigh, and even nibbled oh-so-tenderly upon her kneecap. I
slid one hand upward, squeezing and prodding her tight ass.
Using both hands, I slowly but surely nudged her little
G-string down until it fell harmlessly to the floor in a
circle around her bare feet. I was rewarded for my efforts
with the sight of the sweetest, prettiest pussy in all of
the world. I just had to lean forward and gently kiss it.
"How's my honey?" I asked, staring at that little pussy.
Kristanna decided to remove the black bra that she was
wearing herself. She cupped and squeezed each of her modest
breasts with her hands as I was still on bended knee in front
of her. "Yew da naughty one, Jeremy. But I like yew."
"Lay down on the bed for me."
She obliged, but only after leaning over and planting a
sensuous kiss upon my lips. Kristanna groaned and sighed
seconds later when, flat on her back, she spread her thighs
for me. Wow, I said inwardly. Her pussy was beautiful.
"All I need now is a fork and one of those big napkins,"
I grinned, my eyes transfixed upon her womanly treasure.
"This is the best all-you-can-eat buffet in the world!"
"Eat as much of it as yew vant," Kristanna giggled. "Yew
know I love it ven yew eat me pussy, Jeremy, but yew do not
do it enough. Eat as much of it as yew vant, ya."
I smiled. "I may just go all night, then."
Kristanna groaned once again, this time as I extended my
tongue and swiped it over the full length of her exquisite,
velvety slit. I used fingers from my left hand to part
those lush folds, then inserted my tongue for a taste. She
was, as you may imagine, absolutely delicious.
As I soon began to concentrate on the most sensitive flap
of skin any woman has - the clitoris - I embedded a pair of
fingers into Kristanna's depths and kept them there for now.
My tongue was fast and furious as it licked and dabbed away
at her clitoris. I did feel like tasting her all night...
Showing her true appreciation for my oral work, Kristanna
sought my right hand with her left, and squeezed tightly.
She was not about to let go of it, either, as I worked her
pussy into more of a frenzy with every passing second. "Oh,
Jeremy... Jeremy..." Squirming about, she arched her neck
and back high in response to my handiwork. "Yes, Jeremy..."
"You're the best friend anyone could ever have," I told
her. "I'd do anything for you... Missy Krissy. Anything."
"And I vould do anyding for YEWWWWW..." the blonde sighed,
as I increased the speed and tempo of my probing tongue. In
addition, I was jamming two fingers in-and-out of her pussy
at a rather frenetic pace.
Once Kristanna began to squeal and grunt, I knew I was
guiding her along the right path. It would not be too long
before I brought her to an orgasm. I would enjoy watching
it happen just as much as she would enjoy experiencing it.
When Kristanna's entire body seemed to tighten up all at
once, I thrusted two fingers into her pussy one final time,
and burrowed my tongue in quite deeply as well. Kristanna
put a vice-tight grip upon my head with her long, slender
legs, and screeched out at the very top of her lungs.
I lapped up the delicious passion fruit of her release
with my probing tongue. Only once her orgasm had crested
and then began to fade away did Kristanna loosen the grip
upon my head with her muscular, yet doe-like thighs.
My thirst temporarily quenched, I slid my head upward
and came to a stop once Kristanna and I were at eye level.
We exchanged smiles, then I gave her a kiss on the lips.
"I know yew are going to hate me for dis, Jeremy," the
Norwegian frowned. "But I be really tired. I vas on da
airplane for 20 hours today, at least." Her frown widened
as she added, "I need to get some sleep."
I chuckled at her. "You think I want to have sex all
night long with you? Is that why you think I'll hate you?"
"I do not DINK yew vant to have sex vid me tonight," she
countered, grinning. "I KNOW yew vant to have sex vid me."
She giggled and added, "Yew nasty pervert..."
I smiled down at her. "Look who's talking."
Kristanna even let out a little whimper of a cry. "I am
so sorry, Jeremy. But I am beat. I need some rest. Maybe
yew and I can have sex some odder time, ya?"
"We have nine more weeks," I reminded her. "The most
time you have ever spent with me on the island was 11 days
in a row. Remember that? Last year? Anyway, I am really
looking forward to spending all this time with you, Krissy."
"How could I miss being around so many beautiful women?"
she cooed. "Dis is like dream-come-true for girl like me."
I slipped both arms around her lithe body in an embrace
and smiled once again. "You can go to sleep, fine. But I
get to hold and caress your body all night long."
"Oooooh... I have no problems vid dat!"
* * *
"Kristanna and I have been good friends for four years,"
I said to the entire group the following morning, as all
eight of us were gathered together at the dining room table.
"Four very LONG years," Kristanna snickered, nibbling on
her breakfast meal (bacon and eggs). "I am used to having
an open sandwich vid butter and jam, and slices of meat or
cheese for breakfast. And milk from da cows."
"Are you complaining about Louisa's cooking?" I asked.
"Oh no," Kristanna replied, shaking her head. "I dink
Louisa is a great cook. Just telling yew and all da odders
vat it is dat I am used to... dat is all."
She focused her attention upon the girls and added, "But
yes, Jeremy and I have been friends for four years. How I
lasted dis long vid him as me friend is, how yew say, beyond
comprehension." Kristanna laughed at her own words, letting
all of the ladies know that she was simply joking around.
That was good. Kristanna should rarely be taken seriously.
"How did you and Jeremy meet, Kristanna?" Devon asked.
"I vas visiting inca ruins in Peru with me family. Momma
and Papa alvays vanted to tour Machu Picchu. One day I met
Jeremy in da village outside da temple. He vas touring dere,
too. Ve started talking and I decided to stay an extra veek
after me parents vent home. I vent to dis island vid Jeremy
and fell in love vid da place."
"And ever since then," I chimed in, "Kristanna and I have
been the best of friends. She has probably been here to see
me 40 or 50 times over the past four years."
"What is Machu Picchu?" Stephanie inquired. "I think I
have heard of it before, but don't know exactly what it is."
"It's an ancient city located high in the mountains in
Peru," was my response. "It is nothing more than stone
ruins now, of course, but it is a national treasure and is
protected by the government. But people can visit and take
tours. The area around it is very, very beautiful."
"Machu Picchu is vat got me interested in archeology,"
Kristanna offered. "I study it at university in California."
"You seem to get around," Pamela grinned. "This island,
Norway, California. You must be a world traveler."
"I have many... frequent flyer miles," Kristanna laughed.
"Machu Picchu sounds like an interesting place," Stephanie
mused. "Would it be too much to ask, Jeremy, if you were to
take us on a little side-trip to it before the summer ends?"
"Not at all," I answered, shaking my head. "There are
many things to see and do in Peru - especially the capital
city, Lima. We'll talk about trips in the future."
Lindsay raised her hand and offered me a shy, sheepish
expression when I nodded my head at her. Despite losing her
virginity to Trish just two nights ago, it was great to see
that Lindsay still retained her shy and humble nature. It
was one of the things that I found most appealing about her.
"I was just wondering," Lindsay murmured, "about who will
be Kristanna's room-mate? All of us already have room-mates
and I can't imagine you letting her stay all by herself."
"Maybe Jeremy will be her room-mate," Trish speculated.
"They did stay together last night, you know."
"Kristanna CANNOT keep Jeremy all to herself," Devon
insisted, which made me smile. I liked that attitude.
"Actually, to let yew in on a secret," Kristanna mused,
"da idea is for Jeremy to spend da night vid a different
girl every night. Like rotation system... yew know? Den I
stay vid room-mate dat is vid Jeremy."
"That sounds really interesting!" Stephanie grinned.
"I want to stay with Jeremy tonight," Amy claimed, her
tone uneven. "I haven't had a cock in what... a couple of
days?" My body shivered with erotic sensations as Amy then
added, "I'll explode soon if I don't get some cock."
"A couple of days for you without a cock?" Pamela grinned.
"I'm surprised you can last a couple of HOURS without one."
* * *
Wanting to help Louisa, the 76-year-old housekeeper, I
began to clear the dinner table of all dishes and trays
after our breakfast meal had concluded. Amy, who worked as
a waitress in her suburban Cincinnati hometown, decided to
pitch in and help me with the clean-up too. Trish also lent
a helping hand, which was a pleasant surprise.
Devon, Kristanna, Lindsay, Pamela and Stephanie all said
they were going to change into their bikinis and then go
down to the beach for a day of fun and swimming. After the
dishes were taken care of and the formal dining room was
spic and span, Amy said that she was going to join them.
The insatiable red-head planted a kiss both Trish's cheek
and mine, then smiled and sashayed off to her room to change.
At least that was where I thought she was going...
Like all of the other ladies, I hated for Amy to leave,
but LOVED to watch her go. What a magnificent ass! She
wore a pair of cut-off denim shorts, which clung tightly to
that shapely ass of hers, accentuating its gorgeous shape
and erotic firmness to the greatest extent.
As I watched the 28-year-old strut away, I paid special
attention to that wondrous backside. Amy's lush, round ass
jiggled and twitched seductively with each and every step,
her hips swaying from side to side in an exaggerated fashion.
She was giving Trish and yours truly a little tease show.
"I think there goes my real breakfast," Trish offered, her
green eyes also trained upon Amy until she soon disappeared
around the corner. "Yum..."
"Trish!" I openly scorned her, albeit playfully. I shook
my head and added, "What's the deal, sweetheart? Aren't you
going to join the others down at the beach, too?"
"I will eventually," Trish said, smiling, her expression
somewhat suggestive as she looked at me. I then remembered
what happened just two nights ago when Trish took Lindsay's
virginity. The images were still very fresh to me. I could
not get them out of my mind. Not that I wanted to, you know.
I watched the encounter two more times just this morning
(with the help of the voyeur room archives). Kristanna even
got down on her knees and gave me a slow, loving blowjob as
I sat at the panel, watching Trish make love to Lindsay.
I was, as a result of how she treated Lindsay that fabled
night, extremely attracted to Trish. And why not?
Soft green eyes and a lovely, cover-girl face gave Trish
an innocent edge to her otherwise sex machine of a body. At
5-foot-4 and 118 pounds, not only was Trish very physically
fit, but she was also incredibly voluptuous, too.
A fitness instructor in the Toronto area, Trish could
easily pass as a centerfold model in an adult magazine. She
had all of the qualifications for it, too. Not only was the
blonde supremely stacked, with that beautiful face of hers
to boot, but she also had a smile which could brighten even
the darkest of rooms. Trish could really be a super-model
if she wanted to give the profession a try.
But the 27-year-old also had a charming personality and
infectious attitude which drew others to her. I found myself
thinking this about all of the ladies here, but it was the
truth. All of them were very friendly and easy-going. The
only one who seemed to have any sort of an edge about her
was Amy, but that can be discussed at a later time.
As for Trish, that smile of hers was what always got me.
Instead of calling it `pretty' or `lovely', let me say that
Trish's smile could best be described as `genuine'. It was
beautiful, indeed, but Trish seemed to convey a series of
good vibes and positive emotions through her smile. It was
the type of smile which clearly indicated that she was a
warm-hearted and loving kind of woman.
Trish also seemed to posess a certain sense of poise and
confidence about herself that I also found very attractive.
She was not confident in an arrogant way, or even an outgoing
way. Rather, Trish's confidence was subtle and mostly hidden
below the surface. I could tell just from watching her this
whole week that Trish was a go-getter; she was goal-oriented
and strived for nothing but the best in life. I liked that.
That was, of course, my type of woman.
"I remember from your profile that you are a big-time fan
of professional hockey," were my words for Trish, wanting to
strike up a conversation. "Correct?"
"Oh yes," she responded. "I love my hometown team - the
Maple Leafs. I've been to a ton of their games over the
years. You know that us Canadians just love our hockey."
I grinned at her. "I'm not much of a hockey fan, but I
always heard that you actually have to go to a game instead
of watching the sport on television to fully appreciate it.
Then, after going to a game, you are hooked on it."
Trish nodded her head. "Yes, that's true. If we were in
Canada, Jeremy, I'd offer to take you to a Leafs' game. Too
bad they flamed out in the playoffs this year..."
"I'm more a baseball, basketball and football sort of
person," I told her. "Professional, that is. I have my
favorite baseball and football teams in Cincinnati, and
then for basketball, the Lakers from Los Angeles."
"You used to live in those places, right? That is what
Devon was telling me and Lindsay yesterday."
"Ohio for 12 years, New Jersey for six, California for
four, with a short spell in Oregon, and then the last seven
on this beautiful island." I chuckled before adding, "You
know that Lindsay and Amy are from the same county where I
lived in Ohio? I would call it a coincidence, but it's
really not. One of the reasons why I chose Lindsay and Amy
was because they, along with me, are from the same area."
"Amy lives more in the city while Lindsay is out in the
country, on a farm," Trish said. "That is what Devon was
telling me, at least. They live 15 miles apart."
I nodded my head. "Lindsay is from a really small town.
That is why, I think, she seems so shy and reserved."
Trish flashed that remarkable smile once again. "I like
Lindsay just the way she is. That girl is the sweetest
little thing that I have ever seen." She giggled and added,
"I want to take Lindsay home and play with her for 60 years."
"Devon and I were walking together on the beach Wednesday
night, and saw you and Lindsay sharing a blanket together."
"You did?" she gushed. "You should have stopped by and
said hello. We were roasting marshmellows over a bon-fire."
I grinned at her. "We didn't want to disturb you."
"You wouldn't have disturbed us at all," Trish countered.
"I was telling Lindsay all about stars and constellations...
that's all. I've always been fascinated with astronomy.
When I was little, 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. Back then, my father
would point out the stars and tell me their names. Anyway,
I was telling Lindsay all about them that night."
"Tell me about your family, dear."
Trish smiled again. "There is my mom and dad, and I have
two younger sisters. Christie is 26 - one year younger than
I am - and Melissa is 17." She hesitated before continuing,
"It seems kind of strange because Lindsay is only 18. I
always think that Melissa is so young and immature. But I'm
in love with someone just a year older than she is." Trish
flashed another smile. "Christie looks exactly like I do."
I laughed. "I don't know if I could survive two of you."
"What do you mean?" she asked, twirling several strands
of her long-flowing blonde hair around a fingertip.
"You're a very beautiful, very smart and kind-hearted
woman," I answered. "If your sister looks just like you
do, and more importantly ACTS like you do... I might have a
heart attack. You're enough temptation for me as it is by
youself. Two of you would blow my senses."
"Oh... that's so sweet," Trish cooed, batting her eyes.
I took a step back and smiled at the amazing beauty that
was Trish. She wore a little pair of red spandex shorts,
which ended several inches above her kneecaps. Her red top
was equally body-hugging as well. It was very tight with a
deep, plunging neckline, maximizing the appearance of her
formidable cleavage. She also wore a pair of white sneakers
and matching socks. Lastly, Trish had a white sweatband
tugged across her forehead, with the crimson-red Adidas logo
remaining visible to fully compliment her athletic attire.
Indeed, I was very attracted to this beautiful woman.
And that attraction was multiplying by the second.
"Have you ever been to my country, Jeremy?"
I nodded my head. "Yes, I have. It was in 1995, if I'm
not mistaken. I had a business meeting all afternoon, then
caught a baseball game that night at the SkyDome."
Trish flashed that golden smile of hers once again. "You
should have come and seen me back then, Jeremy. If it was
in the spring or summer of 1995, I was only 18. I would have
loved to catch a Blue Jays' game with you."
"Unfortunately, I did not know you back then," I grinned.
"Else... I would have gladly took you to the game." If I did
know Trish in 1995, I said inwardly, she and I may very well
be married right now. I could easily envision that...
"What has happened thus far during these six days is much
different than what I expected," Trish admitted.
"What do you mean?"
"I fully expected you to have all of us in some sort of
non-stop orgy by now. With all of the money that you're
paying us, I was really expecting nothing less. I thought
you would be some sort of big-shot playboy type of guy."
"I might still turn out to be that way," I countered,
shrugging my shoulders in an innocent fashion.
"I don't think so," Trish grinned, shaking her head.
"You seem entirely too nice and sweet to be a pervert. I
think you're a good guy who has some naughty fantasies.
That is what this whole thing is about."
I laughed softly. "I shall take that as a compliment.
Tell me, Trish. Is this a complaint of yours? Do you WANT
to be in an orgy right now, and for me to be a pervert?"
She shook her head again. "No, not at all. I'm glad that
you're allowing us, as you said earlier in the week, to go at
our own pace. Thank you, Jeremy. Thank you."
"Your comfort is my goal," I reminded her. "That is my
motto for these ten weeks. If you are not comfortable,
Trish... or any of the others are not comfortable for that
matter, then I'm not accomplishing my goal. Very simple."
Smiling, Trish leaned upward and planted a simple kiss
upon my cheek. I was not expecting it from her and thus, I
now found myself blushing beet-red. Trish's smile became
even brighter as she gauged my heartfelt, genuine reaction.
"Thank you for making this a lot easier than it should
be," she said, leaning up and kissing my cheek again.
"You're welcome," I told her, still somewhat embarrassed.
I touched my face with my right hand, then looked at it for
several seconds. I could not believe Trish had kissed me.
Of course, I was not complaining about it. No way...
Trish giggled and pointed toward the dining room exit.
"I better get going if I want to catch up with the others
before they all hit the beach. Why don't you join us,
Jeremy? Maybe we can have a big cook-out there later on?"
"Sounds like a plan," I grinned. "I'll be down in a bit.
I need to change into my swimming trunks."
"I need to change too," Trish squealed, before smiling
once again. "See you at the beach?"
When I nodded my head, Trish waved her hand at me and
then turned to walk away. Just like moments ago with Amy,
I hated for Trish to go... but LOVED to watch her leave. I
fully appreciate a round, firm ass encased in spandex...
* * *
"God..." I moaned a short time later, my body full of
sexual anxiety, as I made my way into my personal suite.
"What a woman," I added, shaking my head. Trish was the
one now at the forefront of my thoughts - and for good
reason. She was a goddess! I wanted the opportunity to
get to know her on a much more personal level.
As I turned the corner and was about to whisk my shirt
off, I suddenly froze up, and my eyes nearly exploded at
what they saw in front of me.
Lounging upon my own bed was the wicked Amy, who did
not have a single stitch of clothing on her fabulous body.
Perched upon her side, she propped her head up with an
elbow and offered me a beguiling smile, while using her
other hand to massage the cleft between her creamy thighs.
"What are you doing here?" I managed to get out, admiring
her flame-red hair as it was braided in a stylish way. Not
only was I surprised with Amy's mere presence, but my heart
was suddenly beating at a rapid rate of speed. Indeed, what
was Amy doing here right now? I thought she was going down
to the beach with the others. That was what she claimed.
One of my house rules was that no one was allowed into my
personal suite without my explicit permission. Obviously, I
did not invite Amy to come waltzing in here this morning.
Thus, I was seething inside. I was angry. Beside myself.
But of course, I would never let Amy know my true feelings.
I refused to display any sort of negativity around her. I
was not the type of person to express any dissatisfaction
while in the presence of beautiful ladies - especially to
those who were on my island. I was just happy that all of
them were here. The last thing I wanted to do was make the
group of ladies angry at me. The best way to avoid that, I
figured, was to always give in and do whatever they wanted.
"Aren't you happy to see me, Jeremy?" the 28-year-old said
in her most sultry voice. "You're not mad that I invited
myself into your room this morning... are you?" Giggling,
Amy flipped over and then rose up to her hands and knees.
Facing away from me while looking over her shoulder, Amy
flaunted that spectacular ass of hers for my adoring eyes
and cooed, "Want to spank me for being a bad girl?"
Needless to say, those words caused a full-blown erection
to quickly form within my trousers. Amy grinned and wiggled
her ass some more at me as I first choked, then finally got
out, "I thought you were going to the beach with the other
girls? And we already agreed you would stay with me in my
bed tonight. Can't... can't you wait until then?"
"I don't want to wait until later tonight because I need
you RIGHT NOW," she told me, which sent absolute shivers
shooting right down my spine. My God...
I gulped my throat at the mere idea as my shaft now began
to bulge and ache within the confines of my trousers. Amy,
of course, spotted my predicament with her pretty green eyes
and smiled in response. "Need some help?"
"You girls are really going to give me a heart attack..."
Amy turned to face me upon the bed, then lowered herself
to a seated position upon her knees. She massaged one of
her full breasts with a hand and cavorted, "Well, if you do
have a heart attack, at least you'll have it with a smile on
your face." I let out an erotic sigh as she then added, "My
body is your playground, Jeremy. Use me as you see fit."
I took a deep breath and said, "If you put it that way..."
I lunged at Amy upon the bed and met her mouth with my
very own for a slow, languid kiss. Both of us moaned with a
mixture of sheer lust and desire as our tongues met between
our pressed mouths. I stabbed at her tongue with my own,
then slid it in erotic circles over and across hers. My
hands then trailed down her naked, slender back, and soon I
patted her tight, wondrous ass with both of them.
"Are you going to fuck me yet?" Amy asked, an expression
upon her face which indicated that she was hoping.
I laughed at her words and replied, "It's good to see
that you realize what it is that you want. I could never
turn down such a request. How? What position?"
Amy smiled and answered, "Doggie-style, of course!"
I smiled at her energetic response and offered her another
deep-rooted kiss upon the lips. An instant later, Amy backed
away from me upon the bed and flipped over - onto her hands
and knees. She wiggled that shapely ass before my admiring
eyes once again and cooed, "Come on, Jeremy. Come fuck me!"
I took yet another deep breath and sighed, then literally
ripped my trousers down and off. My briefs went next, and
then I joined Amy on the bed and settled in directly behind
her upon my knees. I fisted my cock and prepared to enter
her pussy in her desired manner - the doggie-style position.
"Hmmmmm," she moaned, her head rolling about, as I latched
onto her hips with both hands and squeezed tightly. I nudged
my bulging erection between her asscheeks and held it there
for quite some time, but then guided its swollen tip directly
into her tender, sweet pussy. Amy tensed with sheer desire
as I did so, curling her neck backward and sighing.
"Oh yeah... that feels good," Amy purred, a smile upon
her enchanting face as she glared over her shoulder at me.
"Oh yeah, Jeremy... fuck me." Her expression tightened as
she added, "Fuck me, Jeremy. Come on... fuck me. Fuck me!"
I moaned as well, gulping my throat, as the entire length
of my cock had now vanished into the confines of Amy's slit.
Not a trace of it could be seen; my testicles were stuffed
hard upon her quivering ass. And guess what? It felt GREAT!
"Fuck me," Amy reiterated, her tone becoming more heated
and impatient. "Come on, Jeremy. I've been waiting for you
to fuck me again since Tuesday. Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!"
With those words, I took a deep breath and began thrusting
away at the velvety folds of her pussy.
Knowing that Amy preferred her sex to be on the physical
side, there was no need to be slow or gentle to start things
off with her. Within a matter of seconds, my hips were
churning about at full-speed as I blasted my cock in-and-out
of her wondrous pussy. Best of all, Amy was already yelping
and screaming out in response. Of course, I was, too.
My senses were flaring with intense passion as I looked
down at the sight of my cock as it entered, exited and then
re-entered Amy's pussy in a constant cycle. I clutched her
magnificent ass with both hands, mauling its firm flesh, as
my body was alive with pure, unadulterated arousal.
"Come on, Jeremy!" she roared, looking over her shoulder
at me once more. "Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me HARDER!"
I would have loved to follow through on Amy's request,
but that would be impossible. How could I drill her any
harder than this? My thrusts were quick and powerful, as
my cock blazed a trail deep within the confines of her slit.
It felt as though Amy's pussy was clutching my shaft like it
was a fist, and did not want to let go. I was giving her
everything I had, yet she still wanted more...
"Come on, Jeremy!" Amy demanded, her eyes narrow, as she
still glared back at me. "Fuck me harder than this! Pound
me with your big cock! Hurt me with it! OHHHHH... come on!
YOU KNOW I LIKE IT HARDER THAN THIS, JEREMY! _COME ON_!"
I shook my head at her words, wondering how she could
possibly even ask me to be anymore rough or physical with
her. I was using every last ounce of strength within my body
to hammer her as it was. I was just one man - not an army!
My body was like a machine as my hips pistoned themselves
in a continual back-and-forth motion. I gulped my throat as
the sensations slowly but surely began to overwhelm my mind.
I hesitated for an instant in mid-thrust to compose myself,
and get a second wind. Then, I reached the final stretch.
At least Amy wasn't begging me to pound her any harder as
I gave one final effort to blast her pussy with a series of
intense thrusts. The red-head was now screaming out her
lust, pounding a fist upon the bed, as I pummeled her in the
doggie-style position. I only had a few more seconds...
"OH YES!" she roared, seeming to sense my predicament.
"CUM INSIDE ME, JEREMY! CUM INSIDE MY PUSSY! FILL IT!"
Those words pushed me over the proverbial edge.
After burying my cock all the way inside her pussy, I
screamed out in absolute desire as I experienced one of my
more intense orgasms in quite some time. I could feel the
sperm gushing outward from the tip of my cock, filling and
flooding her womb like only it could. I teetered on the
very brink of madness, and felt for an instant or two that I
would pass out from this very extreme level of pleasure.
At the same time, however, Amy seemed to let herself go
as well. She pounded both fists upon the mattress and
screamed out in orgasmic passion, only for her curvaceous
body to then go limp seconds later.
In the aftermath, I collapsed on top of Amy in a (very)
satisfied heap, my cock still embedded within her pussy.
My breathing was quite ragged and labored, and my heart was
beating at a rapid pace. Still, I caressed her beautiful
ass with my right hand and planted a kiss upon the back of
her neck. It looked marvelous, being on display, with her
red hair all nice and braided up. I kissed her neck again.
"You're incredible, Amy..."
The enchantress grasped my right hand and pulled it to
her mouth, then kissed it. She licked and swiped away at
my index finger, saying, "Hmmmmm, yes. I needed that."
"Are you going to the beach at all?" I asked, breathless.
"I'd rather be here - with you," Amy answered, leisurely
licking my index finger with her tongue. She then brought
the back of my hand to her forehead and held it there, while
also sighing gently. "No one will ever love you more than I
could, Jeremy." My eyes wide, Amy kissed my hand and added,
"All I want anymore is for you and me to be together..."
<<<- End of Part 7 ->>>
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"Island Paradise"
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