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Labor Day - Salvation and Enlightenment 
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Vivian fell asleep pretty quickly. Not that I blamed her: I
was pretty tired myself. But at least having the first watch
gave me time to think.

After everything we'd been through that day, being naked for
swim team seemed like a pretty small problem. Being naked
still felt odd, but I was getting used to it. The boat, the
restaurant, the beach, strolling around the town of Oval
Point: being naked for any of them hadn't really mattered a
whole bunch. The incredible fact was that most people just
didn't seem to care. The biggest issue was in my own head.

Trying to save the boat had been a bonehead decision. Vivian
was right: You don't risk human life to save an object. But
why did she jump in to save me, and then discard her
lifeline? It was so unlike my previous opinion of her! Did
she really like me that much? Was there a helping nature
hidden under that facade?

Surviving our time in the lake was sheer luck. We could very
easily have been swamped by a wave, exhausted by exposure,
or never drifted near land.

Now? Surely the lake was too populated for us to remain
stranded long. We were almost certainly in the national
forest and wildlife preserve, which was wilderness and off-
limits. But eventually, someone would pass by.

Vivian? I felt I understood her much better now, but I
wasn't sure I could help her, or even try. She was certainly
high-maintenance, and probably not high-payback.

 From time to time I saw small animals in the shadows, but
none came near our camp. It got a little chilly and I was
able to pee in the bushes rather than the lake.

After what seemed like two hours, I woke Vivian.

"Your turn," I informed her.

"Mmmf. Did you peek?"

"No, I was a perfect gentleman."

"I bet you were, Yonson, I bet you were. OK, how long were
you up?"

"About two hours. I burned five logs."

"OK. Do I have to promise not to peek?"

"You can if you want. I'm not going to be checking up on
you." And with that, I was out.

I took a watch in the middle of the night, then another just
before dawn. Once there was sufficient light, I started
gathering more logs. By the time Vivian woke, I had enough
firewood to last until noon.

"Any of those rations left, Yonson?"

"Dried biscuits, little hot dogs in a can, canned pudding,
some small stuff."

"Whadja do with the tampons and condoms?"

"Gave `em to the forest animals."

"Give me a biscuit and a pudding."

"OK, here. I'm gonna take a walk down to the lake."

"Can you wait for me?"

"OK," I replied, opening a can of little hot dogs.

After we finished eating, we made out way down to the stream
bed and washed ourselves. I'm not sure why Vivian couldn't
have gone herself; she didn't try anything with me. The sun
was coming up warm and the sky was clear. It was going to be
a beautiful day.

Back at the camp, I tried throwing leaves on the fire to
make more smoke. It worked pretty well for a while. At
least, all the smoke didn't blow into the trees.

"So, Yonson. I guess you're pretty sure you're going to
college next year."

"Yep. I'd like to do it on a scholarship but I'll go
anyway."

"Have you picked a major?"

"Not really. Phys Ed, maybe. Aeronautics."

"How do you do that? Pick a major, I mean."

"It's just a subject you like well enough to make a life of
it."

"I have no idea what subject I'd like. Just a nice car, nice
apartment, and security."

"Nice clothes?"

"I don't know about that. I'm makin' my mind up year to
year."

"What about this year?"

"Don't own any clothes; don't feel like buyin' any. What you
see is what you get."

"You can take a test, you know. To find some subjects you
might like."

"Oh yeah? Where?"

"You talk to the college counselors: Ms. Watt or Mr. Weir."

"They both hate me."

"Nadia thinks they hate her, too. She thinks it's because
she doesn't wear a blouse."

"Well, if Nadia freaks `em out, I'm gonna freak `em out
worse."

"You can probably find the same tests on the Web."

"That fire could use another log and some more leaves. My
turn," Vivian said. She got up to feed the fire and I laid
back to watch the clouds and rest.

I was just getting mellow when Vivian stepped across me and
sat on my stomach.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I was thinking about that good time we had last night."

"What about it?"

Vivian said nothing but she began gently stroking my abs my
ribs, my nipples. Then she took my hands and put them on her
hips. She ground her pussy against my abs a little bit,
releasing a wisp of feminine scent. Gently I caressed her
hips, her thighs, her inner thighs.

Suddenly she leaned forward, pressing her lips and her
nipples against mine. We worked our jaws and our lips,
smelling each other's steamy breath. I stroked her back, her
butt, her sides, her breasts. My ever-hard cock was pressed
between us, growing even harder as we rocked.

Vivian rose to her knees, slid back, and began descending
onto my cock. I jumped as her vagina enveloped the head,
then gasped in ecstasy as she slowly absorbed the shaft. The
whole time she was gently rocking her hips, and flexing and
releasing her pussy walls. I grabbed her thighs, then worked
my way toward her mound.

She was fully on me as my fingers reached her clit.
Rhythmically and in unison we ground at each other's sex.
With pressure building, I watched Vivian's trembling mouth
pulsate as she breathed deeper and deeper. Her eyes were
squeezed shut and watering. Then, as I felt myself starting
to cum, I closed my own eyes and pressed harder on her
delicate folds.

The first pulse was enormous. The second was larger. Then
they became more rapid, almost continuous. I could feel the
fluid entering Vivian's slot and flowing back out. Then
Vivian gasped, moaned, and screamed in quick succession. We
were almost completely unaware of our surroundings. Then, as
I started to ebb, the earth seemed to move. I sensed a deep
roar and a strong sudden wind.

I opened my eyes and instantly became disoriented. Something
large was hanging over us: something with NewsChannel 17
painted on the bottom!

"This can't be happening," I uttered as Vivian rolled off of
me. Then, before we could move, the chopper landed and two
people came running out: a cameraman in a coverall and a
news reporter wearing a very fancy hairdo, elaborate makeup,
and running shoes. Standing just to one side of us, she
began speaking in to her microphone:

"This is Wendy Ahern of NewsChannel 17 reporting live from
Dhrystone Lake," she began breathlessly. "Stay with us to
learn if these are the two students reported missing in
yesterday's storm. But first, this announcement."

A third man had emerged from the helicopter with a
clipboard. "You kids OK?" he asked.

"How long have you been filming?"

"Oh don't worry, we got it both live and on tape. We got a
great story and some great footage, here, You kids are going
to be famous. Oh, here we go."

"Wendy Ahern back at Dhrystone Lake for NewsChannel 17," the
reporter began. "We've just landed near the two young people
you've been watching."

Suddenly, Ahern pointed the microphone at Vivian and me, and
the cameraman zoomed in. I began to wonder just how much cum
we were wearing, then Ahern started her interview.

"Are you Adam Jonson and Vivian Vivichelli, and were you
swept away from the Thatte cottage in yesterday morning's
storm?"

"That's right, on both counts," I replied. The sun was in my
eyes.

"Do you know that you traveled fifteen miles over open water
to reach this spot?"

"No, we only know that the wind and the waves propelled us
for hours, and that we held each other above water."

"Two young lovers bound together in dangerous circumstances,
each depending on the other for survival," gasped Ahern.
"What a story! That's what America is all about, viewers.
How long have the two of you been stranded here?"

"A little less than a day," I replied.

"Two lovers stranded on an remote and isolated shore, ladies
and gentlemen. It looks like you didn't waste any time
living out the fantasy!"

"Most of the time we gathered wood and tended the fire," I
explained.

"We only did it twice," Vivian interjected. "Once last night
and once this morning."

"Survival in the wilderness," beamed Ahern. "The passion of
propagation. The spirit of the American pioneer, right here
at Dhrystone Lake. Well, stand up, the two of you! Meet our
viewers!"

So we stood up. Vivian was a total mess from her waist to
her knees. I had a little less on my abs, more on my thighs.
Of course, I was still fully erect. We were both dirty from
feeding the fire and rolling on the tarp. The cameraman
seemed to be panning us from head to foot and back again.

"What was the greatest danger you faced here in isolation?"
Ahern asked.

"Well, the stones along the shoreline here are pretty sharp.
They can cut your feet."

"We understand there are dangerous snakes and insects in the
area. Did you encounter any of those?" Ahern asked.

"Un, no, fortunately," I replied. That was spooky.

"Did you have anything to eat?"

"We found some emergency rations in a shack," Vivian
explained. "And matches. That's how we started the signal
fire."

"Ingenuity in extreme circumstances! Decision-making under
pressure! You two are quite a team!" Ahern exclaimed.

"Do you mind if we get cleaned up?" I asked Ahern.

"Not at all. We want to see every aspect of your amazing
existence in this isolated place," said Ahern, mostly to the
camera.

Sure enough, they let us walk down to the stream bed and
bathe in the lake. But the cameraman went right along with
us, sometimes ahead and sometimes behind. It was
embarrassing shaking water off myself in front a TV camera,
I can tell you that. Then, Ahern made us show her the
reflective marker, the ranger shack, our campsite, the
leftover rations, the places where we'd gathered firewood,
and a couple more places that had nothing to do with
anything, except that the TV people liked them. During
commercial breaks I kept asking if they had any clothes I
could wear. They acted like I was speaking Martian.

After about an hour, we all got into the NewsChopper and
headed back to the Channel 17 studios at Wheatfield Beach.
There the makeup people hosed us down, dried our hair, and
went over us head to foot. Fortunately, the makeup was
temporary, and not the thirty or ninety day kind.

Next, several different naked news people interviewed us,
all asking the same basic questions. Then the police and the
forest rangers showed up and made us sign a lot of forms.
They forgave us for being in the national forest and
wildlife preserve, and for starting a fire there. They
warned us, however, that next time we should skip the fire.

Channel 17 finally let us go but as soon as we left their
property, reporters from a half dozen more stations and a
couple of newspapers accosted us. They asked us pretty much
the same questions as Channel 17, but it took them an hour
and a half to do it. It would have gone much faster if each
reporter hadn't insisted on finding a new background scene.

The local electronics supplier gave us new PDAs, the latest
and greatest model, just for putting them on and posing with
his pitchman for an ad. After activating the units, we
called Dan to tell him exactly where we were.

Several lawyers gave us their cards, in case we wanted to
sue the boat maker, the company that built the dock, Dan's
parents, the US Weather Service, the TV station, or the Fish
and Wildlife Department.

Dan, Teah, and Nadia showed up a few minutes later in the
SUV. The three of them couldn't get over what they'd seen on
the news. Everybody hugged each other except the guys, who
shook hands. I asked Nadia for one of my relaxant pills and
she fished the bottle out of her purse.

My mom was there too. She rushed up and gave me the biggest
hug of my life, despite the fact that we were both
completely naked.

"Oh, Adam, I'm so glad you're safe!" she exclaimed.

"Did you bring any clothes?"

"No, I was at the office when they called, and I just left
from there."

"No, I mean clothes for me?"

"How was I to know you needed any? It seems you've gotten
over your embarrassment, though. You looked good on the
news, Adam. And now that I see you in person, well, I like
the way you look."

"Dan says there's a mall here in Wheatfield Beach. Can we go
and at least get some shorts or pants?"

"Bad luck, Adam," interjected Dan. "The mall's closed on
Labor Day."

Mom drove me back to the cottage with Vivian and Nadia in
the back seat. Dan and Teah led the way in the SUV.

En route, I had to recount our adventure once again and
explain why my dick was hard all the time. I hope I didn't
overdo it; for some reason, I was getting a little light-
headed.

Dan's mom and dad were waiting at the cottage, plus his
brother Sean. They were all cleaning up debris around the
yard. The boat was back in its trailer; it had washed up
about five miles down shore, nowhere near the area where
Vivian and I were stranded. I guess that threw off the
search parties for a while. Mr. Thatte said not to worry
about the boat; insurance would pay for most of the repairs.

Ginger, Jasmine, Heather, and Lavi drove up in a
convertible, with Ben squished in the middle. Ginger was
wearing the bikini top this time, and Lavi the bottom.
Ginger, Jasmine, Heather each gave Ben a kiss, told him
they'd had a great time, and urged him to call the next day.
Then Lavi tossed Heather the bikini bottom and the three
girls drove off.

Ben said goodbye to everyone, then went inside for his bag.
He threw the bag into Lavi's back seat, then the two of them
left for home.

I offered my help to Mr. Thatte, since I was enjoying the
cottage when it got messed up. He thanked me, but told me
I'd been through enough. Vivian made arrangements to pick up
her excess bags from Dan's house after school Tuesday.
Hearing that, I quietly told Dan I'd pick up my bag Tuesday
evening.

Because the Thattes wouldn't be driving home for a while,
Nadia and Vivian rode home with Mom and me. The traffic was
heavy, and it took nearly five hours to get home. Of course
we stopped at World Famous Pamela's Pit Stop, and it was
packed, and that cost us another forty minutes.

When we got close to home, Nadia gave my mom directions to
her house. Vivian got out there as well. It was kind of
awkward, but I gave them each a kiss and carried their bags
onto Nadia's porch. Nadia gave me the bottle of relaxants.

We got home at about ten o'clock. My aunt Natasha was
watching the twins, and didn't leave until my mom had
chatted with her a while and expressed many thanks.

I felt really dirty and sweaty after the day's excitement,
so I took a shower before brushing my teeth and going to
bed. I thought about putting on pajamas but I was so beat I
skipped them. I set the alarm for school in the morning,
took another relaxant, and turned off the light. Then my PDA
signaled a call.

"Dan, it's Ginger. I hope it's not too late."

"No, Ginger, what is it?"

"Well, on the way home, we were talking about all the things
that happened this week. And I just want you to know it was
all in good fun. My three cousins and I, you know, we never
intended you to be washed into the lake, or stranded, or
anything like that."

"Heather, Jasmine, and Lavi are your cousins?"

"No, silly. Nadia, Vivian, and Teah."

"Look, Ginger, it's pretty late. Everything's OK. Thanks for
calling."

"Thanks, Adam. Can we talk again? I really like the way you
look."

"I'm sure we will," I assured here. Then I hung up and put
the PDA on silent.

Someone was going to pay. Massively. And soon!

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