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Find. Check out the new MSN Search! http://search.msn.click-url.com/go/onm00200636ave/direct/01/ <1st attachment, "TROPIC06.TXT" begin> (Tropic06.TXT) ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Tropic of Eros" - Chapter 6 of ?? || (M/F, F/F and just about everything else) Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 1998-2004 E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com Chat: http://messenger.msn.com - HighlanderJM@hotmail.com Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/ ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== 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 pretty 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 sexy cleavage. Kristanna, of course, was my friend from Norway. Blessed with a very slender and athletic body, her personality and infectious demeanor matched flawlessly. She had been a ray of sunshine in my life ever since the day I met her some five years ago. Now, Kristanna had finally made her return to the island. I could not be any happier, either... 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. "Da vedder vas so cold and brisk in Oslo last night. But I shed me yacket ven da plane reach Florida. It vas like night and day, Jeremy. Florida be steaming hot!" I grinned 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_, instead of _Jeremy_, to her? Norway was a great 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 a primary reason why all of the other ladies were here on the island in the first place. Without her assistance. I would still be living on this tropic of eros all by myself. Kristanna's travels started last evening in Oslo, Norway, where she boarded an airline flight to Frankfurt, Germany. The 24-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 Kevin). Her family lived outside of Oslo, but Kristanna had also spent some time in California during recent years as a college student. She was majoring in - of all things - archeology. Of course, as I continually gawked at Kristanna, I knew that the other ladies would grow to like her just as much as I did. She was just so nice and friendly, and charismatic. How could anyone not like a woman this beautiful and funny? "Tell me about da udders," was her next comment. "Do yew have a favorite amongst da girls yet?" "I thought I did, but I'm not so sure anymore," was my response. "If you made me pick one right now, I think it would be... Trish. Yes, Trish. I have gone through so many of the girls this week, and flip-flopped between them so many times, that I am going to hold off for awhile before I finally decide who my favorite really, truly is. At various times I have liked Devon, Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy the most. Since yesterday, at least, I am becoming more and more attracted to Trish. Yesterday was... it was... INCREDIBLE." Kristanna smiled at me. "Vat happened yesterday?" "Trish helped me take Lindsay's virginity." "Oh," Kristanna responded, looking a bit surprised. "I still cannot believe that we brought a virgin to the island with us, Krissy. Lindsay is so sweet and innocent. She reminds me somewhat of you when you were 19." "I vas not a virgin ven ve meet each udder back den." "Yes, but you were sweet and innocent." Kristanna smiled at my words as I added, "You still are - just like Lindsay." "But yew like Trish da most now?" I nodded my head. "Yes, right now. But that is subject to change. It can change from minute-to-minute, actually. Of the girls, I think Devon has the biggest crush on me. In fact, I think that goes without saying." "Ahh yes, I remember Devon from da computer," Kristanna mused. "Devon is da pretty blonde from Pennsylvania, no?" I nodded at her as she continued, "From da pictures on yewr computer, I liked Devon da most. She da prettiest. I have to see dem in person, dough, to be honestly sure. So... let me get dis straight. Yew like all of da girls here? Vait a minute... yew name every girl on da island except Stephanie?" "Stephanie is a real sweetheart," I told Kristanna. "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 had a three-some with Trish and Lindsay yesterday. I cannot emphasize enough how incredible it was, Krissy. I had never been with a virgin before. Well, you know that." "Lindsay is da Bible girl if I am not mistaken? She be da one voo really devote herself to its teachings, ya? Da one vid da aspirations of one day getting into da ministry? Yust like her papa? Follow in his footsteps?" I nodded my head. "Yes, that would be Lindsay." "Pamela and Amy... vat are dey like?" "I really like Pamela a lot, Kristanna. And Amy is just the way that the 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 can say that." "I am sorry I could not arrive here earlier," Kristanna frowned, deciding to change the subject. "Had problems vid da passport. Had to get me passport straightened out first." "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 a pair of horses in the stables (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." "And vat about Vincent Van Goat?" I laughed at the mere mention of Kristanna's pet goat. Now that was a cute name for an animal. "He is fine, too. I saw Trish and Lindsay playing around with him on Tuesday. All that goat of yours does is eat, drink, sleep and play." Kristanna tilted her head to the side. "Bow Vow Meow?" Bow Wow Meow! Now _THAT_ is a name - for a cat - which I find to be totally hilarious. "Just fine, dear. I am sure that Bow Wow Meow will be happy to see you again. Before you ask, Hogglesworth the Pig is perfectly fine, too. And those two geckos you have - Geico and Gonzo - are plugging along. I had them out for awhile earlier, playing with them. Jack Rabbit and Bugs Bunny are the same as always." "Let us not forget Da Lambinator!" I laughed and shook my head at Kristanna because of her quirky attitude. "The Lambinator... I had to pay for a veternarian to come out here from the mainland two weeks ago." Kristanna suddenly looked frightened as I continued, "I could tell that Lambinator was sick and not feeling good. The veternarian took a look and said he had an internal parasite. He gave me some medicine, or drenches as I think he called them, and told me to adminsiter them to Lambinator every day for ten days. Apparently, it worked. Lambinator is acting like his old self again." Relieved, Kristanna took a deep breath. "Dat is good. Yew had me vorried dare for a minute. Yew know how much all da animals mean to me, Jeremy. Lambinator is da oldest - age eight - of all da pets I have on da island. Are yew sure dat he is feeling better? Are yew sure dat he is cured?" "The doctor told me what trouble signs to look for," I countered. "I have not seen any of them pop-up yet. You know more about sheep than I do, Krissy. So, you are very welcome to take a look at him once we get to the mansion." She nodded her head. "Yes. I vill look at him." "Lambinator is, as always, in the fenced-in area outside with Vincent Van Goat. They have been getting along good." Needless to say, Kristanna was an animal lover. She had grown up on a humongous farm in Norway which was home to a large variety of animals. Over the five years that she and I had been friends, Kristanna had persuaded me into bringing a large collection of animals and pets to the island. Although they all lived here and I was the one who took care of them, Kristanna still considered all of my pets to be her very own. I had no problem with that. "Bow Vow Meow, yew better be nice to me pussy... cat." I snickered and shook my head because of Kristanna's playful nature. "I'm always nice to your pussy... cat." "Have yew been taking Jack Rabbit and Bugs Bunny out of dare bunny condo so dey can get dare daily exercise?" "Of course," I nodded. "I take the rabbits out of their cage and let them rumble throughout my bedroom for an hour or two each and every day. I also ordered them some new chew toys, and they seem to love them. Keeps them occupied." "Dat is good," Kristanna surmised. "Yew alvays do a great yob ven looking after all me pet animals here, Jeremy." "Thank you, dear." "Did yew buy ATV off-road vehicles for all da girls like I suggested yew should?" I smiled at her. "You bet I did. You gave me a big list and I bought everything on it two weeks ago. Nothing was left out. No expense was spared. Not for these girls." "Vat about me high score on da pinball machine? Is it still dare? Or did yew beat it yet?" Kristanna giggled at her own words. "Vell, of course yew 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 chided. "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 da island? Is all da trouble dat ve vent true really vurd 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 vull 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 soaked and pickled in a lye solution. "Had some lutefisk two nights ago but happy for anudder today. Lutefisk pizza! Yew ordered lefse? I like dat, too." "Of course. You know Louisa will fix whatever we ask her to - even your crazy food. So are you 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. I did have two hot dogs at Miami airport, dough. Big vieners!" I laughed at her. "You like big wieners?" "Da bigger, da better," she grinned. "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." Laughing, I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it again. "I'm so glad you're back where you belong - on this island." "Jeg hører til her med deg, gift." "Kristanna!..." * * * 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 anyone go wrong with a selection of marinated chicken to choose from, as well as freshly baked turkey breast, Angus ribeye 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. 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 much different than what she left behind in Norway (although the past couple of days had been somewhat humid). 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_. 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 is one thing that I have learned from having Kristanna as my friend over the past several years, it is that people in her native country have 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 27-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 a cosmetics clerk. The young woman said that customers - of all ages - were always trying to flirt 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 (30)) would _love_ to get his clutches into her. Devon had no job to speak of, simply because she had quit her position as a project manager for a large corporation in Pennsylvania in order to come to the island. Basically, Devon told her counterparts here at the dinner table the same thing she had said to Stephanie during their first night here (when I eavesdropped on them by way of the voyeur room). Devon felt that she was being cheated and stepped on at her job, as her boss always took the credit for the 80 hours (and sometimes more) of hard work she put in every week. Even though Devon claimed that no one at the company worked harder and more diligently than she did, she said that it seemed as if a promotion would never come her way. Trish had the slimmest of leads in the race for who was my favorite lady from the entire group. She barely edged out Devon, Pamela, Lindsay and Amy. I found myself attracted to the Canadian after having witnessed the tender and loving manner in which she helped me take 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 whom 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 little detail about their lives. I considered the entire group, believe it or not, to be my private 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 Amy's 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 will gladly take all of 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 advanced aerobics class, I wish a big orgy would break out. A lot of the women in that class are 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. Plus, she was a total riot to listen to. 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 24-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 remarked. "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 yust 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. "I dink Devon may very vell be da sexiest voman dat I ever meet. Vat do yew like about her, Jeremy?" "Oh, can I say... everything?" I replied in a serious tone. "I don't know, Kristanna. 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 of the same things that 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. It's just very difficult right now. Devon, Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy, even Stephanie. This is going to be a tough decision." 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 told her, "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 like Devon the most, right? Talk to her." "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 very large sentence, but after realizing it was the same quote (weeks later, with the aid 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, indeed - 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, mind you, but I did not want to reside there, either. I lived there before and had no aspirations of ever returning. Geographics had forever blocked any chance of a real commitment for us. "How is me English?" Kristanna asked, looking hesitant. "I have been vorking super-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 five years that we've known each other." "I could barely speak a lick of English ven ve meet da first time! 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 while everyone is having a cheese sandwich during lunch break, you'd have lefse." "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 helping me write that matchmaker software? 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 at her. "Why do you slip in Norwegian words like that all the time? I cannot understand a single word of it!" "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 means so badly, den 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 shaft. "I am going to treat dis like da 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. "Dare is nudding 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 da next nine veeks vid all dese pretty girls on da island. Dank yew, Mister Jeremy, for letting me be a part of dis. Dough, I did miss nearly a vull 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 dat 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." "Yust do not use a fork on me pussy, please!" I chuckled at her. "I'll try not to." 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 vise-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 be beat. I need some rest. Maybe yew and me can have sex some udder 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. You're going to be my naughty, little co-hort here." "How could I miss being around so many beautiful vomen?" 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 five years," I said to the entire group the following morning, as all eight of us were gathered together at the dining room table. "Five very LONG years," Kristanna snickered, nibbling on her breakfast meal (bacon and eggs). "I am used to having an open sandwich vid butter and yam, 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. Yust telling yew and all da udders vat it is dat I am used to... dat is all." "Butter and yam?" Stephanie asked, confused. Pamela giggled. "I think she meant butter and jam." Kristanna focused her attention upon the girls and added, "Jeremy and I have been friends for five 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 vid 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 dare, 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. Beautiful, beautiful island." "And ever since then," I chimed in, "Kristanna and I have been the best of friends. She has probably been here to see me 60 or 70 times over the past five years." "That's a lot of airline miles!" Devon squealed. "You said it takes 20 hours just to get here by airplane..." "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 observed. "This island, Norway, California. You must be a world traveler." Kristanna laughed. "I have many frequent flyer miles." "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 just two days ago to Trish and yours truly, it was great to see that Lindsay still retained her humble nature. It was the one thing 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. I can't imagine you letting her stay all by herself. Nor can I imagine Kristanna wanting to 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. Devon was very intent on getting her fair share of private and intimite time with me. It was flattering to me. "Actually, to let yew in on a secret," Kristanna cooed, "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 responded. "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!" * * * "Hi Jeremy," Devon greeted me, much later that afternoon, as she approached me here in the hobby room of the estate. Seated in a comfortable lounge chair and glancing through a fitness magazine that I had borrowed from Trish, I looked up at Devon and she smiled at me. "How are you doing?" "I'm doing just fine," I told the beautiful 27-year-old from Pennsylvania in a friendly, melodious voice. I tilted my head at Devon and offered her an inquisitive expression before continuing, "What can I do for you, princess?" Devon giggled at my choice of words. "Hmmmmm... princess. You're not going to stop calling me that, huh?" I shook my head at her. "No, of course not. Why should I? Give me one good reason to stop calling you _princess_." "Because I'm the furthest thing from being a princess..." I shook my head once again and chuckled ever-so-softly. "You know that isn't true, Devon." There was a moment of silence between us until I decided to break it. "Is there something that I can do for you? Is that why you're here?" Devon displayed another bold move on her part by stepping forward and then plopping herself down upon my trusting lap. Even before my mind could register what had just happened, my hands were resting upon either side of Devon's trim waist. It must have been an instinctive reaction for me. Soon, I made eye contact with this enchanting woman and found myself momentarily gasping for breath. Those blue eyes of hers were sparkling and glittering with an obvious attraction for me as Devon offered a sweet, sincere smile. Needless to say, Devon looked absolutely sensational. Dressed in a form-fitting blouse which had flower print designs all over it, the intoxicating shape and outline of Devon's full, firm breasts were emphasized to their fullest extent. The little blouse, which ended at her midriff, also did a wonderful job of showcasing Devon's flat stomach. Plus, Devon wore a sexy pair of hip-hugging denim shorts, as well as pink sneakers and white socks that were rolled down to her ankles. Devon's free-flowing, shiny blonde tresses descended across her slender neck and shoulders in loose, healthy wavelets. This woman was purely captivating! "Actually, there IS a little something that you could do for me," Devon murmured in a soft, sensuous voice, as she wrapped one arm around my shoulder and squeezed generously. Still nestled upon my lap, Devon then placed her lips close to my ear and cooed, "I was hoping, dear Jeremy, that you and I could spend the night together again." "Really?" I asked, somewhat surprised. Devon pulled back and lovingly gazed into my eyes once again. "Most definitely. I had the time of my life with you on Wednesday evening. You made me feel so wonderful." My eyes went wide at that last sentence. "Not only because of how you made my body feel... but also because of how you made my heart feel. You made me very feel special inside." Devon paused and added, "I... I haven't felt that way in a long, long time. Like I was... I was someone special." "Because your last boyfriend did not treat you with the respect and dignity that you deserve?" Devon shook her head as if she did not want to answer that particular question. Instead, the goddess told me, "What was even better for me than spending Wednesday night with you was the next morning, when I woke up in your arms." My spine tingled with a sudden rush of sensations as Devon soon breathed, "Hmmmmm... it was like a dream to me." I choked in response to her preceding comment. "What? Dream? Did you say that it was like a DREAM to you?" Devon nodded. "Yes, definitely. It was awesome. I want to get to know you, Jeremy. I want you to get to know me. I truly believe that we are a lot alike. A lot more alike than anyone else would ever believe. I know this may sound totally insane since we met a mere five days ago... but I think there could be something really special between us. I want to explore it. I want the opportunity." "It doesn't sound insane at all, sweetheart," I countered. "I have those same feelings about you." "Awesome!" Devon gushed, bouncing about upon my lap in a brief instant of glee. "So it is settled? Can I spend the night with you again? It would make me so very happy." "It would make me very happy too," I said, before taking a deep breath. "But, remember... I already promised Amy that she could stay with me in my personal suite tonight." Devon made a face as I went on, "Remember? Amy said that she wanted to spend the night with me at the breakfast table earlier. I said that she could. I cannot go back on my word to Amy, Devon. You know that just as well as I do." Devon let out an exasperated sigh, but then nodded her head in acceptance. "Yes, I know. I forgot that Amy kind of claimed you already for tonight. That was my mistake." Still sitting in my lap, Devon's posture seemed to sag at the unwanted reminder. "What about tomorrow... Sunday? Do you think we could spend some time together tomorrow?" Before I could give her an answer, Devon pressed on by saying, "I don't want it to seem like I am being too pushy or too aggressive with you, Jeremy. It's just... there are so many other girls here right now, and all of them seem to like you. I just want to be your favorite. I want you to think of me as your favorite. You're my... my favorite." "You could never be too pushy or too aggressive with me, dear," I assured her. "Trust me on that. Keep being honest in what you say to me. I love it, Devon. I really do. I have been alone for so long that I welcome a woman who is as open as and as vocal with her feelings like you are. I do." Devon giggled, then frowned the very next instant. "I have confided a couple of things about what has happened thus far between you and me with Stephanie. Please don't tell her I told you that." I shook my head, indicating that I would not break Devon's confidence in me. "Stephanie tells me that I am going too fast with you. I'm speeding with you and in the end, I will crash and burn because of it. She says I am being too open and honest in what I say to you. Even that, what I just said about crashing and burning... that was incredibly honest. But I can't help it. When I like someone, I feel the need to talk, to be honest. I have been this way my whole life. I'm honest to a fault." "There is nothing wrong with telling me how you feel... what you think," I implored. "There are plenty of people throughout the world who, if in my position, would be feel a bit hesitant right now. As you said, you and I have known each other for a short time. Yet you are saying all these personal things to me. That would be too fast for a lot of people. But not me, Devon. Not me at all." She smiled at me as I continued, "I want you to be honest. Pour that loving heart of yours out to me. No matter what you say, you will never scare me, never intimidate me, never spook me. You'll just make me even more interested in you." "I've done this before," Devon fretted. "Been too open and honest in what I say to people. The first boyfriend I ever had was in high school. His name was Tim. One of the reasons we split up was because I confided in him a little too much. What I said at times, it scared him. We were only 17, but I was already talking about marriage." "I'm not Tim," was my simple response. "I'm Jeremy. You can say whatever you want to me, Devon. I welcome it. I appreciate it. Don't listen to Stephanie. She does not know who I am, what I think, what I want. Listen to _ME_." "Okay," Devon nodded, now straightening herself up within my lap. "So what do you say, Jeremy? Would you like to get together with me tomorrow? I would love to have some more private time with you. I mean, if you're interested..." I laughed at her. "Of course I am interested, Devon. The answer is yes." Suddenly, Devon appeared genuinely happy. "Yes, we can plan something for tomorrow." "What are you doing after dinner tonight?" she wondered. "Before Amy comes to visit you?" "Kristanna and I are going to do some more catching up with each other in my suite," I answered. "You know, she and I are such good friends, but I haven't seen her in three whole weeks. In many ways, Kristanna is like a confidant to me. A lifeline, if you will." "I can tell just by being around Kristanna yesterday and today that she cares about you very, very much," Devon said. "But the two of you claim to be nothing more than friends." "Best friends," I corrected her. "You are more than welcome to meet up with us in my personal suite after I clear the dinner table and wash the dishes, Devon. I can guarantee you that Kristanna would love your company." "Really?" "Yes, really." Devon crinkled her nose and shook her head in response. "No, that's okay. Kristanna probably wants that time alone with you as well. As you said, Jeremy, you and her have a lot of catching up to do. Just promise me that we can spend some time together tomorrow, and I will be happy." "If you don't see me anywhere, I'll probably be in my room," I advised her. "Come find me tomorrow afternoon. How does noon sound? That time will be reserved for you." Devon squirmed about within my lap for a moment or two, but then offered that glittering smile and found my lips with her own for a soft, sensuous kiss. Not only was our kiss slow and languid, but it also lasted for several seconds. Devon seemed reluctant once she finally broke it. "Excuse me, Jeremy," came a tender, squealy voice from the opposite side of the hobby room. Devon and I quickly turned our sights upon the source of that voice, who was none other than Lindsay. The wholesome 18-year-old was standing at the entranceway to the hobby room, waving her right hand with quite the apprehensive expression upon her face. "I hope that I am not interrupting anything, but..." Devon, whose lips were no more than three inches from my cheek, took a deep breath and stood up, then backed away from me. Next, she again focused upon Lindsay. "You could never interrupt us, honey," Devon told her. "What's up?" Lindsay flashed Devon that shy, humble smile of hers. What a doll! "I was going to ask Jeremy for a favor." "Oh?" I inquired. "What would that be, dear?" Lindsay looked over at me and smiled yet again. "Trish and I are having problems beating one of the big bosses in _Buffy the Vampire Slayer_ for _X-Box_. We have tried and tried, but cannot get past that level. Trish told me to find you, Jeremy, and ask if maybe you could help us out. You said the other day that you already beat the game." "I beat the game twice," I corrected her. Devon rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated laugh. "Ughhhhh... video games. Not my cup of tea." "It's the part of the game where you play as Faith," Lindsay explained. "We cannot get past the final boss!" "It took me awhile to get past that part too," I mused. "But I eventually made it through. I'll see what I can do for you and Trish, Lindsay. How does that sound?" "Great!" she chirped. "We really need the help!" I glanced over at Devon. "Is it okay with you if I go and give them a hand right now? I know that we were having a nice discussion and all..." "It's fine," Devon mused, grinning at me for emphasis. "I promised Stephanie earlier that I would go on a walk with her before dinner tonight." Devon looked at her wristwatch and added, "I'm supposed to meet her in ten minutes." As I stood up from the chair, Devon stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek. "I guess I'll see you at dinner-time, Jeremy. Have a good time playing video games." "You have a good time with Stephanie. I enjoyed talking with you, princess. Hopefully we can do it again sometime." "Sometime SOON," Devon insisted, before turning and facing Lindsay. "Will you take good care of Jeremy for me, honey? You're not going to wear him out, are you?" "Wear him out?" Lindsay giggled, her cheeks flushing a bright, crimson red. This teen-ager's humble innocence and naive nature were two of her most appealing traits - if you ask me, at least. I absolutely loved to see Lindsay blush! "I just want Jeremy to help me and Trish with Buffy!" "Can I get a kiss before I leave?" Devon inquired, to which Lindsay's eyebrows shot upward. Just 48 hours removed from losing her virginity, I think it is safe of me to assume that the only individuals on the island that Lindsay had kissed thus far were Trish and yours truly. Was she ready to take that step with someone else? Was Lindsay prepared to open herself up to the others, too? Perhaps realizing that she had caught Lindsay off-guard with her bold request, Devon backed off by saying, "Oh... you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to, honey. I shouldn't have said something like that to you. I'm sorry." "No, it's okay," Lindsay murmured. She took a very deep breath, as if to collect her courage, then stepped forward and planted a simple kiss upon Devon's luscious mouth. When it was over, Lindsay slowly backed away and, not surprisingly, was blushing beet-red once again. Devon moaned and smiled at her young friend. "Hmmmmm... that was nice. Thank you, honey. Thank you very much. I hope there is more of where that came from in the future. Much more." As Lindsay blushed yet again, Devon grinned and waved her hand at me, then turned and exited the hobby room. She was off to find Stephanie for their pre-dinner stroll. "Hi sweetheart," I said to Lindsay, closing the distance between us and then giving her a warm embrace. "How is the prettiest 18-year-old girl in all of the world doing?" "The prettiest?" she exclaimed, blushing one more time, as our embrace ended. "Do you really mean that?" "Find me an 18-year-old girl who looks better than you," I challenged her. "You will look your whole life, because you'll never find one. I promise you that." I snuck one arm around Lindsay's firm, slender body, then moved my hand downward and patted that nice, tight ass. Much like Devon, Lindsay had on a pair of denim shorts. She had perhaps the sexiest ass I had ever laid my eyes upon. "Such a doll..." Lindsay closed her eyes for a moment and groaned. "Oh my stars... I love how your hands feel on me, Jeremy." Suffice it to say, but Lindsay was much more comfortable around me (as well as Trish) than she was anyone else at this point in time. Why? Simply because Lindsay had experienced the joys of sex with Trish and yours truly. As far as I was aware of, at least, we were the only ones - _yet_. When I felt a big erection forming within my shorts, I quickly reminded myself of why Lindsay had sought me out on this mid-day afternoon. Before I lost control of myself - which seemed like a real possibility with Lindsay looking so very desirable in front of me right now - I remembered that she had come to me with a request. And, most likely, Trish was waiting for us, too. It was time to fulfill it. "Let's go off to the recreation room and conquer that level in the Buffy game," I said, but only after clearing my throat. Still, my cock was hard - and throbbing. I wanted to sink my clutches into this wondrous, pretty girl and never let her go. She was a complete and total sweetheart. "Trish also wanted me to ask you to bring that fitness magazine you borrowed from her along," Lindsay commented. "Apparently, Trish is not yet finished reading it herself." I gathered the aforementioned magazine from the nearby table and held it up for Lindsay to see. "Off to the recreation room we go, dear. You lead the way." When Lindsay nodded her head and turned to walk away, I smiled inwardly. I was going to keep my eyes glued to that tight, little ass of hers until we reached the elevator on the opposite side of the mansion. Certainly, the scenery during this upcoming walk was going to be most lovely. And when we stepped into the elevator, I would make sure that my curious hands would be all over that precious ass... * * * "Yew verr really gentle and loving vid her," Kristanna commented to me, perhaps two hours later, as we relaxed in the voyeur room together. She and I were watching footage from Thursday night upon the monitor in front of us - when Trish and I took Lindsay's virginity. "Lindsay is such a pretty ding. It must have been special for yew too, Jeremy." "It was very special," I countered, feeling uncomfortable because I had another erection hidden away in my shorts. Watching my red-hot encounter with Trish and Lindsay did the trick. The thought then crossed my mind that my cock needed some attention. Maybe Kristanna could help me out? "It vas also very exciting too, I see," the 24-year-old giggled, motioning toward my crotch with her head. Upon the monitor in front of us, Trish literally begged me to allow her to help place my cock into Lindsay's pussy. When I agreed, Trish was all happy and smiles, and soon did the deed. Kristanna watched intently as I eased my shaft into Lindsay - who was still a virgin at the time - before I began to gently pump and thrust away at her. "Oh my..." was Kristanna's reaction to the footage, even running a hand over and across one of her taut, firm breasts. Kristanna focused upon one of her breasts and began to knead it through the silky blouse she had on. When I was going full-throttle at Lindsay on the screen, Kristanna turned her head and smiled up at me. "I vish yew vould have been da one to take me virginity too, Jeremy!" Although she was being honest and forthright, I could not help but to chuckle at Kristanna's broken English. I cannot emphasize just how much I enjoyed listening to that accent! Kristanna then pointed at the image of young Lindsay and rightfully said, "Dat girl is having da time of her life!" "What do you think, Krissy? I know you have been here less than 24 hours, but what do you think? If you were in my shoes and had to make a decision, who would you pick? Which girl do you think is best for me?" "I dink yew could not go vrong with Devon, Pamela or Trish," she answered. "I like all of dem a lot. I like Devon da most, dough. But I see vy yew like Trish too, Jeremy. Yew said earlier dat she is yewr number-one now. But yew said Pamela is attracted to yew, too." Kristanna smiled and patted me on the shoulder. "Yew have a lot of difficult decisions to make, Mister Jeremy." "What about the others?" "Amy come from broken marriage and admit dat she cheat on her husband tree times in da first year of marriage, She vas telling Devon and me all about it after breakfast earlier. Den she got back togedder vid her husband, but cheat on him again." Kristanna vigorously shook her head and surmised, "Yew do not vant voman like dat to be yewr vife, Jeremy. It almost seem like Amy vas bragging about all dat cheating." I frowned and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't think Amy was ever happy with her husband. That is why she cheated on him. Personally speaking, I think Amy got married way too young. If she could find someone who made her happy, I think Amy would settle down and be a good wife." "I am not telling yew how to live yewr life, Jeremy," Kristanna advised me. "Yew did ask for me opinion. Dat is vat I am giving here. But I hope yew are not entertaining doughts of Amy. She is da one girl here voo has da highest probability of breaking yewr heart. Trust me on dat, ya. Yew could not stand anudder voman breaking yewr heart again." "It's not that I'm thinking of Amy as a possible choice right now," I countered. "It's just... I like to look for the good in everyone." Kristanna nodded her head as I went on, "It just seems to me that if Amy found the right person, it would change her life completely. Her ways, her attitude. Everything. I think she would settle down and be faithful." "Dat is only ding I do not agree vid," Kristanna mused. "I dink Amy is a nymphomaniac voo cannot be corralled. I am not saying dat is bad ding. I yust dink dat yew do not vant to have dat type of voman as yewr vife, Jeremy. As yewr playding or one-night stand, yes, but not yewr vife." "What about Lindsay and Stephanie, dear?" I wondered. "You said I could not go wrong with Devon, Pamela or Trish. We've talked about Amy. What about Lindsay and Stephanie?" "Stephanie is easy," Kristanna said. "Dis is yewr sixth day vid all da girls, and Stephanie is only one voo has not made move on yew yet. Yew have to start vundering if da girl is interested in yew, Jeremy. Yew did tell me avile ago dat Stephanie made move on Devon, Trish and Lindsay so far... but not yew. Plus she does not trust yew, yew said." Kristanna giggled and added, "She be afraid dat yew run... slave camp. I could see yew as dominant Master, Jeremy." Kristanna laughed again. "Dat vould be sight to see!" I smiled at her words. "What about Lindsay?" "Lindsay is vay too young for yew." This time, her words made me frown. I was getting to the point in my life - age 30 - where some could say that I was _too old_ for certain individuals. Although I personally do not think there is _that_ much of a descripancy between an 18- and 30-year-old, others feel the exact opposite way. I understand their viewpoint, but do not agree with it. "She yust lost her virginity two nights ago," Kristanna added. "She is pretty, pretty girl. After her time here on island ends, Lindsay vill vant to go back home and experience vat udders have to offer her. Guys, girls. She is yust a baby, Jeremy. Yew vant to get married right now in life. Lindsay vant to go out and have fun. Yew and Trish opened new door for her yust da udder night. Let her explore it." Kristanna pointed toward my crotch and cooed, "Dis part of yew vants to dink of Lindsay as possible vife. Vat yew did vid her Dursday night vas so exciting." Next, she pointed at my head. "But dis part know better. Dink about it." "Dursday?" I laughed. Kristanna was priceless! "I had a real good time with Trish and Lindsay in the recreation room earlier. I gave them some hints and advice about how to get through _Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Chaos Bleeds_. It took a little while, but they finally beat the whole game." "Yew did not help dem by playing yewrself?" I shook my head and responded, "No, thought it would be better if they beat the game themselves instead of me. As I said, I simply gave them advice and pointers on what to do." Glancing at the monitor in front of us, Kristanna watched for a couple of seconds as Lindsay's blonde head bobbed up-and-down over my shaft, while Trish was nestled beneath her, licking that sweet, delicious pussy. "Do yew get yewr cock in Trish sometime during dis?" "Eventually, yes," I nodded. "She goes oral on Lindsay while I do her from behind, doggie-style." "Trish is da confident and cheerful fitness instructor," Kristanna observed. "I get feeling from talking to her dat she has to be da best in everyding dat she do. Pamela is da vayvard stripper voo lost her grasp on reality four or five years ago." My eyes narrowed because of that last comment as she continued, "And Devon is sveet, innocent girl voo is looking for love. Her life is not complete vidout it." I have always considered Kristanna to be one of the most intuitive people I have ever known. She is an excellent judge of character. But her words about Pamela disturbed me. "Wayward stripper who lost her grasp on reality?" "Yew ask me opinion, I give it to yew," Kristanna reminded me. "I am not saying anyding bad about Pamela. I like her a lot. But her senses have been dulled and yaded. Da computer program ve vrite togedder predicted Pamela vould be dis vay. I have seen nudding to change me opinion duss far." "What do you base your opinion on?" "A voman DAT hot and beautiful has sex vid yew, Jeremy, and says yew are first man for her in over a year. Yew are first PERSON for her in eight months, only excluding da day before ven she vas vid Amy. Vat is vrong vid dat picture? Pamela obviously vants to fall in love and get married. But me dinks dat being stripper has ruined da vay she perceives how udders are looking at her. Dare are many men, and vomen, voo vould die for a chance to be vid a voman dat smart and beautiful. But Pamela cannot see dat. She cannot infer it. Vat she sees is everyone looking at her as sex object." When I did not respond for several seconds, Kristanna added, "I have a friend in Hermansvark, vitch is city in Norvay, voo is stripper. Her name be Ragnhild. I compare her to Pamela because I see many similarities betveen dem. Ragnhild has stripped for so long, and exposed herself to so many strangers, dat she does not trust anyone anymore. She is blind even to dose people voo are good to her. Vy... Ragnhild does not even trust ME, if yew can believe dat." "Pamela trusts me," I countered. "Pamela trusts yew because yew are incredibly kind and humble person," Kristanna mused. "Yew radder sit down and talk vid a hot voman for hours at a time instead of having sex vid her. No one else in da vorld is like dat. I dink Pamela may look at yew, Jeremy, as her last, best chance at happiness. Dat me opinion. I am not saying dat Pamela is not da right girl for yew. In fact, yew and her are a lot alike. Yew match up very vell." "In what way?" "Yew are male version of Pamela, but for many different reasons," she said. "Yew lost yewr grasp on reality long ago, Jeremy, because of vat Victoria did to yew." I gulped my throat as Kristanna continued, "Dare is reason vy most of dese girls love yew. But yew cannot see it, eedder." "I'm a lot better than I used to be," I defended myself. "Yes, yew are," Kristanna nodded. "Yew most definitely are. But yew still have a long vays to go. Yew hot, sexy man. But yew see yewrself as ordinary, plain man." "ME?" I was _STUNNED_ by her words! "Hot... and sexy?" Kristanna laughed at my response. "See vat I mean? Yew hot and sexy. Yew incredibly kind and gracious. Yew vould give shirt off yewr back to anyone dat needed it. Yew are most caring man... PERSON, I have ever met. And yew are humble, and very loyal. Every voman dreams of marrying a man like yew, Jeremy. Yew yust cannot see dat." "What Victoria did to me, Krissy, it sh-shattered me..." "Victoria vas 11 long years ago in yewr life!" Kristanna exclaimed. "I know it hurt, Jeremy! I know vat she did vas totally humiliating to yew! But yew HAVE to move on! Dink how long 11 years is... I vas only durteen summers old den. Durteen! I vas tiny girl playing on me farm vid da goats and da cows. Yew have let Victoria rule and effect yewr life for much too long. Yew live all alone on dis island for eight years, shielded from da rest of humanity. Scared to death dat someone may hurt yew like Victoria once did! But during all dat time, life passes yew by. ALL DOSE YEARS! Yew could have met a Devon a long time ago, Jeremy. A Pamela, a Trish. Yew vould be so happy now. Yew vould have a vife, children, a family. But yew choose to stay all alone on dis island." When I hung my head low and took a deep, painful breath, Kristanna sprung up from her chair here in the voyeur room and embraced me with both arms. She rubbed her hands over and across my shoulders several times in succession, then kissed the crown of my head. "I do not mean to hurt yew, Mister Jeremy. Yew know yew are vunderful man in me eyes. Vunderful man, vunderful friend. I yust do not like to see yew vaste avay on dis island like yew have." I sighed, then nodded my head, trying to hold back a rush of tears. "I'm glad you convinced me, Krissy, to bring all these women here. I really am. This is going to work. All the time and trouble we went through, all the money this is costing me. If I find happiness, it will all be worth it." "Da money is drop in da bucket to yew," Kristanna grinned, releasing me from her loving arms. "Yew can afford to lose a few million American dollars." She kissed me on the lips and cooed, "It vill be good for yew." "Since when is losing money good?" "Look at vat yew are gaining, dough," Kristanna smiled, embracing me again. "I yust vant yew to be happy, Jeremy. As long as yew are happy, Kristanna is happy, ya." Upon the display monitor now, there was the image of me blasting Trish from behind in the doggie-style position as she busily slurped and lapped away at Lindsay's pussy. Because the three of us were making a lot of noise with our collective screams and grunts, Kristanna turned and eyed the action. "Yew sure did have a lot of fun dat night!" "More fun than you would ever imagine..." Kristanna grinned once again. "Seems to me dat Devon really, really like yew, Jeremy. But I like Devon too! Vat do yew dink me chances are of getting up-close and personal vid her? I am not talking yust about sex, eeder. I dink she is really sveet girl, and vurd getting to know." "Talk to her," was my advice. "If there is one thing that I know about Devon thus far, it is that she wants a very open and honest relationship. Tell Devon that you like her, want to get to know her. Don't be afraid to hold back with her, either. I think Devon is a lot like me that way, Kristanna. She wants others to give her positive re-encouragement. She will eat up any and all compliments that you give her." Kristanna giggled. "Hopefully she eat udder dings, too." Suddenly, another monitor flickered to life. Because the system was triggered with the use of motion detectors, the screen overseeing the long corridor that led to my personal suite suddenly popped on. I turned my attention toward it, naturally, and felt overly curious once I noticed that it was Pamela. For some reason, the enchanting young woman was dressed in a large, overflowing trench coat. It looked drab on her, to say the least. Why was Pamela wearing that brown coat anyway? The weather outside was warm, and beautiful... "Looks like Pamela vants to talk to yew," Kristanna said, as the voluptuous vixen made her way up to the entrance of my personal suite and knocked on its door. "I vill stay here - in voyeur room. I vant to catch up on some of da udder events I missed dis past week. I vill look into archives." "Are you sure you want to stay here?" "Yes," she confirmed. "Go and talk to Pamela." After giving Kristanna a full kiss on the lips, I exited the voyeur room and then sealed its wall entrance. I took a moment to look in the nearby mirror and run a brush through my hair, then scurried over to the door and opened it. "Hi Pamela," I greeted her, smiling. She certainly did look odd with that trench coat on. "What can I do for you?" "You were talking about me being a stripper the other day," the 28-year-old cooed as she stepped into the suite and then closed the door behind her. "You were making fun of me, too, Jeremy." Pamela grinned at her own words and wryly added, "I thought you would be interested if I was to... oh, hmmmmm... give you a _lap dance_." I was about to say something, but then the coat came off. I literally drooled at the sight of Pamela, who now looked as hot and as sinfully sexy as she possibly could. I could not believe my eyes as Pamela wore a black leather vest, which was zippered up to only her midriff. Thus, the black bra that barely concealed her large, heavenly breasts was on display. It was decorated with flower-print designs and offered a clear view of her juicy, plump nipples just underneath it. In addition, Pamela wore a leather mini-skirt which was so small and low-cut, she might as well not had it on. Fishnet stockings adorned her legs, and the pair of knee-high boots looked extremely tantalizing on her. The little mini-skirt, stockings and boots were black, just like her bra and vest. With her silky-smooth blonde hair braided up in a stylish, classy manner, Pamela appeared as if she had just stepped out of one of my ultimate fantasies. My heart was pounding within my chest as I stared and gawked at the luscious woman standing before me. Despite Devon's recent push for my attention, maybe Pamela truly was the woman for me?... "You're going to dance for me?" I breathed, swallowing hard. My whole body was alive with heated, intense arousal as I already knew the answer to that question. "Yes, I am," the seductress replied, the excitement level in her sultry voice readily apparent. "Now, be a good boy and take a seat on the edge of the bed for me." "Oh God..." I growled, quickly complying with her request. "Remember the number one rule of lap dancing, Jeremy," Pamela chided me, stepping back. "No touching. Got that?" "No touching?" I exclaimed, somewhat exasperated. "I don't want to have to punish you for breaking the rules," she warned, a naughty grin upon her charming face. The top-heavy blonde took another step back and offered me a very beguiling smile. An instant later, she cupped and squeezed her fabulous breasts with both hands, their flesh rolling underneath her touch. Pamela's face came alive as she purred, "Do you WANT me to dance for you, Jeremy?" Unable to speak, I eagerly nodded my head at her. "Do I turn you on?" Pamela asked, her remarkable body starting to buck and churn about in a sensuous manner. I quickly sensed this was her standard routine for dancing. Pamela turned her back and gyrated her shapely ass for me, which was barely concealed by that mini-skirt, before spinning back around. Her body kept grinding as she teased, "I only want to dance for you if it turns you on, Jeremy." "You're turning me on, big-time," I managed to get out, my eyes wide as I openly gawked at her. "Trust me." In the voyeur room, I wondered what Kristanna thought of this? Pamela pulled her skirt upward for a brief second - long enough to flash me a view of her black G-string - before shoving it back down into place. "Are you getting hard yet?" she wondered, her tone soft and silky. "I just can't tell you how much I like nice, hard cocks, Jeremy." Instead of waiting for me to answer, Pamela simply reached out with her right hand and rubbed the humongous bulge that was stationed within my shorts. "Oooooh," she cooed, her hips swaying back-and-forth in a rhythmic motion. "You are hard, lover. REAL hard. I like that. I like that a LOT." With my own hands, I made a move to grasp and latch onto both of her breasts, but Pamela backed away and shook her head at me. "No touching!" she reminded me, being playful. I let out another exasperated moan, but decided to let the game continue. Soon, I would absolutely ravage this woman. Pamela then placed both hands upon her head and swayed her hips for me once again, her breasts jiggling and bouncing about within the confines of her lacey bra. She trailed both hands down to those big breasts and cupped them for a second time, then massaged them. "I like showing off my body," she said, being coy. "Do you like my body, Jeremy?" "Oh God... you know I do, Pamela. You're so gorgeous." There was a bona-fide reason why I found Pamela to be so very irresistible. That fully-loaded figure of hers, which she now flaunted about with the flair of a seasoned, professional stripper, had something to do with it. "Ohhhhh," Pamela grinned, now hooking her left leg over my right knee and straddling me somewhat there. Her body bounced about in that position for several seconds, but then she recoiled her leg and stood straight up once more. "You like my nice, big breasts?" Pamela asked, in total teasing mode, as she continued to mash and maul them with her hands. I nodded as she added, "Would you like to see my breasts, Jeremy? Do you think you would like that?" "Oh yes," I replied quickly, my cock about to burst within my shorts. I could not believe how sinful and erotic this woman was as she bumped and weaved her body about before me. I could easily tell that Pamela had done a lot of stripping and dancing over the course of the past several years. Pamela undid the zipper upon her vest-like top, and easily shrugged it from her shoulders. The garment fell harmlessly to the floor, and then she unsnapped her lacey black bra in front. The siren pulled its cups outward, baring her big, glorious breasts for my eyes to luxuriate in. Pamela tossed the bra elsewhere, then moaned as she openly massaged and fondled her naked breasts with both hands. Pamela brought a finger to her mouth and wet it, then turned her back to me and giggled. "Like my ass?" she asked, her hips suddenly undulating in a wicked manner. She bent over slightly and leaned up hard against my pelvis, then started to bounce upon it. "Want me to rub my ass all over your cock like this? Does that feel good, Jeremy?" She continued bumping her hips upon my pelvis, saying, "You like my ass all over your cock?" She slapped that curvaceous backside and cooed, "Is my ass tight enough for you, Jeremy?" "Oh God..." I trembled. This was much better than any lap dance that I ever once fantasized about receiving... Pamela kept up the churning and grinding motion for a few seconds before finally withdrawing that luscious ass of hers from my pelvis. She turned back around and trailed both hands down the front of her body, her hips bucking wildly, with a smile upon her face, before undoing the zipper upon the side of her mini-skirt and quickly whisking it away. I took in a deep breath and shook my head in a mixture of lust and appreciation as Pamela continued to dance in front of me, the only articles of clothing remaining on her being a black G-string, fishnet stockings and knee-high boots. "You like it when I tease you like this?" Pamela wondered, still dancing. "You like me doing this, Jeremy?" She paused and moaned, "Hmmmmm... I know I just love it." Pamela then dropped to her knees between my widespread legs, and smiled at the tremendous bulge which was within my shorts. Her eyes locked upon mine, Pamela extended her tongue and swiped away at the lump. Her white teeth then clamped down upon a portion of my shorts' fabric, and she pulled her head back. She then nuzzled her nose upon my aching erection and giggled, her eyes never once leaving my face. The young woman soon rose up to her feet and resumed her erotic dancing routine. "Want me to take my G-string off for you?" she asked, unsnapping a button upon the garments' side which held it together. She held the loose G-string in front of her pussy for several seconds - teasing me - before pulling it away and fully exposing herself to me. "Do you like my pussy?" Pangs of unspeakable lust were coursing throughout my entire body as Pamela then straddled my hips. "Like my naked body all over your body?" she wondered, starting to bounce up-and-down upon my shaft - as if we were having sex. I needed to get rid of my shorts! "HMMMMM... I _LOVE_ feeling your cock between my legs like this," she moaned, her face flushed with desire. "Your cock is all big, and hard. Hmmmmm... feels so good!" My body overcome with lust, I grabbed Pamela's breasts with both hands and squeezed them roughly. She then jumped off my lap and scurried backwards, shaking a menacing finger at me. I sighed as she playfully scolded me, "No touching, Jeremy! You do that again, and I'll have to tie you up." My eyes went wide in response to those words as Pamela dropped to her knees between my widespread legs once again. She placed both hands upon the side of my hips and looked up at me with a playful expression, then began to grind her luscious breasts upon my pelvis in a wanton, lewd manner. Acting coy and innocent, Pamela continued to gaze up at me as she snickered, "You look so uncomfortable, Jeremy. Oh, you poor baby. Let's see if I can make you feel better." I took in another deep breath as she undid my shorts and reached within my briefs, then pulled my fully erect cock out and let it wobble before her eyes in the open air. "Is that better?" she inquired, still acting innocent. "I think he needed a breath of fresh air, Jeremy." She giggled once more, gently stroking and then kissing the tip of my cock. Pamela stood up and placed both hands upon my head, then brought my face into contact with her breasts. She rubbed my face upon those glorious breasts of hers for several seconds, her hips still undulating, before dropping back down to her knees between my legs. She pulled my shorts and briefs downward, fully exposing my shaft. Pamela tilted her head all the way forward, until its crown was pointing downward. She then rubbed the back of her head upon my erection, which nearly caused me to explode. I loved the feel of her silky-smooth blonde hair upon my skin... "Why don't you suck it?" I asked her, referring to my cock, my tone of voice uncharacteristically flat and uneven. Pamela took a step back upon her knees and flashed me a look. "Suck it? What type of dancer do you think I am, Jeremy?" She huffed playfully and added, "Not me..." Finally, Pamela had pushed me too far. The stripper grunted and squealed with obvious arousal as I clutched both of her shoulders with my hands and literally tossed her onto the bed. Pamela gave me an expectant look as she gazed up at me, her firm thighs already spread wide and parted. I licked my lips at the mere sight of her little pussy, which glistened with its shiny, erotic moisture. I hesitated for a second or two, but then dove face-first right between those luscious thighs. Pamela's body tensed with arousal as I grasped her hips with my hands, my tongue already flicking itself over and across her swollen slit. The voluptuous vixen moaned out her approval, her hands clutching my head, her fingers weaving themselves throughout my short brown hair. The feel of her fingernails upon my scalp sent absolute shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Not only did Pamela have a beautiful pussy, but she had a very delicious one as well. I lapped away at her moist, tender folds, my tongue darting about wildly, my nose sniffing and luxuriating in the scent of her womanhood. That was yet another thing - her pussy smelled wonderful. Everything about Pamela, in fact, was wonderful... I inserted a pair of fingers into that sweet pussy and immediately began to thrust them in-and-out at a rather torrid pace. Pamela clutched her thighs tightly around my head, as well as my hand, as I continually forged those fingers into her. She arched her neck and back high off the mattress, a series of moans and growls emanating from deep within her throat. Obviously, Pamela enjoyed this. Likewise, I was happy to be the one giving her this pleasure. "Oh yeah..." she sighed, her thighs now loosening the dual grip upon my head and hand. "Oh yeah, Jeremy... that's good. That's real good! Hmmmmm... lick my pussy! Lick it! Hmmmmm... come on, lick it. OH YEAH... there. Right there! OH GOD... don't stop! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" I concentrated on her little nub of a clitoris, gently trapping it within my mouth and flicking my tongue across it in rapid-fire succession. Pamela let out a thunderous squeal in response, then pressed her palms upon the crown of my head and applied a generous amount of pressure. She arched her neck and back once again as well, her moans and cries of arousal quickly becoming more loud and heated. I released her clitoris from my mouth, only to then offer it a series of slow, leisurely swipes with my tongue. I got the sense that Pamela was extremely close to an orgasm, which was a bit of a surprise to me. I could get off a beautiful woman like this with my tongue alone, and no foreplay? Then the thought hit me that the wicked lap dance which Pamela had earlier given to me must have excited her as well. It was a combination of both the strip-tease and my oral worship which would ultimately lead toward her orgasm. Whatever the case, I bore down with my lips and tongue, and was intent on bringing this hot, ravenous creature to an earth-shattering climax. Once I inserted a third finger into her glistening folds and pounded away at them, I had succeeded. Pamela roared out at the very top of her lungs, her exquisite pussy literally erupting in a sea of passion. "HMMMMM... GOD!" she screamed out, her head raised as she stared down at me. "GOD YES!" My tongue had already shifted into erotic overdrive, and was busy lapping up the delicious fruits of my labor. Juices seemed to continually ooze from Pamela's pussy; and I was quick to gather it with my tongue and swallow it down my throat. Delicious! "Hmmmmm... yes," Pamela moaned in the aftermath, once she had settled her body back down upon the bed. "Yesssss... Oh Jeremy, you made me cream my pussy." She smiled and coyly added, "I'm going to have to pay you back for that. GOD, lover. You made me feel SO GOOD." "I thought you said I wasn't allowed to touch you," I grinned, finally raising my head from between the silken joining of her thighs. "Did you change your mind?" Pamela moaned and replied, "If you want to lick my pussy like that, Jeremy, you can do whatever you want!" For a moment, I extended my tongue and dabbed away at Pamela's belly button. Then, I trailed my lips and tongue up Pamela's torso - over her midriff and through her vast cleavage - and finally planted a deep kiss upon her mouth. Once our kiss was broken, Pamela smiled up at me and wrapped her arms around my neck in a tender fashion. "It has been awhile, sweet Jeremy, since you and I have gotten together like this. Tuesday night was the last time we got close with one another like this." Pamela hesitated for a moment, then kissed my cheek. "Is there any particular reason why we haven't been together since Tuesday night? That was when we had the three-some with Amy." I shrugged my shoulders and replied without thinking, "Not that I can think of..." Pamela giggled at me. "You were with Devon on Wednesday. Thursday night, Trish and Lindsay. Then last night, it was Kristanna. She was with you ALL night. And now, Amy wants to have sex with you later tonight." I shrugged my shoulders again. "I guess I'm popular." Pamela waved a finger in front of my face and grinned. "I want you to have your fun with these girls, Jeremy. I know that this island is - at least on the surface - a sex resort. But you told me your REAL reason for bringing me and all of the other girls to the island with you. You want love, and to get married. It's not a sex resort at all. This is like one of those reality dating shows on TV, but with a very erotic twist." "I trust you haven't told anyone..." "Of course not," Pamela responded, shaking her head. "As I was saying, though, I want you to have your fun. I do." "What do you mean?" Pamela took a deep breath before answering, "No matter how many times you have sex with Devon, or Trish, Lindsay, or anyone else, I just want you to remember one thing." "What?" "No one could ever possibly love you, or care for you, more than I would," Pamela said, those words sending a shiver down my spine. "I guarantee you that. No one would ever treat you any better than me. I am not just saying that, either. I mean it. I really do. And no one - and I mean _NO ONE_ - would make you any happier than me. No one." For the time being, I was totally speechless. So, Pamela decided to press on, "I want to be with you." Pamela hugged me fiercely and murmured, "I want you in my life, Jeremy. I want us to be together. We BELONG together." "Pamela..." I sighed, touched by her sincerity. She released me from her arms and sniffed her nose. "You have avoided me the past few days." "I have not!" was my defense. "That's CRAZY!" "No, it's not," she countered. "I understand. It is natural. You have a whole group of beautiful women here with you. All of them like you, want to get to know you better. You want to get to know them. You think, maybe, that you jumped the gun a little by telling me that I am your _dream girl_ on just my second day here. Considering the circumstances, and the theme of this place, it's okay. If I were you, I'd want to look around a little bit too, before deciding which girl is the one for me." Was this woman reading my exact thoughts, or something? Pamela grinned at me. "It is my job to show you - to PROVE to you, Jeremy - that I really AM your dream girl. Eventually, you will not even THINK about another woman. I am all the woman you will ever need." She smiled once again, then kissed me. "Just wait. You'll see." When I did not respond, Pamela giggled. "You better be glad that I am not the jealous type, though. Carrying on with all these girls like you have..." "You've spent an awful lot of time with Amy," I told her. "I know I have," Pamela nodded. "Your sex resort idea is a fantasy for me, too. I have been able to let loose and be totally carefree with Amy. But I would trade all of it for a one-on-one commitment from you. Total, true love." Pamela smiled and added, "When you are ready to make that commitment, Jeremy, I'll be waiting for you." Pamela kissed me flush on the lips and concluded, "You're worth the wait." <<<- End of Chapter 6 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Tropic of Eros" Author e-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com Author chat: http://messenger.msn.com - HighlanderJM@hotmail.com Story archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/ Please let me know what you think of the story! Your comments are the only reward authors like me receive for our hard work! <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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