The Island, Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 5

... kid.” “I hope it all wasn’t for nothing,” she said. “I worry about our chances. I’ve got my boy here. We’ve got to survive. I can’t let him down.” Tears began trickling down her cheeks. “We are going to be fine,” I said sincerely. “Somehow I know it. Ever since I came to, I have had a feeling that things will work out for the best.” I took her in my arms and gave her a comforting hug, rocking her slender body gently. Something in her seemed to give way, and she sagged against me as her fears got the better of her and she quietly sobbed on my shoulder. I let her outburst run its course, and soon enough she seemed better. I took her chin in my hand and looked into her soft, brown eyes. “Tomorrow we are going to make a plan and get this community off on a good footing. That’s what we are now—a community. We don’t know how long we will be here, but we are going to work together and make the best of it.” She smiled at me for a moment, and then surprised me with a quick kiss. I tasted the salt of her sweat, and what must have been cherry lip balm. “Thanks,” she said quietly. “I needed a little optimism. You’re right. We will be fine if we work together.” She gave an enormous yawn. “I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. Will you stay with us tonight?” “Sure,” I said, and she lay down on her side. I stretched out on my back next to her, until she surprised me again by reaching back for my hand and pulling my arm around her so that I was spooning her from behind. She drifted off to ...

... sleep quickly, but my whirling thoughts kept me awake for many minutes. Here I was, sleeping with my arm around this fantastic, sexy woman. She was the one I came on this trip to get close to. And yet I had had that incredible encounter with Joelle in the jungle. And Joelle was someone I had been half in love with for more than a year. No woman in my life for months, and now I had too many, if such a thing was possible. I had no idea what I was going to do. This was typical of me. I loved every woman I knew. I loved their looks, their smells, their tastes. I loved talking to them and being with them. The problem was that once I got close to one, I couldn’t confine myself to just her, and I would end up making it with her friend or something. This never ended well and I would end up hurting the women I cared for. It was a real dilemma for me. Finally exhaustion overcame me and I knew no more. I woke in the morning with a painful piss hard-on, the situation not helped in the least by the realization that my hand was clutching Janie’s left tit. The nipple was pressing into my palm, and I realized I must have been kneading the firm flesh in my sleep. Fortunately she was still out, so I gently and reluctantly disengaged, rolled over, and got to my feet. I looked around at the breaking dawn, and the sleeping forms scattered along the beach. It seemed that I was the first one up. I staggered into the trees to relieve my distended bladder. After peeing for what seemed like an hour, I ...