The Island, Chapter 22 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 22

... upside down. I’m more surprised you aren’t having more issues than you are. You’ve been remarkably open-minded considering the sheltered life you’ve led up until now.” “I guess so.” She sat silently, considering what I had said. “You would really like to see me with another woman? It wouldn’t make you feel possessive?” “Why would I feel that way? I don’t possess you now. I think you are terrific, and unless you suddenly grow a sadistic streak, I don’t see that changing. I want you to enjoy life. The more I can be a part of it the better, but I’m not foolish enough to think I can be your all. I don’t want to be your all. You need variety to keep things interesting. If you have to stifle your urges in order to not make someone jealous, you end up resenting them in the end.” “I’ve never thought of things that way.” She seemed to find this whole line of reasoning alien. “Most people don’t,” I said. “We had a conversation the other day, when I told you I’m not like other people. I don’t have the same world-view. I just want to have fun, and I want everyone else to have fun, as long as nobody gets hurt. That should be the real golden rule.” “Let me think it over. This is a little scary to me.” “No worries. Tell me when you know what you want to do. Or you can talk to Janie about it.” I was just about to leave her to her thoughts, when Gabrielle arrived at the hut. “ Bonjour , Dave! Bonjour , Joelle! ‘Ow are you today?” “ Tres bien, Madmoiselle ,” I said, harking back to high ...

... school French. “Fine,” said Joelle. “How are you?” “ Comme ci, comme ca ,” she answered, waggling her hand. “I am well but my problem has returned.” She looked at me meaningfully. “What problem?” asked Joelle. “Since Dkembe has awakened, I no longer have an outlet for le lait . I am forced to express it myself. I wondered if you might help me again?” A naughty idea struck me. I turned to Joelle. “Maybe we could both help her?” “Help her what?” she said, obviously not following this conversation at all. “Before Gabrielle started nursing Dkembe, I helped her, ah, empty out her milk a couple of times.” Her eyes got round. “You mean…? And you want me to…?” “Why not? It helps her out. It’s very enjoyable. We could do it together. Remember what we talked about?” “It would be very much appreciated,” Gabrielle chimed in. Joelle was speechless. “I do not want to lose my milk,” Gabrielle said plaintively. “It is tres difficile to do this myself. I much prefer to do it the way nature intended. Since there are no enfants to nurse, I must use adults. Please help me, Joelle.” Joelle looked like she was weakening. “Here’s a perfect chance for a new experience. You’ll never know what it’s like unless you try it,” I told her. “I guess,” she said hesitantly. “If I’m going to do something like this, it’s probably better with friends. How do we go about it?” Gabrielle clapped her hands together in delight. “ Merci, mes amis! No one is about yet. We can do this right here in un moment .” Before Joelle ...