The Island, Chapter 17 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 17

... way.” I couldn’t resist; I leaned in and kissed her slow and hard. We came up for air a moment later, gasping and flushed. “Wait!” she cried out. “No more. It’s hard enough waiting without you doing that. I made a special dinner. Let’s eat first.” “OK, OK!” I chuckled. “What’s on the menu?” “My mom’s homemade ceviche recipe first,” she said with a smile. “I believe you may have even caught the fish. I had to modify it a little. Well, a lot, actually. Falani helped me find some spices. There’s no onion, but she found an herb she said would taste pretty similar. I had to steal a lemon from the stores, and I used papaya and a little liquor to marinate the fish.” I took a mouthful. “How is it?” she asked worriedly. “It’s really good,” I said, impressed. “It’s different than the usual ceviche, but just as good. Try some.” I fed her a bite, wiping a little juice off her lip with my finger. “Oooh, it turned out pretty well,” she said happily. We polished the rest of it off quickly. “What’s next?” I asked eagerly. This was the best food I had had in days. “Marinated pork loin roasted in banana leaves and topped with coconut-mango chutney, with sides of mixed greens covered in citrus relish, and fried clams.” She uncovered the dishes and we dug in. “This is incredible!” I marveled. “I don’t see how you pulled this off.” “I had a lot of help. Everyone was really nice. They seemed to want this to go well for us. One of the kids even found some bird eggs at the cliffs. That’s how we ...

... made the batter for the clams.” She blushed as she said, “Gabrielle even donated some milk for it.” We ate the rest of our dinner, chatting about old friends and new experiences. I learned a little about her childhood in Peru, and she laughed at some of my boyhood antics. We had little airline bottles of booze, and we each finished off a couple as we dined. “So, Joelle, I never did ask you. How in the world did you end up on this plane?” “It was the craziest thing!” she said, frowning slightly. “I was getting a little burned out at work, and thinking of taking a vacation. I had to use some days or they were going to take them away, anyway. I was considering visiting my sister, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted all the drama that goes with a family visit. I walked outside to get the mail, slipped on some wet leaves, and fell on my ass in the driveway. I go to get up and accidentally put my hand on one of those local papers they’re always tossing up and down the street. The plastic is still damp, and it slides out from under my hand, and I fall again, this time face down on another paper. I felt like such an idiot!” She laughed. “Anyway, I’m nose to nose with this newspaper, and the headline talks about this big trip to Korea with Tae Kwon Do students, and field hockey players, blah, blah, blah, and I’m thinking: ‘Now’s your chance, girl. Get out and see the world!’ And something inside me just feels like this was a sign, like I was meant to go on this trip. So I did it. I bought a ...