The Island, Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 13

... lap, a blanket over him to shield their activity from passers-by. She smiled and pulled down the blanket to show me. “He ‘as a good appetit . I think he will do well.” The dark lips were pulling on that magnificent milky mam like there was no tomorrow, suctioning her sweet milk like a machine. I was a little jealous, wishing I could join him at the bar, but I knew he needed it more than I did. I hungrily watched a drop of milk form on her other nipple and drip, wasted, onto the African’s chest. Too bad! “Do you know where Joelle is?” I asked the Frenchwoman. “I think she and the Indian woman—Anjali, non? —are taking the prisoner woman to get her cleaned up. I ‘eard there is to be a, how you say, trial today to decide what is to be her fate. They went to la riviere .” I ran into Janie as I left the hut. “Hey, Dave,” she greeted me, kissing me lightly. “What did you get up to yesterday?” “It’s a long sordid story, but I think you’ll like it. I’m going to save it for later, when we can… discuss it in private.” She gave me a naughty grin. “I like the sound of that.” Switching gears, I asked, “What’s going on with the terrorist girl?” Janie looked worried. “I asked a couple of the girls to help her clean up and get her a little more presentable. We need to have a powwow about what to do with her. We can’t keep her tied up forever. I know some people are in favor of killing her, but who would do it? I can’t bring myself to do that. I mean she did try to kill us, or at least hijack ...

... the plane, but to execute somebody? I don’t even like hunting.” “Yeah, I guess we’re overdue for a discussion,” I agreed. “I don’t think banishing her would work, either. From the one time I spoke with her, I’d be worried she would sneak into camp at night and kill us all in our sleep.” “We’ll have to hash something out. I figure around midday. I’m going to talk to Horace about a larger shelter for a common area. He approached me yesterday and I think it’s a good idea. We’d have plenty of volunteers to help build it. You want to come?” “Nah, I’m going to have a good scrubdown. I’m feeling a little funky, and a saltwater swim just doesn’t do it.” Janie leaned in to my ear. “I’d offer to scrub your dick for you, but I have a commitment with another man, even if he is pushing 70.” She bit my earlobe for emphasis and walked away. I watched her swaying hips depart, thinking she’s just hamming it up, now , but enjoying the show all the same. Trailing behind her came Christopher, all moon-eyed and dreamy. I recognized the signs of teenage infatuation. “Hey, Christopher, come here!” I called to him. He tore his attention away from Janie’s ass. “Yeah, Master Connor? What’s up?” “A little word of advice from someone who’s been there. Don’t start to think of Ms. Scarlatti as your girlfriend. She’s not going to go steady with you. She’ll probably let you get lucky a few more times, but she’s not a one-man gal.” He turned bright red. “Oh my God! You know!” He looked mortified. “Hey, don’t ...