The Island, Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 13

... sweat it. We tell each other everything. She really likes you, and thinks you’re pretty hot. But she’s not going to ‘go steady’ with you. Don’t waste all your affection on her. Remember, there are a whole lot of cute girls to choose from. Think of her as your coach. She’ll help you practice, but the other players are the ones in the game. Got it?” I patted him on the shoulder. “I guess,” he moped. “I know in my heart she’s not going to be my girlfriend or anything, but she’s so sexy and what she did with me was incredible. I just want to do it again.” Oh, I think you’ll get your chance,” I encouraged him. “She is pretty amazing in the sack,” I said dreamily, looking at her departing rump. He looked shocked. “You too?!” “Me too, buddy. I know exactly what you’re talking about. But she’s got a ferocious appetite, and I think even both of us together won’t satisfy her completely. I’d suggest asking her later if she wants a back rub. She likes that.” His eyes brightened. “Thanks, Master Connor.” “Call me Dave unless we’re in class,” I ordered. “OK…Dave,” he said hesitantly. “And, maybe you could, um, give me some pointers on how to be, um, better with her?” “Sure,” I agreed, chuckling. “Catch up with me later and I give you some hints. She’s not shy about telling you what she likes, though.” I patted him on the back and headed to my bag to get some bathing supplies. Carrying shampoo, soap, a towel, and some new clothes, I headed to my “private pool” just inside the tree line from ...

... the stream’s outflow into the ocean. I stripped down and washed out the old clothes in the water, then performed my own ablutions. I had just pulled on my undies when I heard a scream upstream at the big pool. I threw on my shoes and, carrying my shirt, ran along the trail to the waterfall. Joelle was lying on the rocks, clutching her head and moaning. I helped her up and noticed blood running down the side of her head from a gash on her scalp. “God! What happened?” I asked frantically. “Are you OK?” “She hit me!” She cried. “I was trying to be nice to her and she hit me! That bitch!” “Who hit you?” “The Arab woman. Anjali stood guard while I helped her wash up a little. She’s been tied to the tree since we got here and I thought she’d like to get clean. Everything was going OK. I got her dressed again in her burka—she wouldn’t wear anything else—and we were walking back to the beach. Anjali went ahead to get Janie to find out what to do. It wasn’t Anjali’s fault—I told her to go. The woman seemed like she was going to behave. “ I inspected the gash in her head. Despite the blood streaming down, it was a pretty minor cut. I held some pressure on it with my shirt. So much for clean laundry . “So what happened?” “She said she needed to pee,” Joelle continued. “I turned away when she squatted down; I didn’t want to stare. She must have picked up a rock and hit me with it. She ran off that way.” She pointed off to the North, where the land slowly rose toward the rocky highlands. ...