The Island, Chapter 22 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 22

... to bed tonight?” “Just kidding!” she said. “If you get cold, I’ll warm you up.” “Get a room, you two!” Patricia said with a smirk, causing Horace to laugh. “All right! All right!” I said. “Let’s see if we can get a good start on this project before lunch.” An hour later, we had the tank secured in a tree, as close to the waterfall as the beach came. Horace had taken the raft out to the plane with Dkembe and Patricia to look for the appropriate plumbing parts to make the shower a reality. I sat with Janie, and over some coconut and banana, we plotted our strategy with Joelle tonight. She seemed almost as excited as I was at the prospect. “Oh, I love a virgin!” she exulted. “Well, she’s not really a virgin any more. I took care of that the first day.” I wasn’t boasting or anything. Really. ”She’s still a virgin when it comes to other women,” Janie insisted. “I want to show her how the gentler sex does things.” “You weren’t too gentle last night,” I commented wryly. “Pah! You can take it, Dave. You’re a real tough guy, right?” She batted her eyelashes at me, and squeezed my bicep with mock wonder. I flexed for her, making her giggle. “That’s me all right. Tough guy Connor, at your service.” I picked her up, blowing a raspberry on her stomach and causing her to shriek aloud. Heads turned in alarm, but when they saw her laughing, smiles replaced the frowns around us. “Hey, I just had a great idea,” Janie said, a gleam in her eye. “What?” I asked. “Oh, nothing. I just need to borrow something from someone. I’ll tell you later.” She scampered off down the into the woods after I set her down, leaving me wondering what she had in store for me this time. To be continued....