The Island, Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Janie and I emerged from the jungle trail into the bright morning sun on the beach. Fellow castaways were now stirring, and people began conglomerating near last night’s fire pit. We shared out some more food, less than any of us wanted, and tried to make sense of the situation. Our new island community was a motley crew. Besides Joelle, Janie and me, there was the flight crew: My redheaded fuckbuddy Sharon, who gave me a sexy smile, her chubby blond friend Jill, Patricia, an older woman with short, smartly-styled gray hair, surprisingly attractive and in great shape, and the lone male attendant, Rodney. Working all day yesterday with a clear purpose seemed to have settled him down, because he looked clear-eyed and in control, as opposed to the crying wreck I had been led to expect by Janie. Our Tae Know Do crew included Jared and Connor, both 8, 10-year-olds Caleb, Alexander and Brandon, Austin at 11, and James, William, and Peter, aged 12. Logan, John, and Christopher rounded out the boys at 13, 14, and 16 respectively. Allison, 16, and Juhee, 14 were our oldest on the girl’s side. They were joined by Allysa and Chinese twins Ashley and Lily, all 13 years old, and Mackenzie, 12, Madison, 10, and our youngest girl Morgan, also 8. The neo-hippies (as I called them) seemed to be a pleasant group of mellow, outdoorsy, granola eaters, and all looked to be in the 18-20 year old range. Rain, Summer, and Dakota were the girls. Did they become hippies because of their ...

... names , I wondered, or did they choose the names because they were hippies? The boys were Stu and River. A third young man, Billy, had died in the terrorist attack. They were obviously still grieving, but seemed to be supporting each other well. The field hockey team consisted of Danielle, the injured coach, Mary, a stocky but muscular short-haired blond woman, her partner in coaching and possibly love (they had sure looked mighty close at the airport), and 9 surviving players. I caught the names Alexis and Hannah, apparently the team captain and co-captain, and Sara, Samantha, Nina, Missy, Angela, Toni, and Emily, the youngest. Apparently she was a talented freshman who had made it onto the varsity team at age 15. They were clearly traumatized by the loss of two of their members, and clung to each other, often in tears. Horace was an elderly, wiry gentleman from Maine. He had told us last night that he was a carpenter by trade, a skill I figured would come in handy. He sat next to Patricia, the older flight attendant. They seemed to be buddies already, probably because they were the oldest couple on the flight. The last group of US passengers was the cheerleading squad. They had also lost one of their own, a popular girl named Lucy. She had disappeared after the crash, presumably swept into the sea in the night. Led by their pregnant coach, Anne, the remaining girls were Kaitlyn, Natalie, Emma, Megan, Yasmine, Jessica, the lone young man Adam, and of course my panty-deprived ...