Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 05

Chapter 5: "Misinterpretation"

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- Monday, December 9, 2013 -

I found myself unable to move - literally frozen in place - on this breezy late-day afternoon as I stood at the entrance to the recreation room. Inside, Lindsay was lounging upon one of the leather floor comforters, a pair of earphones atop her head, with an accompanying Apple iPod Nano clipped to her belt. Lindsay's precious body was swaying back-and-forth in a gentle, rocking motion; obviously, she enjoyed whatever musical selection that was playing within her ears. Up to this point, at least, Lindsay did not realize that I had been silently admiring her immense beauty from this short distance.

Was there anything not to like and fully appreciate about this young woman? Her exquisite, long-flowing blonde hair, which was tied into a bouncy pony-tail, glimmered and shined underneath the bright overhead lights of the recreation room. Lindsay's lovely, impeccable face was accentuated even more by the prettiest pair of pink, glossy lips I had ever seen on a woman. Those lips, of course, were ripe for sucking cock...

At 5-foot-3 and a mere 95 pounds, Lindsay was perhaps the sweetest, most tantalizing little thing in the whole, wide world to me. Everything about her - at least in my eyes - screamed total perfection.

Although age 19, Lindsay looked so incredibly young and innocent. Myself, I was plenty old enough to be her father - and trust me, that point was not lost on either of us. There were times when I actually felt like bouncing Lindsay on my knee, then giving her a spanking and putting her to bed, and allowing her to suck my cock as she drifted off into siesta!

Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but Lindsay was even more appealing - if possible - on the inside. She was a total sweetheart whose squealy disposition could endear her to anyone. Lindsay was the type of woman that oftentimes found others gravitating toward her because, very simply, she had everything going for her in life.

In addition to those beauty queen looks, Lindsay was the daughter of a minister and had been raised into a very nice and polite, well-mannered young lady. She had a heart of pure gold and truly cared for everyone around her. I wanted to lose myself in Lindsay and revel in her countless charms from now until the end of eternity. Even, beyond eternity...

As she knelt upon the leather floor cushion, listening to her iPod Nano with its earphones atop her head, I offered Lindsay yet another smile. She still had yet to realize that I was at the doorway, watching her. I wondered to myself just exactly what music she was listening to today. Lindsay was a huge fan of Carrie Underwood ("I have the biggest girl crush on her!"), yet sometimes would mix things up by rocking to the tunes of artists such as Eminem or Avril Lavigne.

I knew that I was an extremely fortunate man to have an angel such as this by my side. I cannot stress how important Lindsay and her overall happiness was to me. The term love cannot even begin to describe the feelings I had for her. Of course, the same could be said for all of the girls in my life. I had similar feelings for every single one of them.

Lindsay wore a white stretch top which showed a generous amount of her flat stomach, as well as her bare shoulders. The top ended just below her midriff, and the very sassy, off-the-shoulder look (with sleeves to her elbows) was most appealing. Her budding breasts were jutting outward from underneath the cotton fabric, seemingly begging to be freed. I could also tell that she was not wearing a bra underneath it.

In addition, Lindsay had on a pair of faded denim shorts which were decorated with metal studs and rhinestones along both her front and back pockets. Those legs were trim and very slender - like the rest of her heavenly body - and both sported a very rich, deep tan. Lindsay's legs were so lean and jet-stream that I oftentimes felt like worshiping them with my lips and tongue for entire days at a time.

Lastly, Lindsay wore a pair of white ankle socks, along with leather hiking boots. As she continued to listen to her MP3 device, I could do nothing but gawk and stare at the young woman's timeless beauty. She was beyond perfection...

I was momentarily startled, however, when I felt a sleek arm coil itself around my waist and stomach from behind. I quickly turned around, then my eyes went wide as I saw the luscious and enchanting Trish smiling right back to me.

Trish's blonde hair was fluffed and free-flowing as it cascaded down her slender neck and shoulders in stylish wavelets. Her mascara and bright lipstick seemed to make her face glow in a sublime manner. Even better, the tank-top that Trish wore clung to her voluptuous yet chiseled, muscular torso, and the pair of black spandex pants below the waist was equally as enticing. Trish was hot, gorgeous and sexy, and seemingly in the mood right now to frolic and play.

Trish motioned over at Lindsay for a moment with her head, then offered me that radiant smile. "Are you just going to stand here and watch her until she notices you?"

"I enjoy watching Lindsay," I said, eyeing my sweet princess as she continued listening to her iPod Nano, still oblivious to our presence behind her. I focused upon her tight, denim-clad ass, and gently added, "Watching Lindsay is turning into one of my favorite past-times."

"Oh, I'm guilty of that myself," Trish mused, her eyes now fixated upon the charming sweetheart as well. "I could stand here and watch her all day long." As Lindsay twitched her hips in a subtle, yet sexy motion, Trish licked her lips and then looked at me with a wide-eyed expression. "Yummy."

I laughed at her all-too-truthful comment. "I agree."

Trish grunted. "Oooooh, I just want to hug and kiss on that girl from now until the end of time!" She shivered theatrically and expounded, "I want to take Lindsay into my arms and never let her go! My God, she is so hot..."

"I'm glad you and Lindsay are back together, Trish," I quietly told her. "It would have been criminal if Lindsay really did leave us back in August, and you were not given the opportunity to resurrect your relationship with her. I know how very happy you have been these past few months."

Trish took a deep breath, then looked up at me and offered a faint smile. "I owe it all to you, Jeremy. Like everything else I now have in my life, I owe it all to you."

"What do you mean?"

"You are the one who ultimately convinced Lindsay to stay with us," Trish reminded me. "Even if you did not realize that you were doing it at the time, Jeremy, you convinced her to stay and build a life with us. You were SO NICE to her, SO CARING and SO LOVING, you left her no choice but to stay. How could any girl walk away from you after how you treated Lindsay during what was supposed to be her final week on the island? There was no way. And in the process, Lindsay was willing to try a relationship with me again."

Trish glanced over at Lindsay, who was still unaware that we were at the doorway admiring her. A lone tear streaked down Trish's immaculate face as she professed, "That girl is my LIFE. I love her more than anything." She then looked at me again, saying, "And everything I have with her, Jeremy, I owe it all to you. Everything."

When Trish encircled my body with both arms and buried her face upon my willing chest, I felt a certain sense of joy and tranquility wash over me all at once. At least for those few seconds, everything in the world felt right to me. I was so happy for everything that Trish and Lindsay had together. No one was happier they had rekindled their romance than me.

"I love you, Jeremy," Trish volunteered, her face still smashed against my chest. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"I love you too, sunshine," I countered, using one of my (many) nicknames for her. "And you are very welcome."

"HEY!" I heard Lindsay squeal.

When I looked up, the precocious teen-ager was peeling away her headphones and making her way toward us. After closing the short distance, Lindsay placed both hands upon her hips and snapped in mock disgust, "What is this? You two hugging each other, and not inviting ME?"

"What were you listening to?" I asked, motioning toward her iPod Nano device.

"Lily Allen."

Suddenly lost, I shrugged my shoulders at Lindsay. "I've never even heard of Lily Allen. Who is that?"

"Of course you haven't heard of Lily Allen," Lindsay giggled. "You're OLD, Jeremy. Super hardcore ancient old, remember? Old men like you don't listen to good music."

"39 is not old," I admonished her, enjoying the teasing banter. Indeed, the age difference between Lindsay and yours truly was not lost on either of us. We had fun playing it up from time-to-time.

"Lily Allen is a British singer," Trish told me. "She is very popular in the United Kingdom and all throughout Europe. Not many people from the United States and Canada know of her, but those who do - like me and Lindsay - we love her. She is very ... different, and very cool."

"Lily Allen rocks!" Lindsay exclaimed. "She sings about giving head in the middle of the wet patch on her bed!"

I had to suppress a burst of laughter. "Umm, excuse me?"

"Now you know why Lindsay likes her so much," Trish giggled. "Those kind of lyrics are right up Lindsay's alley! I told you ... Lily Allen is different, and unique. She is very opinionated too, it seems."

"I'm actually glad the two of you are here right now," I said to Trish and Lindsay, my tone turning a bit more reserved and serious. "I came down here today hoping I'd find the two of you together. When in doubt, I know, the first place I always look for you two is the recreation room."

"We love it here," Trish beamed, glancing around at all the pinball and arcade machines, the video game consoles, the row of super computers, the pool and air hockey tables, and so much more. "Lindsay and I are gamer geeks."

"I have a big favor to ask the both of you."

"What is it, Jeremy?" Trish wondered. "I'll do anything for you. You know that. So will Lindsay."

"I'm not quite so sure about that!" Lindsay huffed, folding her arms in a playful manner and leaning against the doorway. "First I need to hear what the favor is, and then we can do some negotiating."

"Oh, stop it, baby," Trish scolded her, but in a fun way. "Jeremy is being serious. Let's hear what he wants."

"It would mean a lot to me," I told them, my voice suddenly cracking, "if you girls were extra-nice to Pamela, and did whatever you could to try and convince her to stay with us. Right now, things are not looking good."

"What?" Lindsay blurted out, upset, her expression and demeanor changing that quickly. "Why? What happened?"

"Pamela is very confused right now, and does not know what to do," I explained. "She does not want to go home. She no longer has a job at the strip club. There is nothing for her to return home to. Yet she is unsure about staying with us, because it's difficult for her to wrap her mind around being in the type of lifestyle that we lead. It is like she is stuck in limbo right now ... doesn't want to go home, doesn't want to commit to us. I ... I'd like you girls to try and talk to her. Just tell her how happy you are. Tell her any concerns you had beforehand, any trepidations, and whether or not you were able to overcome them."

"The only thing Pamela wants to commit to, Jeremy, is you," Trish deadpanned. "I know you love her and all, and you want to take care of her and make her happy, but you have been down this road with her before. It did not end well last time. Both you and I know that."

"Pamela just needs us to show her!" Lindsay disagreed. "Pamela needs us to show her how happy she could be with us!"

Trish winced and shook her head. "I don't know, honey. When Pamela was here earlier in the year, I got the chance to talk to her a lot - especially once Jeremy's relationship with Kristanna began to take off. Pamela was so angry; so furious ... she was so jealous. I have some serious doubts as to whether or not Pamela could make it with us nowadays, and be happy. I'm sorry, but I do."

"Nooooo..." Lindsay whined in protest.

I frowned. "Pamela went up to the waterfall with Krissy and Devon yesterday afternoon. They had plans of going swimming and having a fun time together. It was basically Krissy's way of extending Pamela an olive branch, so to speak, and pulling her one step closer to us."

I shook my head and continued, "Well, as they often do - Krissy and Devon got carried away. They had been talking with Pamela, but soon started kissing each other real hot and heavy in the water. Pamela kind of stood there for a moment and watched them, but then frowned and walked away. She WALKED AWAY from them. Pamela went back to the Jeep. It was like she wanted no part of Krissy and Devon."

Lindsay was pouting. "Which goes back to Trish's point that Pamela only wants to commit to you, Jeremy."

"You're wrong about yesterday," Trish told me, shaking her head. "Pamela did not walk away from Krissy and Devon because she was disinterested. Pamela walked away from them because she was just days removed from being in the hospital with a massive heart scare. Pamela does not want to do anything hard or strenuous that gets her blood pumping quicker than it needs to until the doctor clears her."

My eyes wide, I stared at her. "Pamela told you this?"

"I talked to her about it last night!" Trish informed me. "And if Pamela frowned as you said she did, it was probably because she felt guilty for having to turn and walk away from Krissy and Devon. But Pamela felt that she HAD to. She was fearful that they may pull her between them, get her all hot and bothered, and then maybe her heart has a bad reaction."

"So Pamela walked away from them not because she did not want to be there or was turned off by Krissy and Devon and what they were doing, but rather for her own physical safety and well-being," I summarized. "Wow. This puts a whole new spin on everything. I thought Pamela was turned off by them. Yet you say, Trish, that was not the case at all? You really talked to her about this whole situation?"

Trish nodded her head. "I did. Last night. Pamela felt bad because Devon did not say a word to her the entire trip back to the mansion. Devon is under the impression that Pamela does not belong here. In Devon's eyes, Pamela is not one of us. Devon thinks what you did, Jeremy. She thinks Pamela wanted nothing to do with her and Krissy yesterday."

"Did Pamela talk to Devon? Did YOU talk to Devon?"

"I haven't had the chance yet," she mewed.

I hung my head low and sighed. I needed to find Devon and talk to her. Fast. I also needed to find Kristanna. Hell, I needed to find Pamela as well. "Let me ask you something, Trish. Are you in favor of Pamela ultimately staying with us? I want you to tell me the truth. Be honest."

The 30-year-old appeared lost in thought for a moment or two. "Hmmmmm ... good one. I have no issue with Pamela staying and being a part of our little family, provided she changes her outlook and attitude on a lot of things. Pamela has to open her heart - bad pun there, I know - and allow the rest of us in. She cannot concentrate all of her effort and energy onto you, Jeremy, and think that is going to fly with the rest of us. Rifts will develop, and everything the six of us have built may come crashing down. I don't want that, Jeremy, and I know for a fact that you don't, either."

"Do you WANT Pamela to stay?"

"I want Pamela to do what makes her happy," Trish told me. "I have nothing against the girl. She and I were good, close friends when she was here on the island back in June and July. If Pamela wants to stay and is willing to fit in and adapt to the way we do things - our lifestyle - I would welcome her with open arms. My feelings for her may not be super strong, but I know how much she means to you, Jeremy, and I would be willing to give her the opportunity for that reason alone. After everything you have done for me, I owe that to you."

"You already know I want Pamela to stay with us," Lindsay pouted, looking at me. "Pamela was like a big sister to me back during the summer! Pamela was so nice to me."

I laughed at her. "ALL of the girls on the island are like a big sister to you, sweetheart!"

Trish was giggling. "All you remember, Lindsay, is Pamela giving you that lap dance in the dining room."

"That's what started the big orgy we had that one night!" the 19-year-old exclaimed, her blue eyes literally flashing at the erotic memories. "That night was so HOT!"

"See what I mean?" Trish asked me, snickering.

"In all seriousness," Lindsay offered, her voice changing as well, "I will talk to Pamela some more for you, Jeremy. I have talked to her already, but I will do it again. I will do my best to convince her that she needs to stay with us." Lindsay's tone turned ultra sweet and innocent as she ended, "I'll even use my little girl voice ... no one can resist it!"

"Pamela is the last, little chick that Jeremy needs to round up and bring back to his nest," Trish smiled. "He already has the rest of us. Pamela would complete the set, and the family. I'm all for it, provided Pamela is."

"What about Camille?" Lindsay giggled.

"CAMILLE?" Trish erupted, caught off-guard by the mere mention of that horrific name. "I don't think Jeremy wants Camille back, baby. In fact, I know he doesn't!"

"Jeremy can marry Camille, too!" Lindsay joked, suddenly laughing up a storm. I stared at Lindsay in disbelief as she then went into musical verse, singing, "Jeremy and Camille, sittin' in a tree ... K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

Trish latched onto Lindsay's right forearm with a hand and squeezed tightly. "Honey, stop it!" The 19-year-old was having too much fun, though, so Trish peered at her even more intently. "When was the last time you were spanked?"

"Ummmmm," Lindsay chortled, "this morning, by YOU?"

"Obviously it didn't do any good," I told Trish.

"You clearly need another one," Trish admonished her in a playful, loving manner, dropping to her knees upon the floor and then pulling Lindsay down with her.

Lindsay struggled for a moment and eventually broke free of Trish's grasp, but then moaned as she stretched herself forward until she was sprawled front-first across the floor here in the recreation room. A smile came to Trish's face as she slipped both of her luscious legs underneath Lindsay's pelvis and in the process, raised her ass. Now, Trish had a prime target for that deserved spanking across her lap.

"How could you possibly spank ME?" Lindsay huffed, looking back over her shoulder at Trish. She let out a little whine - a mock one at that, mind you - as Trish unbuttoned those denim shorts, then pulled them and Lindsay's panties down to mid-thigh. "I am so innocent! How could you do this to me?"

Lindsay began to grunt and squeal with passionate delight as Trish landed a series of open-handed swats upon her sweet, upturned ass. I smiled at the sight - my cock twitching with life - as Trish playfully taunted Lindsay with her words.

"It's becoming fairly obvious to me, honey, that you're going to need to be spanked every day for the rest of your life." Trish brought her own right hand to her mouth and offered it a full, sweeping lick, then went right back to peppering Lindsay's backside with a succession of quick blows.

The force Trish was using for the discipline, by the way, was extremely tame. On a scale of one to ten, Trish was maybe registering a two. Keep in mind that no matter what, Trish would never harm or cause Lindsay any sort of actual pain or discomfort. This was the blueprint of a pleasure spanking.

Whether it was over-handed or back-handed, Trish was persistent as she continued to pepper Lindsay's quivering ass with a succession of quick blows. There was a strict look in her eyes, but also a smile upon her face, as her right arm was in constant motion. Both of them were having fun.