Island Fever Ch. 02

I nodded my head. "Of course I mean it." After a brief hesitation, I extended both arms and offered Amy a loving embrace. She felt magnificent all nice and snug within my arms. The warmth of her body was quite therapeutic to my soul. When our hug was over, I was shocked to find Amy was the one blushing now. Although it was slight and did not last all that long, Amy certainly blushed. I saw it.

"Is everything okay?"

Amy glanced downward for a moment, then flashed me a warm and genuine smile. "Everything is fine, Jeremy. Just fine. In fact ... things have never been more fine."

I put my hand out to her. "Let's go have breakfast."

The shapely red-head accepted my hand and agreed, "Let's."

As we walked out of the meeting room, Amy leaned upward and pecked the side of my face with a kiss. I could not believe the sudden change in her personality. She went from relentlessly teasing and prodding Lindsay with her words, drawing the ire of Trish in the process, to being humble and appreciative for the simple act of receiving a hug from me. Then, I recalled that the profiler program on the computer stated that Amy may have Cyclothymic Personality Disorder.

Similar to Bipolar Disorder, but not quite as severe or as potentially dangerous, Cyclothymic Personality Disorder is a chronic mood disturbance where a person can fluctuate from feeling energized and full of life to experiencing bouts of depression moments later. Worst of all, nothing specific has to occur for the sudden shift in mood to take place. It can also be applied to feeling happy and talkative, or overly gracious, to acting highly irritable with reckless words and thoughts a short time later. While in this state of mind, the person has very little or no regard toward the feelings of others. He or she might say hurtful things to friends or even loved ones, and then not realize the ramifications of those words and verbal jabs until hours or even days later.

Although I had known Amy for less than 24 hours, I got the sense that she could very well suffer from Cyclothymia - or perhaps a different, but similar, mental health disorder. In my mind, at least, Amy seemed to have several of the symptoms associated with this illness. There is help available, but only for those who step forward and actually want the help. A powerful medication, Lithium, is used to help stabilize a person's mood and everyday feelings.

It seemed to me that it would benefit Amy - and those in her daily life (such as the other ladies and yours truly) - if she were to seek counseling and be placed on a medication program. Having known her for less than an entire day, it would certainly be out of line for me to suggest that Amy seek professional help at this point in time. As I got to know her more, though, and if we became closer as friends and perhaps even lovers, I could make the suggestion to Amy in the future. I only had her best interests in mind. Something about Amy was ... not right.

If it seemed that I had a vested interest in this, I did. I had a mental disorder of my own - Dysthymia. Classified as an illness which includes constant feelings of mild to moderate depression, Dysthymia all but crippled me from the ages of 19 to 35 because I refused to seek treatment for it. It was not until I met a woman by the name of Kristanna - who would eventually become my best friend - that I went to see a psychotherapist over in Peru who placed me on a daily dose of the antidepressant drug Effexor. For the past four years, I had been taking 225mg of Effexor (three tablets) daily.

Although the medicine did not eliminate the daily symptoms of Dysthymia completely, I can attest that I am a million times better off today for taking it than I was four years ago before Kristanna convinced me to seek professional help. I had the feeling (hope?) that a similar story could be told for Amy if she were to take that first step toward wellness and a visit a doctor. I would gladly pay any medical fees...

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Most everyone was anxious to walk down to the beach and take a dip in the ocean after our meal was completed, so I decided to let them do their thing while sneaking back up to my private suite. Due to the kiss she earlier placed on my cheek - and the light-up-the-darkest-room type of smile that went along with it - Lindsay was in a running derby with the likes of Devon and Pamela as I contemplated which of the ladies was my early favorite. It was much too close to call.

At this stage, could I go wrong with any of them? Lindsay had the innocent look going for her, which I found to be extremely tempting. She had earlier come to breakfast with her immaculate, long-flowing blonde hair tied into a bushy pony-tail. Lindsay looked to be no older than 14 or 15, though her actual age was 18. That was extremely tempting for me. So was her very nubile, lithe and slender figure.

Pamela, on the other hand, had the top-heavy look of a seasoned stripper, which was quite fitting, because that was how the 30-year-old had made her living for the past decade. She had a spectacular body, but also seemed extremely down-to-earth and likable. In fact, Pamela came across as somewhat quiet and reserved. Perhaps as she and I got to know one another better, Pamela would open up to me as well. I found myself very interested in her as a person.

Everything about Devon thus far seemed to indicate that she was a goddess in every sense of the word. It was also clear that the 27-year-old from Pennsylvania was candid and honest with her feelings. I still felt butterflies in my stomach as I thought back to last evening, when the lovely, voluptuous blonde planted that tender kiss on my cheek out of nowhere. It really surprised me, and caught me off-guard. Needless to say, I was quickly developing a very deep and powerful appreciation for Devon as well.

Clearly, there was no way that I could go wrong if I chose my favorite from these three women. Lindsay was so fresh and wholesome, while Pamela was the mature and reserved woman of the group. Devon was obviously very straightforward and open with her feelings and thoughts, which was a quality that I greatly appreciated. I loved honesty.

Of course, I was not about to sell Trish or Camille short, either. Trish was a certified fitness instructor whose physical attributes rivaled those of Pamela's. My problem thus far with Trish was that the interaction between us had been very brief and limited. Still, Trish was very friendly and elegant. It seemed every time I had looked her way thus far, she was smiling brightly. Perhaps that was because Lindsay was always with her? If only one thing was certain on the island thus far, it was that Trish had a definite attraction for Lindsay. Again, who could blame her? But in the process, Trish seemed to be oblivious to everyone else on the island - including me. I wanted to change that. Trish was clearly the type of woman who would be worth investing a lot of time and effort into pursuing a relationship with. That feeling, though, had to be mutual.

According to the discussion she had with Devon last night, Camille did not fully trust me - or my intentions - yet. I certainly understood her concerns, though she seemed to be the only one who had doubts as to whether or not my motives for the upcoming six weeks were good and genuine. I would have to earn her trust over the following days and weeks. The best way for me to do that would to simply be myself.

Of course, I was not about to dismiss Amy from my list of potential favorites. A self-proclaimed slut, Amy was easily the most forward and aggressive of the group when it came to anything sexual. I could still visualize the sight of Amy from last evening, when she appeared at the door of my suite wearing that little blouse and miniskirt, with a smile on her charming face. She had an incredible body. Or how about earlier yesterday, wearing the Filthy WHORE, Sin For Sale top? I will never forget the image of Amy in that thing.

Amy was quite opinionated, which should be fairly obvious by now, and not afraid to speak her mind. Amy did overstep the boundaries with what she had just said to Lindsay. There was no doubt about that. But did Amy know any better? I got the sense that Amy had been saying things like that to people throughout her entire life. It seemed to me that Amy enjoyed shocking others and getting reactions out of them. But did she understand that her words had ramifications?

Still, I liked Amy. There was a good and genuine person lurking underneath all of that aggression ... somewhere. Would medication help bring that person to the forefront, so I could meet her? Or would a healthy dose of tender loving care do the trick? Either way, I was hell-bent in looking past whatever problems Amy had. I wanted to get to know her as a person. We seemed to have a lot in common.

I could easily picture myself falling endlessly in love with any of these six women. All of them had qualities and characteristics that were very near and dear to my heart. What I had to figure out over the next six weeks was which of them appealed to me the most. That was going to be tough. Again, how could I go wrong with any of them?

As I briefly mentioned in the prior chapter, my ultimate reason for bringing these women to the island with me was so I could, hopefully, find someone to eventually settle down with, and marry. I will expound upon that in the future.

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While sipping a glass of fruit punch inside my personal suite, I suddenly came to the conclusion that at least for now, Pamela had reclaimed her spot as my favorite lady. I went to sleep last evening thinking that it was Amy, but had now done an about-face and went back to my original favorite.

I could not get the image of Pamela's charming face and magnificent body out of my mind. The thoughts were haunting me and causing my cock to stir within my shorts once again. I took a big swig of fruit punch, hoping it would settle and heal my rattled nerves. Unfortunately, it failed.

I inhaled a deep breath and then decided to venture back into the nearby voyeur room. All of the monitors which surveyed the guest suites were blank, indicating that none of the ladies were in them since the system was triggered with the use of motion detectors. That was excellent. I wanted everyone to stay active and not dwell in their rooms.

The monitor showing the west beach was registering activity, as well as the exercise room and library.

For now, I decided to focus on the beach. I zoomed in with my hidden camera and noticed that the trio of Devon, Amy and Camille were all running along the shoreline, splashing each other with water and having an overall good time in their teensy-weensy bikinis. I quietly wondered to myself if the bikinis would eventually come off, and these three ladies would go au natural. That was a pipe dream on my part, I figured, however.

It was a bit surprising to me that Trish and Lindsay - both of whom I thought would definitely be at the beach - were now in the exercise room. Trish was putting her body through a good workout on a nautilus machine while Lindsay sat on a nearby bench, watching her and idly chatting away.

Trish was quite the fitness freak, I guess, so perhaps she and Lindsay stumbled across the gigantic exercise room and the Canadian could not stop herself from trying it out. There were so many machines and free weights that it could easily pass for a five-star fitness center.

Lindsay was so small and frail that I had a difficult time trying to imagine her lifting any sort of weights. If anything, perhaps Trish could bench-press Lindsay herself! That sure would be a definite sight to see...

On the monitor which displayed the expansive library, Pamela was seated at a table, wearing neat, wire-trimmed glasses and looking as desirable as ever. She seemed very interested in her book, although I could not tell exactly what it was. The question then crossed my mind as to why Pamela was all by her lonesome in the library. Hmmmmm...

All of the other ladies were keeping one another company elsewhere on the island, so I decided that I would try my hand at offering Pamela some as well. Not only was she my current favorite, but Pamela was all by herself. It stood to reason that if I sought anyone out at this point in time, it would have to be Pamela. Right? Thus, after sealing the secret entrance to the voyeur room, I left my personal suite and quickly wandered off toward the library.

When I got there, I was vividly reminded of Pamela's immense beauty once again. Never before did I think that a woman could look this luscious while wearing glasses. In a strange twist - at least for me - I actually thought that Pamela looked better with her glasses on instead of off. They gave her even more of a classy, worldly appearance.

Of all the women here - for whatever reason - the one that I seemed to respect the most thus far was Pamela. I believe it was due to the fact that I got the overwhelming sense that she was so much better - in so many different ways - than your prototypical, garden variety stripper.

Unfortunately, the 30-year-old was far too interested in her book. She did, however, look up long enough to offer me a friendly nod and a smile, but then went right back to reading. In a way, I felt deflated. Pamela was far more interested in her book than she was in talking with me. Ahhhhh, the sting of rejection. This was not the first time for me. It most assuredly would not be the last, either.

I took a painful sigh and moved on from the library. I should not feel too bad, I convinced myself. Perhaps Pamela was one of those people who enjoyed throwing her absolute heart and soul into a book, and did not want to be disturbed. Hopefully, I would be the object of her undivided attention sometime soon. I would like that very much...

Adjacent from the spacious living room was the sliding glass door, which led outside. I decided to take that route while getting rid of my shirt. Then, I dove head-first into the pristine, infinity-edged pool and began swimming several laps back-and-forth. Not only was this good exercise for me, but it was also a tremendous amount of fun. Swimming was one thing that I definitely enjoyed. I could do it all day.

The outdoor pool was one of my favorite spots to simply kick back and relax on the whole island. Believe it or not, but the pool had no walls. It featured a gently sloping entrance on all four sides which mimicked a beach in both looks and feel. From a distance, this design element gave the illusion of water flowing off the edge of the pool (in reality, the water went through a series of drains where it was re-circulated). The vanishing edge effect of the pool was quite dramatic here on the island, since it overlooked beautiful, sweeping views of the Pacific Ocean. When looking at the pool from the right angle, it appeared as if the water emptied out into the ocean in the distance.

The pool also featured several fountains which created a sound shield and helped keep the water clean. Intermittently squirting fountains near the north entry of the pool were a definite joy to watch. Fountains coming from antique Greek urns made an elegant, timeless statement. Laminar flow fountains shot a stream of water through the air about the size of a person's finger. The water held together and created a moving, liquid tube which carried the glow of fiber optic lighting. Lastly, two foaming fountains mixed water and air for a frothy, mushroom-type effect.

As you can most likely tell, I had invested a lot of time, money and effort into creating what was - at least for me - the perfect pool. It had been three years in the making. I really do not see how the pool could be any better than this.

After coming up for a much-needed breath here in the huge mass of water, I noticed Pamela standing just outside the sliding glass door. I was delighted! Did she want to strike up a conversation? Now the one watching me, Pamela clasped both hands together at her waist and leaned against the door. She was dressed in a pair of denim cut-offs and a silky blouse. Her glasses, however, were a thing of the past.

"Hi there," I greeted her, wanting to sound as friendly as possible. "Had enough of your book?"

"For now," she responded, her brown eyes studying me. "I thought I would look in and see if you were skinny-dipping. I see you're not." Pamela grinned at her own words.

"Were you hoping?" I teased her.

She laughed. "Is that why you wore swimming trunks?"

"No. I have my reasons."

"Like getting us naked?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Something like that."

"Or maybe having sex with all of us?"

My eyebrows raised at those words. "Sounds good to me."

Pamela giggled. "This will be an interesting summer."

"Actually, it's the winter," I advised her. "We're near the equator, remember? It is winter-time right now in this part of the world. Yet, it's still swimming weather."

"That's good to know," the blonde smirked. "It wouldn't be as fun right now if we went around dressed like Eskimos. Winter during the first week of June ... what a concept."

I swallowed hard as Pamela shifted her weight from one foot to the other. It was a subtle move on her part, but also powerfully erotic to my adoring eyes. I wondered if she did that on purpose to get a reaction from me? "You have a good point. Hey there, dear ... want to go for a swim? I must say that the water feels absolutely perfect."

Pamela grinned, but shook her head. "No, not right now. Maybe in a little while, but not now."

I held back an evil chuckle before telling her, "I'll go skinny-dipping with you if you want me to. Of course, you will have to go skinny-dipping too, you know."

She laughed. "I think it's time I go back to my book."

"What are you reading?" I tried to keep the conversation going, but Pamela quickly turned and went right back into the mansion. She looked over her shoulder and first gave me a smile, then a wave, before disappearing around the corner.

The mere sight of Pamela's lush ass in those tight denim shorts; I hated to see her leave, but LOVED to watch her go!

The conversation with Pamela only added to my sexual tension. I tried to dampen those feelings with a few more laps around the pool, but it was futile. I felt as if I needed to have sex once again. It would be the only way I could get rid of this tension and desire within my body. Where was Amy? She would never play hard-to-get with me. Amy would jump my bones, so to speak, in a heartbeat. Of course, she would probably do the same for a lot of people. Still, Amy seemed to be my only possible outlet right now.

I got out of the pool and dried off, then decided to go back to my suite. I went directly into the voyeur room and just like before, found the same television monitors active. Trish and Lindsay were still in the exercise room, while Pamela was perched at the table in the library, reading.

As I eyed the screen which displayed the picturesque west beach, I could tell that the tide was not as high today as it usually was. Still, the tranquil sound of the incoming waves as they rolled onto the beach was always relaxing. There was not a single cloud in the sky; it was blue for as far as the eye could see. The air there was always soft and pure, and had that tropical smell which was so intoxicating.

The island really had a lot to offer. In addition to the sprawling beaches and various waterfalls, there was the sheer beauty of the forest, the grandeur of a dormant volcano and the breathtaking views atop high-steeped peaks and cliffs.

But few things could compare to the beaches, which were a wonderful place to heal jaggled nerves. I could sit there for hours on end and simply meditate, and feel much better because of it. If I were to stay there all day long, I would later witness the sun sinking into the Pacific Ocean amidst a blaze of glorious tropical colors. That was, without a doubt, the most stunning sight of all on the entire island.