Island Fever Ch. 07

Chapter 7: "Cryptic"

"Hey Jeremy!"

As I entered the front room of the estate on this bright and sunny Sunday morning, I looked around in all different directions for the source of that friendly, energetic voice, but there was not a soul to be found.

"Earth to Jeremy!"

I looked again, but did not see anyone. I then shook my head and wondered if, for some reason, I was hearing things. Was I going senile in my advancing age?

"Jeremy!"

When my face was turned toward the right, that same voice made me look around and focus all of my attention to the far left. I narrowed my gaze to the circular wet bar, as well as the panels of sweeping, beveled mirrors directly behind it. I noticed the back of a blonde head hidden behind the counter of the bar via the mirror. With such thick and luxurious hair, not to mention its healthy waves, I knew it was...

"Trish?"

The beautiful and charming 30-year-old giggled with pure delight as she stood up from behind the lavish bar, finally revealing herself to me. "Hi Jeremy!"

I made my way over to her and smiled. "Hiding from me?"

"Just playing, actually," Trish countered. "I was hoping that you wouldn't spot me for another few seconds. It was fun to see that confused look on your face."

I tilted my head at her. "Do you like hiding from people while calling out their name, Miss Trish?"

"Just playing," she reiterated, giggling. "Anyway, how are you doing, Jeremy? What's up?"

I shrugged my shoulders and took a seat at the bar. "Not much, I guess. No matter where you go - Canada, America or even a tropical island like this - Sundays are always slow. Everyone seems to be kicking back and taking it easy today."

Trish sat down upon the stool on the enclosed side of the bar across from me. "Have you seen Lindsay since breakfast?"

"I think she is out back at the pool with Amy," I said, having eavesdropped on a discussion between those two ladies no more than 15 minutes ago with the help of the voyeur room. I added another smile for Trish and commented, "You ... you're really attracted to that girl. You love Lindsay."

She nodded her head. "Yes, I do." Trish hesitated for a moment and glanced downward. When she made eye contact with me seconds later, I noticed that her face was suddenly a very bright shade of red. Now Trish was the one blushing! "I want to thank you, Jeremy, for what happened Thursday night."

"Oh?"

Trish fidgeted about a bit upon the stool before finally saying, "What you and me did for Lindsay. It ... it was the most incredible experience of my life. Bar none."

I nodded my head. "Was that the first time you had sex with two or more people at the same time?"

"Yeah," Trish answered, her tone peppy and insightful. "I think I am going to have the first time for a lot of things on this island of yours. I've just ... I've never been the kind of girl to be so wild and carefree. So open. But this island is opening new doors for me."

"You always WANTED to be wild and carefree, though..."

"Yes, most definitely," Trish remarked. "A part of me always has, at least. But I pride myself in being smart and sensible." And classy too, I said inwardly. "I'm not like Amy where I have an army of boyfriends and girlfriends back home. On this island, though, I can just LET GO. I have. This is such a wonderful, WONDERFUL atmosphere."

"Why was Thursday night so incredible for you?"

"Lindsay is so sweet and beautiful, you know," Trish told me. "I think Lindsay is a doll. I think she is perfect in every sense of the word. It was ... it was an honor for me to be with her for her first time having sex. An honor." Trish shook her head. Did I catch a tear running down her cheek? "The way we treated her ... the way YOU treated her, Jeremy. It was ... it was like a fairy tale to me." Trish paused and added, "Where were you years ago when I lost my virginity? THAT was such a terrible experience for me. But you, Jeremy ... you ... were so kind and loving with Lindsay. It is a memory she will cherish for the rest of her life. It could not have been scripted any better."

"You were kind and loving with Lindsay too, sweetheart," I reminded Trish. "And you were just as much a part of the proceedings as I was. Lindsay will cherish her time with you for the rest of her life as well." I took a deep breath before asking, "Why was losing your virginity such a terrible experience? Provided, you don't mind sharing it with me..."

Trish made a face. "It was back in high school with an old boyfriend of mine. I thought he loved me. He told me he loved me. But all he wanted out of me was sex. It took me a while to realize that. Unfortunately, though, it was after I had already given my virginity to him."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Oh, don't be sorry," Trish grinned. "It wasn't your fault, Jeremy. I just ... I think back a lot, and wish that my first time was with someone like you." My body tingled as Trish went on, "You would have made it special for me, Jeremy, just like you made it special for Lindsay." Trish giggled and shook her head quite vigorously. "Oh ... that is too much for me to say to you. Too personal."

"Not at all," I insisted.

"I shouldn't go getting all deep and brutally honest with you about my feelings. It's just ... I cannot stop thinking about what happened between the three of us Thursday night."

"I don't mind one bit," were my words. "You can say whatever you want to me, Trish. Whatever you want. You would never make me uncomfortable with anything that you say, as long as it is the truth. I love total honesty. I also love being open and honest with others as well."

The Canadian offered me an inquisitive look. "What was your first time having sex like, Jeremy? Was it good?"

I stumbled over my thoughts for a moment, then composed myself and told her, "It was extremely special for me."

"Who was it? A girlfriend from high school? College?"

"Kristanna."

"KRISTANNA?" Trish exclaimed, her eyes wide in response. "Kristanna? You ... you lost your virginity to KRISTANNA?"

"Yes." I knew what was coming next.

"If you've known Kristanna for what ... four years, and you are age 39 now ... then you did not have sex until you were age 35?" Trish was flabbergasted. "You were a VIRGIN until you were 35?" Trish placed a hand to her mouth and moaned, perhaps angry at herself. It seemed as if Trish did not want to offend me with her words, but feared she may have very well done just that. "Oh God, Jeremy ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything bad or negative with what I..."

"It's okay," I assured her, cutting her words off. "It's a perfectly normal reaction. A lot of guys have sex before they graduate from high school. A lot more by the time they graduate from college. Me ... I was a late bloomer, I guess. Not until I was 35. But I don't have any regrets."

"Surely you had opportunities," Trish said, which brought a smile to my face. "I mean ... if you don't mind talking about it, Jeremy. Why? Why did you wait so long?"

"I did have a couple of opportunities along the way," I pouted. "I was even engaged once - Victoria was her name. We were only 19 and made it all the way to our wedding day. But something went terribly wrong, and it never happened. Our marriage, our life, our future ... everything. Gone."

"What happened?" Trish inquired, concerned.

I shook my head and spoke in a very bitter voice, "I am sorry, Trish, but I rather not talk about that day."

"Oh..." She was taken aback with my tone.

I sighed and shook my head. "I am sorry. I did not mean to snap at you." I shook my head one more time. "I did have my opportunities for sex, as I said. I was engaged to Victoria. We made it to our wedding day, but were never married. I also seriously dated a girl in Oregon during the few months that I lived there, but I never had sex with her, either. Her name was Tiffany. Unfortunately, Tiffany cared more about my money than she actually cared about me. I never came close to having sex with her. Victoria too."

Trish shrugged her shoulders. "I don't want to intrude or be nosey, Jeremy. But you never had sex with your fiancee?"

I let out a begrudging laugh and responded, "I was hoping to save myself for my wedding night."

"Oh my God!..." Trish gasped, now bringing both hands to her mouth and momentarily covering it. "That's so sweet! And so very noble! There are not many guys who would even CONSIDER that!" She hesitated, perhaps lost in thought for a moment or two. "How did Kristanna get you to change your mind? I mean ... I KNOW that you're not married to her."

"Kristanna is very different than me in the way that she looks at life," I told Trish. "Kristanna is very happy and jovial. She wants to go a million miles-per-hour in life, ALWAYS have fun, and NEVER have any regrets. Basically, when we met and became friends, Kristanna convinced me to have sex with her. She knew that I was a virgin, too. I told her. I guess you could say that Kristanna helped bring out a new side of me, Trish. Just like you said the island is bringing out a new side of you."

"Kristanna made it extremely special for you, eh?"

I smiled at Trish. "Kristanna treated me the same way that I treated Lindsay. I'll never forget that night. It is something that I will cherish for the rest of my life. I could not have asked for a better scenario."

"That is so neat!" Trish squealed. "I'll have to go and give Kristanna a hug, and tell her thank you, next time I see her." She shrugged her shoulders and added, "You and her say that you are just friends, Jeremy, but I cannot see why you and Kristanna have not hooked up for a relationship yet. I mean ... you and Kristanna seem like a really cool couple. I know that she has been here just a few days, so I don't know what has gone on in the past with you two. But from what I've seen thus far, you and Kristanna are always happy and laughing together. I think you two make a neat couple. You seem like ... like a perfect match."

"Kristanna is a farm girl from Norway and I am an island dweller from the South Pacific," I explained. "Any type of commitment between us would never work. Kristanna likes to vacation here, but she loves Norway, and would never leave it. Personally, I don't want to leave this island. I have been all over the world. Born in Ohio, lived on the east and west coasts, vacationed everywhere. This is my home. I have no intention of ever living anywhere but this island."

Trish appeared confused for a moment. "I thought you said that you have homes in both Ohio and California..."

"I do," I nodded. "In name only, really, though. My father and his girlfriend live in the house in California. I keep it in my name for tax and financial purposes. That way, my father does not owe a cent on anything. Everything gets billed to me. The same goes for the house in Ohio, though no one officially resides in it right now. I mostly keep that particular home so I have a place to stay when I am visiting my family. Everyone in my immediate family, except my father, lives in the general Cincinnati area. But, this island is my one TRUE home. Always will be."

"You and Kristanna still make a cool couple, though. I think that the two of you look really good together."

"Hi Trish," came a shy, humble voice.

"Lindsay!" Trish exclaimed, standing up from the bar and making her way out from behind it via the swinging door.

When I turned around, my jaw literally hit the floor and I nearly had a heart attack. There was the ultra-sweet and darling Lindsay in a little, two-piece bikini. Her hair all soaked and disheveled from the pool, the 18-year-old had a white towel draped around her neck and shoulders. I felt an all-too-familiar rustling within my shorts.

I watched as Trish ran over and offered Lindsay a lively, spirited hug, even giving her a full, open-mouthed kiss in the process. "How are you doing, baby?"

Lindsay blushed red with embarrassment, but actually did something bold by reaching out and squeezing Trish's round, spandex-clad ass with her right hand. Of course, it was accompanied by a girlish giggle of great accomplishment. God, I said to myself. Lindsay reminded me of jailbait!

"Oh..." Trish smiled at her. "You squeeze my ass, baby, and I get to squeeze your ass!" Trish purred with delight as she encircled Lindsay's body with both arms and then trailed her hands down to that precious, tight ass. It was followed by a healthy squeeze, then a series of gentle pats. In turn, Lindsay seemed to sag and melt on her older lover. She really seemed to enjoy other people touching her ass. I had to make a mental note of that for the future.

"I need a shower," the young woman murmured in her soft, timid voice. "I was hoping you would help me with it..."

Trish's eyes seemed to light up like a Christmas tree at the prospects. "I'd LOVE to give you a shower!" Trish moved her lips close to Lindsay's ear and purred, "I will have to give your little pussy a thorough scrubbing with my tongue."

"Oh God..." Lindsay moaned in response, before turning her attention to me. "Hi th-there, sir. I mean ... Jeremy!"

I returned her smile with one of my own. "Hi doll..."

"Doll?" Lindsay giggled.

"Do you mind if Lindsay and I excuse ourselves, eh?" Trish asked me. "The girl needs a shower!"

"Not at all," I answered, although I was suddenly feeling terrible inside. "Have fun together."

"Let me give Jeremy a hug before we go off together," Lindsay said to Trish, an instant before breaking free of her clutches and then strolling over to me. Lindsay wrapped both arms around my neck and shoulders and squeezed quite generously, then even offered me a little kiss on the cheek to boot. Next, she pulled back and looked into my eyes. "I was talking to my mom on the telephone earlier, Jeremy. She wanted me to tell you thank you one more time for wiring all of that money to her bank account. She said that all of our household bills and credit card payments have been taken care of. And there is still plenty of money left over."

"It was my pleasure."

Lindsay kissed my cheek again. "And thank you, from me." Another kiss, followed by a suggestive smile. "Much more where that came from, too ... when the time is right." Of course, that suggestive smile was accompanied with a blush. Slowly but surely, Lindsay was coming out of her shell.

Trish decided to close the distance between us and give me a hug of her own. "You remember what I said to you," she then spoke, grasping hands with Lindsay. "You and Kristanna make a really neat couple, Jeremy. Remember that. Think about it. You're a really great guy, and I want you to be happy. You deserve it." Trish tugged at Lindsay's hand, then guided her away from me and eventually out of the front room. Lindsay did flash me a nice smile and wave, though...

Now all by my lonesome at the circular wet bar here in the front room of the estate, I hung my head low and sighed. Trish had been amongst my favorites of all of the ladies for a while, but it seemed as if it would be in my best interests to look elsewhere for that elusive soul-mate of mine. I had nothing against Trish, mind you. She had all of the qualities that I looked for in a woman. In fact, Trish seemed to be the ideal, picture-perfect candidate for a wife. Could anyone say one bad word about her? The simple problem was that Trish had tunnel vision for one person, and one person only - Lindsay.

Ample proof of that was what just transpired seconds ago. I was having a very nice and friendly discussion with Trish which appeared as if it may last for well over an hour. But when Lindsay showed up, Trish lost virtually all interest in me. She ran over to Lindsay and promptly went off with her.

Oh ... I should not feel bad about it, even though I did. In no way was Trish intentionally spiting or ignoring me. She was madly in love with Lindsay. Who could blame her?

Although this was just their seventh day together on the island, it was clearly obvious that Trish wanted to devote every fiber of her existence to Lindsay. No, I should not feel bad that Trish discarded me the way she did. Her whole universe completely stopped when Lindsay showed up. I understood perfectly, and was not upset with Trish at all. Again, who could blame her for falling in love with Lindsay? Lindsay was the innocent, teen angel from my deepest, darkest fantasies come to life. Obviously, Trish felt the same way.

I fidgeted about somewhat upon the stool at the bar and took a deep, ragged breath. Although I was not upset with Trish, it did hurt me - just a little - that she walked away from our discussion in that manner. I also felt bad simply because the subject of my ex-fiancee - Victoria - came up during the conversation with Trish. Just the mere mention of Victoria, who left me standing at the altar some 19 years ago (and sent my whole life into a downward spiral which has STILL yet to cease), never failed to horribly depress me.

The saga of Victoria - why she abandoned me and all of the many events leading up to that point - is a story in and of itself. I will have to go into explicit detail about her at some point during this story - but not now.

On a better note, I did find it interesting that Trish felt as if Kristanna and I made a neat couple. I could have fallen in love with Kristanna a long time ago, I guess, and almost did. But it would have never worked out between us simply because of geography. Kristanna and I were from seemingly different worlds. Different universes, even. The difference between this island and Norway was like night and day. Kristanna loved her country and did not want to live anywhere else. Me? I loved this island, as I said earlier, and did not want to live anywhere else.

So, Kristanna and I were nothing more than friends. We were very CLOSE friends - there were a lot of sexual sparks between us - but just friends nonetheless. I could trust Kristanna with anything. She was a wonderful friend to me. Was I even capable of looking at her as anything more?

"I yust vant yew to be happy, Jeremy." I cannot even begin to speculate how many times Kristanna had said that same, exact quote to me. Her English may have been broken, but the thought and sincerity were there, regardless.

Still, it was interesting to me that Trish believed that Kristanna and I went well together. We really did, I guess. She would be an excellent counterpoint for me as a soul-mate. Whereas I went through bouts of depression and anxiety, Kristanna was always so lively and cheerful. Kristanna helped keep me feeling good even on my bad days because of her limitless charisma and infectious demeanor. But it would never come to fruition between us because of geography.

I quickly composed myself when I heard a pair of voices somewhere off in the distance. I wondered for a moment if Trish and Lindsay had decided to return to me. When I was able to pinpoint on one of the two voices, though, there was no mistaking who it belonged to. It was certainly not Trish or Lindsay. Not this voice.

"Yew vant to go down to da beach and have picnic vid me?"

"I would love to, but I already promised Jeremy that I would meet him in his private suite a bit later on," Devon said in response to Kristanna, as both ladies entered the front room and then noticed that I was here as well. "Hey there, Jeremy!" Devon greeted, running over and offering me a very warm, albeit quick-hitting embrace.

The thought crossed my mind that Devon was someone who would never discard or forget about me the same way Trish did when Lindsay stepped into the front room moments ago. According to a series of discussions that she had with Camille, which I eavesdropped on with the help of my voyeur room, Devon was totally in love with me. And during my private time with Devon this past week, she had done just about everything to indicate that but actually profess her love to my face. But her feelings for me were obvious.