Island Fever Ch. 22

Chapter 22: "Quatern"

"Let's start with the easy stuff," Camille commented to Trish, as both ladies lounged beside the infinity-edged pool out back. "How long have you known that you're a lesbian?"

Trish, like Camille, was decked out in a two-piece string bikini. The sight of these two ladies - as I eavesdropped on their discussion from the voyeur room - was total eye candy to me. Trish's bikini was a light blue with white dots speckled about, while Camille's had flower print designs with multiple, flashy colors. Trish and Camille, with their raw sexuality, were most definitely a pair of beautiful, bombshell divas. No one could ever argue that point.

"I'm not a lesbian," Trish responded, making a face.

Camille appeared amused. "Okay. Okay ... you're NOT a lesbian. How long have you been bi-sexual? Can you tell me that? How many women have you been with in your lifetime? That is, before you came to the island?"

Trish pouted and fidgeted about somewhat within the pool chair. "You are kind of forward with your words, Camille. I'm not used to people asking me these kind of questions. I am not quite sure why you are so curious about me, either."

The lovely, busty Mexican shrugged her shoulders. "You never get anywhere in this world unless you ask questions. I always believe in being up-front and straightforward with others. That way, there is no confusion."

"Very well," Trish said flatly. "Before coming to the island, I had been with two women. I had a wild, one night fling years ago while I was still attending university with a close friend of mine. Her name was Victoria."

"Victoria?" I scoffed inside the voyeur room, violently shaking my head. My ex-fiancee was named Victoria. The same ex-fiancee who left me standing at the altar in front of my friends and family for another woman nearly 20 years ago. Victoria. That was a bad name in my book. Ewwwww...

"Victoria and I had a little too much to drink, though, and the next morning, she blamed what happened between us the previous night on all of the alcohol," Trish explained. "I really kind of shrugged it off myself, though I was not against the idea of having sex with Victoria again. But what happened between us totally freaked her out. I guess you can say that it ruined our friendship forever. Within just a couple of weeks, it was like we were strangers. It totally disgusted her that she had sex with another woman. I kind of liked it, though. I liked being with her. I ... I would have liked to have a loving relationship with her."

"You said there were two women," Camille mused. "Tell me about the other one now."

"Melina," Trish nodded. "I met her three years ago and, for whatever reason, there was definitely a very strong and mutual attraction between us from the start. Though I had been with Victoria years earlier, it took me hooking up with Melina to finally realize that I am bi-sexual." Trish took a deep breath and smiled. "We had a great relationship that lasted for two-and-a-half years. We were so much in love."

"Why aren't you with Melina anymore?"

Trish frowned and shook her head. "I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, but things just did not work out in the end." Trish frowned again. "Actually, things turned pretty ugly. We had a series of fights and arguments which led to our downfall. It was all pretty sad."

"Did your parents and sisters know about Melina?"

"Oh yes, they knew," Trish replied. "My family has always been extremely supportive of me no matter what I have chosen to do. They may not have understood why I was bi-sexual, but the only thing that mattered to them was whether or not I was happy with Melina. I was, quite obviously, so they were happy, too. My mom and dad, and my two sisters treated Melina so well. Melissa, my baby sister, really looked up to Melina. Actually, my whole family thought of me as a lesbian. It was cool, though, because none of them ever looked down on me. My family is really awesome ... they were happy for me."

"But you're not a lesbian, right? You are bi-sexual?"

"I adore men," Trish answered. "I absolutely adore them. I will never be a lesbian because I am so attracted to guys. If I had stayed with Melina - or even Lindsay - and was never with a man again for the rest of my life, I'd still consider myself bi-sexual. I could never cross that line between being bi-sexual and being a lesbian. It's a big jump to me."

"I told you this last night, but it bears repeating," Camille offered. "I'm about as close to being a lesbian as any woman can possibly be ... without actually being one." She extended all of her fingers and held her right hand just below her chin. "I've really had it up to here with guys." Camille shook her head and shivered as if a cold chill went down her spine. "I've been engaged twice, but both of those fuckers cheated on me before our wedding was to take place."

"I had a boyfriend before I was with Melina," Trish said. "His name was Chris. I caught him cheating several times and finally, I decided to pull the plug on our relationship. He tried to get me to change my mind for the longest time, but I wouldn't. Chris told me over and over that I was the girl for him. If I took him back, I knew he'd cheat again. I just did want to go through that again."

"Men," Camille sighed, flipping her hand out in a very negative manner. "If you were the girl for Chris, he would not have gone out and cheated on you behind your back."

"Exactly," Trish nodded. "But I could never stop liking guys. I will always like them - no matter what." She took a swig of her strawberry drink and smiled brightly. "Jeremy is really, really nice, you know. He's a good guy."

Camille shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe..."

"What do you mean, eh?"

"Guys are NOT to be trusted," Camille told her friend. "Each time that I start to feel comfortable and have good thoughts about Jeremy, he does something wrong which makes me have doubts in my mind again." Inside the voyeur room, my eyes narrowed at those words as Camille kept talking, "I cannot believe that he walked out on Amy's birthday party two nights ago and never came back. That was classless." Feeling guilty, I sighed and lowered my head. "I have known plenty of guys in the past who seemed really good and nice at first. But then they turn out to be total dogs."

"You never have really liked Jeremy from the beginning," Trish observed. "Everyone else here is either in love with Jeremy or thinks of him as incredibly nice and friendly. I look at Jeremy and think of him as a friend. He and I have had a couple of really long and insightful conversations. He has also treated me like a true gentleman should. I have no problems with him at all. None whatsoever."

"What about when he vanished from Amy's birthday party?"

Trish shrugged her shoulders. "Knowing Jeremy, I am sure that he had a reason for not coming back. Personally, I would not pass judgment on him until I heard his side of the story. It is really none of my business, though, so I doubt I will ever ask him. Still, I KNOW he had a good, legitimate reason. Besides ... I was not at the party, either."

"You were sick, though," Camille countered.

"Yeah," Trish frowned. "I was..."

"Amy said that Jeremy told her that him and Pamela had an argument," Camille offered. "That was his reason for not coming back to the party. I asked Pamela about it, though, and she would not tell me any details. All Pamela would tell me is that everything between them is okay now, and that Devon and Kristanna are part of their relationship now too."

"I think that is wonderful!" Trish grinned. "The four of them seem to go together really, really well. I really hope it works out for all of them in the long run."

"I just think that you cannot trust men as far as you can throw them," the 25-year-old from California mused. "A lot of it has to do with personal experiences of mine. I can never see myself falling in love with another man. I find other women to be much more trustworthy ... and sexy."

"What are you going to do over the next three weeks?" Trish wondered. "We have three more weeks on the island with Jeremy before it will be time to go home. Are you just going to do whatever you can to avoid him?"

"I have done a fairly good job of avoiding him thus far," Camille commented. "I had sex with him one time - during that big gang-bang two weeks ago. I do not really count it, though, since Amy literally had to beg me to go to his room and take part in the gang-bang. Besides, do you remember what Jeremy told us during our first couple of days here?"

"What?"

"We can do whatever we want over the course of these six weeks," Camille reminded her. "He also said that we do not have to have sex if we do not want to have sex." She nodded her head and continued, "I WANT to have sex with the girls, but I don't think I could say the same about Jeremy anymore. As I said, each time I start to think of him in a positive light, he does not something which knocks him back down in my book. But that is to be expected. He is a man."

"That is kind of narrow-minded, Camille."

"How many times have you had sex with Jeremy?"

"Twice," Trish answered. "The gang-bang, of course, and the three-some we had with Lindsay where she gave us her virginity. I haven't had sex with Jeremy in over two weeks."

"You don't like him that way?"

Trish shrugged her shoulders. "I like Jeremy a lot. As I told you earlier, I consider him a friend. I hope that he looks at me as a friend, too. If things were different, I would be REALLY interested in him. But, you know ... he is with his three favorite girls now. I respect that."

"What do you mean if things were different?"

"If I did not fall in love with Lindsay right off the bat and Kristanna, Devon and Pamela were not so interested in being with Jeremy," Trish replied. "If he was not focused on anyone in particular, I would really like to try my hand at a relationship with Jeremy." Trish nodded her head for emphasis. "Yes, I would. But Jeremy has hooked up with Kristanna, Devon and Pamela. I respect that; I am happy for all four of them should it work out. I see no reason why it wouldn't. So I will not allow myself to look at Jeremy as anything more than a friend. A good friend, yes, but a friend nonetheless. I would never interfere in their relationship that way. I could never hurt Pamela, Devon or Kristanna like that, either. All of them have been too good to me."

"You're not going to have sex with Jeremy again?"

"I have no idea how that is going to work out," Trish spoke. "Is he going to stay monogamous with Kristanna, Devon and Pamela now that the four of them seem to be building a relationship together? Or is he still going to play with the rest of us? Either way, I would be fine. I would like to have sex with Jeremy again, I guess. I enjoyed both of my times with him. Neither was one-on-one, though, and I would really like to see what that is like with him. But if Kristanna, Devon and Pamela don't want that to happen, I would be fine with that as well. I would understand. I just do not want to cause any problems whatsoever."

"I seriously doubt Jeremy will ever PLAY with me again," Camille sniped, turning her nose up at the mere idea. "I cannot see myself hooking up with him again. Not after what he did to Amy by walking out on her and not coming back. In my book, at least, that is deplorable. Totally classless.

"I am positive there is a good reason for that," Trish reiterated. "Jeremy is the one who orchestrated the party in the first place. Why wouldn't he return to it? There HAS to be a reason for it beyond the fact that he and Pamela had an argument. Maybe their argument was THAT huge. But I simply think there is another reason, too."

"There is only one reason," Camille said. "He is a man."

Offended, I flipped the audio switch for the outdoor pool off. I had finally heard enough from Camille.

I certainly do not want to say that it was a shame, but how a woman as beautiful and as stunning as Camille could be so turned off from men was a great mystery to me. I mean, Camille had the type of body that dreams were made of. She stood a tall 5-foot-9 and weighed 135 pounds, with a very thick, toned frame that hinted at her love for exercise. With an awe-inspiring figure that measured out to 36d-26-36, and long-flowing black hair and dark eyes, one could easily make the case that Camille belonged in a pin-up magazine. With all of that extreme beauty, though, it was perplexing to me why Camille had all but sworn off men. She HATED men.

From what I was able to infer over the past couple of minutes, Camille had been engaged to two different men in the past. Yet both of them, she had claimed, cheated on her before the ceremony was to take place. That in and of itself was a mystery to me. How could anyone cheat on a woman as gorgeous as Camille? Was there a single woman in all of California (where she lived) who was more attractive than Camille? What in the world were those two guys thinking?

Whatever the case, it seems a lot of Camille's disdain for my gender comes from the fact that both of her ex-fiances cheated on her. Camille made mention of both guys, but did not elaborate, other than to say they had cheated on her.

Having been jilted in the past by a fiancee of my own (the devious Victoria), I understand that Camille must have went through a great deal of mental pain and anguish. But on the other hand, there did not seem to be any justification for Camille to literally swear off all men because of what two brainless fools had done to her in the past. There are billions and billions of men in this world, many of whom are good and decent. Had Camille met any of them yet? Had Camille even allowed herself to meet any man like that yet?

Thus, I decided that one of my pet projects over the next few days, and possibly few weeks if necessary, was to become friends with Camille. I had no hidden agenda with her whatsoever. I was not looking to seduce Camille, or lie to her. I simply wanted to be friends with her. I wanted to prove to her that there were plenty of good men in the world. I also wanted her to know that I was one of them.

It was not right for Camille to lump my entire gender together and label us a certain way because of what two guys had done to her. Or maybe it was more than two guys? Maybe every single man she had ever met seemed to hurt her one way or another? Still, that was no reason to give up, or group everyone together in a negative manner. There are good and decent men all over the world. Wonderful men. I should know, simply because I like to consider myself as one.

Most importantly, how many men are out there who would devote their entire lives to a lovely woman like Camille? Men who would never cheat on her, never hurt her on purpose? Men who would do everything in their power to make sure that there was a smile on Camille's pretty face at all times? Personally, I think Camille had to search for these types of men. She had obviously not found one yet. But for that to happen, Camille had to allow it to happen.

Of course, in no way, shape or form am I implying that the man for Camille is me. I already have Kristanna, Devon and Pamela, and they are more than enough for me to handle by themselves. Rather, I simply wanted to attempt to restore Camille's faith in men. Could that be done? Maybe ... maybe not. But I believed that it was worth a shot. Why not? Otherwise, she would continue to bad-mouth me behind my back. That was something which I did not appreciate at all.

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Today - Monday, June 24, 2013 - was officially the three week mark of the ladies' visit to my little corner of paradise here in the South Pacific. Three weeks in, and three weeks to go. Needless to say, I sure had an eventful time with all of them thus far.

There were nagging issues to be found everywhere, but I suppose that only was natural. How could you toss seven beautiful women together in a confined area for an extended period of time, and not expect even minor issues and squabbles to arise? Again, it only seemed natural. At the current time, though, I faced two problems that were anything but minor. They were major and quite serious, and had the potential to turn monumental at any given time.

Number one, Amy was still incredibly angry that everyone - except Camille - walked out on her birthday party two nights ago. Trish did not even show up to it. Trish had asked me days prior if she could skip it because she did not want to subject herself to being around Lindsay that particular evening. I told Trish that she could, but only if she stayed in her bedroom and played sick the entire day. She agreed. Amy was not too pleased that Trish no-showed.

Of course, Lindsay made several ignorant comments that evening about Chicken of the Sea canned tuna and if the ingredients found within were actually something different. Mostly everyone was laughing hysterically at her misguided words, so she became quite upset and thus, stormed out of the dining room. I felt the need to go after Lindsay and find her - I wanted to bring her back to the party - but that set off a chain of events that sent things spiraling downhill.

I was under the impression that Pamela became upset herself because of something that Kristanna and Devon did, so she decided to leave the party as well. Moments later, Kristanna felt the need to leave so she could try and find me. Soon, Devon went off searching for the both of us. And all of a sudden, Amy was left with no one but Camille at her party.

Amy was fuming at everyone whom she believed had wronged her that particular evening, but I was her primary target. Since coming across Amy very early yesterday morning in the kitchen when she let her feelings be known, she had subsequently refused to speak to me. Amy even went as far as to completely ignore my presence throughout the remainder of the day yesterday, and then all of today. I tried talking to her on two different occasions so I could offer up more apologies, but she simply would not have it.

Everyone ditching her birthday party really upset Amy (for good reason, obviously), and the person she held the most responsible for what happened was none other than yours truly. Amy was at a point right now, it seemed, where she loathed me. It was quite troubling for me to say the least, but I really had no one to blame for it except myself.

Since the party's unravelling, Amy had spent most of her time with Camille. Camille, of course, was the only one who did not walk out on her. Amy was pretty upset with everyone, acting aloof and disinterested toward her counterparts here on the island all of yesterday and today. And the sad thing was, not all of them even understood what they had done to anger Amy in the first place. Some of the ladies figured that she was having a bad couple of days, and chalked it up to that. After all, Amy had been known to be quite moody.

The other major issue that I found myself burdened with was the newfound side of herself that Lindsay had been exploring in recent times with Amy. A Bible-touting virgin a mere three weeks ago, Lindsay was now a sexual submissive for Amy who enjoyed being placed into hardcore bondage and having her body beaten by painful whips and straps.

First it was Pamela, and then Kristanna. Both pleaded with me to step in and put an end to what was transpiring between Lindsay and Amy. Basically, they claimed that Amy was simply using Lindsay without any thought or consideration for her as a person. They were worried that Amy was leading the young and impressionable Lindsay down a path in life that she should not have been traveling. And they feared that eventually, Lindsay would be unable to find her way back.

While I agree that the BDSM games that Lindsay and Amy seemed to enjoy together were more than a bit disturbing and troublesome, I still would have preferred to keep my distance and let them do as they please. It was all consensual - Lindsay told me so herself - and it was their business. What possible right did I have to intervene if both of them were content and in agreement with everything they did together?