Island Fever Ch. 23

Chapter 23: "Remunerate"

"There you are..." I greeted in a nice, melodious voice, as Devon entered and then approached me here in the gourmet kitchenette on this tranquil Tuesday afternoon. I had been patiently awaiting her arrival for the past ten minutes.

Smiling, Devon closed the distance between us and planted a gentle kiss upon my cheek. "Hi baby," she cooed, before turning her attention to the strawberry fields sundae which I had just prepared for her. Beside it was a scrumptious orange cream spritzer milkshake, which was for yours truly.

"Thank you!" Devon chirped, once I handed her a spoon.

"My pleasure," I grinned, as she sampled the sundae. I pulled up a stool from across the kitchen and invited Devon to take a seat beside me at the breakfast bar.

"Is anything up?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Not really. I just felt like taking an ice cream break. I appreciate your company."

"Anytime," Devon smiled, nodding her head for emphasis. She gulped down a healthy spoonful of her ice cream treat and then seemed to focus all of her attention upon me. "I have been thinking, Jeremy, and want to run an idea by you."

"Oh? What is it?"

"What do you think - if everything works out the way we plan between us - about going on vacation to Norway for a month? Me, you, Krissy and Pamela? You know, after it's time for all the other girls to return home?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "You want to go to Norway?"

"I'd love to!"

"Why?"

"So Krissy can be with her family," Devon responded. "No other reason than that. You know how incredibly close she is with her mom and dad. She even says her dad is her hero." Devon smiled again. "A month-long trip to Norway would make Krissy so happy." Devon shrugged her shoulders and added, "I have no doubt Pamela would be interested in going. She loves to travel, and Norway is a place she has yet to visit." Devon curled an arm around my lower back and patted my side with her hand. "What do you think, Jeremy? If anything, it would be good for you to get away from the island for a bit."

"Why is that?"

"Oh, to get out and see the world a bit," Devon encouraged me. "It would be good for you. It would be GREAT for Krissy because she has been trying to get you to visit Norway for many years. What do you say?"

"Have you talked to Pamela about this yet? Kristanna?"

Devon shook her head. "Just you. It's just an idea right now. But I think it's a good one."

"We should talk to Pamela and get her thoughts first," I countered. "Otherwise, though, I agree that it is a good idea." Devon squealed and even clapped both hands together three times in glee as I went on, "You are right. Kristanna has been trying to convince me to go and visit Norway with her for as long as we've known each other."

"With how incredibly close the two of you have become in recent times, it only makes sense," Devon mused, spooning and then sampling more of the ice cream sundae before her.

I offered a forced, wry smile. "Kristanna is going to attempt to get me to move away from the island permanently. I know that is her ultimate goal. It always has been."

Devon placed her hand upon my shoulder and tilted her head to the side. "Oh? What do you think about that?"

"I like it here. This is my home. But Kristanna thinks the island really holds a lot of bad memories for me. You know, I have been living here mostly in solitude for the past 17 years. Almost as long as Lindsay has been alive. It has always been Kristanna's opinion that I would lead a much more productive and happy life elsewhere. Kristanna was only at the age of 6 when I moved here. It's been that long."

"I was only 10," Devon said. "I do know that Krissy thinks of the island as a negative place for you. She has told me so. But more than anything, what I think she really, truly wants, Jeremy, is for you to get out in the world and start mingling with society again." Devon appeared lost in thought for a brief moment. "Do you think Krissy would try to convince you - us - to move to Norway with her?"

"It is a very likely possibility," I told her. "But I do not see it happening. Perhaps I would be open to the idea of living in normal society again, but it would have to be in a tropical setting. I love the beach, the ocean, the sunshine; I love it all way too much. I could envision myself living in Hawaii, but only in La'nai because it is the only Hawaiian island that isn't overrun by droves of tourists. I could also see myself living in Anguilla. It is a very small island in the Atlantic Ocean; it is my favorite place, other than this island itself, in the whole, entire world."

"Anguilla? I've never even heard of Anguilla."

"What about you, Devon? Would you be open to the idea of uprooting your entire life and moving to someplace like Hawaii or Anguilla, or even Norway?"

Devon giggled. "I'm ready to rip my life up like a piece of paper and start over. Whatever you and Krissy decide, as well as Pamela, Jeremy, I'll probably be along for the ride. I do not have much to go back to in Pennsylvania, you know." She frowned momentarily, but then smiled and nodded her head again. "I'm just happy that you are open to my idea about visiting Norway here soon. I will talk to Krissy and Pamela about it, and see what they say. Or, you and I could talk to them together. Krissy is going to be ECSTATIC."

"I am sure we can work something out."

"Devvy..." came a familiar, quirky voice from behind us. "Where oh where is my Devvy girl at? There she is!"

I turned and watched as Kristanna approached Devon from behind and embraced her lovingly. She planted a kiss on the crown of Devon's head and smiled down at her.

"How are you doing, honey? I see that you are enjoying an ice cream surprise without me?" Devon scooped up a nice, healthy batch of the gooey treat and lifted it to Kristanna, offering her a taste. "Ahh ... Jeremy's famous strawberry fields sundae," Kristanna nodded. "It is delicious!"

I then noticed Pamela and Lindsay make their way into the kitchen as well. I got the sense that they had been doing something on the island with Kristanna, although I had no idea what. The three of them had definitely been together.

"Where have you been, baby?" Devon asked Kristanna. "I was starting to get worried about you."

"I took Pamela and Lindsay on a hike to the volcano," she answered. "It was a long, gruesome hike, but we had fun."

"Trish didn't go with you?" Devon inquired. "Trish LOVES to go hiking and do outdoors stuff like that."

Kristanna quickly looked at Lindsay, then focused upon Devon. "I asked her, but Trish was not interested." When Kristanna offered another furtive glance toward Lindsay, a light bulb went off within my mind. Trish would have loved to go, but declined once she learned that Lindsay would be along as well. Trish wanted to minimize her time around Lindsay.

"Jeremy!" Kristanna greeted me in a peppy, energetic tone, raising both arms and doing a little dance move, and then reaching out and embracing me warmly. "How is Jeremy?"

I wrapped my arms around her in return and tucked my chin over her right shoulder. "Why did you go to the volcano without my knowledge? You know it can be dangerous there."

"We are big girls," Kristanna giggled, stepping away from me and motioning toward Pamela and Lindsay. "We can take care of ourselves." Kristanna hugged me yet again, but also placed her lips to my ear and whispered in a hushed tone, "Now is a perfect time for you to talk to Lindsay about Amy. Butter her up, and give her what she wants." My eyes went wide as Kristanna continued, "Lindsay said she wants to have sex with you. Give her what she wants and make her happy, and then talk to her about all the bondage stuff."

When Kristanna pulled away from me, I offered her quite the supercilious expression. Did she really just tell me to have sex with Lindsay? My possible wife-in-waiting was okay with me becoming intimate with someone from outside our inner, albeit newfound, circle? I was to butter Lindsay up and then have that long-awaited discussion with her which I had been putting off for days?

Kristanna nodded her head at me and smiled brightly for extra emphasis. Indeed, this was what she wanted. After all, I told myself, this was still the island and the theme here for the past three weeks had been that of a sexually open atmosphere. Most of all, however, Kristanna was not the jealous type. She knew her place was firm in my heart.

Of course, there was also Lindsay herself. She told Kristanna that she wanted to have sex with me? It had been awhile since I had been with Lindsay in any sort of a physical or sexual manner. Much too long! In fact, the last time Lindsay and I got together was the morning after the gang-bang with the big storm raging outside. That was two weeks ago. Obviously, the girl drove me insane. Perhaps I should let my guard down and have some fun with her?

Kristanna linked arms with Devon and pulled her away from the kitchen stool. She extended her free hand to Pamela, who graciously took it. "Let's go someplace where the three of us can talk. Maybe the library?"

"Jeremy can come with us," Devon insisted.

Kristanna glanced at Lindsay for an instant, then smiled and looked at Devon. "Little Lindsay asked for some time alone time with Jeremy. Some happy time!"

"Oh!" Devon squealed, clearly getting the idea.

"Think we can give that to her?" Kristanna wondered.

When Devon looked at me, I shrugged my shoulders.

"I want you to meet up with us later," Devon told me, stepping forward and snagging a quick kiss from my lips. Kristanna did the same, but offered me a glittering smile as well. Devon stole a kiss from Lindsay, then grabbed her ice cream sundae and allowed Kristanna to guide her and Pamela out of the kitchen.

Lindsay was blushing somewhat because of the kiss Devon had bestowed upon her. She waited for the three ladies to exit the kitchen, then turned and presented me with the widest, most sincere smile of them all.

It should go without saying that I considered Lindsay to be a sex goddess in training. Less than three weeks removed from losing her virginity (to Trish and yours truly, noless), Lindsay already seemed to be developing an insatiable lust when it came to pleasures of the flesh. Lindsay seemed so wholesome and pure, but with an added touch of naughtiness hidden beneath the surface that was just starting to develop.

Basically, Lindsay had been raised as a good girl and was probably taught all along by her parents that sex was bad. The thought had definitely been ingrained within her. However, this good girl wanted to go bad. I was fine with Lindsay wanting to dabble and experiment with things, but felt some of her recent activities with Amy (mostly bondage and submission games) had gone a bit too far.

Both Kristanna and Pamela tried to convince me in recent days to sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk with Lindsay. That was fine and all, but unfortunately, I felt as if the tone of the discussion would be more father-to-daughter than anything else. I had to go all parental on Lindsay, and do my best to convince her that Amy may not exactly have the best long-term intentions in mind for her. First, though...

"Hi sweetheart," I greeted in return, eyeing her somewhat dishevled appearance. Dressed in a tank top and a pair of shorts, Lindsay looked as if she had just finished running a marathon. Her hair was all wild, and she looked tired and frazzled. Her mascara was a total mess too, but in no way was I complaining. Lindsay still looked wonderful to me.

"Seems like you had a rather tough time at the volcano."

"I've never climbed something so big in my life!" Lindsay exclaimed, before smiling again. "Kristanna told me that the volcano we visited is called Mount Jeremy. That true?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, it's called Mount Jeremy. It's 3,218 feet at its highest point. We name things after each other on the island. You've already been to Devon Falls, sweetheart. And there is Kristanna Field, too."

Lindsay giggled. "Kristanna told me that the big deck outside of your bedroom is called Pamela Pavilion."

"Pamela Pavilion?" I echoed. "I was not aware the deck had a name. Sounds like a good fit, though. Pamela and I had some pretty long and insightful conversations on that deck." I smiled at the thought. "It sounds perfect."

"I'd love to mount YOU, Jeremy," Lindsay grinned, reaching out and trailing a single finger along my shoulder.

My cock rustled about within my shorts as I laughed in response to her suggestive words. "Is that what you wanted this time alone with me for, dear? You ... want to mount me?"

Suddenly, Lindsay pouted. "Yes!" Her eyes narrowed as she continued, "Do you know it has been two long weeks since I last sucked your cock? You have been spending so much time as of late with Kristanna. Understandably so, of course." Lindsay stomped her foot upon the floor in a tizzied huff and complained, "You haven't had any time for me lately!"

"A lot has been going on around here, sweetheart," I told her. "I am sorry I've been neglecting you."

Lindsay stepped closer, finally closing the short distance between us. She pressed her nubile young body upon mine and ran the palm of her little right hand up and down my side. "Well, you're not going to neglect me today, at least. I am not going to allow you!"

I took a deep breath and sighed once Lindsay trailed her hand downward and gave my aching cock a healthy squeeze through the cargo shorts that I had on. An instant later, she brought that same hand up to her face, then opened her mouth and pointed at it with an extended finger. Clearly, this precious angel wanted to perform oral sex on me.

"Should I take my clothes off first?"

"Yes please," I replied, without hesitation.

Lindsay again smiled as she lifted her tank-top up, and over, her head. She knelt down and unlaced her hiking boots, then quickly got rid of them. I stood back and admired the scenery as Lindsay slid her denim shorts downward and then stepped out of them. Next came her white panties, followed by her bra. Suddenly, the only thing keeping Lindsay from being totally nude was a thick pair of gray hiking socks. It did not seem she had any plans of taking them off.

"Oh God..." I growled, eyeing her luscious figure up and down. Lindsay was so incredibly beautiful. She was living proof that teen-age girls could grow up really fast. I could easily envision her, just a few years ago, in braces and pig-tails, with that shy and humble nature to match. Now, Daddy's little girl had become an 18-year-old woman, ready to totally indulge herself as she struggled to wrap her glossy, pink lips around my throbbing erection.

After dropping down to her knees, Lindsay reached out with both hands and tugged at my shorts. Once unlooping my belt, she undid my shorts and then pulled them down. There was a dreamy, wide-eyed expression upon Lindsay's darling face as she reached into my briefs and fished my hard cock out. I growled again, this time as she briskly stroked me off.

I placed both hands upon the stool behind me and leaned against it for support as Lindsay now used her own hands to vigorously pump and frig my shaft. Still, I needed to talk to her about Amy and the direction of their relationship. Believe it or not, but that was still on my mind.

"You've been spending lots of time with Amy as of late. Is there anything going on that you'd care to discuss?"

"What do you mean?" Lindsay asked, extending her tongue and swiping away at the very tip of my cock.

"I understand that you and her have been doing some pretty outlandish things together," were my words. I suddenly felt as if I was walking on egg shells here. I did not want to come across as too parental, and possibly upset Lindsay in the process. "You have been experimenting with bondage, and pain. What can you tell me about that, if anything?"

"What do you want to know?"

"Do you enjoy it?"

Lindsay smiled and mouthed the head of my erection for several seconds before answering, "Yes, I absolutely love it! Though, Amy has not been talking to me since the night of her birthday party. She is angry that I walked out on it. I got mad myself, you know, because Amy and the others were making fun of me. How was I supposed to know that something called Chicken of the Sea is actually tuna?" Lindsay wrapped her moist lips around my cock and offered it a feverish, but somewhat brief, sucking. "That's why I left the birthday party." Lindsay was suddenly frigging my cock with both hands like there was no tomorrow. "Amy shouldn't have been such a big meanie, and made fun of me. That wasn't nice."

"Amy is quite angry at me too."

"Amy is mad at everyone on the island except Camille," Lindsay offered. "But she will get over it. We only have three weeks left here. There is no reason to spend any of it angry at the world like she is now."

I closed my eyes and sighed at the wondrous sensations. When Lindsay was not talking, she was servicing my cock with her magical mouth. It was difficult to hold a conversation in this manner, but I trudged forward anyway.

"So you haven't been with Amy since the day of the party?"

"Uh uh," she answered, shaking her head.

"How have you been keeping yourself busy, and entertained?"

Instead of answering, Lindsay took my cock right back into her hungry mouth and started sucking again.

"Do you actually enjoy what Amy has been doing to..."

"Let's stop talking," Lindsay insisted, cutting me off. "I don't want to talk. I just want to suck your cock."

"I have something even better in mind," I informed her.

Lindsay looked up at me with a quizzical expression as I withdrew my erection from between her pouty pink lips. Then I grasped it with my right hand and rubbed its bulging tip all over her pretty face and quivering lips. After grasping a clump of her silky-smooth blonde hair, I wrapped it around my cock and started stroking. I really could have blew my load right there, but knew my sperm was needed elsewhere.

Letting go of Lindsay's hair, I pushed my hips forward until my cock was jammed in her mouth. I used both hands to cradle her head as I started off with a slow, thrusting motion. I pulled my shaft out, until just its tip was encircled by her lips. Next, I plunged it back into her mouth until it was fully embedded within her throat. Then, I repeated the process ... over and over again.

Eventually, my fingers were twisting and twirling their way through Lindsay's hair. I could see her throat swell as each hard thrust pushed my cock deep inside her. It was not too long before I was pounding away at her, at warp-speed.

After several seconds of this physical, harsh treatment, I hammered my cock into Lindsay's mouth one final time and began to blast a load of sperm deep into her hungry throat. I screamed out in maddening desire as Lindsay stared up at me, squealing wildly, with absolute lust in her eyes. I then watched with amazement as her throat rippled, while she guzzled down each of my thick, heavy doses of sperm.

I let loose a long, drawn-out moan, which was followed by me withdrawing my cock from the confines of her mouth. It was still coated with sperm, so Lindsay's head darted forward and she sucked it dry. Obviously, she wanted every drop.

I sighed once again while finally pulling my shaft free from the wondrous, warm clutches of Lindsay's sweet mouth. I took a step back and sighed deeply, saying, "Incredible..."

"I like that!" Lindsay squealed, grasping her chin with her right hand while opening and closing her mouth in succession, stretching her jaws. "Sliding your big cock in my mouth like that!" Suddenly, Lindsay was all bubbly. "And I swallowed every last drop, too! That's a first for me!"

"First of many," I said, short of breath. I leaned down and gently patted the back of her shoulder. "Let's go off to my room, dear. There are much better places for this than the kitchen floor. Don't you think?"