Island Fever Ch. 32

Chapter 32: "Trepidation"

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"Oh my goodness..." I said at 11:20am on this patriotic day - the Fourth of July - as when I was in the process of finishing up the dishes here in the kitchen, I turned and was graced with the vision of pure loveliness more commonly known as Trish. The Heaven-sent angel was decked out in a long-sleeved button-up blouse, its color white, and a pair of blue jeans. Her simple, yet very attractive outfit was topped off with black sandals (and no socks). No amount of words could ever emphasize just how insanely gorgeous and beautiful this woman truly was. Trish was a goddess.

"Hi honey ... I'm home," Trish chided me, her head tilted to the side. She sashayed over to me and grasped both of my hands with her own. "Did I thank Louisa for breakfast? The parfait she fixed - with the vanilla yogurt, pineapples and mandarin oranges mixed together, and cereal on top - was delicious. I gotta try making that myself some day."

"You thanked Louisa four or five times," I reminded her.

Trish pointed toward the remaining dishes that were in the kitchen sink. "I can't believe you enjoy doing dishes, Jeremy. I never thought anyone who had two billion dollars to their name would like washing dishes. People with two dollars to their name hate them. Two cents..."

"I told you, sweetheart, that when I lived in New Jersey, I used to work at Kentucky Fried Chicken. It was back in the day - when I was still in high school. But each night I worked, I did all the dishes. For whatever reason, I loved it. People I worked with, they got out of my way each night and let me do them. They all hated doing the dishes. It was either do the dishes or mop the dining room floor." I paused, then again took in the sight of Trish in the white blouse and blue jeans. "Do you know that you're beautiful?"

Trish smiled and glanced downward for a moment.

"I think you look better in simple, regular clothes than you do in one of your mini-dresses or bikini outfits."

"Now NO ONE has ever said that to me before!"

I laughed at her and shrugged my shoulders in response. "What can I say? I'm a unique guy."

Trish was grinning from ear-to-ear now. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"I just spoke to Kristanna," Trish beamed. "She said that you, dear Jeremy, belong to ME today. I get to spend the entire day with you, and we can do as we please."

"Yes, indeed. Kristanna went over that with me earlier as well. I have long wanted the opportunity for a day like this with you. I would to talk about your future and the plans that you have as your time on the island winds down. In 11 days, you and the others are supposed to return home. I'd like to talk to you about that, Trish."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Later. We'll talk about it later."

"Can I tell you something, Jeremy?"

"You can tell me anything."

Trish smiled. "This island of yours has been an absolute dream-come-true for me. Never mind the fact that it has come with its drawbacks - Lindsay shooting me down the way she did, then Pamela and Camille deciding to leave at the drop of a dime. It's still been a dream-come-true for me. The sun, the beach, the ocean, the views, the peaceful solitude we have here ... it truly is like living in paradise. Then there is you and Kristanna. I could not have asked for two better hosts for these six weeks than you and her."

"Almost makes you dread the idea of going back home to Toronto in 11 days, doesn't it?"

The 30-year-old shrugged her shoulders and cooed, "Yeah..."

Trish squealed with delight as I placed both hands upon her waist and lifted her upward, then set her down upon the kitchen countertop. Trish's thighs parted once I stepped in and offered her lips a bold, but very brief kiss.

With my left hand on her knee and my right clutching one of her own, I stepped back from Trish and presented her with a heartwarming smile. "I have a nickname for you. It just now came to me. This will be your nickname from now on."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Sunshine."

"Sunshine?"

I nodded my head at her. "Yes, sunshine. You are always so happy and vibrant, Trish, and so full of life. The name fits you perfectly." I paused for a moment, but then added, "Do you know what my favorite part about you is?"

Trish's brown eyes swelled with interest. "What?"

"Anyone can look at you and easily see how beautiful you are, and those who know you personally realize what a truly good and caring person you are. But the thing about you that stands out to me more than anything else? Your smile. There are those who smile, but get rid of it right away. There are those who smile, and then it kind of drifts off their face. And then there are those rare ones who smile, and it will just stay in the air and make you feel better. That's you, Trish. You are like an eternal ray of sunshine to me. I've always felt that way about you."

"Wow ... thank you," was her heartfelt response, as she quickly wiped away a single tear from her right eye. Trish wrapped both arms around me for a quick-hitting embrace, then pulled back and offered me a smile so vivid that it literally created pictures as it danced across the kitchen.

"You and I are going to have some fun today, sunshine."

Although she seemed to appreciate the new pet name I had given her, Trish was silent for several seconds. She then nodded her head and mused, "Sunshine, huh? Well, you are my snookie wookum weetie bunny bear!"

"What?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide.

Trish giggled at my animated reaction. "Yes! You are my one and only SNOOKIE WOOKUM WEETIE BUNNY BEAR! Snookie!"

I grasped Trish's waist with my hands once again and then pulled her down from the countertop. I found her lips with my own for yet another kiss and smiled warmly at her. "I'll be your snookers wooky ... whatever you said, Trish. I will be anything that you want me to be." I placed my hands upon her chin and tenderly stroked her lips with my thumbs.

"You get to be my boyfriend today!"

I laughed at her proclamation. "We better be glad that Kristanna and Devon are not the jealous type. Else, you and I may wind up in a lot of trouble."

"Kristanna said you belong to me today," she reiterated.

"Kristanna said you belong to ME," I corrected her in a playful manner. "Not the other way around."

There was a momentary stretch of silence between us, but Trish soon grinned as she reached around my body and pulled the plug in the sink full of water. "Listen up, dish-pan hands," she announced. "The rest of the dishes can wait until later. No more dishes for you today."

"How would you like ... an ice cream sundae?" I said to Trish, extending my hand. "A nice, hot day like today ... I bet you could go for one. I'll even make it up for you."

"Ice cream sundae, with chopped walnuts?" she requested.

"Of course," I responded, nodding my head. I clasped her right hand with mine and guided her out of the kitchen. "I will fix you a sundae ... and then you and I could take a little trip to the beach. Sound good to you, sunshine?"

"Oh yes..." Trish replied, her tone emphatic.

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The incoming tide was a little stronger than usual today, but that certainly did not stop Trish from donning a yellow two-piece bikini and venturing out into the ocean. Perched upon a series of towels, I stayed ashore and simply watched Trish as she frolicked and played in the water like a child.

More often than not, the 30-year-old angel maintained eye contact with me. She squirmed and rolled about near the water's edge as a constant, heavy surf bombarded her body. At times, Trish got down on all fours and crawled about. She also touched herself on occasion - gently caressing and squeezing a breast through her bikini top - all the while smiling and giggling up a storm.

"It's a lot different here than it is in Toronto, huh?" I called out to her, grinning. "Six months from now, you'll be knee-deep in snow, I'm sure. But here? Here it will be the same as it is now - sun, sand, beaches, the ocean."

"This is why everyone dreams of going on vacation in a place like this!" Trish squealed, as another wave crashed into her from behind. "And don't remind me about the snow. I shoveled enough of it earlier this year to last an entire lifetime!" The next wave was much more powerful, and even flipped her from her hands and knees over to her backside. It was quite a funny little scene to watch, actually. The look on her face afterward was priceless.

Trish had the body of a beach bunny. Yes, a beach bunny. Trish exuded a certain type of athletic sexuality that was impossible to resist. But her cover-girl looks and were just a small sample of how enchanting she truly was.

With her 5-foot-4, 118 pound frame, and that sun-browned skin - not to mention her warm demeanor and genuine smile - I saw no reason why Trish had not found that special someone in life yet. She was too good of a person to have languished for 30 years without finding her own soul-mate to settle with.

Trish would claim the reason it was because she tended to be overly clingy and possessive when it came to dating and relationships. All one would have to do for an example would be look at the way she wanted to monopolize Lindsay and all of her free time. I still did not buy it, though. I figured there were millions of people out there who would give almost anything to be with a woman this gorgeous and captivating.

"The island really is Heaven on Earth," I called out. "It will be difficult for me to finally leave it when the time comes. I'm not quite certain where Kristanna, Devon and myself are actually moving to yet, but I certainly hope it resembles this island in many ways."

"Why would you possibly move from here?"

"It's what is best for our future children," I advised her. "We want them to grow up healthy and right, with others around in the same age group for them to play and be with." I smiled at her and coyly asked, "What do you think about being a parent one day, Miss Trish?"

The exotic blonde sat up in the water and offered me a curious glare. "Well ... you know I love kids. I would like to have two before the ol' biological clock runs out." She giggled and continued, "I can just envision you, Kristanna and Devon with six or seven little kids running around."

I smiled. "That's a happy thought."

The bright sunshine continued reigning down upon Trish as she again dropped to all fours and began approaching me ashore. Once the short distance was finally closed, Trish stayed on her hands and knees, then lunged forward and gave me a soft, intimate kiss upon the lips.

"Can I ask you something, Jeremy?"

"Sure."

"Are you physically attracted to me?"

I made a face. "Huh?" How could she ask such a question? "Of course I am, Trish! What brought that on?"

"You've never made a single move on me," Trish explained. "Do you have something against having sex with me, Jeremy? I have been on this island for over a month now, and I have had sex with you just two times. The first time was when we were with Lindsay, and you took her virginity. You were focused on her, obviously, which is fine. The second time was during that big orgy we had in your bedroom with you. But I was just one of seven girls with you all at once, and I probably got lost in the crowd."

"If Lindsay did not invite me to your bedroom that day," Trish continued, "and I decided not to take part in that massive orgy, I would have never been with you at all. And still, I don't think you would have made a single move on me." Trish offered me a disapproving glare and concluded, "Is there something wrong with me?"

"There is NOTHING wrong with you, Trish," I implored. "My God ... you are so beautiful! Nothing wrong at all!"

"Then why don't you want to have sex with me?"

"I never said that."

Trish seemed upset now. "If you and Lindsay so much as even look at one another, Jeremy, both of your clothes are off within seconds and you are going at it like caged lions." She shook her head and pressed on, "I heard you and Lindsay through the walls last night. You and her were up until two o'clock in the morning, just ravaging each other."

"How many times have you had sex with Amy?" she wondered. "I guarantee you it is a lot more than just two." Trish shook her head once again. "I have not even been with you in a one-on-one setting yet, Jeremy. You drop anything and everything if Lindsay or Amy come calling, but I cannot get you to even make a single pass at me. Why is that?"

I took a deep breath and sighed, then shook my head. "I look at you differently than I do the other girls, Trish. I just ... I don't know."

"What?" she demanded. "I freely admit there are times when I wonder why you're not as aggressive and as forceful with me as you are with the others. Call it jealousy if you like, I do not care. But I see how you treat them ... the way you look at them. Me? Sometimes it seems you look at me like I'm your sister or something ... totally platonic. Just makes me wonder if something is wrong ... with me."

"You're just such a good person," I tried to explain. "A good and genuine, exceptional person ... full of class and dignity, if you ask me. I ... I felt the same way ... about Pamela. She and I did not have sex all that often, either. It was not paramount for our relationship, and what we had. I was content and happy to just be around her. It's kind of the same way I feel about you."

Trish was suddenly crestfallen. "So you're not physically attracted to me? Not at all?"

"Of course I am!" was my response. "I could lose myself in you and your body. I really could. I just ... I don't want you to think that I look at you as an object. I don't want you to think that sex is all that matters to me." I growled and went on, "But you're so ... you're so beautiful. I'm afraid I could get lost in you, Trish. Addicted to you. I would not be able to control myself. Then you might start to think that I'm after you because of your body, and that could affect the one thing about us that is more important than anything else to me - our friendship."

I could not believe the things that I saying to Trish right now. Remarkably, I was not finished yet, either.

"For as beautiful as you are on the outside, Trish, I think you are a million times more beautiful on the inside." The 30-year-old brought both hands to her mouth and covered it in momentary shock as I continued, "I could do nothing but sit and talk with you for a whole year, sweetheart, and be happy. Hold your hand and make you smile, make you laugh. Just talk. That would make ME happy. I would not need to have sex with you. All I would need is to be with you."

"Do you WANT to have sex with me, Jeremy?"

"Of course I do!" I told her. "I want to worship your body from head to toe. It's a work of total perfection."

Trish nodded her head as if she was slowly but surely putting the pieces of the puzzle together. "But you are worried that if you have sex with me, I will eventually start to think it is all that you want?"

I felt small. Inferior. "Yes..."

Trish laughed. "You're one-of-a-kind, Jeremy."

"I've been told that before."

"You're ultra sexual with Kristanna and Devon," Trish reminded me. "Especially Kristanna. Do you have these same thoughts and feelings - the fear - for Kristanna?"

"I have no fear with Kristanna," I answered. "I feel the same way about her as I do you in the fact that our friendship and everything we have built mentally and emotionally far exceeds anything else. The difference is, I am comfortable and 100 percent confidant in what I have with her. Thus, I am not afraid to be ... ultra sexual with her. I hope that makes sense to you."

Trish tilted her head to the side and spoke in a gentle tone, "Can I tell you something, Jeremy?"

"Anything..."

"I know what you ultimately want here. I do. It is why Kristanna said I could spend the day with you. You're going to ask if I want to stay with you and her, and Devon, and not go home. Never go home. You've been hinting at it all day. You want me to stay and try to build a life with you."

I shrugged my shoulders, signifying my guilt.

"My body is 50 percent of who I am," she commented. "My inside - my heart, my soul, my demeanor - it is the other 50 percent of who I am. IF you want me to stay here with you, Jeremy, you HAVE to love and want 100 percent of me."

"I do love and want 100 percent of you."

"Not only do you need to want it," she said, "but you also need to have it. You need to TAKE it." Trish smiled and kissed me on the bridge of my nose. "You are so sweet, dear Jeremy. So incredibly sweet. I have never met a man like you. Ever." She smiled again. "I know the type of person that you are. I know you are interested in me as an actual human being. No one has ever treated me the way you do. No one has ever said the things to me that you do. No one has ever made me feel more special than you do."

Trish planted a kiss on my cheek this time. "But it's okay to want me, to desire me ... to take me. It is okay to have sex with me." She shrugged her shoulders. "I want to have sex with you, Jeremy. More important than that, though, I want YOU to WANT to have sex with ME. I want you to be absolutely, 100 percent comfortable around me. There is no need for you to have any quirks about me. No need for you to be scared or insecure about how I may perceive you if you, all of a sudden, become a sex maniac." Trish smiled and offered me a warm embrace. "If that happens, I will know that no matter what, you're still Jeremy. You're still this great and wonderful man who cares about me and what I have to say, to think. Above all else, you are still the man of my dreams. The man I want to spend the rest of my life with." She giggled and ended, "There. I said it! I admit it!"

I was speechless! I was not accustomed to someone being so blatantly honest and poignant, yet touching, to my face. Indeed, these six weeks with the ladies had been a Godsend for me. My life has forever changed because of it.

Trish released me from her arms and offered a soothing smile. "I want you to think about what I said to you. It is one o'clock right now, Jeremy. At nine o'clock tonight, I would like to meet you in your room back at the mansion. That gives you eight hours. I want YOU to want ME tonight. I want you to TAKE me. I want to have sex with you for HOURS and HOURS, and then, afterward, I want to fall asleep in your arms and dream about you all night. One-on-one ... just you and me. No one else allowed." Her smile turned playful as she asked, "Does that sound interesting at all to you? Like something that would make you happy?"

Needless to say, I had an erection now. "Yes, it d-does."

Trish reached down and massaged that hard, aching lump in my shorts with her right hand, then planted a deep-rooted, needful kiss upon my lips. When our mouths parted ways, she took a few steps back upon her knees and winked an eye at me. "We're going to be each others' playthings tonight, Jeremy."

With those words, Trish collapsed onto the beach beneath her and made snow angel motions upon the sand with her arms and legs. Absolutely giddy with sheer happiness, Trish then rolled her body like a bowling ball until she was back amongst the incoming tide. She giggled like a schoolgirl and even splashed water on me from afar.

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Perhaps I did not even realize it until that discussion took place, but a part of me did not enjoy looking at Trish in any kind of a sexual manner. Indeed, it was because I was not comfortable enough to treat her in such a fashion. Those world-famous conversations she and I had shared in the past, and the ongoing friendship that went with them, was of far greater importance to me than anything I could take or gain from enjoying her body. That little part of me - the quirk - was afraid that Trish would start to think that she was exposing (and degrading) herself to me during sex.