Island Fever Ch. 33

Chapter 33: "Commitment"

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The time was 3:33am on this Friday morning when I suddenly found myself awake, having just drifted out of what had been a very peaceful and relaxing sleep. I was disoriented for a moment or two, but then felt another body move and shift against mine here upon the bed in my personal suite. A wide, far-reaching smile then came to my face as I quickly realized that the spectacular Trish was cuddled up all nice and close against my side, and still sleeping. Lucky her, huh?

Finding no reason to wake her, I took a deep breath and settled down upon the plush and comfortable mattress. I then recalled the prior evening which, simply put, was memorable. Trish and I wound up having mad, passionate sex for what seemed like hours, and it ended with a dual shower where not only I washed her hair and gave her a full-body scrub-down, but she basically did the same for me. Hopefully, last night would be the launching pad for Trish to spend the rest of her life with not only me, but Kristanna and Devon as well.

I felt like going back to sleep myself since I was so tired, but enjoyed listening to the soft, gentle sounds of Trish as she slumbered next to me. The enchantress seemed so very calm and cerebral, so vulnerable, at this point in time. Call me crazy, but I considered it a turn-on to hold women in bed and listen to them as they sleep. I cannot even begin to speculate how many times I had lain awake at night and listened to the sweet sounds of Kristanna.

As I peppered Trish's forehead with a gentle kiss, she let out a moan and then shifted her body against mine. Night moves, I figured, because she continued sleeping. But the feel of her lean, voluptuous body pressing and rubbing against mine was more than enough to fully rouse me.

I heard my beloved Trish let out a gentle sigh as she continued to purr and coo in her sleep. Thus, I turned my face toward hers, and admired her lovely silhouette in the darkened bedroom. A definite smile soon came to my face as I continued to listen to the peaceful sounds she made.

Soon, I eased my right hand and arm under and across her body, and offered her back a light, feathery rub. I did not want to wake her up; so there was not a lot of force used with my touch. I simply caressed her back and shoulders.

Another smile came to my face as I crooked my neck and applied a soft kiss to the crown of Trish's blonde head. She rustled for a short moment, but continued sleeping. I soon followed with another kiss to her head, while gently palming the back of her shoulder with my right hand.

It was not too long before I felt the insatiable urge to press my lips to the side of Trish's face and shower it with light kisses. My right hand still palming the back of her shoulder, Trish rustled around for a moment as my lips caressed her immaculate face with a series of kisses.

"What are you doing?" came a soft, squealy question.

Those words made me freeze immediately. I had awakened Trish? I had no real intention of doing so; I wanted to let her sleep - we had a long and eventful evening, obviously, and I was certain that she was exhausted. Perhaps I had been a bit too forceful with my kisses and caresses?

"What ARE you doing, Jeremy?" she soon repeated.

"Cherishing you," was my truthful response, which was followed by another kiss to the crown of her head.

Trish giggled for an instant, then proceeded to press her palm against my chest and say, "What time is it?"

I glanced over at the alarm clock. "A little bit after three-thirty in the morning." I paused and added, "I'm very sorry for waking you up, sunshine."

"Don't worry about it," she replied, a definite smile in her voice. "It's no big deal." Trish snuggled closer to me, then placed the side of her face upon my chest and seemed to use it as a pillow. "How long have you been awake?"

"Few minutes," I replied, now rubbing her back with some pressure being applied. I could tell that she enjoyed it. After last night, I got the sense that Trish enjoyed nearly everything about me. The feeling, of course, was mutual.

Next, there was at least ten seconds of total silence between us. I was waiting for Trish to say something. Soon, I came to the conclusion that she was waiting for me to say something. It was one of those awkward situations.

In the darkness, I watched the silhouette of Trish's head rise up from my chest and turn slightly. The Canadian then lowered her face - particularly, her lips - to my left pectoral and barraged it with her own style of adoration.

"It's raining kisses!" I gently laughed.

It quickly became obvious that she was not showing a mere token of love for me. Her kisses upon my chest persisted; I eventually got the idea that there was a sense of sexual desire somewhere within her.

As a result, I reached down and grabbed the back of Trish's oversized night-shirt, then pulled it up to her shoulder blades. With her back exposed, I soon glided my fingers across its warm, supple skin.

Trish responded by sliding her mouth up to my neck, then burying her face there. I squirmed about in bed as she extended her tongue and swiped it across various regions of my neck and shoulders. It sent chills down my spine.

"You told me that there was once a time when you would sleep in only a bra and panties," I mused, still caressing her tender, exposed back. "But now, it seems, you have added night-shirts to the mix. Why is that, dear?"

"My old age is changing me," the 30-year-old snickered. "Why? Do you like me better in a bra and panties?"

"I like you better in nothing at all," I answered, running my fingers throughout her long, silky blonde hair. "And what is this about your old age? I turn 40 next year. The big, bad four-O. Want to trade? You're a baby compared to me."

"Waaaaa," Trish cried, teasing me. "You're my baby, Jeremy. My little baby!" She kissed my neck and chirped, "I love you so, so much! SO MUCH!"

I latched onto Trish's shoulders and gently rolled her beneath me. I then grasped both of her hands with my own, and offered my new-found lover a pleasurable kiss upon the lips. I was really, truly enjoying this with her...

Once it was over seconds later, I could stop not myself as I brought Trish's right hand to my lips and nuzzled it. The young woman giggled as I worshiped all of its long, slender fingers with loving kisses. Her hand felt soft and smooth.

As I continued to nuzzle that hand with my lips, Trish darted her head upward and eventually found my mouth with her own. She snaked her tongue into my mouth, which caused me to shift all of my attention to our shared kiss. I embraced her heavenly body with both arms as I lay atop her in bed, and then drove my tongue into her own mouth for a taste. She encircled my shoulders with her arms and squeezed tightly.

"Patricia, Patricia, Patricia," I moaned once our lips finally parted, finding myself somewhat short of breath.

"Jeremiah, Jeremiah, Jeremiah," she giggled in response.

"My proper name is not Jeremiah," I corrected her. "It is Jeremy. But I know for a fact that yours is Patricia."

"Just don't call me Patty-cakes!" she playfully warned me.

I reached over and flipped the desk lamp on. I wanted there to be light so I could fully admire and appreciate Trish's immaculate, flawless face with my eyes. Of course, she was smiling up at me as I did so. Trish was always smiling. She was a very vibrant and charismatic type of person. I cannot stress how her attitude and outlook on things in general had improved my life in recent times.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Trish's smile was persistent. "I am so glad, Jeremy, that you no longer seem apprehensive about becoming physical and intimate with me. I honestly thought that you were not physically attracted to me. I could not figure out why."

I chuckled gently and assured her, "After last night, honey, I don't think you need to worry about that any more."

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Several hours later and after breakfast had concluded, I singled Amy out and pulled her to the side for a private discussion. I informed Amy that I wanted her to meet me in my suite at noon. I had focused almost all of my energy and attention upon Trish yesterday (and got a loving commitment from her as a result). Today, on the other hand, was going to be Amy's day. I planned on treating her nice and special, and hoped to get the same type of commitment from her as I did from Trish. At the very least, I wanted to work toward it. She agreed to meet up with me by no later than 12:00pm.

After going through my normal routine of doing the dishes, I retired to my private quarters and killed some time by browsing the Internet. It was also at this point in time that I decided to chronicle everything that had taken place on the island since the ladies made their arrival more than a month ago - in writing. Thus, I began to work on an early, rough draft of chapter one of this very story.

I was interrupted, however, at 11:45am when the door opened behind me. I did not expect it to be Amy, since I could not imagine her and her submissive mindset entering my personal suite without at least knocking first. Sure enough, it was not Amy. It was...

"Kristanna!" I greeted, smiling brightly. I saved my work in the word processor program and stood up from the computer so I could meet her as she stepped forward and offered me a loving embrace with both arms. "How are you doing, sweet peaches?" Yes, I had nicknames for everyone!

"Excellent!" she responded, a definite bounce in her step. "I just got off the telephone with my parents from back home in Norway. They both said they are willing to retire to an island retreat with us. But they want the island to be small, and quiet. They do not want to live in a place like the Bahamas, where there are thousands of tourists passing through in a constant, never-ending cycle."

"I don't want to live in a place like that either," I offered. "You girls know I prefer things being quiet."

"Momma and Papa also understand that we want to live on an island where our children can go to school and interact with others their own age, and grow up right," Kristanna added. "So we won't live in some desolate place, either."

"Anguilla comes to mind right away," I nodded, referring to the Caribbean resort island. "I keep telling you that it is my second favorite place in the world - next to this island, of course. But Anguilla ... it is beautiful there. It is nice and quiet too, and has a good school system. I think it is an ideal place if everyone can agree on it."

"My parents said they are going to do some research on different islands and get back to us," Kristanna mused. "I think they're going to give us a list of places they like. That way, we should be able to agree on an island." She smirked and added, "I did tell them of your ongoing love affair with Anguilla. They will look closely at it."

"Sounds fair enough," I nodded. "I know how much you want to live close-by to your parents, Krissy. I know how much they mean to you. And I do not like the idea that they are halfway around the world from us right now."

"What about THIS island?" she asked. "This is YOUR home. All of our memories are here. What will become of it?"

"We can still use this island as a vacation home," I suggested. "We can come here for a month or two each year. I am sure the older, married couple that I told you about in the past - my friends from Peru - would love to look after the mansion while we are away. They've done it before. I have let them stay here in the past when I went on trips."

"Please don't sell this island, Jeremy," Kristanna begged. "I know there are people out there who would pay you millions and millions of dollars for this island. But please don't sell it. All of our memories are here! I know how important this island is to you."

"I'm not going to sell it," I promised, kissing the crown of my fiancee's head. "I have no reason to sell it. This will make a good vacation home for us, as I said. But we have to get away from here. It's about time I re-enter society. I have lived here since 1996. That is way too long. I have lost touch with the rest of civilization."

"It will do you good to get back out into the world, even if it is on another island," Kristanna told me. "As long as there are other people around, it will do you good."

"I cannot argue with you there."

"I say we have a small resort hotel built wherever we go," Kristanna chirped. "It would keep us busy. You could manage and run it, Jeremy. Devvy, Trish and me could work there, too. Maybe behind the front counter, or book-keeping behind the scenes. Devvy would probably be really good at that. She is used to crunching numbers like that." Kristanna grinned and nodded her head for emphasis. "Yeah..."

I suddenly found myself startled, however, when there was a noise from behind us. More specifically, it was the sound of a sharp knock upon the door. I turned and was graced with the presence of Amy. The door was already open from earlier; Kristanna did not close it when she arrived moments ago.

"Am I ... interrupting anything here?" Amy asked, an even mixture of curiosity and trepidation upon her lovely face. The stunning red-head, who was dressed in a half t-shirt and a saucy mini-skirt (of course), took a tentative step into the bedroom and smiled warmly at us.

"You could never interrupt us," Kristanna answered, her gaze now fixated upon Amy. "Don't be foolish!"

"Jeremy?" Amy asked, seeking confirmation from me in a submissive tone. I enjoyed this Master business...

"Kristanna is right," I replied, eyeing Amy from head to toe. "You could never interrupt us - no matter what."

"Oh," Amy smiled, stepping closer. "In that case..."

As usual, Amy looked scrumptious in her little mini-skirt. Today the mini-skirt she wore was made out of faded denim. My insides ached at the mere sight of her in it.

"What brings you here?" Kristanna inquired.

"Jeremy told me to be here by noon because we are going to spend the day together."

"Oh..." Kristanna countered, unaware of that fact. She did not have any problems with it, however. "I can go."

"Why don't you stay for awhile?" I said to Kristanna, who offered me an incredulous look in return. "I want you to stay." I turned toward Amy, whose denim mini-skirt hung precariously low on her trim waistline, and asked her, "Do you have any problems with Kristanna staying here with us?"

Amy immediately shook her head and cast her eyes downward in a truly submissive manner. My original plan was to first take her out on the island - perhaps to the beach, just as I did with Trish yesterday - so she could play and relax in the incoming waves. I intended to have sex with Amy today, but it was going to be much later on. But with Kristanna here, all of my previous plans suddenly changed.

"I'm not late this time, either," Amy murmured, wanting to make a point of it. She glanced at Kristanna and mused, "Last time Jeremy asked me to be in his room, I was two or three minutes late and he ... he spanked me for being late."

"That's because you deserved it," Kristanna deadpanned, which caused Amy to quickly lower her gaze yet again.

I smiled at the 31-year-old. "Why don't you come over here like a good submissive, and put your mouth to use?"

Amy immediately nodded her head and trudged her way over to us. She dropped to her knees before me as Kristanna reached out and kneaded that plump, juicy ass with a single hand. Amy began tugging away at both my belt and shorts. I held up a finger, however, and waved it about in a negative manner. In response, Amy looked at me quizzically.

"I don't want you to use your mouth on me just yet," I told her, before pointing over at Kristanna. "Her. I want you to use your mouth on her."

"Oh..." Amy grinned, licking her lips in anticipation.

"OH!" Kristanna exclaimed, surprised herself.

"Why don't you two girls start off by giving each other a kiss?" was my request. Actually, it was more like a demand. "Think you can do that for me?"

"I believe that can be arranged," Kristanna winked.

Amy stood up and took the initiative by placing her right hand upon the back of Kristanna's neck, then tilting her head to the side and moving her mouth in for a taste so sweet. When their lips met, so did their tongues. I moved back and idly watched as Kristanna and Amy exchanged both their lips and tongues through a languid, slow-moving kiss.

I have long been of the opinion that there was no more erotic sight in the whole world than that of two beautiful women kissing each other. I could be content to stand here all day and simply watch these two bombshells explore one another's mouth with their probing tongues. Their plush lips locked as one, their bodies pressed tightly together, their hands roaming freely. It was definitely a sight to see.

"Hmmmmm ... I could kiss you for all eternity," Kristanna swooned, now serenading various portions of Amy's face. She then lifted the hem of Amy's denim skirt skirt and copped a cheap feel of bare, naked flesh underneath. "God, Amy ... you drive me totally insane. Hmmmmm ... what a nice, tight ass you have. Tight and juicy, nice, little ass."

Amy giggled. "I think I sense a spanking coming on. Either that, or a whipping."

"You know this ass of yours needs to be worshiped," Kristanna told her. "The best way for me to worship your ass is to give it some discipline. Both you and I know, Amy, that you deserve a LOT of discipline. Correct?"

Amy nodded her head in a sheepish manner. "Yes." All of a sudden, she was in full submissive mode for Kristanna. The primary reason for that was because Amy would simply melt like butter whenever someone became strict and authoritative with her. I had watched Kristanna dole out some playful discipline in the past to Devon, but this was going to be a first to see her do it to Amy. "Should I lay down across your lap now?"

"It's your rightful position in life," Kristanna answered, who was already leading Amy by the hand to the nearby bed.

Once they arrived there, Amy got onto her hands and knees upon the mattress and then stretched herself out across Kristanna's trusting lap. The Norwegian proceeded to tuck the hem of Amy's sinful, little denim mini-skirt into its waistband, thus fully exposing her glorious ass. Next, Kristanna pelted it with a hard, unexpected slap.

"Owwwww!" Amy whined in response, glancing over her shoulder at Kristanna. "That hurt!"

"You have been a very bad girl," Kristanna scolded her. "How many times do you think you deserve to be spanked?" When Amy did not answer, Kristanna smacked her sweet ass once again. "Very well. I guess I will have to decide for you. How about ten?" Kristanna waited. "Still no answer for me, huh? I think a sound 15 are in order."

"Yes Mistress," Amy hushed, grinning and winking an eye in my direction. Amy really seemed to enjoy pleasing others. It was an admirable trait for her to have.

Kristanna snaked a pair of fingers between Amy's thighs and did a little exploration of her nether regions. Soon, she brought both fingers to her nose and whiffed them. "You're already excited about this ... aren't you? Your pussy is all damp and wet."

"Yes Mistress," Amy nodded.

Amy was stretched out upon Kristanna's lap, her head and neck curled downward, her arms extended back and hands resting near her hips. Kristanna grasped Amy's left wrist and pulled it to the small of her back, pinning it there. Then, instead of having the hem of Amy's skirt tucked into its waistband, Kristanna decided a better place for it would be behind that held-down wrist.

"You gonna spank my ass?" Amy asked in a teasing voice, encouraging their roleplaying game. "You'll never tame me, Krissy. You'll never get me to be good. I'll ALWAYS be a bad girl. And thus, you'll ALWAYS have to spank me!"