Red Hot Summer

As Juliana retrieved a plastic container and started scraping chunks of the red goop off the buoy. David's head spun. This was a disaster. If there was any health risk then Mark wouldn't be able to keep diving. How long did red tides last? This could ruin everything.

Juliana rose with her sample, "I'm sorry, Professor. We've got to get back to Ilha Anjos, ASAP. I've got to examine this stuff."

David slumped on a deck chair, head in his hands. Carrie sat down next to him and patted his shoulder awkwardly, "There, there darling. You can't blame yourself for things you can't control."

David gave her an exhausted look, "Easy for you to say, this is perfect for you. And your employers."

"You aren't wrong, darling." Carrie shrugged slightly and gave an awkward little smile. It was the most genuine expression David had seen since they met. "If it makes you feel better, I almost feel guilty about how well it is going."

David did not feel any better.

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Storm clouds were gathering on the horizon, thunder rumbling in the distance. Inside the main building, Mark had peeled off his dive suit and was scrubbing himself down thoroughly in the shower room. Juliana had assured him that he'd be fine, so long as he washed off with shampoo and dish soap. But he wasn't feeling great, he felt dizzy and hot.

Really hot in fact. He had already turned down the hot water completely off and even under the chilly shower he was still burning up. His skin tingled and he felt light-headed and weird.

Normally, he might be more concerned, maybe even thinking about going to a hospital, but right now he was mainly concerned about the aching, throbbing erection he was sporting. It had started as soon as he began to scrub himself down and it absolutely refused to soften. He'd jacked off twice already, coming copiously, but all it did was make his balls ache.

Mark shut off the water and stared down at his dick, which was still angrily, almost painfully, erect. He could actually see the veins throbbing. He stared at it for several minutes, hoping that he could simply will it to go limp again. No luck. He wasn't even sure if he'd be able to fit this into his pants.

He waited several more minutes with no sign of any change before he sighed and picked up the rumpled rubber diving suit.

"Oh, crap..." He had completely forgotten to wash the suit and now his hands were stained red all over again.

Before he could start the shower up again he heard the door open. The showers were attached to an adjoining locker room, just like at school. He peeked his head around the open shower doorway and into the locker area.

It was Tiffany. She had her back to him and was standing in front of an open locker. As he watched she reached around her back and undid the string of her bikini top. Mark could hardly breathe for a moment and his head felt completely clouded, making it almost impossible for him to think.

He wanted to just stand there and watch as she stripped down. But he just barely managed the presence of mind to realize that he probably shouldn't let her walk in on him, sporting a huge erection. Still lightheaded and confused, he decided that the best idea would be to sneak out while her back was turned. Leaving his diving suit behind he started to creep towards the door, still stark naked.

He was about halfway across the room when Tiffany pulled down the bottom of her bikini, baring her pale, pert butt. Mark couldn't pull his eyes away and the aching tension in his dick increased. He swallowed a hard lump in his throat.

That's when Tiffany turned around and saw him, standing in the middle of the room, completely naked. Her eyes widened, focused on his twitching dick, and she opened her mouth.

Before she could say something or scream, Mark lunged forward. He was acting entirely on wild, confused impulse, trying to stop her. Trying to give himself some time to explain. This was all just a misunderstanding.

He smacked one hand over her mouth, smearing some of the red algae on her face and, with his other hand, he grabbed one of her wrists. He pinned her against the locker, using his significant size advantage to push his body against her: holding her in place. She was smacking him on the shoulder with her free hand but he barely felt it as the tingling sensation began to spread.

He started to speak, trying to explain himself and calm her down before things spiraled out of control. But before he could find the words he felt an intoxicating sensation spreading through his pelvis. He looked down and he could see that he was, without even realizing it, thrusting his hips, pressing the tip of his dick against her stomach.

It occurred to him that he should really stop that. He should get himself under control, stop rubbing himself against her. He started to apologize, still twisting his hips, but yelped in sudden agony. Tiffany had bit down on the joint of his middle finger, pinching the nerve between her teeth. He pulled back his hand involuntarily and in that split-second Tiffany took a deep breath and screamed.

"Help!!!"

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David was standing at the entrance to the main Sea Angels facility, glumly watching the gathering storm in the distance. Things weren't looking good. The seas were getting choppy and the trawler was bobbing up and down on its mooring. If the storm didn't blow by soon then the entire study might have to be called off and that wasn't even taking into account the possibility of a red tide.

The one silver lining was that, as far as he could tell, it looked like the storm would be washing across the mainland and wasn't likely to directly impact the tiny island. He sipped unhappily at a can of beer, contemplating the ruin of this project.

"Help!!!"

The scream interrupted his moping. He dropped the can, spilling foam and beer across the ground. He was running before he realized what he had heard and the locker room door was in sight by the time his brain recognized the voice as belonging to Tiffany.

David shoved the door open, expecting to see that Tiffany may have slipped or been injured. He was not expecting to see her, completely naked, pressed against the wall by Mark, who was equally naked.

He acted without thought, rushing towards the younger man and grabbing him by the shoulder and yanking him off of Tiffany, who immediately collapsed to the ground. David yanked Mark back and punched him hard in the jaw, sending him sprawling.

David positioned himself in between Mark and Tiffany as the young man got to his feet. Now that instinct wasn't at the wheel, David began to realize the situation he was in. He was a few inches taller than Mark, and still in pretty good shape, but Mark was over ten years his junior and significantly beefier. The fact that his hand was already numb and stinging from one punch wasn't a good sign either.

"Mark, calm the fuck down and get out of here," David tried to use his sternest lecturer's voice. "Don't make this any worse than it already is."

Mark made an incoherent noise as he rubbed his hand against his mouth and looked down, seeing blood from a busted lip. His face was beet red and David couldn't help but notice that he was sporting a protruding, aggressive erection. The young man growled and lunged at David, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. David wasn't sure if he should try throwing another punch or if it might be wiser to just take a hit and see if he could talk Mark down. He could hear Tiffany yelling at both of them but the sound of blood pounding in his ears drowned out her words.

Any attempt to strategize went out the window as soon as Mark slammed him against a locker, fist raised. Time seemed to slow down for David as the young man pulled his arm back but he found he couldn't seem to move, only watch as Mark prepared to smash his face in. However, this granted him ample opportunity to see Juliana enter the room.

She must have been right behind him, presumably drawn by the same scream he was. The moment she entered she seemed to assess the situation and immediately rushed behind Mark. A quick strike with one foot to the back of Mark's knee caused him to collapse, falling to one knee and ruining his attempt to knock David's block off.

Before David or Mark could react, Juliana wrapped one of her arms around Mark's neck and pressed the other arm against the back of his scalp. Mark struggled, trying to regain his feet or break free, but Juliana had the advantage of firm footing and the muscles of her arm flexed as she held firm. Within moments Mark's struggles weakened and eventually ceased entirely.

Tiffany ran to David's side and clung to his arm, shaking with shock. Instinctively he patted her on the head, trying to comfort her, but quickly remembered she was still naked and found a beach towel to drape over her.

He looked over at Mark, who was being lowered to the ground by Juliana. "Is he okay?"

"No, he's apparently a rapist little shit." Juliana practically spit. She seemed to be seething with anger and looked like she'd like to kick Mark in the head. "But he'll survive, it was just a sleeper hold."

She got to her feet and approached Tiffany, looking down at her sympathetically. "Are you okay meninha?"

Tiffany managed a nod, "Yeah. Yeah. Just freaked a bit. It's cool."

"No, no it's not cool, meninha. But it's going to be okay." Juliana pulled her in for a hug, looking at David over the top of Tiffany's head "Could you drag him to his room? I'll make sure to lock it up before he wakes up."

David was at a loss for anything better to do, so he hooked his hands under Mark's arms and pulled the naked student out the door and towards the hallway connecting the main building and the dorm.

He couldn't help but notice that Mark's erection was still extremely present but he tried to ignore it. As he was lugging the weight along the hall, Carrie stepped out of an adjoining door. Their eyes met. She looked at him, looked down at the unconscious, naked student in his arms. At the huge erection still poking up from between Mark's legs.

He opened his mouth but couldn't find any words. Carrie stepped back into the doorway and shut it behind her, apparently deciding that she'd rather not know anything further. David sighed and dragged Mark the rest of the way to his room, putting him on the bed and closing the door behind him.

He was going to have to make some very, very awkward phone calls tonight.

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Later that night Tiffany was having trouble sleeping. Lightning flashed just over the horizon and the distant rumble of thunder could be heard. Of course, after what happened earlier, it was no surprise that she was having trouble relaxing but that didn't seem to be the problem. Instead, she felt light-headed and hot, even hotter than last night. The skin of her face tingled slightly and lips felt a little numb.

But mostly, she was thirsty. Her mouth was dry and cottony and she had already emptied her water bottle as she lay in bed, trying to get to sleep.

Finally, the discomfort was too severe to stand any further and she climbed out of bed, pulling on a robe and headed for the door. As she entered the hallway she glanced down towards Mark's room. Juliana had switched rooms with her, placing her at the far end of the hall and no longer right next door.

She actually felt guilty at how little the incident seemed to be affecting her. It had been terrifying when it happened but she'd felt only loopy and dizzy since then, almost like she was mildly stoned. She thought about it occasionally, but it was more like something she had seen on TV or remembered reading in a book, rather than something that happened to her directly.

She padded through the dorm hallways down to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she dug out a couple of water bottles and turned to head back to her room. Leaving the kitchen she almost ran into Carrie Ricci, dressed in a flimsy nightgown and carrying a bottle of wine. Tiffany yelped and dropped her bottles to the ground. Carrie responded with a similar, strangled sound and managed to, barely, avoid dropping the wine.

"Oh my, darling!" Carrie held a hand to her chest, breathing heavily. "You nearly made me jump out of my skin!"

"Sorry. Sorry." Tiffany leaned down and collected the bottles. She realized that this was the first time she'd actually spoken directly with the Nafta representative. "What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing, darling." Carrie gestured with the bottle, "I was just looking for a corkscrew. Dr. Mercer seemed to be having a rough day and I thought he might appreciate a glass or two."

"And maybe some company?" Tiffany's tone was icy but her head was spinning.

Carrie smirked and shrugged slightly, apparently not at all embarrassed at the implication. "I suppose we'll see where things lead."

Tiffany's heartbeat was loud, pounding. She couldn't help but imagine Carrie and David together, olive and brown skin against one another. His cock pounding her evil, corporate cunt into submission. Why was it so hot? Was it global warming? All because of Carrie and her slutty, capitalist cunt and her...her...fascist tits?

The next thing Tiffany knew Carrie was laying on the ground, looking up at her in surprise. Tiffany was straddling her, fistfuls of Carrie's nightgown in her hands, panting heavily. Carrie spoke slowly, soothingly, "Are you okay darling? You're a bit...on top of me."

Tiffany was burning up and a deep, aching itch was growing between her legs. Her robe had fallen open at some point, exposing her naked body underneath. She began to move her hips, rubbing her pussy against Carrie's thigh.

"What...what are you doing darling?" Carrie tried to pull herself up but Tiffany pushed down on her shoulders, holding the older woman down. "Taffy, darling, whatever your name is. This is getting uncomfortable."

Tiffany tried to gather her thoughts enough to say something. Maybe to apologize? Or maybe just to tell the slut to shut up and start eating her pussy? She wasn't sure what she wanted to do right now. Before she could find out, the lights flicked on.

"What the hell is this?" Juliana stood in the doorway of the kitchen

Carrie spoke up before Tiffany could say anything, "Could you help me, darling? I'm not sure what's going on either."

Tiffany managed to gather herself enough to climb off Carrie but she was still burning up and she could feel the wetness between her legs. Now Juliana was here and, as usual, she was barely dressed, wearing only another pair of tight, short shorts and a sports bra that was struggling to keep her contained. They were begging to be set free and sucked and teased and...

Juliana's hand smacked onto Tiffany's forehead, bringing her momentarily back to her senses. She had been moving slowly towards Juliana without realizing it and Juliana had employed the simplest method to stop her: holding one hand out and keeping the shorter girl at arm's length.

"Sorry...sorry..." Tiffany panted, "I don't know what's going on."

"Well, you seem to be in quite a state darling," Carrie sat up and started to climb to her feet. Both she and Juliana were looking down at her waist and, following their gaze, Tiffany saw that her left hand was absent-mindedly rubbing against her shaved pussy. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather go back to your room?"

Mortified, Tiffany pulled her hand away from herself and pulled her robe closed. She tried to think of something to say, but it was all she could to avoid falling back into the weird, sexual fugue again.

"What's everyone doing?"

David had just arrived, standing in the doorway, wearing only a pair of pajama pants. Tiffany's eyes locked on his chest, captivated by the glistening sweat caught in his chest hair. Before she knew it she was caught be Juliana's outstretched hand, keeping her from reaching David.

Tiffany screwed her eyes up, "I'm sorry! I don't know what's going on!"

David looked around in confusion, "I'm sorry, I'm confused."

Carrie walked up alongside him, and Tiffany almost hissed when she put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm not sure myself darling, everyone is behaving so strangely."

"I think I might have an idea." Juliana held Tiffany firmly at arm's length, "The algae bloom."

Tiffany shook her head, finally managing to clear a few cobwebs, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I've been examining the algae. It's not any species I've ever seen before." Juliana continued, "It seems to thrive in high temperatures and although it'll need more tests to be sure, it seems to be exuding some unusual hormonal compounds."

David stroked his five-o-clock shadow, something he usually did when confused, "So...what does that mean? I'm a meteorologist, not a biologist."

"I think it might be psychoactive. Exposure might explain Mark's behavior earlier."

Tiffany put one hand to her face, which was still tingling slightly. "He got the stuff all over my face too."

"Exactly," Juliana nodded. "It seems to have...unusual effects on sex drive."

Tiffany pulled her robe tighter and glanced at David but couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. She could still feel that demanding, urgent tension between her legs. "That...that might explain a few things."

David nodded slowly, obviously a bit uncomfortable, "Okay, we'll call for a pickup and get off this island. We should get both Mark and Tiffany to a hospital."

Juliana shook her head, "It's no good. I radioed the mainland just a little while ago. The storm is tearing up the coast. There's no way to arrange a pickup for at least another twelve hours. Good news is there's no sign of neurotoxins or anything immediately dangerous."

"Damn!" David glowered, "Okay, maybe it'd be best if we just let Tiffany stick to her room until we can get help from the mainland."

Carrie spoke up, "Excuse me, darlings. But is there any chance the weird sex goop could affect us without touching it?"

Juliana frowned, "Some algae blooms can go airborne, affecting animal life along the coast. Why do you ask?"

Carrie pursed her lips and gestured gently downward. Following her gesture, Tiffany saw the front of David's pants beginning to bulge outwards. She had to fight to keep the fog from consuming her mind again and she could feel the sensation of moistness flowing down her inner thighs.

Juliana nodded slowly, her eyes also fixed on David's waist, "It's possible. I have been feeling a bit...warm...myself."

David looked around in confusion for a moment before following everyone's eyes down to his growing bulge. He reacted with immediate embarrassment, grabbing a bag of corn chips and held it over his crotch in a desperate attempt to hide his erection. "Oh shit! I'm-I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me!"

Carrie pressed closer to David, running a hand up her body and lingering on her breast, "Don't worry darling, it's not just you. I'm feeling very...warm myself."

Juliana's bronze skin was shining with a thin sheen of sweat, her eyes fixed on the plastic bag David was holding against his waist. "Yeah...yeah...me too."

"Fuck yeah..." Tiffany whispered. Now that she knew what was going on, she felt more lucid but that also brought awareness to the trembling, hungry desire growing every second. David's bare chest and barely hidden erection, Juliana's statuesque frame and gleaming skin and even Carrie's flimsy nightgown clearly showing her nipples pressed against the fabric. She wanted all of it.

David held up a hand, still clutching the package to his waist, trying to calm everyone. "Wait! Wait. Let's try and keep this under control. Obviously, we're all...affected. So let's just separate, we go back to our rooms and try and sleep this off so we don't do anything we regret."