The Island Ch. 03

"Go to the armoury and get us a rifle and a pistol each and plenty of ammo. We'll divide the island up into quarters and search it in twos," Ray was in his element, taking charge of his men.

John went into the kitchen and came out with a shotgun and a handful of cartridges.

"I left this in the cleaning locker when we were getting rid of the rats. They used to hang around the trash pails at the back of the galley. Figure you can use it while Steve and I go and get us armed," John handed the shotgun to Ray.

"Go! Go!" Ray shouted and his two subordinates ran from the mess.

Ray loaded the shotgun while Bobbie fussed around him trying to tend to the wound on his head. She finally lost her patience and snatched the shotgun from his hands and put it down on the table.

"Let me put a proper bandage on that wound and check you out, then you can play with that gun as much as you want to," she huffed.

"Yes ma'am," Ray was surprised by her mettle but he made sure he could snatch up the shotgun in an instant if necessary.

Bobbie had to get very close to Ray to properly examine his wound and she was acutely aware of how close their faces were. When Ray gently pressed his lips to hers she sighed. He took her in his arms and held her gently, kissing her softly and stroking her face.

Bobbie broke the kiss.

"What happened in my office... what Craig was making me do..." Bobbie stammered.

"Never happened. I found him holding a gun on you and we fought. His gun misfired and he banged me up the side of the head and ran away," Ray brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes.

"What about his side of the story?" Bobbie looked down at her blood-stained, rain soaked skirt.

Ray lifted her chin with his finger and leaned in and kissed her tenderly.

"No one is going to believe a madman," Ray said with some finality.

It didn't matter anyway. John Fitzgibbons and Steve Ford found Craig Bowen hanging from the stout limb of a breadfruit tree on top of Lookout Hill. He was still dressed in his whites but had not left a note.

They buried him that afternoon under the breadfruit tree from which he'd hung himself. The service was quick and sombre and a blanket of solemnity fell over Harris Field.

Bobbie insisted that Ray go to his quarters where she could properly tend to his injuries and John and Steve retired to John's quarters. There seemed little reason for John and Steve to play out their charade any longer. They had held hands during the funeral service and Bobbie had taken Ray's hand was they walked back down the hill.

Bobbie made Ray shower and put him to bed then she went to the mess to find them something to eat.

"You can't sleep. I need to see if you have any symptoms of a brain injury," Bobbie warned him as Ray snuggled under the sheets.

"Reading that field medical journal doesn't make you a doctor," Ray groused.

"Being a Chief Petty Officer doesn't mean you always have to be an asshole," Bobbie threw the journal at Ray as she walked out the door.

Ray caught it and smiled. The woman had spunk.

A bouquet of perfume announced Bobbie's return before she even came through the door. She was wearing full makeup, a pink satin and lace bustier, sheer fully fashioned stockings, black high heels and a see-through white négligée that was open at the front. She was carrying a tray but Ray had no interest in what was on it.

She closed and locked the door behind her, dimmed the lights and walked over to the bed.

"Walking through the sand in these high heels is crazy," Bobbie sighed.

"I don't care. Leave them on," Ray swallowed and pulled back the covers.

"What about dinner?" Bobbie teased as she put the tray on the nightstand, bending over beside him, her buttocks in his face.

"Fuck dinner. You don't want me to sleep so get in here and keep me awake," he patted the space beside him on the bed.

"Why Chief!" Bobbie feigned shocked indignance.

"It's not Chief; it's Ray. But if you don't get on this bed and start kissing me right now I'm prepared to order you to do so," Ray grinned.

Bobbie climbed onto the bed leaving on her heels as ordered. She felt nervous. She didn't really know what to do but Ray seemed to. He didn't leap on her like she thought he might, instead he sidled up to her and gently took her in his arms.

"You are beautiful," Ray whispered, his lips nearly touching hers.

"Stop it," Bobbie whispered, yearning for him to kiss her.

"No. You're not just pretty, you're beautiful, a beautiful person I mean," Ray stroked her cheek and Bobbie nestled her face into his hand.

"Ray..." Bobbie was about to protest but Ray wouldn't let her.

"You're beautiful inside I mean. You care for people, you have an attentiveness and compassion," Ray complimented her and Bobbie blushed.

"You care for the men too," Bobbie returned the gesture and stroked his cheek.

He had shaved before he showered but she could feel the fine stubble coming back, his thick hair refusing to be tamed.

"I order them around. I tell them what to do. They are right; I am an asshole. And look what happened on my watch," Ray sighed.

Bobbie stroked his face; her fingers traced the outline of the bandage on the side of head.

"These men are alive because of you. We all owe our lives to you. Your leadership is what keeps this place going," Bobbie replied.

"Not Craig Bowen," Bobbie could hardly believe it when she felt the hot tears running down his cheeks.

"No one could save him. There was something wrong with him that none of us saw," Bobbie kissed Ray's cheek.

"See what I mean about being beautiful? Even after what he did to you, you defend him," Ray pulled her closer.

"Shh, do you want to go to sleep? I don't mind," She cradled his head gently.

"I want to make love to you," Ray whispered.

"I want that too," Bobbie felt herself becoming genuinely aroused now that the subject had changed.

"I've never done this before... not this way. I'm not sure I know what to do," Bobbie lowered her head to her chest.

"Me neither, but I'm so looking forward to figuring it out," Ray finally pressed his lips to hers.

Bobbie was immediately on fire with lust. Ray's hard muscled body was naked and she could feel his anaconda-like penis uncoil and become tumescent against her. She was erect in her panties and she gasped into Ray's mouth when he squeezed her there.

The slippery cool satin of her panties felt deliciously decadent as Ray rubbed the fabric on her penis. His long, strong fingers alternatively stroked and squeezed her while his tongue invaded her mouth.

Bobbie's fingers found him hard and throbbing, the length and girth of him was alarming, she didn't know how she was going to accommodate him but she knew that she was going to. She wanted Ray inside her. She wanted that quintessential intimacy that bound a woman to a man.

Ray whimpered as she explored his manhood, sliding her fingers along it, trying valiantly to wrap them around its girth but not succeeding. But she did succeed in exuding a continuous ooze of pre-ejaculate from his glans which she used to lubricate his penis as she fondled and teased it.

"Oh Jesus!" Ray gasped as she cupped his scrotum, feeling the weight of it, feeling his manliness.

"Oh god!" Bobbie gasped as Ray rolled her onto her back and lay between her legs.

She instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso and Ray sighed contentedly as she slid her gossamer-clad legs along his flanks.

Their cocks were pressed together separated by the flimsy fabric of her panties, his monstrous organ pressing on Bobbie's not insignificant appendage. Ray ground his whole body against her, luxuriating in the feel of the satiny bustier against his torso, the silky satin of her panties against his cock and her diaphanous nylons against his sides and back.

Bobbie was in deep rapture. Lying under this man, feeling his hard body pressed against hers, feeling his cock throbbing against hers as he ground his groin into her.

"Oh Ray," she simpered through crushed lips.

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

"You won't, I've came prepared," she blushed in the dark but Ray couldn't see it.

Bobbie reached out and found the tray on the nightstand, her fingers found the little tin of Vaseline. She awkwardly scooped out a good dollop as Ray kissed her and ground against her impatiently.

"Let me..." she whispered and Ray suddenly realised what she was doing.

He lifted himself up off her, hovering over her on his hands and knees.

Bobbie turned what could have been an awkward and embarrassing moment into cheeky foreplay by smiling up at him as she greased his substantial manhood.

"Does that feel good?" she smiled up at him coquettishly as she worked the lubricant onto his flesh.

"You're about to find out how good it you keep doing that but it might stain your bustier," Ray sniggered.

She leaned up and kissed him and slid her fingers inside her panties and plugged her sphincter with the remaining gel.

"Be gentle with me Ray," she whispered her gaze suddenly serious but the lust in her eyes still evident.

"Of course I will my love. I'll never hurt you again," Ray breathed and lowered his face to hers and kissed her.

Ray lowered his torso onto Bobbie and as he did so she took his manhood in her fingers and guided it to where she desperately needed it. She pulled aside the gusset of her panties and nestled his engorged glans in her sphincter. She had made a conscious decision to leave on her panties, she wasn't sure that Ray wanted to feel her penis on his flesh.

"Are you ready?" Ray leaned down and kissed her and searched her eyes.

Bobbie clasped her hands around his neck and nodded. She had never looked so beautiful.

Bobbie hissed and screwed up her eyes as Ray slowly pressed his glans inside her tight sphincter. Her face was a picture of both pain and lust.

"Shall I stop," Ray sounded genuinely concerned.

Bobbie shook her head from side to side. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and tightened her grip around his neck and lifted her buttocks off the bed, slowly impaling herself on his hard throbbing phallus. She didn't stop until she had it all inside her.

The pain was almost unbearable but at the same time it magnified the delicious and decadent feelings that were radiating from her sphincter and her prostate. His organ filled her anus, stretching it to full capacity and it felt agonisingly painful whilst at the same time unbearably wonderful. Bobbie's cock was at full tumescence, pressing against Ray's hard flat belly, distending her panties.

"Oh that is so wonderful," Ray rained kisses down on Bobbie who lay underneath him, her face contorted with pain and bliss.

"Don't move," she whispered, her words choked with agony and desire.

"I can't. I'll come if I do," Bobbie's tight anus gripped his cock like a velvet glove and he was on the verge of extremis.

"Me too," Bobbie gasped.

"Oh god!" Bobbie tightened her grip on Ray's body with her hands and her legs and began to grind against him.

The force of Ray's orgasm was such that Bobbie felt his cock shudder and convulse inside her. It was earth-shattering and she forced herself to open her eyes so she could see the look of bliss and contentment on his face. His seed flooded her back passage and made it easier for Ray to fuck her, which is exactly what he did.

Ignoring her order not move, Ray pushed Bobbie down on the bed and fucked her with long deep strokes as he ejaculated a torrent of sperm inside her. She writhed beneath him, washed over by an intense orgasm as her own cock exploded with a messy fountain of steaming semen that flooded her panties and glazed Ray's tight belly.

Ray kissed her and she pulled her body hard against his, wanting to feel his racing heart, wanting to feel his cock palpitating inside her, wanting to feel his essence, wanting to feel his love.

Far from being repulsed when Bobbie's semen spattered on his belly, it incited Ray to another pinnacle of ecstasy. He had pleasured the woman the he was falling in love with. She was feeling what he felt; the extreme joy and satisfaction of sharing their bodies.

Ray lay on top of Bobbie exhausted but she found the weight of his body pleasing. Every now and then he would quiver. His cock was still inside her and Bobbie could feel it slowly contracting but the fullness of it made her feel contented. She felt Ray snuffle and she lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at him.

He had been crying again.

"Did I do something wrong? Is it Elaine?" Bobbie regretted mentioning Ray's wife the second she had said it.

"No it's you silly," Ray stroked her face.

"How badly I've treated you. How utterly despicable I've been to you. And how lovely you are. I suppose I was jealous," Ray whimpered.

"Jealous of me?" Bobbie was astounded.

"Jealous because the men love you. Jealous because you were undermining me, giving the men something I couldn't," Ray whispered.

Bobbie opened her mouth to reply but Ray wouldn't let her.

"Jealous because I've wanted you all along. I wanted you to be mine," Ray lowered her head.

"I've always been yours Ray. I think you know that. I've just been waiting for you to take me," Bobbie leaned up and kissed the tip of his nose.

They stayed in bed late the next day. They heard John and Steve moving around the camp but they weren't disturbed. Bobbie got out of bed mid-morning and went to the galley and prepared lunch. She didn't wear her uniform; instead she wore a summer dress.

The men sat at their usual places around the table but something had changed and it wasn't just that Craig was gone. Steve Ford was sitting so close to John Fitzgibbons that he was almost in his lap and they were constantly touching each other like a married couple.

Bobbie served the men their lunch and then prepared a plate for herself and came out of the galley to join them. She usually sat between John and Steve but of course today that wasn't possible. Ray stood and pulled back the chair next to him and then pushed it in behind her as she sat. Bobbie was self-conscious and scraped her chair along the floor to give Ray some room.

Ray scraped his chair along the floor until he was sitting as close to her as he could get. He entwined his fingers in hers on the table top. John and Steve just smiled at each other and began to eat.

Harris Field changed considerably from that day on. Steve and John cohabitated together and Bobbie moved in with Ray. The rank structure broke down and they behaved like two couples who were the closest of friends. Ray was still their tacit leader and when important decisions were required he made them.

Work details were shared but Bobbie kept her domestic duties, she felt that was where she fit in and was of the most use; she was comfortable with her place in their little society. She still entertained them every Wednesday and Saturday and when they dined together as couples.

Nearly a year later Ray was standing on Lookout Hill looking out to sea, holding a flaming torch in his hand. A US Navy destroyer cruised off the coast paralleling the island about five miles out. If Ray ignited his signal pyre it was sure to be seen.

Ray dropped the torch in the sand and stomped on it to extinguish the flames and watched the ship sail into the distance.

He came back down the hill and saw Bobbie hanging out washing on line and his heart filled with love. She shrieked and squealed playfully when he threw her over his shoulders and took her to their quarters to make love.

Ray hadn't given Bobbie time to undress and she lay on the bed with her head on his chest, her anus throbbing contentedly, feeling Ray's issue dribbling into her panties which were soaked at the front from her own emission.

"I need to change my clothes and fix my makeup before dinner," Bobbie made to get off the bed.

Ray held her down on the bed and reached into his bedside table and took the letters from inside the cigar box. He held them up so she could see them.

"Do you know what these are?" he fanned the letters.

Bobbie shook her head but she felt herself choking.

"They're poison is what they are and when I get off this bed I'm going to burn them," Ray said grimly.

"Good," Bobbie could hardly speak.

Ray threw the letters into to the trashcan, a good shot from where they lay on the bed across the room. Then he reached back into the cigar box and took out the two wedding bands. He held them up and studied them and Bobbie expected him to throw them after the letters.

Instead he rolled over on his side and took Bobbie's left hand. She began to cry when Ray slid the wedding ring onto her ring-finger, stopping at the first knuckle.

"What do you think?" he whispered.

Bobbie couldn't answer. She was choked and her eyes were full of tears.

She just nodded and Ray slid the ring all the way on her finger. He gave her the other ring and slid it on his ring-finger.

"I love you," Ray's voice was choked with emotion.

Bobbie tried to tell him that she loved him too but his passionate kiss prevented her from speaking.

*****

Epilogue

In the year 2010 the Republic of Palau leased Mirrocau Island to a multinational development corporation that immediately went to work building an exclusive five-star resort. Work was stopped briefly when a grave was uncovered by a construction crew.

"You gotta see this boss," the Filipino foreman said, bursting into the American Project Manager's office.

The work crew stood in a group looking down into the uncovered grave where the remains of two people lay side by side.

"A man and a woman by the looks of it. She's wearing what looks like an evening gown and he's wearing a US Navy Chief Petty Officer's summer ceremonial uniform," one of the crew commented.

"What the fuck? This island was uninhabited until recently," the Project Manager scratched his head.

"There was a base here during World War Two; Harris Field. We demolished all the old buildings to make way for the hotel and we redeveloped the old runway," the foreman commented.

"Yeah, well no one gave a fuck. So long as the right people got paid we had no remit to keep any of that old crap," the Project Manager carped.

"This is different boss. These are people. We need to inform the Battle Monuments Commission, these could be war graves," one of the workers piped up.

"Bullshit! Those jerks will shut this site down for months!" the Project Manager seethed.

"What's going in here? What part of the resort is this?" the Project Manager snatched the plans out of the foreman's hands.

"This is going to be the garden for the wedding chapel," the foreman pointed to the plans.

"Fill it in! They can stay here. No one saw anything. Pay the crew double-time for the week Lupe," the Project Manager scanned the faces of the work crew looking for a dissenter.

"I'll do it myself boss. You guys get back to work," Lupe ordered his crew.

The Project Manager and the work crew dissipated. They didn't want to be witnesses to what was probably a Federal crime.

Lupe took his time. He made garlands of frangipani and hibiscus flowers and placed them on the remains of the man and the woman. When he bent over the grave to lay the laurels on the remains he noticed that the man and the woman were wearing wedding bands and that their fingers were entwined. They had been buried holding hands.

"May you rest in peace together forever," Lupe made the sign of the cross and began to shovel sand into the grave.

The End