by Anita Kidesu
Toby got into the idea. “Yeah. We’re going to fix the cave up anyway in case of a hurricane, so why not fix it up nice?”
Jack frowned. “What about if the other two wanted to swim or use the pool?”
“I don’t foresee any problem swimming in the lake, but we should leave the pool to Emma and whomever she’s with.”
“We wouldn’t even need to go up to the lake or pool at night to wash up when we get the shower working,” Toby pointed out.
“I hate like hell to give up the pool,” Jack complained. “It goes a long way to soothing my aches and pains.”
“It’s only for two nights, Jack,” Emma said. “You can use the pool on your night with me, on my night off and the nights we’re together.”
Toby tossed a log into the dying fire. “You know, Emma, men sometimes like to simply curl up with a woman at night without having sex. What if we keep our nights with you when you have your period and have it be our time just to be together?”
“Can I answer when the time comes?” Emma asked. “I may just want to sleep in the plane for a few days; otherwise I might as well move up to the cave for good.”
“I wouldn’t want you staying in the cave by yourself, anyway,” Jack said. “Maybe when it’s our night when Emma is indisposed, we can just curl up with her in the plane.”
“Sounds good to me,” Toby said.
“Me, too,” Steve agreed. “As long as Emma agrees.”
“We’ll see,” she said.
Jack leaned toward Emma. “So Emma-girl, do you still think you’ll be ready by tomorrow night?”
Emma looked down at her lap. This was unreal. Her stomach coiled. Could she really do this? Did she want to do this?
“Yes,” she whispered.
Toby placed a finger under her chin and raised her head. “Remember, we won’t hurt you. This is all about pleasure—for all of us.”
Jack stood and stretched. “Emma-girl, why don’t you leave the details of tomorrow night to us? Right now we should get to work on the cave.” He reached out, grabbed Emma’s hand, and pulled her to her feet and into a hug. She stiffened. “You’ll be all right,” he whispered into her ear.
She pulled from Jack’s embrace and Toby took her into his arms. “Remember, we care for you.”
Steve was next and Emma relaxed a little as he wrapped his arms around her. “We’ll make this as special as we can.”
Jack clapped his hands together. “Okay, Emma, we’ll let you decide what supplies we should take to the cave. Toby, why don’t you work on a bed? Steve, you and I’ll figure out a lighting system.”
Chapter Sixteen
“This is ridiculous,” Steve mumbled to Jack later in the morning as he handed a torch to him and dropped his backpack at the cave entrance.
Emma hoped the experimental torch he’d labored over after breakfast worked. It would make their stay in the cave easier, and they wouldn’t have to worry about the flashlight batteries wearing out.
“I know, I know.” Jack sighed, peering into the darkness. “Maybe with time I’ll get over thinking one half of my stomach is already at the bottom of the falls, and a herd of water buffalo stomped on the other half.”
Steve clapped Toby on the shoulder and clicked off his flashlight. “We all have crosses to bear. The torch is still lit, so let’s see how far the light travels.”
“Turn off your flashlight, Toby.”
He gulped loud enough for Emma to hear. His thumb hovered over the switch.
“C’mon, man, turn off the damn light,” Jack said. “If there were bats in here, we’d smell the guano.”
“Hey, if Jack can venture across the ledge, you can turn off the light,” Emma reminded him, suppressing a chuckle.
Toby took a deep breath, gave her a weak smile and turned off the flashlight, plunging them into darkness. Holding the torch up, Jack stepped into the cave. To their surprise, a twenty-foot area lit up.
“Shit, man,” Toby exclaimed. “A few more of these and we can light the whole damn cave.”
“I’m not too sure,” Emma said, stepping to the edge of the light. “What we explored the other day was huge, and it seemed like the cave went on forever.”
Jack stuck the end of the torch into a pile of rocks, immediately reducing the area of light. “I don’t care about that right now.”
Toby picked up the torch. “We need to decide where to set up camp. The opening is too damp.”
Emma dragged both backpacks farther into the cave. “Especially during a storm. If I remember right, the cave was drier as we moved away from the opening.”
She finally found a spot. Several rock groupings lay close enough together for Toby to brace the torch in between them. A few more groupings would provide space for more torches. The area was sandy with some rock ledges on which to put supplies.
“Now for a bed,” Steve said, reminding Emma they were creating this space for more than a retreat from a hurricane.
She shivered as she visualized the long arm of her mother smacking her one up the side of her head. Her imperious voice seemed to be hanging over her shoulder. What can you possibly be thinking, young lady? A proper lady only submits to her husband and doesn’t sleep around. Men don’t respect hussies. What will Jean Paul think? What would our friends think? You have to consider the family name. She sat in the sand, groaned, and hid her face in her hands.
“Emma-girl, what’s wrong?” Jack asked, dropping down beside her.
Toby placed a hand on her forehead. “Are you ill?”
Emma shrank back from Toby’s touch, releasing his hand. She shook her shoulders to remove Jack’s arm from around her shoulders.
“You can tell us, Emma-girl.”
A tear ran down her cheek. “I guess it was the mention of making a bed. I swear my mother stood right behind me, chastising me for considering…” She shrugged. “You know.”
Jack snorted. “Bet she was telling you good girls don’t sleep around. Probably told you wives must submit to their husbands.”
Emma nodded.
Toby scooted closer and took her hand. “Think about this, Emma. What if we’re stuck on this island forever? I mean we’ve been here for more than a month now and we haven’t seen or heard a plane or boat searching for us.”
Emma rested her head on Jack’s shoulder. “What do you mean?”
“If we remain here and you listen to your mother’s voice in your head, you could be an old lady and never learn the real pleasure of being with a man. Remember, we said we’d make sure this is pleasurable for you. This isn’t only about the three of us.”
Toby took her other hand, and placed a kiss on her palm, sending shivers up her arm. He smiled when her eyes grew large. “Did you like that?” She nodded. He looked at Jack, then Steve. In silent agreement, he continued. “What if, for the time we’re on this island, we’re your husbands?”
“Three husbands? Isn’t that polygamy?”
“Well, if I were stuck on an island with three women, I’d have three wives, so why can’t Emma have three husbands?” Jack pointed out.
“As your husbands,” Steve said, “we’ll take care of you, respect and love you.”
Emma sat in silence, thinking about how this changed things, feeling each man’s touch rubbing her shoulder, caressing her knee, soothing the palm of her hand. She realized each caress was different, just as each man was different. Each one reached something deep inside of her. “What will happen when we’re rescued?”
Jack kissed the top of her head. “Let’s not worry about that until the time comes.”
“Feel better?” Toby asked.
Emma nodded, smiling. She leaned back and placed a gentle kiss on Jack’s lips, then gave one to Toby and Steve. “I’ll agree to be your wife,” she said, standing, tapping a finger on her chin. “I think I’ve an idea for a bed. I’m not sure making a bed with ropes will work in here. They will stretch too much and we’ll end up in the sand.”
“Probably,” T
oby said. “What else can we use? There’s no way I’m sleeping on the ground or on one of these rocks.”
“How about the raft?” she asked.
“We need it for fishing,” Steve answered. “Unless we can make a canoe or something. Can anyone make a canoe?”
When no one answered, Emma proposed her next idea. “You know those ski thingies from the plane?”
Jack closed his eyes, afraid he knew what she was thinking. “What about them?” he sighed.
“Can we get one of those up here and use it as a bed? We’d be off the ground, nothing would expand or contract and…it would be cozy.”
“Cozy?” Steve asked.
“Yes, cozy. Women like cozy,” she explained.
“How the hell do we haul the thing up here?” Toby asked.
“They’re heavy,” Jack said. “Each weighs at least a hundred and fifty pounds.”
Steve slapped his flashlight against his palm. “Shit, we would take forever to haul it up the path, not to mention said path starting at the bottom of a hill.”
Emma snapped her fingers. “I’ve an idea. I read a book about the building of the pyramids. Laborers moved boulders using logs as rollers. First they dug underneath the rock and placed the logs under it. They moved the rock along the logs using ropes and guys pushing. When the rock got to the last log, two men removed the first log, ran to the front of the rock, placed the log and moved the rock some more. It took a while, but no one had to carry the rock.”
Jack raked his fingers through his thick hair. “It might work. Let’s get rid of the stuff in the backpacks and head back down to camp. There’s a helluva lot of work to do.”
“How do we extinguish the torch?” Toby asked when they reached the entrance.
Steve took the torch from him and looked around. “Here’s to another experiment,” he said pushing the lit end into the sand and followed the others out of the cave. “Sure as hell hope this relights.”
In the discussion of making the bed and transporting it up to the cave, no one thought to point out to Jack that he’d traveled over the ridge behind the waterfall without panicking.
****
After lunch, the rest of the day was spent pulling the top off one of the plane’s skis. Once done, Emma climbed inside and lay down, deeming the flat bottom perfect for two people. The men prepared gear for cutting trees for the rollers while she gathered some of the hijackers’ clothing. She sat underneath the tarp in their eating area and bent to the task of tearing them apart to stitch them together for a mattress. Before she had one stitch removed, Jack tossed a bag at her feet.
“What’s this?”
“A parachute.”
Emma touched the bag with her toe. “What for?”
“A mattress and sheets and stuff you need to make the cave cozy.”
Excited at the prospect of not having to tear apart then sew the clothes back together, she jumped up and threw her arms around Jack, kissing him on the cheek. She dropped back down and tore open the parachute bag and worked on preparing for her new life.
Chapter Seventeen
Later that evening after supper, Toby let out a sound between a sigh and a groan as he eased himself into the pool. The sun was dipping below the tree line, casting shadows on the surface. “Any suggestions on how we’re going to work this tomorrow night?”
“I’ve been thinking about it—a lot,” Jack said, sliding into the water until it was up to his neck. “Man, I need this. I hurt in places I didn’t know I had.” He leaned his head on the edge of the pool. “I think we should set up something down at camp. Have a fire going in the pit. Take off the wing, though, so it doesn’t seem like a stove. Light some torches and candles. We can make a bed in the sand by the fire. Make it romantic.”
“Good idea,” Steve said. “If we wait until dark and with the fire and torches, maybe Emma won’t be so nervous having to view all of us naked.”
Toby took a drag on his cigar. “I don’t why she needs to be nervous. I, for one, am a fine specimen of a man.”
“Shit,” Jack muttered, tossing water in Toby’s face. “We’re all in fine shape.”
“Should be with all the work we do,” Steve said. “At least she has nothing to compare us to, having never seen her husband in the buff.”
Jack grinned and nearly rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “So how do we decide who goes first?” he asked.
“Why not the oldest?” Steve suggested.
Toby narrowed his eyes at the man. “Well then, why not the youngest?”
“That’s not going to work,” Jack pointed out.
Steve stood. “Tallest?”
“Shortest,” Toby said, sliding into the water to seem smaller.
“Who can come first?”
“Who can hold off and come last?”
“Smartest?”
“Sure as hell wouldn’t be you, Steve,” Jack joked. “Well, personal attributes isn’t going to work.”
“How about rock, scissors, paper,” Toby suggested.
“They teach you that in medical school?” Steve muttered.
“Smartass.”
Steve pointed a finger at Jack. “See. Toby thinks I’m smart.”
“If you’re so damn smart, come up with an idea before tomorrow night is over and Emma is sleeping by herself.”
Steve tapped his cigar out on a rock. “How about we each go find a rock? The one who finds the smallest rock gets to have Emma first, the next smallest next and the largest last.”
“Sounds good to me,” Toby said.
Each man stepped out of the pool and searched for their rock. Jack was the first one back in the pool, certain he would win. He watched the other two come back, stepping gingerly over pebbles with their bare feet. He grinned. Tomorrow night was going to be one helluva night. When push came to shove, he really didn’t care if he was the first or not.
“Ready?” he asked when Steve and Toby were situated back in the water. “On three. One, two, three.”
Steve threw back his head and laughed. “Hell, Toby, yours is a damned mountain compared to mine.”
“Well, if his is a mountain, yours is at least a boulder,” Jack said, holding out his hand.
“That’s not a rock, it’s a piece of sand,” Steve protested.
“A piece of sand is a broken down, rolled over, washed out rock.”
“Isn’t.”
Toby threw is pebble over his shoulder. “Sorry, Steve, but Jack’s right. He wins.”
“So, Jack,” Steve said, sliding down until the water lapped over his shoulders. “If you go first, Toby and I should play with her first.”
For the rest of the evening, until their brandy was gone and cigars burned out, the men discussed the finer points of making love to Emma.
“Here’s to our last time of beating off,” Toby laughed, standing up and exposing his engorged cock.
“Not so fast there, bucko,” Jack said as he rose from the water. “I think we need to do it one more time before or after supper to take the edge off.”
“Okay, here’s to one last night of beating off,” Steve added, wrapping his hand around his rigid shaft. “All for one…”
“Yeah, we know, we know.” Jack grinned, closing his eyes, thinking about sinking himself deep inside Emma as he pumped his hand faster and faster.
Chapter Eighteen
The next morning proved to be as tiring as they predicted. After attaching a rope to the front of the ski, the men took turns pulling, pushing, and carrying logs from the back to the front of the rig.
At times Emma thought her legs would collapse as she ran up and down the path, over and over, taking supplies to the cave. Bundles of sticks and branches cut from the log were stacked near a fire ring she’d built with rocks. Canned goods, torches, and the rest of the seats from the plane added to the feeling they were making a home.
The men transported another section of the wing to be used for a stove. Smaller sections were also brought up to be m
ade into dishes while passing the time when they lived in the cave during a storm. When done hauling supplies, Emma gathered grass and leaves to stuff the mattress.
Even with the hard work, Emma was surprised at their high spirits. On her part, she knew it was due to the anticipation of the evening’s events. She could only guess if her men were thinking the same thing.
Every time she hiked past the men, one would rip out a wolf whistle or pat her on the ass. Once, during a short break, Jack gathered her in his sweaty arms and kissed her. Not to be outdone, Toby followed suit and passed her to Steve. Emma became too dizzy to know which end was up and Jack, laughing along with the others, had to turn her in the right direction of the cave.
“Hey, Emma,” Steve called out on one of her trips. “Tonight, can you wear the clothes you had on yesterday?”
“They’re dirty,” she called back over her shoulder as she lugged water containers up the hill. At least with the falls at the cave, they wouldn’t need to go far for fresh water.
“Wash them this afternoon,” Toby replied, moving a log from the back to the front. “We like the outfit.”
“I’ll think about it.”
That’s when she realized she hadn’t given any thought about what to wear tonight. What did one wear to a sexual encounter with three men? Did they plan on undressing her, or would she have to strip herself? Should she wear something easy to slip off? The clock was ticking, and having no idea when she would be able to wash and dry the shorts and top, she decided on remaking something for the evening. Jack told her that after their work was done, they would leave her alone to rest until supper, a meal the men would make.
She blushed recalling the way his voice had dropped when he said, “And I suggest you get plenty of rest.”
****
By early afternoon, much to Jack’s unending relief, they finally struggled to haul the bed into the cave. They were all sweaty and tired. Jack thought they probably should have done this after the weekend. The process of getting the ski behind the waterfall and into the cave would haunt Jack’s dreams for years to come. Even if he hadn’t been scared of heights, getting the heavy, unwieldy hunk of metal across the damp path and turned into the cave would have scared the shit out of him.
