by Gina Mint
For Derek, it was a façade though. What he didn’t show Mila was how her nearness had caused his blood to boil. He felt the initial stirrings of his arousal. He knew Mila was going through the same emotion; she was just too shy to acknowledge it.
As they toured the area, Derek and Allan took turns flirting with Mila, but she was more drawn to Derek. Every time Derek came close to her, she felt her breath constricting. They were exploring the last cavern where only two people could fit in. It was said that if two people entered this smallest cove, they would receive endless blessings and good luck. Mila entered the cove first, thinking that fate would decide who among the two men would be her partner. Derek was quick enough to follow her; his manly scent of fresh pine trees wafted in the air.
Mila gasped as they stood there, toe to toe, facing each other. Derek didn’t waste his chance. Mila had aroused his senses, which had been dormant for several months now. He grabbed Mila by the waist and kissed her passionately on the mouth, separating her closed lips with his tongue. She melted under Derek’s expert ministrations. He nibbled her lips and sucked her tongue until she broke away to catch some air. But he drove in again, creaming her lips with his tongue and mouth. The sound of Allan calling out their names from the outside echoed inside the cave.
Derek’s hands crept inside Mila’s bra and came in contact with her soft lustrous breasts. He pinched her nipple, “oh,” Mila moaned softly. “Please…stop,” but she meant please go on.
A head tried to poke from the outside, “helloooo, come on out, there’s a long queue out here waiting for you guys,” Allan stated, exasperation in his voice.
Reluctantly, Mila and Derek broke apart. They were breathless from their swift arousal.
It was dusk when they arrived at the center. Mila’s body was burning as the ember of her first interaction with a male started to glow inside her. Derek wanted more of what he had tasted in the cave, while Allan had yet to come forward.
“Why don’t you eat your dinner at the seaside diner?” Mila suggested; her face awash with eagerness.
“Yup, that would be great,” Allan conceded, without consulting Derek.
Mila served them brown rice, seashells cooked in tomatoes and broiled milk fish, freshly caught from the fishpond. It was a sumptuous meal that allowed the two doctors a taste of the delicious local dishes.
While Mila was serving them, Derek would deliberately brush his hand or thighs against Mila’s body. She pretended not to notice, but her body responded undoubtedly – she wanted Derek’s naked body right next to her. Allan envied them. They looked good together, and yet…
Back in their room, Allan and Derek went about their personal business in peace. Allan thought what the hell happened, Derek? While Derek was lost in space, imagining Mila’s hot body arching under his own.
The next morning, dapper and fresh, Allan and Derek reported to the center. They were about to start their usual rounds when a new batch of nurses arrived. The two men watched as the nurses were assigned to their respective teams.
They waited patiently for their assigned nurse. It turned out it was someone they knew.
“Good morning, doctors,” came the familiar voice.
Allan and Derek stared at the cheerful face before them. It was Mila!
“Well, well, look what we’ve got here,” Allan enthused, “were you moonlighting as a waitress?”
“Yes, Doc. Having another job helps pay the bills,” Mila replied evenly. She was happy the chief nurse had accepted her request.
Derek threw her a glance, thinking how prim and proper she was now. Mila withdrew her eyes, conscious of how Derek undressed her with his penetrating eyes.
During work, Derek was stiff and formal. It was contrary to Allan’s easy-going personality. Derek was a year older than Allan’s 42 years. But both of their bodies were lithe and well-built with no flabby tissues hanging in unwanted places. It was apparent they were doing their daily workouts.
Derek’s formality at work provided Allan a chance to flirt with Mila. He stayed close to her, sometimes putting an arm around her and at times whispering in her ears. Mila didn’t reject his advances. He found him endearing. He’s fun to be with, she mused.
The morning ended with no mishap, and they went in to their tent for their packed lunches. There were only two patients after lunch; one with asthmatic bronchitis and the other, with a superficial knee wound, which they had attended to promptly, leaving them free for the rest of the day.
“Can you accompany me to the beach tonight?” Allan invited Mila.
“Sure, why not?”
They agreed to meet at the diner. Allan thanked his lucky stars that Derek was away for a home visit and an alternate nurse was assigned as his assistant. Allan’s attraction for Mila grew each time they met, and he wanted to proceed to the next level.
At the beach, they reminisced their younger college years and laughed about their humorous experiences during their internship training.
Allan drew Mila closer to him and held her hand. Unlike Derek, who evoked fluctuating, wild emotions from Mila, Allan was like the calm waves bringing tranquility to her soul. The warmth of his hands made her remember about home and family. And much as her mind rejected the idea of making it out with Allan, her body rebelled against her mind -a part of her wanted Allan.
Allan caressed her fingertips lightly, like stroking a baby’s delicate skin. His fingers went up her arm, up her face, drawing circles around her mouth and nape, gradually resting on her lips. He lifted her chin and kissed her then, drowning her in the warmth of his lips and his embrace. It was a long drawn out kiss that made Mila breathless. She had now discovered carnal pleasures that she had become addicted to, and she wanted more.
They were alone on the seashore, except for a few strollers in the distance. His hands brushed her tits enticingly. His movements were unhurried and feathery; a whiff of soft breeze in the arid desert. Mila closed her eyes and savored the gentle caresses on her face and neck and welcomed his tongue.
“Mmmmm, better than eating ice cream,” Allan murmured and nibbled her ear.
His warm breath coursing through her ears made her shiver. Her breasts strained from her thin blouse. They petted and necked oblivious of their surroundings.
“Holy smoke…the birdie down below… wants more,” Allan was hyperventilating. “That’s all for today,” he gruffly stated.
The unmistakable bulge in his pants seemed to house a caged animal.
“If we won’t stop now, I’d probably fuck you right here,” he gave Mila a slurping kiss, and ran to the inviting waters.
They played on the beach and the shallow portion of the sea until his erection subsided. They left hand in hand, their faces in pain and their bodies craving for fulfillment.
The next day, many of the patients in the makeshift center were discharged and had left for their temporary bunkhouses. The rehabilitation of the village was proceeding smoothly. Derek, as the team leader of the medical group, had used his own money to purchase some of the medical supplies necessary for the villagers.
During lunch, Allan, Mila and Derek bumped into each other. Mila had deliberately avoided them to sort out her feelings. She didn’t know why she felt strongly for both men. Although, Derek held more sexual attraction to her, she longed for Allan’s sensitive and jovial nature. Do I love them both? She asked herself, not knowing the answer.
“Well, the Three Musketeers are back together,” Allan patted their backs. “So what’s the agenda today?”
“Lemme see,” Derek mused, “I have to talk to Mila,” he continued.
“Oh, I see. Sure, go ahead,” Allan left them and whistled his way out.
At work, Derek and Mila didn’t have the chance to talk about personal affairs, although they worked together. This is because Derek had always been so formal and professional; he didn’t want to combine work with pleasure. But after work, he went back to treating her with concern.
“How are you?” he asked M
ila, gently holding her hand.
“I’m good,” she replied, nonplussed. She felt she had been unfaithful to him by the way she had behaved with Allan on the beach.
“Look at me,” he commanded her.
She gradually leveled her gaze, but her eyes wavered.
“You seem troubled.”
“I just feel tired,” she reassured him.
He regarded her intently, smoothing her hair with his palms. “How I wish we can go somewhere else where there’s only the two of us,” he expressed his feelings.
Mila had the same wish too. Her earlier yearnings for Derek surfaced anew and she clutched his arm, wanting him to go on touching her forever. Her pussy started to grow moist, and her eyes revealed all her longings to Derek without her speaking a single word.
Derek read her thoughts in an instant.“This won’t do…” he muttered. “We’ll have to do something about it.”
He hauled her to her feet and led her to his tent and Allan’s.
Mila protested, “What if Allan comes in?”
“He’ll have to leave, of course. He’s a gentleman,” Derek reassured her.
As soon as they were inside, he pinched her nipples underneath her bra and twirled them in his fingers. “Hmmmm, they’re ready for the plucking,” he murmured.
He pulled down her undies halfway and patted her precious petals playfully with his fingers. “This baby is hot and moist. Shall I eat them?”
Mila’s body quivered in eagerness, ready to give in to his masterful strokes. Derek knelt and brushed his nose on her clitoris. She gave a start as her nerve cells awakened and brought the sensation up her spine into her spinning head. She went dizzy with delight. “Ohhh, hmmmm…” She bit her lip controlling her moans as Derek continued rubbing his nose on her clit.
The breeze from the doorway flitted inside and wafted through her exposed cunt, but only for a moment. Soon, Derek’s head blocked the air as he swooped down into her pussy and his tongue worked and licked the area like it was a delectable food. His tongue ran up and down the smooth folds of her petals, licking and sucking the fleshy, sensitive skin until Mila sucked her forearm to muffle the sounds of her delightful moans. Her other hand clutched Derek’s hair as his tongue focused on her clit and two of his fingers inched their way inside her virgin pussy.
After a few minutes of foreplay, Mila moaned, “ahhhhhhh…God, I can’t take it anymore,” she whispered hoarsely, “please, please fuck me.”
Derek finger fucked her as she stood against the wall fondling her tits and thrusting her famished pussy into Derek’s fingers. She ground her hips and stuttered as the tip of her orgasm hovered in the background. So this is what those romance books were talking about. This helpless wild clamor for physical satiation, Mila realized.
They were standing near the flapping doors and the sounds of people talking outside were clearly audible.
Derek stood up then and kissed her on the mouth, his fingers still finger fucking her. Mila clung to him firmly, her desires for him had doubled since the time they had kissed inside the cave, or was it Allan she was wishing for? Mila wondered, but she was uncaring as she thrust her hips forward and fumbled with his zipper, wanting him to fuck her with his dick.
A rambling sound echoed in the distance and the rising voices of people can be heard from the tent. Derek stopped and listened intently to the din, but Mila had already climaxed, showering his fingers with her juices as she ground her pussy into his unmoving fingers. “Oh my God, ohhhh…” Mila cried in exultation against her arms, sucking it amidst the incredible pleasure of her climax.
The voices from outside drew nearer.
Mila swiftly pulled her panty up and mopped the sweat on her forehead. Derek wiped the visible traces of his own pre cum on the surface of his slacks.
Heavy footfalls were approaching the tent. Derek said from behind her ear, “You owe me one, bad girl.”
Mila was still shaking with her orgasm when a voice called out from outside of the tent, “Dr. Smith, are you there?”
Derek quickly donned his white gown to cover his erection and the stain on his slacks. He hugged Mila and whispered, “Leave after a few minutes, see you later.”
He rushed outside, “I’m here, what’s the problem? ”
“Doctor, please come with me, a boy fell…” the voice faded in the distance as Mila stood there still trembling from her orgasm. Her knees wobbled and she sat down on the hard floor. She had never imagined that orgasm would feel that way, and she was thankful Derek was the first person, who made her cum. But what about him? She was wondering how she can return the favor. As a nurse, she knew that it was painful when men were aroused and were not able to ejaculate. Oh, well, he’s a doctor, he knows what he’s doing, she reprimanded herself.
After Mila’s body physiology went back to normal, she stealthily left Derek’s tent and went to the nurses’ station to replenish the medical supplies. She was startled to come across Allan, who was sprawled in the garden chair. Did he come earlier to the tent?
“Whoa, what happened to you? You’re glowing and your face is all flushed,” he sat straight and stared unabashedly at her.
“I’ve been under the sun,” she lied, avoiding his eyes.
Allan was thinking, she finally got it. Up to what extent? He was uncertain, but it didn’t bother him a bit. “Let’s have a cup of tea,” he prodded her forward.
They sat under the shade of a tree peacefully sipping their cold tea, while watching the rural life going on around them. A number of people were cleaning the grounds, while some were lined up for their water supply. Mila was contented sitting there and enjoying Allan’s steadfast presence.
That night, Mila was restless in bed. If she were to choose between Allan and Derek, who would it be? She shook her head, reproaching herself. They wouldn’t be THAT interested in her. They may have looked young but both of them are already in their 40s, old enough to be her fathers. Nevertheless, they had both awakened her womanly desires and she desired them in return. To Mila, people of her age of 19 are immature and boring. She had altogether avoided Ferdie and Aldrin because they had professed their love for her. She was in a stage where total commitment was scary. Her mother separated from her father when she was 9 years old and it proved traumatic for her. It was an unhappy event in her life she didn’t want to repeat.
Hence, she needed to be level-headed and quit being serious about any relationship.
On the other side of the village, Derek was wide awake, as well. His thoughts dwelled on Mila. After his separation from Nicole, life became dull for him. He had endured the days like an automaton. His world became bright once more with Mila around. She’s an incredible girl, AND very young, he concluded. He was still too mixed up to think about serious relationships.
And there was Allan to consider, he pondered. Was he even serious about her? And what about him, was he?
At the end of the week, Mila worried about Derek. Since the day inside the tent, he returned to his old, formal self, addressing Mila only when necessary.
“Are you okay?” Mila cornered him in the stockroom, after the morning rounds.
“You’re worried about me?” he grinned at her.
“Yeah, “she touched his arm gently.
“I suppose you’re referring to this?” He got hold of her hand and swept his crotch with Mila’s fingers; an impish grin pasted all over his face.
“Don’t worry. I’m a survivor,” he groped for her crotch too and gave it a firm pat. “I’ll have to remedy the situation before the red flag goes up,” he continued.
Mila stood there not comprehending what he had just said. Her senses were stoked afresh. Her body had hungered for his touch, but she’d been fighting against her desire to be with him.
It was weekend the following day, so only the skeleton staff members were on duty. Luckily, Derek was free, while Allan was on duty.
He found Mila outside the diner and dragged her towards the hills. “Let’s take a hike,�
�� he announced, expecting no opposition.
Before Mila could react, Derek had chained her to his hand and they ran all the way to the nearby hill. They searched for the human trail leading to the summit. It was a steep descent and they had to stop every now and then to catch their breath. Whenever Derek’s finger came in contact with her nipple, he would fondle it momentarily. At times, he helped her up while caressing her pubis. Mila welcomed all his pleasurable actions; her dry, starving body naturally responding to his sensual touch. Her body was afire with desire and the spot between her thighs became wet.
Soon, they reached the top of the hill. It was an hour’s hike through the narrow human trail, but it was worth it. The scene below seemed carved out from a Picasso; small cogon huts dotted the area, and coconut trees rose predominantly across the span of land. The churning ocean surrounded the island like a loyal sentinel.
