by Jack Porter
Somewhat satisfied, we made our way back toward the temple as the sun began to paint the horizon a red hue. As we climbed down the ladder, I thought again that it was strange that I was so unconcerned about being rescued. And that the girls seemed so happy, as if they hadn’t just endured a plane crash on a strange island. It was as if we’d always been here, as if this was home, and anything outside was foreign.
I’m sure all of this worrying is unfounded. We are going to be fine. All we have to do is sit back, keep ourselves alive and healthy, and go from there.
Eight
After our light supper, three of the four girls fell asleep quickly. Piper was up, reading a book she’d brought in her luggage. She barely glanced up to greet me because she was so engrossed in her world of words.
Letting her be, I grabbed the soap we were all sharing and stripped out of my clothes.
Unlike the girls, I only had the one shirt, two pairs of slacks, and these boxers. It became quickly apparent I’d have to clean them nightly.
Walking over to one of the pools, I dipped my clothes under the water and scrubbed until I felt the grime leave them. Then I hung them out to dry over one of the goddess statues before shedding my boxers and slipping into one of the other hot pools for a long soak.
More than ever, I wanted to dive into the deepest pool, to explore its depths. But Megan was already asleep for the evening, and I’d promised she could go.
When I’d had enough and got out to dry off with one of the two small towels in the supply bags, I found Piper eyeing me with a smile of approval and a small cup of tea in her hands.
“Drink this, you won’t be as sore tomorrow. I swear you did more work today than the rest of us combined,” she said, handing me the cup after I slipped my boxers back on. “How’s the leg doing?”
“Just dandy,” I replied as we walked over to the supply bags and sat on the designated blanket that we’d been using for comfort. But when she still looked worried, I added, “See? Those stings have almost completely faded. Maybe it has something to do with those pools.” I held my bare leg up as proof.
That seemed to satisfy her, though she still held out the hot tea for me. I took a long, grateful sip. It had cinnamon and a shot of rum in it, which surprised me.
When had Layla found the time to pack our alcohol?
As if sensing my thoughts, Piper said, “It's mine. I was bringing it home with me.”
This revelation should have made us worry about our situation, but it didn’t. I resolved to stop trying to figure everything out for the night, and just relax.
Piper put her legs up and rested her chin on her knees, arms lacing around them. She seemed to be waiting for something. Then I understood. “I take it you’re sleeping with me tonight?” I asked.
“Mmhmm, you should have heard all the hissing Hannah and Layla were doing a couple of hours ago.”
I winced. “That bad huh?”
“Hannah mostly,” she replied. “She was like a wildcat. I think Layla was trying to save you from her for another night. Someone had to be the voice of reason, or there might have been more than just words. So, I suggested rock, paper, scissors.” Piper smirked. “I’m excellent at rock, paper, scissors. I won the first round, and much to Layla’s dismay, Hannah won the second.”
“Why is my tent such a hot commodity?” I asked, even though I was sure I knew the answer.
“It would seem there is a race on for who can get in your pants—or boxers—” she said, glancing down, “first.”
Piper cracked up, bringing my own smile to my face. “Megan was beating herself up for falling asleep so quickly last night,” she said.
“But not you?” I asked. I wondered if maybe tonight, with Piper, I wouldn’t have to defend against an all-out sex attack.
Her dark as night eyes glittered mischievously. “We’ll see, won't we?”
Or—maybe I would.
Not that it would be the worst thing to happen to me. I found her more beautiful with every passing minute.
Draining the rest of my tea, I chuckled, stood, and lifted my arms high over my head in a long stretch.
Part of me wanted to find out what such an attack would look like coming from someone as beautiful and confident as Piper. “Well, shall we hit the tent?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” she said, and the graceful way she moved to stand was like a silk ribbon unfolding.
“You ladies didn’t really need the tents to sleep in, did you?” I asked with a smile.
Piper smirked.
She was taller than the other girls, and it showed when I pulled the already open tent flap aside for her to slide in before me. Our bodies took up more space even though they were pressed closer together than even Megan and I had been.
With my limbs and hot breath mingling with Piper’s, I turned to my side, facing her, to create a fraction more space.
After a moment, she turned to face me too. And suddenly it was much more intimate than before. I could be pulled into her gravity while we lay there in silence. Our words were unspoken, but our emotions and desires were plain as day.
Piper slipped one long, sculpted leg between mine and tilted forward. Her body molded to me perfectly, like it had always belonged, and her soft breasts pushed easily into my chest. The deep curve of her lower back pushed that trim, athletic stomach into mine, and my hips met hers at just the right angle. It would be so easy to tear away the little clothing we wore and push myself into her. I could feel her pussy, hot and damp and ready for me to do so like a beacon against my thigh. It drove me crazy with need.
But what I loved most was that during all this exploring without exploring, I could look into her obsidian eyes and she could look into my coffee-colored ones.
I’d never been with a woman who wasn’t shoulder-height or smaller. Most of my lovers had been like Hannah, whose tiny body came up only to mid-chest. There was never someone who fit my form so well as Piper did now.
As if sensing my walls caving, Piper leaned forward and captured my lips in her own plump sweet ones. I was lost. Feverishly, I parted those lips and probed the treasure inside. My mind was spiraling and my tongue was heady with the taste of her.
I wanted more.
Her hands moved up, winding in my short brown hair as I nibbled her lower lip before pulling away to kiss the shell of her ear and then down the long, sensuous shape of her neck.
Urgently, I slid one of my hands up the arc of her thick ass, over her hips and slender stomach until I felt under her thin nightshirt.
She moaned when I grazed the bottom of her breast, and I felt myself grow rock hard at the sound.
Suddenly, she pulled back and let out a low luscious laugh. “Dexter, you already have me like putty in your hands. There’s no need for tickling.”
I paused, pulling reluctantly back in confusion to gaze at her hot, desire-filled eyes. “I’m not tickling you,” I replied.
She let out a disbelieving laugh. “Yes! Yes, you are. I can feel your fingers on my legs.”
My mouth pulled down in a frown as I too noticed the odd movement under the blanket that she was talking about. “Hate to do this to you, Pipes, but I think we have an unwanted guest in our tent.”
Quick to catch on, Piper’s eyes bulged. “You mean—?” Her voice trailed off in a terrified squeak.
“Afraid so. It’s a rat.”
To her credit, Piper didn’t scream. However, she was also too scared to do anything but lay perfectly still and shake in terror. Her lower lip trembled and tears formed in her beautiful dark eyes. “Please Dexter, get. It. Out.”
“On it.” I replied and in a quick jerking motion, I zipped the tent door open.
“Alright. It's okay. I’m here,” I said to Piper, reaching beneath us under the blankets until I found the thing. It shrank away from my touch, but there wasn’t much room for it to run.
At the movement, Piper whimpered.
“You’re doing great.” My thick hands closed arou
nd the pest, and I squeezed hard enough to keep it immobile and unable to bite anyone. Then I slipped out of our tent and away, toward the hall.
Kneeling, I set the rat just outside of the hot springs room. “Okay, you little cock blocker, run off and be with your friends.”
Knowing the mood was completely extinguished, I sighed. Oh well, it’s for the best, I suppose. Before I shuffled back to the tent, I found Piper’s back turned away from me and her arms clutched tight around herself. She jumped a little when I slid in, and I wrapped one arm around her, pulling her close into my warmth.
“Are there any more in here with us?” she whispered.
“Nope, just the one. He was the first I’ve seen enter this room. Mostly they don’t like it here, but maybe the smell of our food was too alluring. Also, our tent was open. I bet that gave him the perfect cover to hide out from the pool’s light.”
“Why do you think they hate it? The light?”
“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “But while I’m finding out, we’ll be more careful. I’ll let everyone know to keep our food sack hung off one of the statues and our trash securely bagged.”
“Okay.” She paused, her whole form sagging into me. “Can we just stay like this? It’s really comfortable. And I’m not much for playing shy about my actions right now.”
“Of course,” I answered, meaning it.
She entwined one of her hands in mine at her stomach and positioned my other to cup around one firm breast. “Thanks,” she sighed. “I don’t feel so afraid anymore.”
Smiling, I kissed the back of her neck and tried not to let my hard dick thump too enthusiastically against her mouthwateringly thick ass.
“I guess we found another reason to sleep in the tents,” I said playfully. “We just need to always keep them closed, and they’ll keep the rats out.”
Piper shivered, and then quietly laughed.
As I lay in the dark and waited for my arousal to calm down and sleep to come, I fantasized about my next couple of nights with the girls. First with Hannah, and then Layla. This mix of stubborn will and lack of sleeping without sex couldn’t hold, and tomorrow, I knew my defenses would break, just as they had broken with Piper tonight.
Hannah and Layla, I mused. Both are tempting in their own ways.
Hannah was aggressive in her desire for me. The second we closed the tent flap, I knew she would attack, much like the wildcat Piper had described her to be, and I’d relent willingly.
But Layla was the one who set my mind racing and my heart thumping. I was still getting to know the other girls. I liked them, but I loved Layla, I realized. She and I shared history. We told each other secrets of our life in the quiet comfort of the cockpit. Plus, by most people’s standards, we’d had a full year’s worth of heated foreplay while she chased after me.
Without the thin veil of boss-employee status that had kept me tightly leashed, she wouldn’t have to make a move on me first anymore.
I’d just tell her all the things I’d kept bottled up inside since we had started working together, and then I’d ravish her, holding nothing back in my passion. I would erase those feelings of rejection I’d placed in her heart. Erase the memories of blatantly turning down her shy advances on our rare days free of Starflight duties. The days when we’d go exploring in the exotic cities we landed in after a long route and the nights we shared a hotel room to save on cost.
My eyes slipped closed as I wondered if we could go back to being simply partners when we eventually got rescued.
At that moment, I decided I didn’t care anymore.
Whether we were fucking or not, she was a reliable and invaluable co-pilot. And as that realization crashed upon me, I began kicking myself for all of my missed chances with Layla.
But no more. I would give her what we had both craved for so long. If I was going to spiral down this path of lust and adventure that awaited me on this island, Layla would be the first I slept with, I decided.
No matter how hard it was going to be to keep Hannah at bay.
Nine
Before I knew it, morning had arrived. Sleep had come a lot easier with Piper than it had with Megan. Not because one was sexier than the other, but because without Megan’s leg rubbing my cock all night, and her quiet moans in her sleep, I could almost ignore how ragingly horny I was.
With my morning wood making its presence known, I knew if I didn’t get up, I’d wake Piper’s peaceful slumber with its demands.
As quietly as I could, I slipped out of the tent without waking her and began to boil water on the butane stove for a cup of instant coffee.
I frowned when I saw how low our food supply was. There was only enough here for breakfast. Today was the third day since the crash. Our food had been meant to last until the fifth. But that was if we each ate only once a day. It seemed the girls hadn’t rationed, but I couldn’t blame them for that. And it wasn’t that big of a deal. I had planned to go hunting soon anyway.
I checked the water supply. It was low, but not as much as the food. I decided I’d go back to the stream to fill our canteens and to fish for our dinner.
The girls woke up soon after me, and I let them know my plans for the day.
While I began gathering the items I’d need, Hannah grabbed a bag of her own. “Oh, let me come,” she begged. “I’m great at tracking game. I know for sure I’d snag a couple of rabbits, if there are any. I’m quick as any woodsman at gutting and skinning an animal. Plus, I know a lot of cool tricks to find clean drinking water.”
I grinned at the way she practically bounced where she stood in excitement, waiting for my answer. “Sure,” I relented. “I could use help carrying back the canteens.”
Maybe it was my imagination, but her eyes seemed to gleam in a predatory way as she said, “Most excellent.”
Distant thunder met our ears seconds after we opened the hatch. The scent of rain was heavy in the air and I knew if it started raining while we were out, it was not going to be as easy as we first thought to find good animal tracks.
Hannah seemed to know this too, because for the first time that morning, instead of ogling my ass like it was the prey she hunted, she cast her pale green eyes skyward. “The rain is back already?”
“It must be this island’s rainy season,” I concluded, thinking of the storm that had brought us here. “Last chance to head back inside. Bad weather is on the forecast for today.”
“A little rain won’t stop me.” Hannah shrugged. “But if it’s anything like that other storm, we should be cautious about how long we’re out here, in case of flash-flooding.”
“I think you’re right. So, Hannah, what do you propose?”
“The canteens of water can be purified back at camp. It won’t take long to fill them. So that just leaves dinner.” She studied the clouds for another few moments. “Instead of rabbit, maybe we can catch some fish instead?”
I nodded, thinking the same. “If we hurry, we can make it back just before the serious downpour hits.”
“I have been known to catch two, maybe three fish in an hour. I’m better with my hands. Likely they won’t be biting any lines in this weather,” she said confidently.
I nodded. We would be an efficient team. “I’ve noodled a catfish or two in my day,” I said.
Hannah grinned at my reference. From her thick southern accent, I’d figured she was well practiced in the art of wiggling one’s fingers in the water to lure a fish into biting, then shoving a fist deep inside its mouth and pulling it out.
“Where did you learn?” I asked.
“My dad taught me,” she beamed. “He took me hunting from the time I was old enough to follow him through the woods.”
“He must be worried about you.”
“Nah. He died years ago.” Hannah said it in that light-hearted way of hers, but I caught a note of sadness in her voice, as well. I was going to ask more, but she changed the subject. “If we work together, we’ll have enough for all of us,” she said, spri
nting to keep pace as I began jogging out of the ruins.
“I saw a packet of flavored rice left in the food supply sack,” I said. “We can pluck a few edible roots on the way and have fish stew?”
“Sounds like a plan, Cap,” she said, using Layla’s nickname for me.
We headed due west. I glimpsed the faintest shadow of mountains that way, ones I hadn’t noticed the day before because of the clouds. Just how big was this fucking island?
The mountains disappeared soon enough as we plunged into the trees and clouds began rolling over the ruins. Along the way, a light drizzle started. Hannah’s light pink, long-sleeved crop top, the same one she’d been wearing on the plane, grew damp with moisture. Within minutes the shirt got pelted with rain, and I could clearly see the full shape of her breasts.
With the shirt fitting so snugly to her body, I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples pebbled from the cold, stiff and arousing, and I felt my dick twitch in response.
Noticing where my eyes were, she placed a finger to her chin and coyly said, “Hmm. This won’t do at all. My shirt is soaked clean through. If I don’t take it off, I could catch a cold.”
Without waiting for my response, she moved behind me and dug through the small sack of supplies I’d brought. She pulled out two clear ponchos and handed one to me. Seeing where her mind was, even if she had an ulterior motive, I knew she was making a smart move.
I pulled my own shirt over my head and unwrapped the poncho. It was clearly not long enough for someone my size. The dark brown curls of my happy trail, from belly button to where the V of my Adonis belt met my slacks, were getting drenched.
I was afraid if I moved too quickly, I would rip the thin material that constricted my arms.
“Whoops, I gave you the female one,” Hannah said. I turned to see she was holding the other poncho against her body. It went down to her knees.
Laughing, I slipped off mine and handed it to her and put the other one on.
