It's Not My Island

by Charlie Dillard

“Oh,” she says moving her hand from my body.

  “Carrick, I’m sorry.”

  “Honey, don’t be. You didn’t have to stop,” I say then grab her hand and place it back on my stomach.

  But she quickly jerks her hand back and puts it at her side.

  “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this, touching you like this. Oh what you must think of me,” she says trembling.

  “Marissa, I think that you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

  “But what if you don’t like me once you get to know me,” she says in a shaky voice.

  “How could I not,” I say, dragging my finger down her cheek, stopping at her bottom lip; running my finger along it.

  She nervously licks her lips and closes her eyes moaning. So I push my luck even more and slip my hand into the back of her hair, bringing her into my body more. I look into her eyes to make sure she is ok with it. She doesn’t indicate no, so I lean down and gently brush my lips across hers. She groans and curls into me even more, and I suck on her bottom lip, wanting permission to taste more of her. Soon as she opens her mouth, beckoning me forward, I stupidly bump her knee causing her to gasp and moan in pain.

  “Oh,” she says clutching her knee, and falling back. I was hard pressed to catch her before she fell to the ground, but I did. I lifted her back up and cradled her in my arms; carrying her to the bed and gently placing her in it.

  “I’m sorry Honey, let me take a look at that for you,” I say then look at her knee and see that it is looking a little swollen.

  I should have done better with helping her in the shower. I was so worried about ravishing her sweet body, that I didn’t even think about how that would effect her knee.

  I reach under the bed and pull out the first aid kit, and grab an ice pack out of it. Then I slide the splint off carefully and put the ice pack on it. She winces when the ice pack comes in contact with her skin.

  “I’m sorry Honey, I promise it will help the swelling. Do you want some more pain medicine,” I ask her?

  She looks at me then at her knee, then back up at me. “Ummm.., is it going to make me tired?”

  “Probably,” I say nodding my head.

  The smile she had on her face and the twinkle she had in her eye disappears, and she lets out a long slow breath.

  “I really don’t want to,” she says.

  I think she likes me.

  “Why not,” I ask, hoping she might say what I think she will.

  “Well its just that I was hoping that maybe we could get to know each other better,” she says and puts her head down.

  “Rissa, don’t worry we have time to get to know each other. I just don’t want to see you hurting.”

  “How long does it take to start working?”

  “It takes about 30 minutes before you start feeling a little tired. You might not fall asleep, but you will at least feel a relief from the pain,” I say stroking her arm.

  “Ok then I’ll take the pain medicine, then we can talk and get to know each other better,” she says smiling.

  I just smile at her also and retrieve the medicine and give it to her. She takes it then sits with her back against the back of the bed. She is looking at me all dreamy eyed waiting. Maybe waiting for me to say something. So I take the hint and start talking to her.

  “So tell me something about you, like what were you doing in the ocean,” I ask.

  As soon as I say it I regret it, the look on her face was a mix of sadness, guilt, and more sadness. I see tears starting to form in her eyes; then I move next to her and slip my arm around her waist, and hold her close.

  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. Don’t answer that,” I say gently stroking her hair.

  She buries her head into my shoulder and cries. I let her, hoping that I can be of some comfort to her. I feel like an ass for asking that of her so soon. I should have known that there would be some type of pain that came with her being washed upon the beach.

  “I was on a birthday trip with my best friend Daisy when there was a massive storm. I was below because earlier I had freaked out and fell, hitting my head. So she was up top by herself during the storm. Anyhow when I woke up from a nap I was taking, the storm was raging quite a bit; but I slowly but steadily made my way up top to see if I could help. When I made my way up top waves were splashing over the boat, we were being tossed around like crazy. Daisy was laying off to the side. I tried to save her. We were both thrown over the side of the boat. I tried to hold onto her with all that I had. Even though she was already dead I wanted her family to be able to at least bury her. But I...I..I was struggling too much, I couldn’t breath; so I let go and continued to struggle. The last thing I remember was thinking I was going to die,” Marissa says. She is still crying uncontrollably. I’m surprised that she was even able to say any of what she did say.

  “Oh Honey, I’m sorry that happened to you.”

  “You hate me don’t you,” she asks peeking up at me with teary eyes?

  What. Why in the world would I hate her for that? I said just that to her and waited for a response.

  “Well I shouldn’t have freaked out. If I wouldn’t have she would have been down in the cabin with me,” she says shakily.

  I grab both sides of her face and say, “Now look here. A storm could never be your fault. Your friend dying isn’t your fault. And if she was below with you, you both might not have made it. So please don’t feel bad.”

  She looks up at me and smiles weakly then whispers, “Thank you for being so sweet to me; thanks for listening to me ramble.”

  “Honey your not rambling I want you to tell me anything that you want.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, Rissa tell me anything you want about yourself,” I say twirling a piece of her hair with my finger.

  “Ok, I love the color green. My birthday is July 2nd. My favorite food is creamy mashed potatoes. Everything New Kids On The Block I can get my hands on, I collect. My favorite Olympic sport is curling. I’m an only child. My Mother was black and my Father was Irish. My parents both died when I was 10 in a plane crash; So I had to stay with my best friend Daisy after that. She was like the sister I never had. Her family was so so....,” she said before falling asleep.

  Wow. One I didn’t think that she would want to tell me anything that personal, and so soon. Second I hate that she had to go through all of that at such a young age. She did seem to turn out a lovely young lady.

  Watching her lay there sleeping looking so peaceful, she looks like an Angel.

  ~~~~~~

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I say as Marissa blinks her way out of that nice nap that she just took.

  Glancing around the room she grins and says, “I didn’t scare you away with my rambling.”

  I look at her as if I was surprised and say, “Its not like I could go anywhere if I wanted to.”

  She eyes me smiles then swats at me. Then a look of question flashes in her eyes.

  “Where are we? How will I get home? Are we gonna be here forever?”

  “Calm down, everything is going to be ok. I will answer all of your questions, but only if you calm down,” I say hoping this helps her relax some.

  It slowly does. She pants a bit. Closes and opens her eyes, then puts her hands up in surrender.

  “Ok, I’m sorry I freaked out right there. I’m just still trying to process all of this,” she says waving her hand slowly around the room.

  I know it has to be amazingly hard for her, with all the things that she has been going through. So I can empathize, even sympathize with how she feels; and what she is going through.

  “The answer to your first question is we are on an island that belongs to my family in the Caribbean. I come here every summer just to get away,” I say.

  “Get away from what?”

  “Well I’ve been working at the family business since college, and I never take a break except when I come here.”

  “What is your fami
ly business,” Marissa asks me innocently?

  “We have our own Law firm,” I reply.

  Her eyebrows arch then she asks, “Do you enjoy working there?”

  “I do. I just need a break sometimes. So I come here for a month or so in the summer and just enjoy the warm tropical air, the clear waters, and the beautiful scenery,” I say while looking directly at her.

  She blushes and squirms under my heated gaze.

  “Do you always come alone,” she says peeking over at me.

  Huh, I wonder why she asked that? Maybe she is feeling a twinge of jealousy. I kinda like that. Not that I want to make her have jealous feelings toward me, but just the thought of her thinking of me in any form makes my manhood thicken. Damn this girl drives me crazy, in the most delicious way.

  “No,” I say and her face falls; and I swear I see her bottom lip tremble a bit.

  “My Mom, Dad, and my baby sister come sometimes too,” I say.

  Relief washes over her face; that makes me smile. I hate to see that sad look that was just on her face.

  “Oh, I’d love to just spend some time in a place like this with you too,” she says.

  “Oh would you,” I say sliding an inch or so closer to her.

  “Wh...what I had meant was that it would be nice to just relax and bath in the sun with your family.”

  I nod knowingly, not pushing her to say what I know she really means. I’ll wait for her to come to me with her feelings.

  “To answer your two other questions; my family comes to pick me up after I’ve been here for a month or so. So no we won’t be here forever. Unless you want to,” I say with a joking tone, but I was serious. I don’t know why but this woman has me saying and thinking things that I never thought I would even dream of. Like Love, and how my life would be if I had my soulmate to love and live with forever.

  “How much longer until they will be here to get you this time,” she inquires?

  “I just got here 4 days ago. They stayed for a day then they were off back to Boston. So your stuck with me for just shy of a month, until someone comes and picks us up. Are you gonna be ok with that,” I ask?

  When I look at her for a response, she looks as if she got caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

  “Of course I was just wondering how long I would have to...,” she starts saying then stops. Clasping her hands together, then wringing them out.

  I carefully and slowly move as close to her as I could get, cup her cheek and turn her head towards me.

  “Honey don’t be shy about talking to me.”

  Her head tilts to the side and she smiles saying, “I just wanted to know how long I would have to get to know you better.”

  There it was. She wants me or at least wants to get to know me more.

  “I know a way,” I say and move in to kiss her and she gets all stiff.

  I sit back and look in her eyes and say, “Was I going to fast?”

  She glances up at me with nervous and heavy eyes. Man is this woman’s innocence sexy. I wonder if she knows how desirable she is.

  “Well its just that I.., I mean I’ve never been with a guy before.”

  Wait, there is no way that this luscious woman has never had sex before. How could she go all this time without a man trying to touch on this sweet body of hers; because right now its taking all that I have to not take her right now. I’m dying to feel her trembling and moaning underneath me.

  I glance down at her body then back up at her face and say, “Its ok if you haven’t been with anyone before. Actually that is incredibly sexy to know. We can go as fast or as slow as you want.”

  She relaxes after that statement and kind of melts into me. I don’t do anything, cause I want her to feel comfortable in all that she is or wants to do. First she starts off by snuggling up to my chest. She lays her head on my shoulder and brings one of her hands up to my chest and the other is laying on the bed behind me. As she rubs her head on my shoulder, runs her hand gently across my chest, I feel myself beginning to respond to her soft caresses. My manhood is starting to stiffen at her touch. Damn, I hope she isn’t to frightened. I probably should stop her, but I just can’t. She feels amazing on me like this. While I am relishing in her soft touch, her hand starts to move lower on my body.

  “Ummm,” I moan and her hands stops right where it was, just at the top of the towel that I had on.

  “Oh I’m so sorry Carey, I got ahead of myself; please forgive me,” Marissa says dropping her head a bit, but leaving her hand on my body.

  This girl just don’t know how much I want her to touch me and so much more.

  “Marissa, Honey, don’t feel bad about doing what you are doing. I love how your hands feel on me. You don’t have to stop,” I say.

  She looks up at me about to say something, but stops and smiles up at me.

  “You like when I touch you like this,” she asks then rubs her hand over the bottom part of my stomach, letting her fingers brush the top of my towel.

  All I could do was bite my lip to keep from saying, “Hell yes that shit feels good.” But I did bring my arms up and let them rest on her shoulders, and nod yes to her. She smiled at me and let her fingers dip under the towel and graze the top groin; right where the hair began.

  “Damn girl,” I say.

  She glances up at me all nervous like, and again stops what she was doing.

  “Don’t stop, please. Your hands are so warm,” I say.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Oh believe me baby you won’t,” I groan.

  With that she lets her hand wiggle its way down and under my towel; that makes my towel loosen and fall open. She gasps and stares up at me with wide eyes. I look down and see that she is wide-eyed because I am hard as a rock, and am standing at attention for her.

  “Your so big. I’m scared. How does that fit,” she says breathing deep and hard.

  Oh she is so damn sweet and innocent. I wanted to tell her baby I’m gonna fit all of this into that tight pussy of yours and stroke it until you scream my name; but I didn’t.

  “Don’t be scared. I would never hurt you.”

  “But I just, it’s just that, I really shouldn’t. You don’t love me and I’d feel so bad if we messed around and we weren’t together. I waited for so long; I just want it to be special, you know,” she says apologetically.

  Covering myself up with the towel, I lean over to her and say, “Darling, this is nothing that we have to rush into. I can imagine that all of this is a bit scary for you. So why don’t we just lay here and enjoy each others company.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered, and we both lay there and talked for what seemed like hours about any and everything that came to our minds. We laughed at each others funny childhood stories. She cried when she talked about her parents and Daisy; I just listened and held her tight, comforting her. She told me that she wanted to work in a firm that does family law; and a lot of pro bono work for the homeless or people who are in need of a lawyer but simply can’t afford it. That made me smile, because that is exactly the kind of law firm that my family has. I didn’t tell her yet. I really just wanted to hear her talk. Plus I didn’t want her to think that I was only saying that because she said that’s what she wanted. We talked throughout the night, getting to know each other more than I’ve done with anyone other than my own family. It was perfect.

  Chapter 5 (Marissa)

  Last night was amazing. He was so understanding of my nervousness on being with a man, and he just held me; and after that we just talked and laughed the night away. I did cry when I was talking about how my mom and I used to watch Polar Express and drink hot chocolate on Christmas Eve. Boy did I cry. Carrick held me so tight but never too tight and let me cry and laugh. He never once made me feel like I was being a cry baby. He made me feel like everything I said and felt was of the most importance; that I was the only woman in the world. That no matter what he would make sure that I was ok. I know this seems crazy and f
ast but that’s how I feel. I don’t know if it’s because he is the first man that makes my heart jump at the sight, sound, or thought of him. Or maybe it might be that every time I am any amount of close to him my body melts. My hands get all sweaty, I feel tingly all over, and in between my thighs I get all wet and warm. I’ve never had that happen to me before. I mean I’ve found guys attractive at times, but I’ve never had this reaction. He has my body of fire, and I like it.

  “Marissa, would you like to go for a swim?”

  “Huh,” I say as I am brought out of my delicious daydream.

  “I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a swim this afternoon. Its pretty warm out and I thought it would be nice to go for a swim,” Carrick says.

  I look down at my knee then back up at him. He seems to see what I was looking at and speaks up.

  “I will help you. We won’t go far from the shore anyway; and if you are truly afraid we can just sit on the shore and let the water splash on our legs,” he says looking at me.

  It would feel so nice to have him hold me in any way again. I don’t want to sound too eager so I ask him something else.

  “What will I wear?”

  He sat there for a little bit with a smile on his face, like he knew I was going to ask that.

  “Why don’t you wear that purple one that you have. I have a few different pairs of swimming trunks that you could wear over it if you want,” he says grinning.

  Now, I know that he doesn’t want me to wear those swimming trunks of his, but I think I have to, because that bikini was scary. I mean it looked incredibly tight, but it wasn’t. It barely covered my booty, and it was so low in the front that I am so happy right now that I got waxed before I left. The top covered such a small amount of my breast that it felt like I wasn’t wearing anything on top. I don’t know what to do. I know that I have to wear it if I want to go swimming, because I don’t have anything else to wear; and I do want to go swimming.

  “Well I guess it wouldn’t be too bad to wear; when I had it on the other day that was the first time I wore it. Daisy got it for me for my birthday last year, and when I saw it I told myself I would never wear it. Its pretty scary you know,” I say to him giggling, hoping he doesn’t notice how nervous I am.