“Peter seems convinced that it’s the best way forward,” said Cyrus.
“I don’t care all that much what Peter thinks,” said Amy. “What do you think?”
Cyrus frowned. He pushed through another curtain of vines, shrugging his shoulders without looking back at his two companions.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I guess… right now, there are more important things for us to worry about.”
Like not dying of dehydration.
“I need to get a better view of where we’re headed,” he said. “Hang out down here for a second.”
Cyrus spent a minute shimmying his way up a branchless palm tree that leaned at a climbable angle, getting his head above most of the jungle’s canopy. The island wasn’t huge, and his elevated view gave him a much better sense of its scale.
The smoke plume he’d seen the day before had quieted down, though there was still a charred scent in the air. The central stone mound was no more than forty or fifty feet high, made of hard, igneous rock and surrounded by trees on several, but not all sides.
He also spotted a small clearing a bit off on a diagonal from where they were, the trees and foliage around it denser than they were elsewhere. Cyrus felt a spike of hope as he considered what that meant and slid down the palm tree’s trunk to the ground.
“Alright,” he said. “I think a found something.”
Maggie smiled broadly at him, while Amy stepped forward and gave him a hug that felt a bit exaggerated.
“Uh, don’t celebrate just yet,” he said.
“Sorry…” Amy pulled back, blushing a little.
“Come on, stay close.”
Though it seemed as though the clearing had been within a minute’s walk, it took Cyrus, Maggie, and Amy almost ten minutes to push their way through to it. The transition out of the thick, jungle foliage and into the small clearing was sudden, and seeing a small, crystal clear pool of water at the center of it put an instant smile on Cyrus’s face.
“Oh my god!” said Maggie. “I just remembered how thirsty I am…”
The pool was about the size of a small lake, forty or fifty feet across and deep blue in color. Tall grass grew in abundance around the lake’s lip, and Cyrus could see exposed branches of nearby trees poking through into the reservoir, suggesting that the pool had been formed recently, possibly in the same way as a sink hole, or from an earthquake.
“We should probably find a way to boil the water, just in case…”
He trailed off as he watched Amy run forward and dive in, not bothering to strip down into her swimsuit. She began taking big, desperate sips, grinning at the other two as they watched from the lake’s bank.
“That’s our drinking water!” shouted Maggie. “And you’re mixing all the dirt and grime you’ve collected over the past day into it.”
“Relax,” said Amy. “It’s really deep! And it’s not salty at all.”
Cyrus frowned and walked a bit closer. True enough, the bottom wasn’t visible at the center of the lake, and he could see a small underwater cave branching off below the surface directly across from him.
“It still might have bacteria, or something else unsavory mixed in,” he said.
“We’re stranded on a desert island, Cyrus,” said Amy. “Loosen up a bit.”
She sunk her hands underwater and pulled up hard, splashing him with water. Cyrus opened his mouth to chastise her for splashing water, but stopped when he saw the playful, carefree expression on her face.
“I’m going back to the beach camp.” Maggie was crouched low on the far side from where Amy had jumped, taking careful sips of water from cupped hands. “The others will want to know about this immediately.”
“Alright,” said Cyrus. “Be careful.”
Maggie walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. The feeling of her body against him felt shamefully nice, soft and curving out in all the right places. She smelled faintly of perfume, along with the sweet, unidentifiable scent of femininity.
Water splashed against the two of them, causing Cyrus and Maggie to flinch apart. Amy laughed, and Cyrus shot her a scowl before looking at Maggie. Her sun dress was wet in the front, wet enough to make it abundantly clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath to keep her breasts confined.
“Thanks a lot,” said Maggie, sarcastically.
“Any time.” Amy grinned at them and shifted to float on her back.
CHAPTER 12
“The water is pretty warm, you know,” said Amy.
Cyrus had just finished drinking his fill and was taking a closer look at some of the berry bushes around the pond. Amy continued to swim, having ditched her blouse and jean shorts in favor of the swim suit she’d had the foresight to wear underneath.
“I’m sure it is,” said Cyrus. “But there’s still work left to do today.”
Amy splashed water in his direction again, this time drawing up short of him. She smiled mischievously and came deep enough into the shallows for her big, beautiful, bikini clad breasts to slide above the surface and into view.
“Come on, Cyrus,” she said. “Have some fun.”
He smiled, despite himself, and forced his head to shake no.
“I don’t even have anything to wear,” he said. “My swimsuit was in my luggage.”
“I’m sure your boxers would do just fine,” said Amy. “Come on, I’m bored swimming by myself.”
Maybe just for a minute…
“Fine,” said Cyrus. “But after this, we need to head back and start helping collect food for tonight.”
“Of course.” Amy’s perfect smile gleamed back at him. She watched him undress, and he felt a little nervous under her gaze. He’d known Amy for years, and was close enough to her for it to be unusual for her to have that kind of effect on him.
He slowly slid into the lake, finding that true to Amy’s word, the water was the perfect temperature for swimming. A sudden rush of excitement went through him as he watched her swimming toward him, her breasts swaying from side to side with each movement.
“Let’s play a game,” she said.
“Marco Polo doesn’t work that well with only two people,” said Cyrus. He dipped his hands into the water and splashed some over his face and hair, feeling it refresh him.
“No.” Amy stood in the water next to him, leaning her face in close to his. “How about… Truth or Dare?”
Cyrus rolled his eyes.
“Are you being serious right now?”
“You go first,” she said. “Truth or dare?”
Cyrus met her gaze for a moment, feeling a though the lake had gotten a few degrees warmer, electric tension rippling through the air between them.
“Truth,” he said. Amy smiled, and Cyrus suddenly realized that she’d been hoping for him to pick that.
“What really happened between you and my sister?”
Cyrus groaned.
“She… found weed in my jacket,” he said, truthfully. “She held me in her classroom and taught me my lesson.”
Amy looked skeptical.
“The way she talks about you, it almost sounds like…” She chewed her lip, frowning. “Me and Lana have always been very competitive. It’s like she’s, I don’t know, goading about something that happened between the two of you.”
“What are you suggesting, Amy?” he asked. She didn’t say anything, so he made an attempt at changing the subject. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” said Amy, not missing a beat.
“Aw jeez…” Cyrus shook his head, feeling tired and like far too much of an adult. Before he could formulate a reasonable dare in his head, Amy was against him, her hand playing across the muscles of his chest, sliding down to his stomach.
“Don’t hold back,” she whispered. “I never turn down a dare.”
“Amy…” Cyrus leaned in close, letting his breath tickle her neck. “I want you… to wear two halves of a coconut as a bra for the next week.”
Amy scowled at him and splas
hed him with water.
“You’re no fun,” she said. “Why do you have to be such a mood killer?”
Because I know how Peter feels about you.
“All I’m saying is that I’m bored with the normal girls.”
Peter pulled his arm back, launching the flat rock he held out across the calm river water and scoring three solid skips.
“What about Shauna?” asked Cyrus. “The new cheerleader? The one who keeps giving you googly eyes every time she sits with us at lunch?”
“She’s dirty,” said Peter. “Half the football team is already bragging about what they’ve done with her.”
“You shouldn’t be too quick to judge.” Cyrus shifted, letting his feet splash a bit of the water from the rock he sat on. The sun was setting on the western horizon, and for a weekday night, it felt pleasantly stress free.
“I’m just asking you to introduce me,” said Peter. “Maybe put in a good word. That kind of thing.”
“Peter…” Cyrus frowned at him. “She’s my neighbor. I don’t have any unique insight into her heart.”
“There isn’t a single guy at our school who knows her better than you do.”
“That’s not really saying much,” said Cyrus. “Don’t a few of your track buddies call her the ice queen?”
“I put a stop to that,” said Peter. “Seriously, Cyrus. Why not introduce me to her? Is she your type, or something?”
Cyrus frowned.
“She’s… different,” he said. “She’s not predictable. And I get the sense that she has a lot going on, right now.”
Peter looked over at Cyrus for a couple of seconds.
“Fine, be that way,” he said. “You’re not going to get mad at me if I fool around with her, are you?”
Cyrus chuckled.
“She’s her own woman, Peter. Just don’t end up with a broken heart if she shoots you down.”
Peter threw another rock, this one plunking and sinking without catching air.
“She seems like one of the few girls that could,” he said. “Break my heart, that is.”
Amy’s hand continued to roam, sliding into the waistband of Cyrus’s boxers and threatening to slide further. Cyrus reacted to her touch with hot, seductive desire, his cock hardening even before she’d made it that far.
“I didn’t dare you to do something like this,” he said.
“Are you asking me to stop?” whispered Amy.
She licked her lips slowly, letting the moment drag out and thicken until it felt steamy and magnetic. Cyrus leaned in and kissed her hard, pressing himself into her. Amy slid her legs open slightly and ground her crotch against his, her body burning hot where they made contact.
He wanted to take her, right there and right then. It wasn’t just because of the heat of the moment, either. There was something that went beyond just that, something raw and primal, something that ran parallel to their situation, stranded on the desert island, rediscovering what it meant to live each day.
Amy let out a tiny whimper and lifted up her legs, wrapping them around his waist and floating in the water with her arms looped around his neck. She kissed him again and then buried her face in her neck shyly. The movement reminded Cyrus of something, the secret of hers that he’d held in private and had never shared with another soul.
She shifted, dropping back down to the water, and led him into a shallow section of the small lake. Amy kissed his lips and then his neck, pressing herself against him as she dropped down, her big breasts sliding across Cyrus’s chest and stomach as she sank down in front of him.
“Have you thought of a real dare yet, Cyrus?” she said, her voice sultry and tempting. Cyrus smiled at her and glanced around, making sure that Maggie hadn’t returned with some of the others.
“Amy…”
Part of him wanted to tell her to stop, to slam the brakes on the situation before it got completely out of hand. But he didn’t, and as she slid his boxers down and let his erect cock snap into view, Cyrus’s entire body pulsed with illicit excitement.
“You know me, Cyrus,” whispered Amy. “You look out for me.”
She nuzzled her cheek against the head of his hard, sensitive erection, sending a wave of pleasure through the rest of him.
“Let me give you something nice…”
Amy kissed his cock with gentle, soft easiness, starting with her hot lips, letting them rub along the tip and shaft. It was lurid and scandalous, and felt like betrayal. Cyrus knew how it would affect Peter if he ever found out, but a dozen different rationalizations ran through his mind, one after another.
I knew Amy first. She used to be my neighbor. And besides, I saved her.
“Oh, Amy,” moaned Cyrus.
Her hand stroked back and forth along his shaft as she kissed and suckled. Cyrus stared down at her, only to find that she was staring back up at him with those dazzling, deep blue eyes. The cleavage of her breasts was on par with any actress or porn star, and it made him feel desperate to see, to feel, to experience all of her.
She slowly began to take more and more of his cock into her mouth, her tongue sliding and caressing as her lips formed a tight, succulent seal. Lewd wet noises came from the act, but the sound of the jungle was loud enough to hide them from anyone approaching from the beach.
Cyrus had to lean back against the bank of the lake, his legs turning to jelly under the sexual onslaught of Amy’s gorgeous mouth. He cupped her cheek, encouraging her more than taking control, as she worked her magic.
She’s good at this, he thought. Maybe I shouldn’t think too much about why that is.
Amy pulled her mouth back for a moment and made a popping sound with her lips. She stroked his cock with sensual, fluid movements and gave it several long licks. Cyrus wasn’t sure how much more she could take, but the expression on her face told him that she had no intention of stopping.
“Does it feel good, Cyrus?” asked Amy.
“It feels incredible,” he said, grinning.
“Better than some of the other girls you’ve been with?”
The question was phrased in a way that made Cyrus suspect that answering it might be a trap. Instead, he pinched his fingers sensually against her chin, and guided his cock back into her mouth. Amy began sucking enthusiastically, bobbing her head back and forth, her blonde bangs falling across her face.
Cyrus sank down against her, cradling her face and pumping his hips. He was horny, hornier than he should have been. Again, it seemed as though the situation was primed for sex. A tropical island, with only him and Peter and a half dozen beautiful women. And Amy, his longtime friend and occasional crush, sucking him off with all of the illicit skill she had in her.
“Oh, Amy,” he moaned. She pulled back, her lips popping off his cock and leaving it in the cruel, cold air.
“Do you like that, Cyrus?” she asked.
“Of course!”
“Do you… like me?” Her eyes met his, and there was something so sad, so vulnerable in them, that the lust inside Cyrus almost died on the spot.
“Amy…” he said, not knowing how or if he should answer.
She immediately returned to sucking him off, her cheeks blushing bright red in either embarrassment or disappointment. Cyrus let out an appreciative moan and ran a reassuring hand through her hair. She sucked faster and faster, and soon, he could hold out no longer, blasting out his load into her mouth. She swallowed every drop.
What was I supposed to say? Should I have just told her yes, and worried about Peter and all of the emotional drama later?
Amy pulled his boxers up for him once she’d finished and took a strategic step back, so the two stood at a friendly, rather than an intimate distance. She was still blushing, and Cyrus cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable and awkward and not knowing what to say.
“We should probably head back to the beach camp, pretty soon,” he said, knowing that the words would probably cut her like daggers.
Amy smiled weakly at him.
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p; “Sure,” she said. “If you think so…”
CHAPTER 13
It was marginally easier heading back to the camp than it had been heading out, a light trail having formed in their wake. Cyrus made a mental note to clear a proper trail as soon as he had the time, making it easier for them to travel back and forth to the watering hole.
When Cyrus and Amy finally spilled back out onto the sand, they almost bumped into Maggie, who was collecting coconut halves right next to where they’d exited. She frowned and folded her arms when she saw them, glancing back and forth between them.
“You’re both soaking wet,” she said. “Did you… fall in together?”
“The lake is deep,” said Cyrus. “It’s fine, the water won’t be contaminated by anything we do.”
“By ‘anything’ you do, huh?” Maggie’s expression was stern, but there was also something else there, something a little confusing for Cyrus to interpret.
“Relax, Maggie,” said Amy. “We were just having a little bit of fun. Nobody got hurt.”
Cyrus immediately wished that Amy hadn’t said anything. The two women stared at each other like cowboys in the middle of a high noon shootout. Cyrus cleared his throat after a couple of painfully tense seconds and nodded to the coconut halves.
“Should we start running water back and forth?” he asked. “That is our responsibility for today, after all.”
Maggie recovered her composure and nodded.
“Sure, that would be a huge help,” she said. “I’m still experimenting with how to get the coconut out without compromising the shell’s water carrying ability. For now, though, we’ll have to use halves, so be careful and go slow.”
“Sure thing.” Cyrus stepped toward Maggie, pulling her into a light, friendly hug. He wasn’t sure why exactly he did it. Something on her face, maybe. It just seemed like she needed a hug, and from the way she hugged him back, his assumption seemed validated.
He and Amy walked back along the trail, Cyrus putting in a bit of work as they went to pull down vines and break branches in the way. Amy didn’t say anything for about a minute, until they were definitely out of ear shot of the beach.
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