Island Jumper 3

by M H Ryan

  Paying attention to her neck drew some soft whimpers from her, almost squeaks. Then I moved higher, kissing her cheek and making my way to her lips. They were soft and full, even if she still trembled against my embrace. She hadn’t moved since I started kissing her, and I opened my eyes to see her open eyes staring right back at me.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “Yeah, am I doing something wrong?” Eliza asked, looking as if she might explode.

  “You can touch me, while I touch you. It’s sort of a back and forth exchange. It lets me know you’re into this as well.”

  “I’m so fucking into this, Jack. I feel as if I might…” she bit her lip and her eyes rolled back.

  I didn’t wait for her to finish the thought and kissed her again. Her hand went to my body and touched my chest, sliding to the back of my head. I grazed my tongue against her lips as my hands rubbed her bare back. I pulled my head back, releasing our kiss, and she breathed out a long breath before sucking it back in.

  “You don’t have to hold your breath,” I said. “You can breathe through your nose.”

  “Okay, that was intense,” she said, breathing hard. “Was it enjoyable for you?”

  “Yeah, you’re a good kisser.”

  “There can be bad kissing?” she asked, looking worried.

  “Eliza,” I said, pulling her close to me. “Don’t think about it, okay? The fun part of this is to let go of all the bullshit stuck in our heads and just getting lost in a moment with another person.”

  “Just get lost?” she said, as if talking to herself. “Can we do that again?”

  I put my hands around her back and slid them down to her nice ass. Taking her by the waist, I lifted her up and brought her body up against mine. She wrapped her legs around my waist and settled against me. She looked as if she might pass out as I held her face to face with me. Through my shorts, my erection pressed against her area, and I felt her heat against me.

  She moaned, and for the first time, I felt her relax and loosen up in my hands. I kissed her again, and she grabbed around my head, pushing me against her. The kiss was rougher than I expected, and she eased up, allowing me to tongue her mouth. I felt her tongue against mine and then the rumble of her moan in response.

  “I want you to see me,” Eliza said, pulling her top down and exposing her breasts.

  They were perfect B cups, with small, pink nipples. I moved from her mouth back down to her neck, and she wrapped her arms around the back of my head as I held her off the ground. She pressed me against her neck, moaning in pleasure as I tongued her.

  She pushed against my dick with her sex and rubbed against me.

  I leaned her back, holding my hands under her shoulders and dipped down to her chest, finding her breasts with my mouth. I kissed her nipple, licking it and sucking around the soft parts.

  She cried out in pleasure, and after a moment, I brought her back up, so we were face to face. She panted and looked at me, clearly wanting more.

  “Not bad for a first date,” I said.

  “I want more,” Eliza said, trying to catch her breath.

  She felt hot against my arms, and I lowered her to the ground with regret. Standing in front of me, she wrapped her arms around me, resting her head my chest. I hugged her back.

  I brushed some of her hair away from her face and held her, kissing the top of her head.

  “I want to have sex with you, but I want to give you these experiences first. You only have one first kiss, let’s stop before we push it aside with bigger firsts.”

  She leaned back and looked up at me. “You’re a good person, Jack. You want me to experience a relationship first, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, we have a long time out here together—”

  “Hopefully.”

  “Why use up all our firsts so quickly?”

  “I love you,” she said and hugged me again. “You’re thinking of me first.”

  “Of course,” I said.

  “Can I still see it?” Eliza asked.

  “What?”

  “Your dick?”

  “Umm,” I said.

  “Come on, I won’t even kiss it. I just want to see it, so I can have a real image in my head. Not some drawing or sand sculpture made by Aubrey. I want to see the real thing, and Aubrey said yours is perfect.”

  “Really, she said that?” I asked.

  “Yeah, so can I?”

  “Okay, sure,” I said and unbuttoned my shorts.

  I slid them down, letting the shorts fall to my ankles. Then I slid my thumbs under the waistband of my boxers.

  Eliza stared at me, mouth open and face red.

  I lowered my boxers enough to allow my erection to flop over the waistband. Then I pushed them lower to my thighs, exposing everything for her. After our date, I felt as if it was steel down there, so hopefully, it gave me a proper representation.

  Eliza didn’t say anything but moved closer, eyes focused in an unblinking stare. I couldn’t help but smile at the encounter. While I was aroused and very hot for her, I couldn’t help but feel like an anatomically correct doll, all of a sudden.

  “It’s bigger than I thought,” she said. “Does it hurt, you know, when it gets bigger like this?”

  “No, it feels good.”

  “Can I touch it?” she asked, almost begging.

  “Yeah, that’s okay,” I said, feeling the heat of the situation rising back up. Staring at her tits made me want to have her do a whole lot more than just touch it.

  Baby steps, Jack. For her. You can do this.

  I took a deep breath as her hand caressed my shaft. Her fingers were cold but warmed almost instantly against me. I sucked in a quick breath.

  “Does this feel okay?”

  “Yeah,” I said, in a high-pitched voice.

  “It’s soft,” she said, sliding her hands down the shaft.

  Then she pulled my underwear back up over my erection and snapped the waistband.

  “Thank you for showing me,” she said. “I’m not sure how long I can wait for that to be inside me but I want more of these dates.”

  “Sure, I’ll set up a proper date when we get back home,” I said.

  I wanted to take her right then but didn’t. What was I thinking?

  When we made it back to camp, I tossed another log on the dwindling fire and set a few more near it. I had one of those erections that didn’t seem to want to settle down, and I adjusted it in my shorts as I sat down next to Kara.

  Eliza rushed to Aubrey and Sherri, sitting between them. I knew early on there would be no secrets in this group. I liked that, though. We shouldn’t have secrets, and I wasn’t ashamed for Eliza to tell them every detail.

  They giggled, and Cass seemed to take great interest in their conversation even though I didn’t think she could hear them.

  Aubrey gasped and covered her mouth and then said, “No!” It was loud enough for us all to hear.

  They all turned their eyes on me. Kara scooted next to me and leaned against my shoulder, putting her hand on my inner thigh. I put my arm over her and pulled her closer.

  Sherri and Aubrey got up and walked straight to me.

  Aubrey kneeled next to me and whispered in my ear, “No one blue balls our man,” she said and smiled.

  Sherri bent over, her tits getting closer to my face, and took my hand, pulling me to my feet.

  “Oh, we're doing this?” Kara said, getting up with me.

  “There’s room for four,” Sherri replied, putting her arm over Kara.

  “Have fun, guys,” Benji said, while sitting next to a wide-eyed Cass. Eliza moved between the two of them and had the biggest smile on her face.

  I followed the three girls and we headed for the lifeboat.

  “I hope you girls ate your fucking Wheaties,” I said.

  “Oh, yes,” Kara said. “I’m so ready for this.”

  “Looks like our little Amazon girl got you all primed up for us,” Aubrey said, walking backward in front of m
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  Chapter 12

  The next morning, after a good breakfast, we started packing back up and also gathering the island goods. Most of the girls were gathering avocados, while Aubrey picked through the pepper plants.

  Sherri and I had the raft to load, and she was looking a little light on her feet this morning. Last night with the three girls was another night I’d never forget. It could have been awkward with that many body parts, but we moved well together, and there was so much love between all of us. They spoiled me in every way.

  “I’m not loading up a bunch of bamboo into that lifeboat,” Cass said.

  “Just go help pick avocados. We got this,” I said and waited until she was out of earshot. “What’s with her? She seems so hot or cold out here.”

  “She’s just mourning her perfect life. She had this hot-shot boyfriend before all this—a senator’s son or some crap like that. I think they were grooming them as a powerhouse political team.”

  “Really?” I said, looking at Cass as she dragged her feet toward the trees.

  “Oh yeah. She had her whole life planned out for her. I was shocked she even went with us on this boat trip,” Sherri said. “She usually never went out with us. Too risky that some pic of her smoking a joint or kissing a girl or doing a beer bong up her ass would come out, and then goodbye to the White House.” Sherri laughed.

  “Wait, is that beer bong in the ass thing real?” I asked, totally distracted.

  “Not that I’ve ever seen, but the mind wonders,” she said, tapping her temple. “I think Cass will adjust in time.”

  “Every time I think we’re connecting, she seems to regress back to this cranky, angry, lazy person.”

  “She was never one of the girls in the house,” Sherri said. “But I think she wanted to be. She just always looked down on us, as if we weren’t worth the time. Kind of rubs you the wrong way.”

  “She doesn’t seem that way out here—well, except the lazy part.”

  “It’s slowly hitting her.”

  “What?”

  “We’re here, maybe for a long time. It’s scary to her. She has a lot riding on her, and a lot of people that need her for their nefarious plans of world domination.” She let out an unimpressed snort.

  It gave me a lot to think about, and in a way, I felt sorry for Cass. It sounded as if her life was being planned for her, whether she liked it or not. Plus, she had probably been spoiled—a daddy’s girl that got whatever she wanted.

  After thirty minutes, Sherri and I had the lifeboat loaded up with our harvested bamboo and tied off to the main boat.

  A scream rang out from the other side of the island.

  The sound hit me with a jolt of adrenaline. Was one of them in trouble?

  One of them whistled three quick bursts; I thought it was Benji.

  I grabbed a spear and sprinted across the island toward the sound. By the time I got there, Benji, Cass, and Kara were standing next to something on the sand, right at the shoreline.

  I rushed up with Sherri, Eliza, and Aubrey at my side. At their feet was a dead body. As I got a better look, I realized it wasn’t a person, but some kind of sea creature.

  Eliza screamed when she saw what it was. “That’s what killed my dad.”

  Terrified, she backed away from it, covering her mouth and shaking.

  “It’s dead,” Benji said, looking back to Eliza. “It must have washed up on shore.”

  I stood right over the thing. A bluish-gray skin covered most of its body. Its head had a similar appearance to a human, with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. Its head and eyes were larger, and its face seemed to come to a point at the nose and mouth. On top of its head, it had thick strings of black that could be considered hair. It had two arms and two legs. It wore a small piece of cloth over its genitals. Its arms were smooth and muscular. Its hands had five fingers but had some webbing between them. It had two sharp teeth sticking out from its mouth, over its bottom lip. It seemed male by appearance, having a set of nipples on its chest but no breasts.

  A gaping hole stood out on its chest, as if something had gored it. The more interesting thing was over its left pectoral: a tattoo of a symbol I recognized.

  I searched my mind, and then it struck me. We found that symbol in the cave. It was on the concrete wall holding back the creatures from below. I pulled Danforth’s booklet out of my pocket and turned to the page. He had drawn that symbol as well.

  Comparing Danforth’s drawing to the one on the thing’s chest, they were a perfect match. At a closer look, it wasn’t a tattoo, but a branding. Someone or something had scorched this creature’s skin to make that.

  “What the hell is it?” Aubrey asked, looking at the drawing and then at the dead creature.

  “I don’t know, but it’s not good,” I said. “This same symbol was in Danforth’s cave and is in this book. Danforth seemed to think it was important enough to draw it.”

  “Danforth was insane,” Aubrey said. “Why are you still carrying that diary around?”

  “It has information in it that we might need, like this symbol. It means something.”

  “I don’t like this,” Cass said, looking at the dead thing in disgust. “It looks like something from Avatar crossed with a fish. It can’t be real.” Cass walked away from it, shaking her head.

  “It’s real,” I said. “This is a watcher.”

  “What?” Aubrey said. “This is what Danforth was talking about killing?”

  “Yes, and this is what I saw that morning when you found me on the ground.”

  “This fish-man-thing is a watcher?” Benji asked.

  “Yes,” I said. “I felt one last night off the shore, but I got rid of it. It was looking for something. I think this was what it was after.”

  “Oh, great. So they know where we are,” Aubrey said.

  “I don’t think so. I gave it a good reason to forget us,” I said

  “I don’t know what that means,” Aubrey said.

  “I used my extra sense and just commanded it to leave and forget it ever saw us.”

  Aubrey's eyes narrowed. “For real?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s incredible,” Sherri said.

  “Fine,” Aubrey said, not looking totally convinced. “If you say you got rid of it, I believe you.”

  “It’s holding something,” Benji said, leaning down to the thing’s hand.

  I spotted it as well—something shiny wrapped over its thumb. I got closer first and touched the thing’s hand, turning it over. In its palm sat a necklace with a pendant: two baseball bats with a diamond at the center. I took it from his hand and held it up for everyone to see.

  “Holy shit,” Sherri said. “That’s Emma’s necklace.”

  “You’re right,” Benji said. “And that makes sense. Who else could have done the things she did on this island? Making a fire, and a shelter and stuff.”

  “Yeah, she was the one trying to get on Survivor, right?” Aubrey said.

  “We were all in her audition tape,” Kara said.

  “Twice,” Sherri added. “She was obsessed with it.”

  “Well, if she’s out here, I wouldn’t be surprised if she killed this…thing,” Benji said.

  “It might have gotten a hand on her and taken that necklace,” I said and then looked back to Eliza, cowering behind a tree. “Eliza, get over here.”

  She jogged up to me, keeping her eyes averted from the dead body on the ground. “Is this what we were supposed to find here? Are we good to go?”

  “Yes,” Eliza said, as if she was holding her breath. “And we should leave now. Like right now. She’s going to need us more than she knows.”

  I put the necklace in my pocket and took another look at the watcher on the sand. I was surprised some croc or boar hadn’t snatched it away, looking for an easy meal.

  “Okay, let’s wrap everything up and get out of here in the next ten minutes.”

  “Get out of my way,” Aubrey said and ran to t
he avocado trees.

  Chapter 13

  We’d been on the open ocean for a few hours, using Eliza’s sixth sense as a compass. The islands that were once a visual guide for our locations were gone. The open ocean was again surrounded us in all directions. The only constant was the black smoke on the horizon behind us.

  I reached out into the ocean. It felt deep but with less life. Down below, though, I felt something large swimming—a predator on the hunt. It had to be a group of them, though, as nothing was that big.

  The deeper ocean had bigger waves as well, making for a steady up and down motion. While I didn’t get seasick, Cass didn’t look to be holding up too well. She stayed near the rail, appearing as if she’d hurl at any second.

  The other girls were doing okay, sticking to their stations for the most part. We had talked and joked around for most of the time, but at the moment a comfortable silence let us all retreat into our heads.

  The beautiful ocean gave me plenty to think about, and I also pondered what we found on that last island. The dead watcher brought back memories of what happened on Yang Island. A watcher had emerged from the waves. It had a symbol burned into its chest as well, but a square instead of the circle this other one had.

  I didn’t see any square symbols in Danforth’s book. Something that had been burned into a thing’s chest had to be important, but I couldn’t form a full picture of it. It could be a ranking system or even a tribal thing from one to another.

  “I see it,” Sherri said at the front of the boat, holding the telescope. “The island, straight ahead.”

  “Good,” I said. “Keep an eye on it, and let me know what you see.”

  “Oh, look, a school of fish,” Benji said, watching the water from over the railing.

  A flurry of small, silver fish swam by the boat. Last time we encountered a school of fish, it didn’t end well. A big-ass whale attacked us, and we almost died. I suddenly missed my little kitty buddy. I hoped she was doing well.

  “Everyone—prepare for a predator,” I said, and the girls stood at the ready with their weapons.

  Cass looked up at me, pale, and crawled next to the shack in the middle of the boat. She muttered about dying and several other complaints before curling up next to the center hut.