Island Jumper 3

by M H Ryan

  “Who told you that?” I asked.

  “Aubrey tells me that sometimes,” Eliza said. “She tells me a lot of stuff.” She blushed.

  “No I don’t,” Aubrey said from up at the house. I spotted her face in a window.

  “They were having lots of fun with my hair today,” Eliza said. “Do you like it? Benji called it an Elsa.”

  So that’s what they were doing for the last couple hours. Eliza looked perfectly clean, and her hair had been washed and had a shine to it as it cascaded over her shoulder in one large braid.

  “You look amazing, and I apologize if I haven’t said that yet,” I said.

  “You did, but a girl doesn’t mind hearing it again.”

  She really did look amazing. Benji had wanted to get her hands on that hair of Eliza’s, and she finally did. Her skin looked vibrant as well, as if it had a polish to it. I wasn’t sure what the girls did to keep up looks out in this environment, but they all seemed to look incredible most of the time.

  We finished eating, and Cass cleared our table like a server. I thanked her with an amused smile, but she seemed to take the role seriously and kept to her duties without a hint of whimsy. I think everyone wanted to make sure that our first date went over well. Eliza’s first date, ever. The girls seemed to relish in her innocence and openly encouraged us to progress our relationship. Lately, I regularly saw Aubrey and Eliza together, sharing whispers while they looked at me. It was almost as if they were planning something. More than once, I saw Eliza blushing from their conversations.

  I took another long look at Eliza, with her slim, petite figure, so fitting for her pretty, youthful face. I’d seen her bare chest back on the Avocado Island, and it wasn’t something I’d forgotten. They were a perfect B-cup size that were shaped nicely for cupping and kissing. I found myself getting lost in the memory of their perfection.

  She noticed and smiled. “The girls got me looking good, huh?” Eliza said, adjusting her top a bit, showing more of her twins off.

  “Stunning,” I said.

  “Can I have your attention please?” Benji said with a theatrical voice that projected deep into the forest as she stood on the deck of the house. “This isn’t just dinner, but dinner theater.” She gave a deep bow, and we both applauded and yelled our approval.

  “Thank you,” Benji said, taking another deep bow.

  I heard snickering inside the house from the others.

  “This is going to be good,” Cass said, handing us fresh bags of water.

  I picked up the stump I was sitting on and carried it next to Eliza and sat close to her. She wrapped her arms around my waist and held onto me, putting her head on my shoulder as she gazed up at Benji’s “stage.”

  “Tonight we are going to be reenacting one of the greatest movies ever made, by the genius that is Jared Hess. Of course, I’m talking about Napoleon Dynamite.”

  We applauded again, and she took another bow.

  “I will be taking on the role of Napoleon, but let me introduce the rest of the cast.”

  She begins to call out names, and each girl came out, wearing their hair to as close to the character as they could, with Kara make a fine-looking Deb with a side ponytail. Carmen had even joined in on the shenanigans by being Uncle Rico. She called out that she could throw a football over them trees.

  I hadn’t witnessed any rehearsals, as most of the time, a few of us had been pulling pipes off the boat and arranging them down the forest for Sherri’s new idea of running water to the house. It seemed like an idea that was too good to be true, but using the telescope, we cut a piece of bamboo in half and then sealed the ends and mounted it to the scope. It wasn’t as good as the peep sights we used in construction, but it gave us a good idea of level, and it appeared we had plenty of fall from the upper pond to the house. And we had enough pipe.

  Part of me wanted to stick to tasks and get things done, but I also had a full group of women that were stuck with almost no comforts on an island chain that seemed to grow deadlier with each passing day. If I didn’t allow or encourage nights like this one, it wouldn’t be long before the morale of even a person like Sherri would start to wane. A happy group of girls made for a happy me. Benji had been dying to use the stage for a play, and this date night seemed like the perfect chance at that.

  Now, I’d seen Napoleon Dynamite many times. It was one of my dad’s favorite movies, and it was just one of those things I grew up with. Benji, on the other hand, had a near word-for-word memorization of the entire movie.

  The play started off similar to the movie, with Benji at a high school and being so funny that I nearly fell off my stump. Dang, she knew that movie.

  Eliza cuddled with me as we watched the play on the stage above us. Benji nailed every line, but the rest were struggling with lines and what to do. But Benji must have instructed them to push forward no matter what, so each time they forgot what to say, they ad-libbed and said ridiculous stuff. Every time, I laughed. In fact, I’ve never laughed so hard in my life, watching these ladies putting on such a fantastic performance.

  Eliza didn’t laugh as much as I did, but she had the biggest eyes, watching the play. I don’t think she blinked most of the time, afraid she might miss one second of it.

  Benji had condensed the movie down to about a thirty-minute play, and I knew we were getting to the end as Pedro, played by Aubrey, with her hair tied up so much that it actually looked like a wig sitting on top of her head, started giving her or his speech for being president.

  “Vote for me, and all your dreams can come true,” Aubrey said, and I spotted Benji cringing at the missed line and then pushed Aubrey back onto the stage, whispering to her.

  “Oh and now for my talent portion, performed by Napoleon,” Aubrey said.

  Now, Sherri, Kara, and Carmen were beatboxing an impressive beat as Benji took the stage.

  “No she’s not,” I said, anticipation building in me until I rose to my feet.

  Eliza stood next to me, looking from me to Benji. I put my arm around Eliza and pulled her against me.

  Benji started dancing, and not only was she a good dancer, but she had Napoleon’s entire dance memorized. We stood in awe of her as she neared the end of her dance. The music stopped, and she looked awkward for a moment before running off the stage.

  I cheered and yelled. Eliza joined me, standing on the stump, so she was near my height as we kept cheering on. Cass, behind us, joined in as well, yelling accolades.

  I’d seen a lot of thing in my life, but watching these gorgeous, incredible women put on a play and everything else they did in and around this event—just so Eliza could have a special first date—well, I started to get choked up about it. Having friends like these were beyond any gift I could ask for.

  All the girls came back onto the stage and lined up, holding hands, and bowing. We cheered as loud as we could before they finally went back into the house.

  “You okay?” Eliza asked, squeezing me.

  “Yeah, just happy to be here with you,” I said.

  Eliza’s lips thinned, and she teared up. “I’m happy as well, Jack. Thank you for insisting on this. This has been, and will probably be, the best night of my life. I don’t really see how it can be better.”

  “It’s going to get better real soon,” Aubrey yelled from the house.

  From behind us, I noticed the light from a torch. I turned to see Cass holding it.

  “We’ve set up a nice spot in the house for you two,” Cass said.

  “Great! I can’t wait to tell them how much I loved that play,” Eliza said.

  “No, no—they left the house from the back door. It’s just for you two,” Cass said.

  “Oh,” Eliza said, looking nervous but excited. “Just us. Are you okay with that, Jack?”

  “Of course,” I said and took her hand in mine.

  We climbed up to the deck, and I stopped at the front door of the house. Cass stayed below but held the torch, giving us some extra light.
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br />   “What is it?” Eliza said as I stood before the door, not entering. “Is there a predator?” She had her hand on the knife at her hip.

  “No, and this is going to sound dumb, but can I carry you over the threshold?”

  “What’s a threshold?”

  “The doorway.”

  “Okay, sure,” Eliza agreed, not even asking for an explanation. Another reason to love her.

  I bent down and scooped her up. She gasped but held onto me.

  “I won’t drop you,” I said.

  “I know.”

  She couldn’t have been more than a hundred pounds. I walked through the doorway, sideways, making sure her head didn’t hit the jamb. I set her back down and again took in what the girls had done to the room for us. I got choked up from the sight of it.

  The house was still mostly blank, but in the corner of the room sat several homemade candles, flickering and casting light shadows across the house. On the floor next to the candles was a bed—more or less Danforth’s blanket, that Aubrey had boiled several times by now. They framed the blanket with a couple logs, and they must have stuffed something under the fabric, as it looked puffy and soft.

  A trail of flower petals lined the floor to the bed. A stump next to the bed had a couple water bags and a large leaf that looked to have cut mangos cubes on it.

  “They are too good to me,” Eliza said, her voice cracking with emotion.

  “They are amazing people,” I said.

  She turned to me, holding my hand, and pulled me along the petal path. “Is this how dates go back from where you’re from?” she asked.

  “Rarely this well. This is special.”

  I pulled her closer to me and kissed her. This seemed to shock her, as she tensed for the first second before kissing me back and then melting in my arms. I once again picked her up and this time, carried her all the way to the bed, laying her down on her back.

  “I’ve never—”

  “I know. I’ll take it slow with you.”

  “I love you,” Eliza said.

  “I love you too.”

  Eliza lay on the bed, her long braid running over her shoulder and covering her right breast. I kneeled between her legs, admiring her magnificent body in the pale candlelight. I glanced at the candle and noticed they were chunks of wood with a string stuck in the middle with some oil, probably fat left over from cooking. The oil filled in a scooped out section of the wood. I didn’t think the candles would last long but looking at Eliza again, I didn’t think I would either.

  I took off my shirt, tossing it to the floor, and then bent down to kiss her perfectly tanned, firm stomach, my tongue gliding past her belly button and up to her ribs. She touched my hair, letting out soft moans of pleasure as I felt her breasts over her top.

  In a quick motion, she had her top off as well, tossing it next to my shirt. I moved up, finding her nipples with my tongue and gliding it around it in a circular motion, hoping to get another one of those soft moans from her, and I did. I touched the sides of her stomach, gliding my hands along her smooth skin as I continued to kiss her breasts. I moved up, kissing her on the mouth. She was hungry for me, grabbing my hair and rubbing my back as we touched tongues. I felt her pushing her pelvis up against me, grinding against me. I spent some time with her, just kissing her and feeling the heat of her body against mine. She kept pushing against me and moaning, enjoying kissing me as much as anyone I’ve ever kissed. For a girl that had never met lips with another person, she made the softest and best motions with her tongue. Whatever she lacked in skill, she made up for in passion. Not since Kara had I felt someone wanting me this badly.

  “Have you ever…” How could I put this? “Touched yourself down there?”

  She smiled, a bit of color rising on her face. “Aubrey told me about that, and I tried to, but it felt too crazy, so I stopped. I wanted to do it with you, Jack.”

  “So you’ve never had an orgasm?”

  “I don’t think so. They talked about it with me, and since being here with you, I’ve felt things, like a lot of things, especially when you’re kissing me. I feel like I’m going to explode right now.”

  “I want you to cum for me,” I said.

  She laughed a little, not sure what to say, and I didn’t need her to say anything to that. I wanted her to feel it. No, I wanted to make her cry with pleasure.

  I moved back down, all the way down, until I was staring between her legs. I wanted to see her naked, all of her. My shorts were about to break open, I was so hard. Slowly, I pulled down her bottoms and slid them off. She was absolutely stunning. A small amount of hair made her unique to most of the women I’d seen.

  Touching her for a few seconds, I found how truly ready she was for me. I wanted to taste her right then and went down, kissing the edges and hearing her moan and shake. Then I slid my tongue along her slit, finding her swollen. Licking, in long easy strokes at first, elicited near sobs of pleasure from her, and it was the most beautiful sound. I pushed harder, applying pressure and moving around her with greater speed. I slid a single finger inside her, feeling her slick perfection.

  She screamed my name, grabbing at my hair, and I knew she was going to go quick. Her panting and moaning came to a crescendo, and her legs pressed against me. She gave a deep moan and curled up, grabbing me and pulling me up.

  “Oh my God,” she said, kissing me as her glistening body pressed against mine. “Was that a—”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “I want you to fuck me,” Eliza said. “I want you inside me. I want you to feel what I just felt. Holy shit, that was crazy.”

  She tore at my shorts, getting them down to my knees, with me helping to get them the rest of the way off. She stared at me and took a deep breath.

  “What do I do with it?” Eliza asked, taking me with her hand.

  “Just lay back,” I said. “I’ll go slow and easy, and if it’s hurting, let me know.”

  “Okay,” she said, letting go of me as she lay back down. She looked nervous.

  I positioned right at her entrance and glided myself around her wetness before guiding myself into her, with just the tip. She let out a long breath.

  “Consummate me,” Eliza said.

  “What?” I asked, momentarily distracted by her request.

  “Aubrey said what we have is illegitimate until it’s consummated. So consummate me.”

  I smiled and held back a laugh. Freaking Aubrey had told her something, and I wasn’t sure if it meant to Eliza what it really meant.

  “Okay, I’m going to consummate you.”

  I went in deeper, and she moaned, and I felt her tighten against me. Wow, she felt good. She sat up, pulling at me, and I pressed down on top of her and began the slow motions. She clutched me tightly as I slowly increased the rhythm.

  “Don’t slow down,” she said. “I think I’m going to—”

  She didn’t finish her sentence and hollered in ecstasy against the side of my face. She tensed against me, shaking, her tits moving up and down as she did. I cupped her breast, and sucked on her nipple, sliding my tongue around it as I kept sliding into her at a quicker pace.

  “Yes,” Eliza said, breathing hard. “I want you to feel good too.”

  “I am. You’re amazing,” I said, exercising maximum effort to not blow it.

  “Now, Jack. I want you to finish now.”

  “I don’t want to get you preg—”

  “On me,” Eliza said. “Do it on me. I want to see it.”

  Aubrey had been really talking with her, and in detail. It made sense—while all the other girls were on birth control, Eliza wasn’t. It wasn’t a foolproof method, but one that was older than time.

  I spent a few seconds, going fast and hard, enjoying every aspect of Eliza, from her ever-increasing moans, to the way her body felt against mine, to her breasts, that were so perfect as they moved with my rhythm.

  The moment built in me, and I wasn’t wasting a second holding it back.


  I pulled out.

  “I’m going to…”

  She sat up in a rush, grabbing me and handling me with quick strokes.

  I leaned back, letting her do everything, and the feeling of release hit me hard. I groaned in pleasure and felt me pumping as she continued to move her hands.

  After a few seconds, I was able to open my eyes and see Eliza. Her chest and stomach were covered with our joint efforts. I used my shirt and wiped her down before falling down onto her and just holding her.

  A minute passed, and I heard her whisper in my ear. “Can we do that again?”

  Chapter 34

  Two days passed, and the entire group had been focused on getting plumbing to the house. It had been a monumental task that had required us to cut down twenty-plus trees to use as scaffolding to hold up the pipe at just the right downward angle from the pond.

  Sherri and Cass had led the task and had created an ingenious design. From the high-up pond at the geyser, we broke and cut through a section of rock to where the pipe would be submerged into the upper basin and then we packed the trough we created for the tube with many pounds of clay. We set a fire against the clay and hardened it the first night. It probably wouldn’t stand up to even a hammer, but it did its job and held the pond water in place. Now, the pond could feed the pipe and still overflow into the lower pool. The pipe even had a valve on it.

  That was the other score from the ship. Several of the pipes had ball valves, with functioning wheels to open or close them. We had one right near the pond, and now, we had just installed another right before the house.

  I stood on the roof of the house, looking down the black pipe as it curved and sat on top of a notched-out tree. Then it moved to the next tree and so on, all the way back to the pond. That was where Cass had come in. She had progressed with her gift probably more than the rest of us. She had been able to bend the thick steel pipe as needed, and she also found a way to seal up each connection by “pinching” them, as she called it.

  The efforts had taken their toll on her, though. She looked beat as we connected this last section of pipes next to the house.