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"Tropic of Eros" - Chapter 5 

   Once I stepped out of the elevator and made my way into
the below-ground recreation room on this bright and sunny
Thursday afternoon, I was temporarily stunned by the sight
of Lindsay.  The image of tender, sweet innocence, Lindsay
was wearing a fluorescent orange halter-top which hugged
and clutched her nubile young form in a tantalizing manner.
The 18-year-old also wore a pair of faded denim shorts,
along with white socks and matching sneakers.  Her exquisite,
long-flowing blonde hair looked fabulous tied into a girlish
pony-tail, with her slender, delicate neck also on display.
   After swimming several laps in the pool and then taking a
shower, I decided to come down here to the recreation room to
play another hour or so of _Final Fantasy X_ - the incredibly
long and difficult video game for the Playstaion 2 console.
As it was, I had 47 hours of gameplay logged on the memory
card for the system.  But all thoughts of playing video games
vanished once I saw Lindsay in the recreation room.
   The precious angel was splayed out across a leather floor
comforter, her sneaker-clad feet upon the carpet and knees
raised, with a pair of large earphones around her head.
Although she had the volume of the _Bose Lifestyle 20_ stereo
system turned high - I could hear loud, blaring music from
the earphones all the way across the room - I could not make
out exactly what artist and/or song Lindsay was listening to.
I figured that it was one of those _boy bands_ which everyone
(except for teen-age girls like Lindsay) seemed to despise.
Or maybe Lindsay was into country music?  Rap?  Hmmmmm...
   Whatever the case, Lindsay offered me a glittering smile
and quickly turned the stereo off once she realized that I
was in the recreation room with her.  She removed the pair
of earphones from her head and greeted, "Hi Jeremy."
   I nodded my head at her.  "Afternoon there, Miss Lindsay.
May I ask what you were listening to?"
   "Britney!" Lindsay exclaimed, giggling.  "She is like my
favorite all-time musician."  Ahh yes, I said to myself.
That performer was definitely not part of any _boy band_.  I
would absolutely love to spear Britney...
   "What type of music do you listen to, Jeremy?"
   I shrugged my shoulders and answered, "To be honest, I
like a little of everything.  Variety.  I think if I had to
pick a favorite, it would be Richard Marx.  I grew up in the
late 1980's and early 1990's listening to his songs."
   "Richard Marx?" Lindsay asked, her eyes narrow.  "I have
never even heard of Richard Marx..."
   I stifled a laugh and then shook my head.  A good sign
that you are getting older in life is when someone who is
younger says that he or she has never heard of your favorite
musical group or artist.  Unfortunately, I was climbing that
ladder fast.  At times, it was difficult for me to accept.
   "You're 30, right?" Lindsay said.
   "Yes ma'am," I responded.  "Some other types of music
that I like are Van Halen, Poison, Def Leppard, Bryan Adams.
I also like Rod Stewart and the current favorites such as
Britney, Christina and Jessica.  As I said... variety.  I
have even been known to listen to some Eminem on occasion."
   "I've heard of a few of those older groups you mentioned,"
Lindsay told me, grinning.  She was such a doll.  A darling,
fresh-faced 18-year-old just six days removed from her high
school graduation, Lindsay was one of my naughtiest fantasies
come to life.  What sane man hasn't dreamed of corrupting the
sweet and wholesome virgin in one way or another, and sending
her along her rightful path in life?  That being, of course,
the path of sexual satisfaction and wanton fulfillment.
   On the other hand, my more sensitive and caring side had
its concerns.  When I accepted Lindsay's application to come
to the island, I did not know that she was still a virgin.
Would I have brought Lindsay to the island if I knew that
little fact about her beforehand?  Probably not.
   My lone objective with all of these ladies, of course, was
to hopefully find my soul-mate in life and then marry her.
Would an 18-year-old virgin be looking for that type of
commitment?  I had already overheard Lindsay say to Trish
and Stephanie (with the help of the voyeur room) that she
was, in no way, looking to settle down.  Perhaps I should
have chosen someone a little older to fill the final spot?
After all, there was a reason why the other five ladies -
Devon, Pamela, Trish, Amy and Stephanie - ranged in age
from 27 to 29.  They were at the point in their lives when
most women are looking to settle down and get married.
   Make no mistake about it, though - I was not complaining,
or thinking that I had made a mistake in bringing Lindsay to
the island.  With her youth and inexperience, she brought a
very different, fresh element to the mix.  Maybe I should
have selected someone older and more experienced, but...
   Who knows?  Maybe Lindsay would change her mind about
making a commitment at her age.  Maybe I would fall in love
with her?  Maybe she would fall in love with me?  Although
Devon and Pamela were at the head of the proverbial class
right now, I really owed it to myself to evaluate ALL of
the women before making my true decision on which of them
appealed to me the most.  I owed it to them, as well.
   "What is a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"
I asked Lindsay.  "I already know that you are a virgin.  Why
did you agree to come to the island?  Because of the money?"
   Lindsay frowned and nodded her head in response.  "Yes...
because of the money.  My family really needs the money."
   "Oh?" I inquired, closing the distance between us and
taking a seat across from her on the floor.  "Why is that?"
   "We need all the money we can get," Lindsay fretted.
   I tilted my head and inspected the look upon her face.
Unfortunately, it appeared as if this little bundle of
cheer and sweetness was about to cry.  "What's wrong?"
   "It's my father," Lindsay answered, her mouth twitching.
"He... he p-passed away... November 4th, last year."
   "Oh my..." I countered, totally unaware of that.  "I'm so
sorry, honey.  What... what happened?"
   Lindsay sniffed her nose and sighed, "I came home from
school one day with my sister, Alicia.  I was 17 then, and
she was 16.  We saw Dad laying on the sofa."  Lindsay shook
her head and added, "We thought he was sleeping, but then
Alicia noticed that his eyes were open."
   "Oh God..." I frowned.
   "We thought he may have been playing with us at first,"
Lindsay continued, fighting back her tears.  "But then we
realized that he wasn't breathing.  There was no pulse."
She took a deep breath and shook her head.  "I got on the
phone and called 9-1-1.  They sent the paramedics, but they
said there was nothing they could do.  He was dead."  Lindsay
dipped her head low and began to cry.  "He was only 46!  I
nev-never thought I would lose my father so young!"
   As I sat across from her upon the floor, Lindsay covered
her eyes and sobbed like this was a funeral.  Although seven
months had elapsed since her father passed away, Lindsay was
still experiencing a tremendous amount of grief and pain.  I
have not lost either of my parents yet (thank God), so I did
my best to put myself in her situation and feel the anguish.
   "What happened to him?" I asked.  "If I may...?"
   "Massive coronary," Lindsay interjected, now looking at me
through her tear-stained eyes.  She grabbed a nearby box of
tissues and put several of them to good use.  "That is the
one thing I never understood.  Dad was in great health.  He
was always exercising, always going out, always active.  I
went on a 16 mile bike ride with him a week earlier.  I can't
believe that his heart gave out on him.  _46_!  He was 46!"
   I felt the urge to take Lindsay into my arms and comfort
her, but did not have the courage to do so.  I certainly did
not want Lindsay to think that I was making a _move_ on her
in what was obviously a very weakened state.  Still, I had to
fight it.  This girl needed a hug in the worst way possible.
But somehow, I managed to keep my distance from her.
   "After Dad passed away, money became really tight," the
tender blonde quaked.  "He did not have any life insurance
and it left me, my mom and Alicia in a really bad way.  I
have two older sisters, too - Jennifer and Gina.  Gina was
living in Colorado, but she moved back to Ohio with us and
helped out with the expenses.  Food, clothes, mortgage and
car payments... me, my mom and my sisters, we all became a
team.  But none of us make a whole lot of money.  I work at
a supermarket and the best I can do is $7.35 an hour."
   "What do you do in the supermarket?  Are you a cashier?"
   "I work in cosmetics," she told me.  Ahh, that made a lot
of sense, I said inwardly.  Lindsay was absolutely perfect
for that job.  She was the beautiful girl standing behind
the cosmetics counter at your typical supermarket, smiling
and being cheerful for every customer who came her way.
   "So the reason you came to the island was because of the
money prospects?"
   "I admit - it was the only reason," Lindsay said.  "My
family knew what I was getting myself into.  They knew what
was going to happen to me here.  I was very straightforward
and honest about it.  My mom did not like me going to a sex
resort, per se, but the allure of the money was too much.  I
cannot tell you how much $500,000 would help our family.
Even if I get just $100,000, I would be so incredibly happy.
I am going to give whatever I get to my mom."
   More composed, and in better control of her emotions,
Lindsay quickly added, "But now, I love the island.  I came
here for the money, yes.  But everything that has happened
to me thus far... I cannot think of a better place to be.  I
miss my family and would rather be with them, I guess.  But
if I have to be away from them, I want to be on this island.
I want to be here more than you would ever know.  You have
created a true dream atmosphere, Jeremy.  This place is like
a whole different world to me.  Everyone is so nice."
   I frowned.  "Your family is missing out on your paycheck
from the supermarket right now.  Are they going to be okay
for the next ten weeks without your weekly income?"
   "Mom said she thinks they will make it," Lindsay sulked.
"They know that I will bring home $100,000, at least.  That
is the light at the end of the tunnel for us."
   I took a deep breath and came to an immediate decision.
"If your only intention with this money, sweetheart, is to
give it to your family in order to help them out..."  I
paused, re-evaluating that decision for an instant or two.
"What would you say if I called my financial guru in Utah,
and had him forward $100,000 to your mom?  Today?"
   Lindsay's eyes went wide and nearly exploded from their
sockets.  "ARE YOU SERIOUS?  YOU... YOU'D DO THAT FOR ME?"
   "I see no reason why I shouldn't," I replied, shrugging
my shoulders.  "It's for a good cause."
   "You... you'd do that for us?"  Lindsay was _shocked_.
   I smiled at her.  "Of course I would."
   Suddenly, Lindsay tossed her arms around me in a joyous
embrace.  Needless to say, the move stunned me.  But now, I
had a safe, legitimate reason to give her a hug of my own.
I wrapped my arms around that little body of hers and felt
like never relinquishing her from my grasp.
   "This does not, in any single way, disqualify you from
getting the $500,000 grand prize," I told her.  "You still
could be the one, dear.  We'll see in ten weeks."
   "Thank you, Jeremy!" Lindsay gushed.  "Thank you!"  She
began to bounce and vibrate, her arms very tight and secure
around my shoulders.  "What could I ever do to re-pay you?
My family is going to be so happy with that money!"
   When Lindsay pulled her arms away from me, I reluctantly
did the same.  She made eye contact with me and squealed,
"How in the world can you afford to do this?  Give all that
money to my family?  $100,000 to everyone else here, with
the promise of $500,000 to one of us.  This mansion, this
island of yours... it must cost millions of dollars."
   "Several of them," I informed her.  "Many several."
   "How can you afford this?" she reiterated.  "I mean...
what exactly is it that you do, Jeremy?  You have a job?"
   "I have several business interests right now, but prefer
to think of myself as semi-retired," were my words for her.
"I don't have a quote-on-quote, job.  Not anymore, at least."
   "How did you make all this money?"
   I did not want to divulge details about the business side
of my life to any of the ladies at such an early stage, but
felt the need to open up to Lindsay.  I think, in some way,
she deserved to know (at least) a little about me.  Besides,
I was going to tell her and all of the others eventually,
anyway.  So why not start now?
   "Back in the mid-1990's, I developed, what is now, one of
the largest and most popular websites on the Internet.  I
also created a well-known web browser, called [browser name].
Many people use it all over the world.  I sold the website,
[website name].com, to a company in California for half a
billion dollars."  Lindsay's appeared totally flabbergasted
as I added, "After that, just a few months later, I sold the
browser I created and developed for 300 million dollars.  If
you throw in all the money I made while still in control of
the website and browser, and my income now from residuals
and investments, the American stock market and my varying
business interests, I'm roughly worth two billion dollars."
   "Did y-y-you... did you say... two b-b-billion dollars?"
Lindsay was completely astounded.  "With a... _B_?"  When I
nodded my head at her, Lindsay sighed.  "NO WONDER you can
afford to live on an island like this, in this mansion!  If
I... if I may ask... how much did this mansion c-cost you?"
   "The home itself is valued at over 53 million dollars."
   "WOW..." Lindsay moaned, still awestruck.  "And I thought
the $7.35 an hour that I make at the supermarket was good.
At least for someone my age, that is.  Wow..."  She paused,
lost in thought for a moment or two.  "What do you do with
your money, Jeremy?  Could you ever spend all of it?"
   "No, I could never spend all of it," I told her.  "I take
care of my family.  My mom and dad - though separated and
living thousands of miles apart - I've taken care of them.
My two brothers and one sister, and their families.  I have
taken care of them, too.  I like to help people.  I fund a
shelter over in Peru for homeless people."
   Lindsay nodded.  "So you invest one million dollars into
the idea of bringing me and the other girls to your island?
That is what you'll pay us in the end.  One million, total.
$100,000 for five, $500,000 for one."
   I grinned.  "It is turning out to be a good investment.
You six girls are better than I ever possibly imagined."  I
smiled and hesitated before saying, "Can I ask you something
personal, Miss Lindsay?  You do not have to answer if you do
not want to.  I would understand."
   "Sure," she giggled.  "You can ask me anything."
   I hesitated again.  "How is it that someone who is as
beautiful as you... how can you still be a virgin at 18?"
Lindsay seemed to fidget about somewhat at my question.  "I
am sorry if that was too personal, dear.  You don't have to
answer it if you don't want to.  Me, I'm just nosey."
   "No, it's okay."  Lindsay took a deep breath.  "Amy tells
me everyday that we're all friends here, and we should not
hide anything from one another.  Aside from wanting my first
time having sex to be special, I just... I never had much
interest in boys my age.  Up until now, I think, boys my age
were my only opportunity at going out on a date.  I just...
I think boys my age are so immature.  I know that where I
work - in the supermarket - a lot of the older men there
called me _jailbait Lindsay_ until I turned 18 in December.
I like a lot of those older guys, and they like me.  But
almost all of them are married, so they are off-limits."
   "What is the perfect age for a guy in your book?"
   "30."
   I smiled at the prospects.  _I_ am 30.  Of course, this
little sweetheart already knew that.
   "Actually, I like all older guys," she clarified.  "I am
attracted to one guy where I work, and he is in his 50's."
   I laughed.  "He would not be able to survive a night with
you!  So you did not enjoy dating boys in high school, huh?"
   "I had one serious boyfriend," she admitted.  "His name
was Eddie.  We dated for two years but I never had sex with
him.  He wanted me to, but I always found a way out of it.
Eddie was nice and all - for awhile, at least - but I could
not see him as the guy I gave my virginity to.  I did not
love him at all.  He was more a friend to me.  We would go
out, do things together.  I guess we weren't serious."
   "He was nice... just for awhile?"
   Lindsay pouted.  "One day, Eddie DEMANDED that I have sex
with him, or our relationship was over.  I was not about to
let anyone talk to me that way, and make demands.  I waved
my hand at him and told him bye-bye.  The pig..."
   "Good for you!  You have to stand up for yourself."
   Lindsay glanced around the spacious recreation room for
several seconds, but eventually focused upon the collection
of video game consoles that were lined up upon the floor.
She then looked at me, but pointed toward the game systems.
"I was playing _Dead or Alive 3_ for X-Box before you came
down here, Jeremy.  My cousin has that game.  I love it."
   "You love playing a martial arts, fighting game?" I asked
her, somewhat surprised.  Lindsay was too sweet and docile
to be interested in a violent video game.  Or so I thought.
   "I've always enjoyed playing it," she told me.  "Would
you like to play it with me?  Please?  Competition!"
   "Sure," I smiled, reaching for one of the controllers.
   "You know the red-head in this game?" Lindsay asked,
firing up the X-Box system by turning its power on.  "I
forget her name, but she reminds me an awful lot of Amy.
The red-headed karate girl with the big breasts?"
   "Kasumi?"
   "Yeah!" Lindsay squealed.  "That's her name!  Kasumi!  Do
you agree with me?  Doesn't she remind you of Amy?"
   I thought things over for a moment or two.  "Yes... as a
matter of fact, she does.  Interesting observation, Lindsay.
I would have never thought of it myself.  Kasumi is also in
another game - _Dead or Alive: Xtreme Beach Volleyball_.
She wears a string bikini the whole game."
   "I want to play that game instead now!" Lindsay squealed.

                           * * *

   Wanting to help Louisa, the 76-year-old housekeeper, I
began to clear the dinner table of all dishes and trays
after dinner had concluded that evening.  Amy, who worked as
a waitress in her suburban Cincinnati hometown, decided to
pitch in and help me with the clean-up too.  Trish also lent
a helping hand, although I told both ladies that I did not
require or even want their help.  They were, as I told them
a few days ago, my guests.  But Trish and Amy insisted...
   Devon, Pamela, Lindsay and Stephanie all said they were
going to change into their bikinis and go down to the beach
for a dip in the ocean before it got too dark.  After the
dishes were taken care of and the formal dining room was
spic and span, Amy said that she was going to join them.
The insatiable red-head planted a kiss upon Trish's cheek
and mine, then smiled and sashayed off to her room to change.
   Like all of the other ladies, I hated for Amy to leave,
but LOVED to watch her go.  What a magnificent ass!  She
wore a pair of cut-off denim shorts, which clung tightly to
that shapely ass of hers, accentuating its gorgeous shape
and erotic firmness to the greatest extent.
   As I watched the 29-year-old strut away, I paid special
attention to that wondrous backside.  Amy's lush, round ass
jiggled and twitched seductively with each and every step,
her hips swaying from side to side in an exaggerated fashion.
She was giving Trish and yours truly a little tease show.
   "I think there goes my real dinner," Trish offered, her
pretty eyes also trained upon Amy until she soon disappeared
around the corner.  "Yum-yum, give me some..."
   "Trish!" I openly scorned her, albeit playfully.  I shook
my head and added, "What's the deal, sweetheart?  Aren't you
going to join the others down at the beach, too?  It's only
going to stay light outside for another hour or so."
   "I will eventually," Trish said, smiling, her expression
somewhat suggestive as she looked at me.  Trish, along with
Lindsay and Stephanie, had not been with me in any sort of
sexual situation yet.  I had been with Pamela, Devon and Amy,
but not the first trio yet.  Was that about to change?
   Soft green eyes and a lovely, cover-girl face gave Trish
an innocent edge to her otherwise sex machine of a body.  At
5-foot-4 and 118 pounds, not only was Trish very physically
fit, but she was also incredibly voluptuous, too.
   A fitness instructor in the Toronto area, Trish could
easily pass as a centerfold model in an adult magazine.  She
had all of the qualifications for it, too.  Not only was the
blonde supremely stacked, with that immaculate face of hers
to boot, but she also had a smile which could brighten even
the darkest of rooms.  Trish could really be a supermodel if
she wanted to give the profession a try.
   But the 28-year-old also had a charming personality and
infectious attitude which drew others to her.  I found myself
thinking this about all of the ladies here, but it was the
truth.  All of them were very friendly and easy-going.  The
only one who seemed to have any sort of an edge about her
was Amy, but that can be discussed at a later time.
   As for Trish, that smile of hers was what always got me.
Instead of calling it _pretty_ or _lovely_, let me say that
Trish's smile could best be described as _genuine_.  It was
beautiful, indeed, but Trish seemed to convey a series of
good vibes and positive emotions through her smile.  It was
the type of smile which clearly indicated that she was a
warm-hearted and loving kind of woman.  The type of woman, I
am not afraid to say, that I one day wanted to marry.
   Trish also seemed to possess a certain sense of poise and
confidence about herself that I also found very attractive.
She was not confident in an arrogant way, or even an outgoing
way.  Rather, Trish's confidence was subtle and mostly hidden
below the surface.  I could tell just from watching her these
few days that Trish was a go-getter; she was goal-oriented
and strived for nothing but the best in life.  I liked that.
That was, of course, my type of woman as well.
   "I remember from your profile that you are a big-time fan
of professional hockey," were my words for Trish, wanting to
strike up an innocent conversation.  "Correct?"
   "Oh yes," she responded.  "I love my hometown team - the
Maple Leafs.  I've been to a ton of their games over the
years.  You know that us Canadians just love our hockey."
   I grinned at her.  "I'm not much of a hockey fan, but I
always heard that you actually have to go to a game instead
of watching the sport on television to fully appreciate it.
Then, after going to a game, you are hooked on it."
   Trish nodded her head.  "Yes, that's true.  If we were in
Canada, Jeremy, I'd offer to take you to a Leafs' game.  Too
bad they flamed out in the playoffs this year..."
   "I'm more a baseball, basketball and football sort of
person," I told her.  "Professional, that is.  I have my
favorite baseball and football teams in Cincinnati, and
then for basketball, the Lakers from Los Angeles."
   "You used to live in those places, right?  That is what
Devon was telling me and Lindsay yesterday."
   "Ohio for 12 years, New Jersey for six, California for
four, with a short spell in Oregon, and then the last eight
on this tropical island."  I chuckled before adding, "You
know that Lindsay and Amy are from the same county where I
lived in Ohio?  I would call it a coincidence, but it's
really not.  One of the reasons why I chose Lindsay and Amy
was because they, along with me, are from the same area."
   "Amy lives more in the city while Lindsay is out in the
country," Trish said.  "That is what Devon was telling me,
at least.  They live only a couple of miles apart."
   I nodded my head.  "Lindsay is from a really small town.
That is why, I think, she seems so shy and reserved."
   Trish flashed that remarkable smile once again.  "I like
Lindsay just the way she is.  That girl is the sweetest
little thing that I have ever seen."  She giggled and added,
"I want to take Lindsay home and play with her for 60 years."
   "Devon and I were walking together on the beach Tuesday
night, and saw you and Lindsay sharing a blanket together."
   "You did?" she gushed.  "You should have stopped by and
said hello.  We were roasting marshmellows over a bon-fire."
   I grinned at her.  "We didn't want to disturb you."
   "You wouldn't have disturbed us at all," Trish countered.
"I was telling Lindsay all about stars and constellations...
that's all.  I've always been fascinated with astronomy.
When I was little, I would go out at night and look up at
the stars.  I always wondered if there were other people
living on them.  Aliens, you know.  Back then, my father
would point out the stars and tell me their names.  Anyway,
I was telling Lindsay all about them that night."
   "Tell me about your family, dear."
   Trish smiled again.  "There is my mom and dad, and I have
two younger sisters.  Christie is 27 - one year younger than
I am - and Melissa is 18."  She hesitated before continuing,
"It seems kind of strange because Lindsay is only 18 too.  I
always think that Melissa is so young and immature.  But I'm
crazy over someone who is the same, exact age she is."  Trish
flashed another smile.  "Christie looks exactly like I do."
   I laughed.  "I don't know if I could survive two of you."
   "What do you mean?" she asked, twirling several strands
of her long-flowing blonde hair around a fingertip.
   "You're a very beautiful, very smart and kind-hearted
woman," I answered.  "If your sister looks just like you
do, and more importantly ACTS like you do... I might have a
heart attack.  You're enough temptation for me as it is by
yourself.  Two of you would blow my senses."
   "Oh... that's so sweet," Trish cooed, batting her eyes.
   I took a step back and smiled at the amazing beauty that
was Trish.  She wore a little pair of red spandex shorts,
which ended several inches above her kneecaps.  Her red top
was equally body-hugging as well.  It was very tight with a
deep, plunging neckline, maximizing the appearance of her
formidable cleavage.  She also wore a pair of white sneakers
and matching socks.  Lastly, Trish had a white sweatband
tugged across her forehead, with the crimson-red _Nike_ logo
remaining visible to fully complement her athletic attire.
   Indeed, I was very attracted to this beautiful woman.
And that attraction was multiplying by the second.
   "Have you ever been to my country, Jeremy?"
   I nodded my head.  "Yes, I have.  It was in 1995, if I'm
not mistaken.  I had a business meeting all afternoon, then
caught a baseball game that night at the SkyDome."
   Trish flashed that genuine smile of hers once again.  "You
should have come and seen me back then, Jeremy.  If it was
in the spring or summer of 1995, I was only 19.  I would have
loved to catch a Blue Jays' game with you."
   "Unfortunately, I did not know you back then," I grinned.
"Else... I would have gladly took you to the game."  If I did
know Trish in 1995, I said inwardly, she and I may very well
be married right now.  I could easily envision that...
   "If I'm not mistaken, the game was on June 30, 1995," I
told her, the details of that day and night coming back to
me.  "Toronto beat the Baltimore Orioles, 6-5, I believe."
   "I was 19 then," Trish nodded.  "1995... the Blue Jays
had a bad year.  I think we finished in fifth place."
   "We?  You must really love sports," I commented, smiling.
I know that there are several men out there in the world who
would love to have a wife or girlfriend who was as interested
in sports - both spectator and participatory - as was Trish.
I was not a fanatic when it came to sports by any means, but
they had always given me a good source of entertainment.
   "My dad caught a foul ball when I was 11," Trish mused.
"It was at the old Exhibition Stadium in Toronto, well before
SkyDome was built.  It was my first-ever baseball game.  Dad
let me have the ball.  I have it on display in my house."
   "I came close to catching a foul ball once at a Reds'
game in Cincinnati, with my brother," I countered.  "I think
I was 10 or 11.  It was during batting practice.  The ball
was coming right at me, but someone from behind caught it at
the last possible second.  I was so mad."
   "What has happened thus far during these four days is much
different than what I expected," Trish admitted, deciding to
change the subject.  I wanted to talk more sports with her...
   "What do you mean?"
   "I fully expected you to have all of us in some sort of
non-stop orgy by now.  With all of the money that you're
paying us, I was really expecting nothing less.  I thought
you would be some sort of big-shot playboy type of guy."
   "I might still turn out to be that way," I countered,
shrugging my shoulders in an innocent fashion.
   "I don't think so," Trish grinned, shaking her head.
"You seem entirely too nice and sweet to be a pervert.  I
think you're a good guy who has some naughty fantasies.
That is what this whole thing is about.  Yeah..."
   I laughed softly.  "I shall take that as a compliment.
Tell me, Trish.  Is this a complaint of yours?  Do you WANT
to be in an orgy right now, and for me to be a pervert?"
   She shook her head again.  "No, not at all.  I'm glad that
you're allowing us, as you said earlier in the week, to go at
our own pace.  Thank you, Jeremy.  Thank you."
   "Your comfort is my goal," I reminded her.  "That is my
motto for these ten weeks.  If you are not comfortable,
Trish... or any of the others are not comfortable for that
matter, then I'm not accomplishing my goal.  Very simple."
   Smiling, Trish leaned upward and planted a simple kiss
upon my cheek.  I was not expecting it from her and thus, I
now found myself blushing beet-red.  Trish's smile became
even brighter as she gauged my heartfelt, sincere reaction.
   "Thank you for making this a lot easier than it should
be," she said, leaning up and kissing my cheek again.
   "You're welcome," I told her, still somewhat embarrassed.
I touched my face with my right hand, then looked at it for
several seconds.  I could not believe Trish that had kissed
me.  Of course, I was not complaining about it.  No way...
   "I also wanted to thank you for what you did for Lindsay,
and her family," Trish smiled.  "Lindsay was telling me all
about it earlier.  She said her mom already has the money."
   "You really care for that girl... don't you?"
   Trish shrugged her shoulders and offered an impish grin.
"Like no one ever before, yes.  I'm in love with Lindsay."
   "Have you told her that yet?"
   Trish pouted for an instant and replied, "No, not yet.  I
don't want to scare her off, or anything.  I've been down
that road before, but on the opposite side.  I want to go
slow with her.  You know, I think Lindsay is worth the wait."
   I nodded my head.  "I agree.  She is worth the wait."
   Trish giggled and pointed toward the dining room exit.
"I better get going if I want to catch up with the others
before they all hit the beach.  Why don't you join us,
Jeremy?  Maybe we can build a bon-fire and have a long talk?
Everyone could sit around the fire.  It would be fun."
   "Sounds like a plan," I grinned.  "I'll be down in a bit.
I need to change into my swimming trunks."
   "I need to change too," Trish squealed, before smiling
once again.  "I'm all dressed up in my workout gear because
I was in the exercise room before dinner.  That place is so
huge.  It shames the fitness club in Toronto that I go to."
   I tilted my head and asked, "Can we talk again like this?
I like talking to you, Trish.  You're a neat person."
   "Of course we can."
   "Good."
   Trish smiled again.  "I better go and change if I want to
go to the beach with the others.  See you there too, Jeremy?"
   When I nodded my head, Trish waved her hand at me and
then turned to walk away.  Just like moments ago with Amy, I
hated for Trish to go... but LOVED to watch her leave.  I
fully appreciate a round, firm ass encased in spandex...

                           * * *

   "God..." I moaned a short time later, my body full of
sexual anxiety, as I made my way into my personal suite.
"What a woman," I added, shaking my head.  Now, Trish was
nipping at the heels of Devon and Pamela as the woman at
the forefront of my thoughts - and for good reason.  Trish
was a goddess!  I wanted the opportunity to get to know her
on a much more personal (and intimate) level.
   As I turned the corner and was about to whisk my shirt
off, I suddenly froze up, and my eyes nearly exploded at
what they saw in front of me.
   Lounging upon my own bed was the darling Lindsay, who
simply wore an oversized night-shirt upon her taut body.
Perched upon her side, Lindsay propped her head up with an
elbow and offered me a nervous smile.  I got the sense that
Lindsay wanted to be bold, but her shy and humble nature was
holding her back somewhat.  Still, the question begged...
   "What are you doing here?" I managed to get out, admiring
her silky blonde hair as it was pulled into a pony-tail.  Not
only was I surprised with Lindsay's presence, but my heart
was suddenly beating at a rapid rate of speed.  Indeed, what
was Lindsay doing here right now?  I thought she was going
to the beach with the others.  That was what she claimed.
   One of my house rules was that no one was allowed into my
personal suite without my explicit permission.  Obviously, I
did not invite Lindsay to come waltzing in here this evening.
   Thus, I was seething inside.  I was angry.  Beside myself.
But of course, I would never let Lindsay know those feelings.
I refused to display any sort of negativity around her.  I
was not the type of person to express any dissatisfaction
while in the presence of beautiful ladies - especially to
those who were on my island.  I was just happy that all of
them were here.  The last thing I wanted to do was make the
group of ladies angry at me.  The best way to avoid that, I
figured, was to always give in and do whatever they wanted.
   "I want to have s-sex with y-you," Lindsay stammered.
"Would you... would you like that?  Right now?  With me?"
   "WHAT?" I asked, stunned.
   Lindsay shook her head and fussed, "You are the nicest
person that I have ever met in my life, Jeremy.  You're also
the easiest to talk to.  If I lose my virginity on this
island, which I will, I think it should happen with you."
   I would be a fool to not be interested in what Lindsay was
offering, but my more sensitive side had its concerns - as
it always did.  "Are you ready for that, Lindsay?  You were
telling me just earlier today that you want your first time
to be special.  If not someone you love, at least someone who
is a friend.  You and me... we just met this week, honey.
I... I don't want to take something important from you, and
then for you to regret it in the future."
   "I don't think I would regret it," Lindsay countered.  She
took a deep breath and found the courage within herself to
go forward with her proposal.  "Look at what you did for my
family.  I overheard Devon telling Stephanie that none of us
will ever find a nicer and more honorable man than you.  I
won't ever regret losing my virginity to you, Jeremy, because
I think you'll make me feel special.  I just KNOW it."
   "Can you sleep on this?"  Although my shaft was so hard
that it actually hurt in my trousers, that was my initial,
gut reaction.  I did not want Lindsay to make a mistake and
then regret it in the future.  "Sleep on this, sweetheart.
Think about it... I just want you to be sure."
   "Out of all the possibilities, I never thought someone
would refuse me when I offered to have sex with them for the
first time!" Lindsay whined.  "There is nothing for me to
sleep on, or think about.  I want to have sex with you,
Jeremy."  Lindsay finally seemed assured and confident in
what she was saying to me.  "And I want it right now!"
   "Lindsay, I just don't want for..."
   "Don't you like me?" she cried.
   "Of course I like you!" I moaned.  "You are a very nice,
very beautiful young lady.  I like you a lot.  I just... I
don't you to make a mistake and regret it.  I don't want you
to think that you HAVE to do this.  I was never looking for
any favors when I sent your mom that money, dear.  I don't
want you to feel compelled to do this.  You don't have to."
   "Why are we even having this discussion?" Lindsay fussed.
"What is there to talk about?  Why aren't you kissing me?"

   Okay.  That was it.

   I took a deep breath and nodded my head in agreement.  "If
this is what you want, sweetheart, then... then I can help."
   "Good!" Lindsay beamed.  "Trish should be here real soon."
   I gulped my throat and clarified, "Trish?"
   "I left a note in our room for her to come here and meet
me," Lindsay explained, her face suddenly turning red.  "I
want what you had with Pamela and Amy Tuesday evening.  I
overheard them talking about it yesterday."
   I gulped my throat again.  "You want a... a three-some?"
   "I think it would be wild!" Lindsay exclaimed.  "To lose
my virginity in a three-some would be an absolute, dream
come true!  Don't worry, Jeremy.  Trish likes you.  I want
you to take my virginity, but I also want Trish here, too.
I want her to HELP you take it from me."
   "Sweetheart, I don't..."
   "What's going on here?" Trish asked, suddenly appearing
in the open doorway behind me.  Her eyes went wide at the
sight of young Lindsay wearing the oversized night-shirt.
"I got your... what in the... what are you doing, Lindsay?"
   The 18-year-old took a long, deep breath and responded,
"I want to have sex with you and Jeremy.  Right now."
   "Both of us?" Trish exclaimed, momentarily looking at me.
When I shrugged my shoulders at her, Trish re-focused all of
her attention upon Lindsay.  "Are you sure, honey?"
   "I'm more sure about this than anything," she answered.
"To be with my two favorite people in the world - you and
Jeremy - for my first time.  It would be so special."  The
little blonde moaned and licked her lips at the mere sight
of her girlfriend.  "I want you so much, Trish.  Ever since
I saw you at the airport in Miami this past Monday, I knew
that you were the girl for me.  Your body is so hot.  It is
everything that I have ever dreamed about in another woman."
   Suddenly very interested, Trish stepped forward and
climbed onto the bed with Lindsay.  "I know that you are
still a virgin, honey.  Are you positive about this?"
   Lindsay nodded.  "Yes, positive.  Absolutely."
   "Have you ever kissed a girl?"
   "No."
   "What about a guy?"
   Lindsay smiled.  "I'm not THAT far behind."
   "Would you like to kiss me right now?"
   Lindsay went short of breath.  "Oh God... yes."
   Trish curled her neck and met the young woman's lips with
her own for a very slow-moving, deep kiss.  Pure and total
excitement seemed to wash over Lindsay's face all at once as
Trish literally serenaded her mouth with the most gentle,
loving kiss she could possibly offer.
   The erection within my trousers was reaching monumental
proportions as I stood off to the side and took in the
natural, untamed beauty that was Lindsay.  She was a magnetic
and gorgeous little thing, with her flowing, yellow-blonde
hair up in a pony-tail, her wholesome smile, her slender
legs, those humble breasts and immaculate, unblemished skin.
   I then recalled a thought that I had about Lindsay during
her first day here.  Indeed, it seemed as if she belonged on
a homecoming float somewhere right now.  Lindsay was so
tantalizingly young and innocent.  She appeared to be no
older than a sophomore or junior in high school...
   I actually had to remind myself on more than one occasion
that Lindsay was of legal age (albeit, just barely).  Why was
this little girl on my island right now?  Wasn't there a
high school mathematics class that she should be attending?
That was another thought that dawned upon me.  Then, I
reminded myself that Lindsay already graduated from high
school - a mere six days ago.  She reminded me of jailbait.
   I was so lost in my naughty ideas that I did not realize
that the mutual kiss between Trish and Lindsay had reached
its conclusion until the Canadian's voice broke my trance.
   "Would you like to kiss Jeremy now, honey?"
   Her face flushed red once again, Lindsay turned her focus
toward me and nodded her head.  Wow, I said inwardly.  There
was a thick blotch of lipstick - courtesy of Trish's mouth -
upon Lindsay's cheek.  Now, my cock began pulsating.
   "Come here, Jeremy," Trish instructed me, her right arm
outstretched.  "Come here and get a kiss from Lindsay."
   Stepping forward, I climbed onto the bed and offered
Lindsay my most reassuring smile.  There was plenty of
hesitation on her part, but she was also incredibly aroused.
The look in those pretty, sea-blue eyes of hers told me so.
   "Kiss her," Trish instructed me, but I too, hesitated.
   "You kiss me," I said to Lindsay, wanting her to make the
first move between us.  This had to be her decision.
   An instant later, as I stood on my knees upon the bed, the
teen-ager moved upward and pressed her lips to mine for a
soft, delicate kiss.  Now seated behind her, Trish reached
forward with her right hand and gently ran it over and
across Lindsay's tight, little ass.  I wondered whether or
not she had panties on underneath her thin night-shirt...
   Lindsay moaned and broke our kiss, then turned her head
and glanced back at Trish as she now used both hands to
gently squeeze and massage her ass.
   "You like that, baby?"
   Lindsay closed her eyes and sighed for a moment, then
nodded her head.  "Yes... very much so."
   "You have a beautiful body," Trish complimented her.  "You
are so, so gorgeous, and precious."  Lindsay blushed yet
again as Trish added, "Is it okay if I take your shirt off?"
   When Lindsay nodded her head in response, Trish smiled.
   "It's like unwrapping a birthday present," the 28-year-old
swooned, gently lifting Lindsay night-shirt up, and over, her
head.  The nubile vixen was decked out in a simple white bra
and panties.  Her face was so red now that it seemed as if
she had just dunked it into a can of fresh paint.  I would
bet my bottom dollar that her heart was racing, too.
   "It's okay, baby," Trish soothed, encircling Lindsay's
body with both arms from behind.  She planted a kiss upon
her shoulder.  "You are really a birthday present to me,
sweetie.  My birthday may not be until December, but you're
still a present to me.  June or not."
   "You're a present to me, too," Lindsay whispered.  "Hey,
my birthday is in December too.  December 4th."
   "Mine is the 18th," Trish countered.  "Sagittarius rule!"
   Lindsay giggled.  "I'm not into that zodiac stuff."
   "Why don't you take your shirt off, Jeremy?" Trish said
to me.  "Let Lindsay have a look-see at your chest."
   "Can I take it off myself?" Lindsay asked, her voice low.
   Trish's smile went even wider.  "Of course you can."
   I allowed every muscle within my body to relax as Lindsay
gathered the lower half of my t-shirt with her hands and
pulled it upward.  She lifted my arms and soon, my t-shirt
was a distant memory.  Lindsay reached out and ran her hand
across my left pectoral, licking her lips in the process.
Ripples of pleasure cascaded all throughout my body in
response to the feel of her delicate hand and fingertips upon
my skin.  She really seemed to enjoy touching my chest.
   "How about my top?" Trish cooed, gaining Lindsay's sole
attention.  "Would you like to take my top off?"
   Again, Lindsay nodded her head.  Then, she sucked in her
breath upon lifting the front of Trish's aerobic top over her
head.  Her eyes now glazed over with lust, Lindsay took in
the lovely sight.  "Your breasts are so beautiful, and big,"
she said, her voice soft and breathless.
   Trish giggled at the compliment.  "Would you like to
touch them, honey?  Maybe even kiss them?  Go right ahead."
   "Kiss them," Lindsay squealed, before leaning over and
attaching her lips to one of Trish's plump, juicy nipples.
The temptress immediately began slurping and sucking upon
that nipple as if she was an infant seeking nourishment.
   When I made eye contact with Trish, we exchanged a series
of glowing smiles.  Trish crooked a finger and motioned for
me to come closer to her.  When I did, she sought my lips out
with her own, and we shared a deep, tongue-filled kiss.  All
the while, Lindsay continued feasting upon that nipple.
   Once our kiss concluded, Trish cradled Lindsay's head with
her hands and gently nudged her away from her breasts.  "I
have something even better in mind, honey.  Something even
better for you to suck on."  Trish's eyes drifted toward me
and she purred, "Take your cock out, Jeremy."
   As my heart literally skipped a beat because of those
words, Lindsay turned her face and immediately glanced down
at my crotch.  Once I slid my pants and briefs southward, and
my bulging erection came into view, Lindsay again licked her
lips.  Meanwhile, Trish scurried off of the bed and dropped
down to her knees upon the carpeted floor.
   "Come down here with me," Trish instructed her.  "All guys
really love it when we suck their cock on our knees."
   Lindsay did was what requested of her - gliding off of the
bed and then settling down on her knees upon the floor - but
she seemed to fidget about somewhat.  "This isn't the most
comfortable position, you know," was her comment.
   Trish giggled at her.  "It'll be okay, baby.  My knees
used to hurt too.  But you'll get used to it eventually."
   Trish's words made me groan, but I think they flew right
over Lindsay's head.  The darling 18-year-old may not have
even heard them at all.  Her gaze was suddenly transfixed
upon my hard, throbbing shaft.
   Trish smiled at her.  "You like that big, juicy cock?"
   Lindsay moaned.  "Yes... I love it."
   Trish tilted her head to the side.  "Do you want me to
show you how to suck it?"
   "God, yes..."
   Using her right hand, Trish grasped the base of my shaft
and gently frigged it before slipping its length into her
warm, velvety mouth.  My senses nearly exploded in a sea of
lust as she slowly bobbed her head back-and-forth upon it.
   Still fidgeting about upon her knees, Lindsay was next to
Trish and looking at her with curious eyes.  Trish removed
her hand from the base of my shaft and glided it down to my
testicles, then inhaled my full length into her mouth.  Trish
glanced up at me and smiled, then withdrew my erection from
between her moist, pouty lips, and offered it to Lindsay.
   "Nothing in the whole, wide world tastes any better than
a big, hard cock," were her words.  "Go ahead, baby.  Take
it into your mouth and get a taste."
   Little Lindsay did what she was told, but only after
admiring the sight of my bulging shaft for several seconds.
She eventually opened her sweet, young mouth, and took my
erection inside.  She clamped her bright red lips around its
diameter and instinctively slid her tongue across its thick,
pulsing head.  I was about to lose it already...
   Off to the side, Trish looked on and smiled.  "That's it,
Lindsay.  Any normal man will get excited by pumping his cock
in-and-out of your mouth or pussy.  They love the in-and-out
movement.  So when you're sucking Jeremy's cock, slide it
around, move it back-and-forth.  If you want, you can also
pump and squeeze it with your hand.  Don't do it too fast,
though, unless you want him to blow.  Usually, you'll want
your man to last as long as possible because it prolongs the
pleasure for both you and him."
   "Blow?" Lindsay asked, popping her lips off the tip of my
cock.  She followed Trish's advice, though, and gripped its
base.  "Is that when he'll shoot the white cream out?"
   "Yes, sweetheart.  When a man cannot take any further
excitement, he will cum, or ejaculate.  That's the white
cream that you're referring to.  You really want to make his
pleasure last, as well as yours, as long as you can.  But
there will be times that you'll want to go fast, too."
   Lindsay nodded her head and then swallowed my cock back
into her exquisite, suck machine of a mouth.
   "If you want to know a secret, the most sensitive part of
a man's cock is the underside - behind the tip."  Trish's
green eyes flashed as she added, "If you lick it with your
tongue while you suck him off, it will drive them crazy."
   Lindsay withdrew most of my shaft from her wondrous mouth,
then placed the tip of her tongue upon the spot that Trish
suggested.  She rapidly slid her tongue across it while also
sucking and slurping away upon the head of my shaft.
   Suddenly, my knees felt weak.  "Oh God..." I moaned,
reminding myself that I was invading a virginal mouth.  There
was so much pleasure for me right now that I feared that I
may just faint.  But, Lindsay seemed like a natural for this.
Even at this early stage, I think she had the potential to
be an expert when it came to sucking cock.  Lindsay certainly
had an excellent instructor to show her the ropes...
   Trish giggled.  "Only use your tongue on that area of his
cock for a few seconds at a time, unless you want him to cum
for you."  Lindsay pulled back as Trish continued, "If you
want him to cum, lick that spot while you suck him.  Now,
take him back into your mouth and suck him off slowly."
   "Oh God..." I moaned again, tossing my head back.  I took
a deep breath and glanced down at Trish, whose right hand
was continually patting and massaging Lindsay's firm, little
ass through the white panties she still had on.  I shook my
head and proclaimed, "You've turned into a blowjob coach."
   Trish giggled again.  "I'm imparting my years of wisdom
upon Lindsay.  I've sucked a lot of cock in my life, you
know, and I'm more than happy to teach others how to do it."
   "Lindsay is a good student," I growled, the level of
pleasure within me reaching epic heights.  "REAL good."
   "Is it okay if I take your bra off now?"
   Gone was the usual look of embarrassment and shy nature
upon Lindsay's lovely, pristine face.  She was so much into
the glorious act of servicing my cock with her mouth that she
yanked her own bra downward, seemingly without a thought,
exposing her breasts.  Trish finished the job by unhooking
Lindsay's bra in back, and then tossing it elsewhere.
   In no way was Lindsay the deep-throat specialist that some
of the other ladies on the island had proven to be.  Thus,
Lindsay could only fit a little more than half of my full
erection into her mouth.  Still, I was not complaining.  The
simple fact that Lindsay was a virgin and that my shaft was
the first she had ever tasted more than made up for whatever
lack of skill she possessed.
   "We need to get that cock inside of you," Trish cooed,
gently pulling Lindsay's head away from me.  She turned her
face toward hers and offered her a deep, probing kiss.  "Oh
yes... we need to get that big cock inside of you."

   As good as that sounded to me, I had another idea in mind.

   "Would you like to go oral on Trish?" was my question for
Lindsay.  "_I_ will be happy to teach you how to do it."
   "I'd like that," the teen-ager responded, grinning.  At
the same time, Trish quickly disposed of her spandex shorts
and the white G-string she had been wearing underneath.
   "Lay down on the bed, sweetheart," I told Trish.
   "Yes!" Lindsay squealed.  "Lay down!"
   Trish raised her knees and spread her thighs, then placed
both feet upon the mattress.  By putting her beautiful pussy
on display like that, it was obvious what she wanted.  Trish
wanted me to show Lindsay how to service her pussy orally.
   As she climbed up onto the bed, Lindsay licked her lips at
the mesmerizing sight.  "I have long dreamed about having a
girlfriend.  But to be honest, I thought this day would never
come."  Lindsay seemed to shudder with arousal as she admired
the 28-year-old's pussy with her eyes.  "Oh God... it looks
even better than I ever thought it would."
   I joined Lindsay on the bed and gently patted her shoulder
with my right hand.  "You thought this day would never come?
Is that because you live in such a small town?"
   She frowned and nodded her head in response.  "There are
plenty of girls that I like there, but I'm too afraid to
step forward and say so.  If word ever got out, I would be
the laughingstock of the town.  It's so small, and everyone
there knows everyone.  I don't want my little secret out."
   "You won't have that on this island," I assured her.  "All
of the girls here are just like you."
   "They're all gorgeous, too."
   "So are you," Trish told her.  "So are you.  Go ahead,
Jeremy.  Show her how to lick my pussy."
   Just when I was about to give her a demonstration, Lindsay
stopped me.  "No.  Let me do it on my own."
   I smiled at her.  "If that's what you want.  Just... put
your face in there, and slide your tongue all over."
   "And don't be afraid to use your fingers," Trish added.
She eyed Lindsay, a look of total lust upon her face.  "Take
your panties off, baby.  Take your panties off, and then all
three of us will be totally nude.  That's how it should be."
   Lindsay turned her head toward me and offered a shy laugh.
"You take my panties off, Jeremy.  You take them off..."
   My eyes wide (and my cock still raging), I watched Lindsay
roll onto her frontside and then settle herself down directly
between Trish's outstretched thighs.  She continued to admire
that sweet pussy for several seconds, then finally extended
her tongue and offered it a tentative taste.
   "How is it?" I smiled.
   "I like it!" Lindsay swooned, before swiping her tongue
across those luscious, puffy folds again.  She let loose with
a little growl, then began to lick away at Trish in repeated
fashion.  A quick check of Trish's facial reactions told me
that she was incredibly turned on right now, too.
   "That's an all-you-can-eat-buffet, sweetheart," I said.
   "You can say that again!" Trish huffed.  "Especially when
a tongue like that is on the opposite end!"
   "Am I really doing good?"
   "Oh yes... you most definitely are, honey," Trish assured
her.  "Just keep licking my pussy.  Keep licking it!"
   With that added boost of confidence, Lindsay settled her
pretty face in even deeper and then really went to town upon
Trish's intoxicating slit.  At the same time, I reached out
and gently caressed Lindsay's supple, firm ass.  It was just
about time for me to get rid of her white panties.
   Slowly but surely, I peeled the waistband of those panties
downward and was rewarded for my effort with the beautiful
sight of a virgin pussy.  Lindsay rose up to her elbows and
knees as she continued to lash Trish with her tongue, and
even wiggled her ass about in a seductive manner for my eyes.
Needless to say, I nearly blew my load right then and there.
Was that an instinctive move, or did she do it on purpose?
   Massaging her own large, luxurious breasts as she squirmed
and writhed about in pleasure, Trish raised her head up and
looked down at Lindsay.  "We need to get that cock in you.
Would you like that, baby?  Would you like it if Jeremy was
the one who popped your little cherry?"
   Lindsay withdrew her face from the joining of Trish's lush
thighs and glanced back at me.  "Oh yes... I would.  I would
absolutely LOVE for you to pop my cherry, Jeremy."
   It was unbearable for me to see this peppy, All-American
girl smiling at me with a dreamy look upon her face, her
long-flowing blonde hair wound and tightly tied up into that
adorable, bushy pony-tail.  Her slim, golden body and those
enchanting eyes were suddenly overflowing with lust for me,
and what I could do for her.  Or, take from her.
   "Anyway you want, dear, is fine with me," I told her.
   Trish lunged at me and fretted, "I want to help put your
cock in her pussy.  Can I, Jeremy?  Please?  Please?"
   There was no need for me to respond to her request, simply
because Trish already knew the answer.  After I prepared to
mount Lindsay in the missionary position, Trish beamed with
delight as she reached out and grasped my erection with her
right hand.  I moved forward slightly, and then Trish nudged
the head of my cock upon Lindsay's vice-tight pussy.  Lindsay
extended both arms and latched onto me as I (along with help
from Trish) forged my cock into her tiny, little crevice.
   Lindsay did not moan or grunt, but her eyes told the story
as I looked down at her.  Those lovely, baby-blue eyes were
wide and almost set to burst as I gently forged inch after
excruciating inch of my cock between the folds of her pussy.
Soon, I had reached the thin sheath of skin known as the
hymen (or, in more common (slang) terms, the cherry).
   Her eyes still fixated upon my face, Lindsay then squealed
with maddening delight as I sank my cock deeper into her and
thus, tore down that sensitive barrier.  Streamers of tears
even cascaded down her face as she now held onto me as if her
very life depended on it.  This was an incredible moment.
   Trish, who had removed her hand from my shaft seconds ago,
reached down and caressed Lindsay's face.  She even leaned
over and kissed away several of those tears.  "It will hurt
for a bit because this is your first time, honey, but then
the pleasure will overcome you.  It will just OVERCOME you.
Trust me on that.  And it only hurts the first time."
   "It already is... overcoming... me," Lindsay struggled out,
every muscle within her body contacting at once.  "Oh God..."
   Speaking of being overcome with pleasure, I found myself
in the same boat right now.  How my cock had not exploded
yet within the confines of that tight, unforgiving pussy was
well beyond my understanding.  I needed to make this last,
but I was unsure how much longer I could sustain my erection.
   Trish rose up to her knees beside me and placed her lips
upon mine for a soul-touching type of kiss.  A moment later,
Lindsay again squealed with undeniable passion as I began to
gently thrust my cock in-and-out of her.
   "Oooooh!" she exclaimed.  "Oh God... it feels so good!"
   I grasped Lindsay's legs, which had been encircling my
waist, and hooked them over my shoulders.  This allowed me
to increase my leverage, as I was able to lean over a bit
more.  It also gave the two of us the deepest level of
penetration possible while in the missionary position.  That
was the most important thing of all, obviously.
   "How does that little, virgin pussy feel, Jeremy?" Trish
taunted me, as I continued to slide my cock in-and-out of
Lindsay at a very slow, gradual pace.  Certainly, it was not
my intention to be too forceful with her.  Not yet, anyway.
   Trish kissed me flush on the lips once again.  She turned
her attention toward Lindsay.  "Everything okay, sweetie?"
   "Oh God... everything is fine," Lindsay moaned.
   The amount of pressure upon my cock was overwhelming, to
say the least, but I continued moving myself in-and-out of
Lindsay.  In fact, I slightly increased the speed and tempo
of my thrusts.  This caused Lindsay to scream and wail out
in response, her firm, taut body thrashing about wildly.
   "Oh my God!" she moaned, as I picked up steam.  "Oh God!
It's so big!  It feels so BIG!"  The blonde even began to
pound her open hands down upon the bed in repeated motions.
"Oh my God... GOD... GOD... YES!  YES!"
   Lindsay's reactions became more animated (and louder) once
I started to plow my way in-and-out of her scrumptious pussy
at a very high rate of speed.  My hands were now latched
onto her ass and I held it with all the strength I could
muster as I churned myself into her.  I was suddenly running
on fumes.  There was no way I could last much longer.
   "OH GOD... I'M GONNA CUM!" Lindsay screamed.

   That was it.

   Those words sent me over the edge.  I hammered myself
into her pussy one final time, stuffing my erection to the
absolute hilt.  Then, my whole body literally exploded.
   Both Lindsay and I screamed in unison as we experienced
simultaneous orgasms.  We shivered and shook together, our
bodies greatly surpassing their thresholds of pleasure.  I
growled out like a madman as glob after thick glob of sperm
was being jettisoned from my cock directly into her womb.
At the same time, this tempting, little thing voiced her own
passion as her feminine release trickled down her thighs and
onto the mattress below.  Oh God, I said inwardly.  Lindsay
was no longer a virgin, and _I_ was the main reason why.
   I leaned downward and encircled Lindsay's supple body with
both of my arms.  I gave her a tight and reassuring embrace,
then simply collapsed on top of her.  I let out a content,
long-winded sigh, my cock still buried within her depths.
One of my hands, I realized, had drifted toward her ass and
was gently massaging it.  That, I thought, was instinctive.
   In the aftermath, Lindsay was glowing as she hugged and
clutched my body with equal fervor and emotion.  She had the
side of her face buried upon my chest, and was groaning out
in a constant, non-stop manner.  It was more a purr than a
groan.  Yes, Lindsay was purring like a kitten.
   "I've never felt so good in my LIFE!" she exclaimed,
suddenly tearing her face away from my chest and looking
directly into my eyes.  "Oh God... that was INCREDIBLE!"
   "You were incredible, dear," I said, before my mouth was
met by a barrage of kisses from Lindsay.  Never one to stray
too far from a sexual situation, Trish hugged the charming
18-year-old from behind and kissed her shoulder.
   "I'm so happy that you enjoyed yourself!" she grinned,
her expression overcome with delight and total, sheer lust
as Lindsay turned to face her.  "Did this live up to your
expectations, honey?  Was your first time having sex better
or worse than you imagined it would be?"
   "It was better," Lindsay responded.  "Much better.  You
and Jeremy made it better than it had any right to be."  She
glanced back at me and cooed, "Especially you, Jeremy."
   "I have much more to teach you, and show you!" Trish
exclaimed, again taking on the role of mentor.  "Next time,
you can suck Jeremy's cock until he cums in your mouth.
And you can lick my pussy until I cum, too."
   "I could suck cock and lick pussy all day long!" Lindsay
swooned, before offering her patented, shy smile.  "I'm
gonna need a lot of practice time for both, you know."
   "I have no problem with that!" Trish giggled.  "What
about you, Jeremy?  Do you have a problem with it?"
   I vigorously shook my head.  "Not at all."
   Trish smiled at her again.  "How about YOU let ME lick
your pussy now?"  Lindsay blushed as Trish added, "I will
make you SCREAM out in orgasm... I promise!"
   Lindsay wiggled out from underneath me and then settled
down onto her back upon the opposite end of the bed.  She
even spread her slender thighs and offered Trish a sultry
glare.  "I'm the one open for business now.  Free meal..."
   Trish was set to pounce on Lindsay and literally devour
her pussy, but I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her close
to me.  Trish stared up at me for a moment, confused, but
that changed once I smashed my mouth to hers for a kiss.
   My kiss was needful, and very intense.  I was vividly
reminded of just how much I was attracted to Trish.  It
also made me feel so happy inside that Trish was afforded
the opportunity to help me in deflowering Lindsay's pussy.
After all, Trish was in love with her.

   And I, suddenly, was in love with BOTH Trish and Lindsay.

   Trish grinned as Lindsay began to gently frig my cock with
her right hand.  "Do you want to get him hard again, honey?"
Lindsay nodded her head as Trish continued, "Maybe you could
suck on his cock some more while I eat your little pussy."
   Lindsay blushed yet again, but licked her lips in response
and then nodded her head emphatically.  "I would love that."
   This was quickly turning out to be a night that _I_ would
never forget, either.  What did I ever do to deserve this?
   I had ten more weeks with not only Trish and Lindsay, but
Devon, Pamela, Amy and Stephanie too.  And that is not even
mentioning my friend who would arrive tomorrow, Kristanna.
Being the only man amongst seven ravenous, insatiable women,
I obviously had a lot of hard work ahead of me...