by Anita Kidesu
“Little smartass,” Jack said.
“Yeah, but a tight little ass,” Toby said.
****
“So what do you think?” Toby asked as they ate their supper of canned meat and potatoes.
“About what?” Jack asked.
“About the cave.”
“Well, cyclone season is a bit off, yet, but other storms can be severe, so I think we need to move some supplies up to the cave just in case.”
“We’ll have plenty of warning, won’t we?” Toby asked.
“Sure. Even though we’re on the opposite side of the island from where the storm would hit, we should be able to tell when one approaches.”
Steve shivered thinking about what animals might also take shelter in the cave as they hovered in the dark. “What about lights?”
Toby filled his cup with water. “I’ve been thinking about that. We have candles, but they would burn too fast. Jack, how much gasoline is left in the plane?”
“Quite a bit. I fueled up before we left, and we weren’t in the air long. But gas will burn quickly.”
“What if we got some reeds, wrapped them around bamboo, and soaked them in gasoline and oil. We would need to experiment to get the right mixture and materials for the torches.”
“Good idea,” Jack said, leaning back in his seat, stretching his feet toward the fire. He was tired and the thought of having to walk back across the ledge to the cave, made him want to weep. “We can spend the next few days finding a solution.”
Toby stood and stretched. “Why don’t we all clean up tonight so we can get up to the lake sooner.”
“Emma, you ready to go?” Jack asked, reaching for her hand.
“Something wrong?” she asked, noting how the men stared at her.
Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her up, following Steve and Toby up the trail. “No. We’re all tired and anxious to get in a swim before dark.”
“It won’t be dark for a while,” Emma commented. “Something else is wrong.”
Jack sighed. She wouldn’t give up until he gave her an answer. For her prim and proper behavior, she was nothing but a persistent little thing. “Have you given any more thought to what we talked about this morning?”
“What do you think?” she asked. “A man proposes something that outrageous, and you think she’s not going to think about it?”
Jack grinned. “Yeah, well when a man proposes something that outrageous, you can be damn sure it’s all he thinks about, but he’s never quite sure about the woman.”
“So you have done this before?”
“Hell, no. What kind of guy do you take me for?” A smile reached her eyes, and he knew he’d been taken. “You know, Emma-girl, sometimes you can be a real pain in the ass.”
Emma shrugged and stepped in front of him when the trail narrowed, giving Jack a good view of her ass. So tight and sexy, he nearly had to bite his knuckles to keep from reaching out and grabbing.
“So, you didn’t answer my earlier question. Are you considering our proposal?”
“Until I found the cave, your proposition was all I thought about.”
Jack cringed. He couldn’t imagine what she must be going through. If he was in her position, he probably wouldn’t even be talking to them, let alone considering being with three men.
The trail widened and, switching his backpack from one shoulder to the other, he walked beside her. She picked up a long stick and used it as a cane, her chin set in a determined angle, nose stuck up in the air. For a brief moment Jack had a vision of a queen carrying her scepter while visiting her subjects. He shook his head. No way in hell he’d screw a queen. A princess, maybe, but not a queen.
She finally glanced at him. “If it’s all right with you, I want to think some more. I’ll tell you in the morning.” Without looking at any of them, she walked to the shore and entered the lake, not stopping until the water came over her head.
“Well?” Toby asked as the three of them watched her swim toward the waterfall.
Jack shrugged. “We’ll talk after she goes to bed. We’ll meet at the pool. Right now, I need a good cold swim.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jack slid down into the pool, letting the warm water ease his aching muscles. Day after day of working to survive on the island was taking its toll on his body, but each day got a little better as they settled into a routine. The only thing missing were his beloved books. Nothing was better at the end of the day than a cigar, brandy, a hot bath, and a good book to read. A woman joining him would make the scenario perfect.
He leaned his head back on the pool’s edge and ran his hands over his chest. He smiled at his body. Muscles. He actually had muscles. His chest seemed to have filled out and his stomach was definitely flatter than a month ago. He raised his right arm and flexed his muscles, thinking his mind was playing tricks. He raised his left arm and did the same.
Sure as shit, he had a set of pecs going. He lowered his arm and grinned. Hell, he’d never had a good body before and wondered what Emma would think. He was nearly thirty. Would she think he was an old geezer? Probably would have with his old flabby body, but maybe not now. He raised both his arms again and pumped his muscles for good measure.
“Amazing what hard work can do, isn’t it?” Toby said, slipping out of his shorts and joining Jack. He sighed as the hot water washed over him. “Studying to be a doctor doesn’t give a person much time to work out and catching meals on the run plays havoc on the system.” Toby stretched his arms over his head. “I haven’t been in this good shape since high school.”
“Think Emma will like our bodies?”
“Hell, Jack, she’s seen us with our shirts off. After her first initial shock of seeing our naked chests, I’m not sure she’s paid any attention. Besides, what are you worrying about? She hasn’t agreed yet.”
Jack closed his eyes. “Yeah, hell. By the way, where’s Steve? I need to tell you guys what happened with Emma this morning.”
“He took her back to the plane. And he forgot the cigars and brandy.”
“He’d better get his ass up here quick. I need a drink, cigar, and a good whack off and not necessarily in that order.”
Toby nodded. “Me, too. But if Emma is agreeable, we may have only two more nights of hand-jivin’.”
“Who’s talking about hand-jivin’?” Steve said, tossing his backpack on the ground. “I’m so sick of my hand, I want to cut the damn thing off.”
“Not a good idea, man.” Jack laughed. “What would you use to touch Emma?”
“She hasn’t said yes, yet,” Steve reminded them.
“Do you think she will?”
“What happened this morning?” they asked in unison.
Jack held up a hand, got out of the pool and reached around for Steve’s bag. “First things first, gentlemen.” He pulled out three cigars, a book of matches, a bottle of brandy, and three tin cans serving as cups. After passing out the cigars, lighting them, and handing out the drinks, he raised his can in salute.
“I do believe she’s going to say yes.”
Steve took a swig and leaned forward. “How do you know?”
Jack took a puff on his cigar and blew a smoke ring into the air. He looked at his cigar and raised his eyebrows. “We’ve got one hot little mama on our hands, men.”
“You didn’t—didn’t…” Toby stuttered, tossing his cigar on the ground behind him. “We agreed we’d do this together.”
“Don’t worry, Toby. Nothing happened. Sort of.”
“Well, hell, get to the story,” Steve ordered.
“First of all, she’s quite inquisitive. Seems her entire life she’s been pushed into the background. Women should be seen and not heard type of thing. She also went to private schools and was taught by nuns. That girl had more questions about men and sex. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be explaining the birds and the bees to a woman.”
“Did you show her the letter?” Toby asked, retrieving his cigar.
Steve sipped his brandy. “How did she react?”
“I expected her to rant and rave, maybe even swear.”
Steve chuckled. “Our Emma, swear? Never.”
“You’re right. She was confused as to why she married Francois and not Jean Paul. Asked about him and Sebastian, and let the subject go.”
“Let it go?”
“Yeah.” The glow of his cigar held his interest. “Said she’d think about the letter later, then asked what I wanted to talk to her about.”
Toby shook his head. “Sounds like denial to me. How the hell can she ignore her so-called husband wanting to have her killed?”
“Do you think we should give her more time to think this over before we ask her for an answer?” Toby asked.
Steve rolled his neck to ease the tension settling in the base. “That might be a good idea. As much as I want her, I don’t want to make things worse for her. Hell, it’s not every day you find out your husband isn’t really your husband, and that he tried to have you killed.”
****
Emma peeked around the large boulder she crouched behind, listened to the men talk about her, and grinned. She couldn’t tell if they were all naked in the pool, but she knew Jack was since she hadn’t been that far behind him and watched him strip down. But the other two men’s well-muscled backs and shoulders were a sight to behold. Her fingers itched to touch them.
After watching Jack this morning, her curiosity grew minute by minute as to what Toby and Steve looked like. Once Jack left her at camp and headed back up the hill, she decided there was no way she would be left behind again like some simpering little do-gooder.
In her rush to follow him, she nearly bumped into him when he stopped at the path to the cave. She held back a giggle when he shuddered before striding to the pool.
Her heart picked up speed when he dropped his shorts and stepped into the water. Dare she join them? It would be highly improper to do so, but then, so was thinking about having sex with three men.
Maybe it would be best to watch and listen for now.
“I’m worried about her and her lack of reaction to the letter,” Jack said. “I know her upbringing taught her to show a stiff upper lip and to hide her emotions, but that’s not healthy.”
“We’ll need to keep an eye on her.” Steve leaned forward.
“What about Francois?” Toby asked. “What did she say about being married? What married woman doesn’t know about sex?”
“Emma, for one. Seems Francois wasn’t interested in her needs, and sex was painful,” Jack explained. “They were only together a few times, and she never even saw him naked. So essentially she’s as naïve as she seems.”
“So what happened?”
Jack dipped the chewing end of his cigar in his brandy and took a puff.
Emma closed her eyes, listened to him retell their discussion, and grinned at their nervous voices when he mentioned six orgasms. She thought Toby would choke on his drink. If what she’d done to herself this afternoon was any indication, she sure as hell wanted that many.
She opened her eyes and peered around the rock at Jack’s next words.
“She wanted me to beat off.”
“You’re kidding,” Toby said.
“Did you?” Steve asked.
Jack smirked. “For the first time in my life, I beat off in front of a woman.”
Toby leaned forward. “What did she think?”
“Well, of course she was impressed by the size.”
Steve rolled his eyes while Toby shook his head.
“I’m sure,” Toby said. “But considering the fact she’d never seen a prick before, she’s had no comparison.”
“So how did she react?” Steve asked.
“Let’s say she was intrigued. At one point she had her face so close to the tip, I thought I would hit her in the eyes.” He took a slow sip of his drink. “Or at least her naked boobs.”
“Boobs? You saw her naked tits?” Steve whispered. “You’re my hero.”
Toby gave Jack a mock bow. “How the hell did you manage that?”
“I couldn’t resist, and it didn’t take much convincing. She wanted to see me whack off so bad I told her only if she took her top off.”
“And she did?”
“Yep.”
“How are they?” Toby asked, the tip of his cock popping out of the water.
Emma’s nipples puckered, recalling Jack’s glazed eyes as her stared at her breasts. Now their discussion was turning her on, but she didn’t want to know what Jack thought of her breasts. She nearly stepped into view when she changed her mind. Maybe it would be a good thing to know. At least then she would have the truth.
Her breath caught in her throat as Jack’s cock rose from the water and bobbed back and forth.
“They were gorgeous. Not too small, not too big, simply enough for a handful, with a little left over. Her nipples are rosy and perfect for a man’s mouth. Took everything in my power not to touch them, suck them into submission.”
Steve sat up higher in the water, and to her amazement, he grabbed his large penis in his hand. The tip looked every bit as soft as Jack’s. He pulled his hand up until the skin covered the tip of his cock. Emma licked her lips, wondering if he would like her to suck his cock like Jack said men enjoyed.
She glanced at Toby, who sat closest to her. The veins in his cock seemed to pulse as his hips rose from the water. This was amazing. Maybe she could get all three to take care of themselves at the same time. She stepped from behind the boulder.
“So this is where you guys go at night.” She stepped closer to the pond.
As one, the men jerked in her direction.
“Emma, what the hell?” Jack yelled, sliding down into the water, making sure to hold his cigar in the air.
Steve followed suit until the water reached his neck. Toby dropped his cigar in the sand behind him and cupped his hands over his cock before jerking into the pond.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Jack asked, giving her a glare that should have sent her scurrying back to the plane.
She smiled at the men, ignoring their shocked and dismayed looks. She came closer. If the light was better, she might get a closer glimpse of Toby and Steve’s penises—if Toby wasn’t hiding his beneath his hands.
“I found this place this afternoon and realized this is where you must be sneaking off at night to…” she looked at each man individually, “relieve yourselves.”
Steven groaned and dunked his head under the water. Toby gulped and slid to the bottom of the pool. To her surprise, Jack also slid deeper into the water. She thought that after what happened this morning he wouldn’t be embarrassed.
“Fuck it, Emma,” Jack glared at her. “You were spying on us.”
“Yes.”
“You listened while we talked about you.”
Steve took a gulp of air when he surfaced. Emma thought he looked as if he were going to cry.
“Come on, you guys.” She stepped to the edge of the pool, picked up a can of brandy, and took a small sip. “Obviously you’ve discussed me before this, or you wouldn’t have come up with your plan to have sex with me.” She raised her eyebrows and peered into the water as she walked around the edge.
“Emma, dammit, stop staring,” Jack complained.
“It’s not anything I haven’t seen before, Jack. Remember?”
“How can I forget, but this is different.”
“Why?”
He jammed the cigar into his mouth and clenched his teeth around the end. “Hell, I don’t know, it just is.”
“Well, I’ve seen enough, anyway. And all I can say is…” She turned to leave and then looked over at their expectant faces. “Wow.”
For a few seconds, no one said anything but simply stared at her. Then Steve snorted, and Toby snickered. Jack yanked the cigar from his mouth and roared.
“Well, hell,” Jack said between bouts of laughter.
Emma smiled and headed back to camp, thoughts of what was to come making it difficult to think and walk at the same time.
****
“Do you think she’s gone?” Steve asked a while later, remaining submerged up to his neck in the pool.
“I think so,” Jack said, leaning his elbows on the edge. “But as feisty as she acted tonight, I can’t be sure. She didn’t seem too concerned about seeing us in the buff.”
Toby eased himself onto the ledge and pulled his cigar from the sand. After taking a few puffs to renew the ashes, he spit a few grains of sand from his mouth. “And because of that, I’ve a feeling she’s going to say yes.”
“She said she would give us her answer tomorrow morning. Hopefully we’ll be with her on Saturday night.”
“Saturday is two days away,” Toby pointed out. “How the hell are we going to last until then?”
“We need to beat off at every opportunity so on Saturday night we can concentrate on pleasing Emma, make sure her first time with us is the best.”
“Good idea,” Jack said. “Being with one man who isn’t your husband would be awkward enough. Three of us pumping into her could be pretty traumatic.” He took a sip of his drink.
The men sat quietly for a few moments. “If she agrees tomorrow morning, I think we should talk to her about letting us touch her the next few days,” Steve said.
“What do you mean?” Jack asked.
“I don’t mean groping or anything, but kiss her and rub her back or whatever she’ll let us do. Let her touch us. Take things slow to make sure she’s comfortable with us by Saturday night.”
“You’re really full of good ideas, aren’t you, Steve?” Toby said. “We’ll let her set the pace. We can’t seem too anxious.”
“Well, the only thing we can do is wait until morning for her answer,” Jack said. “All this talk about kissing and touching and stuff has made me horny.” No longer embarrassed to be doing this in front of others, he leaned his head back on the pool’s ledge, closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around his cock. As he started squeezing and pumping, the sighs and moans from the other two let him know he wasn’t going solo.