Island Girls 2

by LaBraun, Rodzil

  The drink was not making her very sleepy yet, but it did make her uncomfortably hot. I watched quietly as she removed all of her clothes as if she was experiencing hot flashes common with menopause. I even helped a little, tugging at the fabric to reveal more soft skin until it was all exposed.

  The back of her head rested in my crotch as I caressed her body, beginning with her abdomen and thighs. Velvety skin invited my touch as much as her beauty drew my eyes. It wasn't long before I graduated to circling my fingertips around her breasts. She smiled as she stared into my eyes. I continued to run my hands slowly over much of her body as she rested there quietly. I was not in a hurry.

  I could feel her body react slightly with each brush of her nipples. The next time that I ventured south to her thighs, I ran my hand between her legs to find her moist with anticipation. That area became my sole focus after that as I ran my fingers across the lips of her vagina and the tip of that pressure point above. Applying more force, I felt her body tense up. In pleasure, not in resistance. I slid one finger inside her. When she did not complain, I added another.

  Rubbing her clit firmly with my thumb I stroked the inside of her vagina more vigorously until she came on my hand, her body convulsing on the swing as she passionately called out my name. I was worried that the force of her feet against the arm rest would break the swing apart, sending us to the ground for everyone to laugh at, but it did not. The alien manufactured furniture was unbelievably strong.

  My arousal could not possibly have gone unnoticed. The place where her head rested had become as stiff as a board. Once she fully recovered, she turned over and fished my erection out of the top my shorts. Working me wholeheartedly with her mouth and her hands, like only a woman that just experienced a sweet orgasm of her own could do, I too climaxed. It was quick but surprisingly satisfying.

  We rested there physically spent as Lin came strolling back around. She had been keeping her distance during the festivities I believed, though my attention was elsewhere. What we were doing could not go without notice or be misunderstood.

  "You two have no shame," Lin said as she passed close by. I was looking around for camera drones but didn’t see any. "At least put it back in your pants, Joah, so I don't have to look at it. And Nancy, please, close your legs."

  We chuckled but did as she requested. I was happy that she did not react more severe considering. After all, it was easy for a woman to get jealous regarding someone having sex with her lover, even if they professed a carefree attitude. I would certainly feel that way if she took a sexual interest in another man. But then again, my view of our relationship was different. I wanted her as much as I did Nancy. And I hoped to keep them both to myself.

  Nancy eventually gathered up her clothes and headed sleepily into the building. I watched her sweet ass in the moonlight as it wiggled. I wondered if she would still be nude when I crawled into bed beside her. The thought made me want to follow, only I wasn't that sleepy yet. And, I promised to take over guard duty in the next couple hours.

  When Lin came back around and found the seat beside me empty, she inspected it for cleanliness. I used my forearm to wipe it dry and invited her to join me.

  "Are you ready for me to take over guard duty?" I asked my beautiful friend. She had put back on the sport shorts that she had worn on our trip to this planet but kept the new clothing for her top. The yellow material contrasted her creamy tan skin wonderfully. She was quite a sight to see, even in my post-sexual condition.

  "No, I'm okay," she answered as she slid onto the swing very close to my body. The section on the far end was noticeably shinier from Nancy's happy bottom. "I'm just taking a break."

  "Can I ask you a question, Lin?"

  "Sure, what's up?" she said as she turned her lovely round face to me. Her dark eyes sucked me in and almost made me forget my question. Her hand to my thigh didn't help me remember either.

  "Uh, yeah, I was just wondering. What if we meet more people on North Island tomorrow?"

  "Human people?"

  "Yes, humans. And what if there are some nice handsome guys eager for your attention. Would you consider leaving me?"

  "What?" she reacted as I had hoped. "No way. Why would you ask me that?"

  "Well, you seem hesitant about our relationship. Seeing me with Nancy out in the open like we were, I thought maybe you weren't too keen on sharing. As beautiful and smart as you are you could easily catch any guy that took your fancy."

  "Thank you," she replied with a smile. "I appreciate the compliment. Seeing you with Nancy was a little unsettling, I must admit. More so than I expected of myself. Giving that some thought as I walked around, I realized that I have become quite attached to you. So, instead of pushing me away, you have managed somehow to pull me closer. Imagine that."

  "I'm certainly happy to hear that. You know, I love you as much as I do Nancy."

  "Love me, do you?" she asked as she peered into my eyes, searching my soul for honesty perhaps.

  "Yes, I do. Are you surprised to hear me say it?"

  "A little, I guess. A lot of guys in your situation wouldn't. And a lot of guys would definitely love to be in your situation. I mean, with two loving women at your side. Not the stranded on an alien planet part."

  "Do you think that I'm just like a lot of guys?"

  Lin shook her pretty little head, "No, I don't. Not anymore. Your sexual comments early on had me believing that you were. Since I've gotten to know you, I would absolutely consider you husband material."

  I lurched forward at hearing her comment. The movement surprised her. "What are you doing?" she asked as I dropped to one knee in front of the swing and softly grabbed one of her hands."

  "I'm asking you to marry me," I alleviated the confusion.

  "Oh," she said as she blushed. "Get up. You are being silly."

  "Not until you answer. Will you be my wife?"

  "You mean one of your wives?" she asked, still smiling.

  "Yes, Lin. I would love to have you as one of my two wives. I have come to love you both dearly, and I vow to dedicate my life to your survival and happiness."

  "Get up," she said with a shake of her head.

  "Lin?" I refused to let her dismiss my effort as pure folly. I wanted an answer. I did my best to look as serious as I could in the situation.

  "Yes, now get back up here on the swing beside me."

  I raised back up to my feet but didn't turn to sit down just yet. "You are answering yes to my proposal, then? You will be my wife?"

  "Yes, Joah,” she practically whispered her reassurance. “I will be one of your wives. Don't make such a scene about it, okay?"

  "I don't have to keep this a secret, do I?"

  "No. Nancy and Shira already know how I feel about you. I was just dead set against labeling it until now. Seeing your persistence, I realize that I might as well give in. What does it matter?"

  "If we meet new people tomorrow," I told her. "I want to introduce you and Nancy as my wives, that's all. Avoid confusion right from the beginning." The fear I had that someone could take one of these two wonderful women from me was scarier than I cared to admit.

  "How will you introduce Shira? She's feels pretty strongly about you, too."

  "She doesn't love me like my wives do." If she did, she wouldn’t act the way she does, I thought. Then I remembered when I was a boy. Being attracted to a girl was embarrassing. The more I liked a girl, the worse I would treat her.

  "Close. She won't admit it, but you have grown on her as well. Will you let other guys take an interest in her?"

  "I prefer not to," I replied. "But that is up to her. Do you think that she wants me to call her my wife in front of others?"

  "No, probably not. But excluding her isn't going to make her feel very good either. Maybe you should just call all three of us your ladies, or something like that."

  "You are really shying away from this wife label, aren't you?"

  We laughed and talked about it while longer, but the
deed was done. I proposed and she accepted. I gave her some kisses and she responded well when I confessed how much that I had grown to love and cherish her. In the end she didn't really care how I referred to her in front of others. She was committed to stay by my side, and that was all that really mattered.

  I took over guard duty and sent my newest wife to bed for some much needed rest. For someone without any security experience she was adapting very well. I couldn't help but thinking of both of them lying there in the nude and inviting me to join them. It kept me alert but not incredibly focused on guarding the island. Fortunately, there was nothing to worry about during the course of the night. By the time that I was sleepy, Nancy was already awake. She happily offered to keep an eye out as I got some shuteye. We didn't want to let too much of the morning go by before we began our journey to the island with the crashed shuttlecraft. But I also needed to be rested to face what might lie ahead of us.

  "How are you feeling this morning, Shira?" I asked when I awoke to find her working in the kitchen. She had about twenty of the potatoes on the counter and was scrubbing the dirt off of them.

  "I'm fine, Joah. Did you get enough rest?"

  "I think so. Where are my two wives?" I asked, checking to see how she would react to the statement.

  Without any show of surprise, she responded, "They are gathering some fruit for the trip. They also sat a bunch of stuff on the ground between the fire pit and the boat to see what you wanted to take with us."

  Pulling on my shirt I walked outside to find almost everything that we possessed displayed on the ground. Fishing gear, digging tools that could also be used for chopping, throwing corals, some of the dishes. They even included two pillows. The wrap type clothing was spread out to hold food and small items.

  Looking over at our newly constructed boat I visualized it in action. The outer edges were where we would be spending most of our time as we pushed or paddled our way along. We needed to form a small compartment in the center most corner of each plastic bin for our supplies. One for food, another for drinkable water. The third for tools, and the last for comfort items and clothes.

  I sure as hell did not want to chop down more trees to make those new sections. Not only would that chew up valuable time, it would expend energy that I needed for the voyage. Fortunately, I was able to pry the metal compartments out of the huge sky balls that housed the robot attackers. They were not perfectly shaped, but they would do nicely.

  Excitement was in the air as we loaded up the boat with more than I thought that it could hold safely. But it still floated high. The anticipation was almost enough to cloud over our apprehension. Our survival rate on the open sea had to be much lower than remaining on the island. That was cause for concern naturally. But even more so was the fact that we had no idea what we were being led into by our alien captors.

  Once we pushed the craft into deep enough water, we all boarded without much difficulty. Our boat stayed sturdy and barely dropped a couple inches deeper into the water with our weight. There was no more reason to delay. It was time to journey north. I hoped for adventure and knowledge, fighting off the feeling of a lamb being led to the slaughterhouse.

  CHAPTER NINE:

  The sea was so calm compared to what we had expected. It was almost alarming. Visions of movie scenes where the ocean swelled suddenly to toss well manufactured boats around like toys kept coming to mind. But we had none of that. The farther that we got from our little island the smoother the surface became.

  Another surprising discovery was that the sea floor rarely dropped out of the range of our twelve-foot poles. In the rare cases that it did, we just floated along until we were past the deep pool. Our four crudely crafted paddles were rarely needed.

  Twice we spotted coral fortresses that housed the ugly fish men that were apparently the native intelligent species for this planet. The first occurrence was a bit concerning. Floating in a makeshift boat did not make us feel incredibly secure. The sea monsters swam close to inspect us, but never were within range of being a threat.

  The second time was different. Nine of those big-eyed fuckers swam under and around our boat as if taunting us. One grabbed Nancy's propulsion pole scaring the shit out of her. I was able to help her hold onto it, thankfully. We only made four, not anticipating that we could possibly lose one in the tranquil sea. We pulled them all onto the boat until we were clear of the threat. We didn’t want to lose a paddle either, so we just drifted. That slowed our progress for a stretch.

  I held my pistol ready for action in my right hand but wanted to avoid accidentally putting a hole in the boat, for obvious reasons. I grabbed one of the shovel axes with my left as I watched the long fish move rapidly in our vicinity. When one of them slowed close to Nancy's side, I watched it carefully, poised to respond to any aggression.

  A dozen scaly blue fingers, not more than two inches long, grabbed hold of the perimeter log. Nancy fell back into the plastic section in shock. That was good, because it gave me a clear angle to swing the blade with my left hand. Just as the nasty man-fish poked his head above the water, I struck the log with force, removing parts of a several extremities.

  The boat groper croaked out sharply in pain, eyes wide enough to pop out of its head, then withdrew back into the sea. None of the others repeated his mistake, but they did keep swimming at a distance even when we were clear of their area. We returned to using the poles to push against the sea floor and quickly put some distance between us.

  Once we were no longer overly concerned about threats below us, we turned our attention back to our target location. The cliffs of the North Island were much closer now, but there still wasn't much to see. The section directly facing us and off to the east were virtually impassable steep rocky walls. Off to the west, however, the ground sloped gradually down until a grassy area nearly touched the sea. We adjusted our trajectory slightly to go that direction.

  Smoke bellowed above the cliffs. I had not noticed it before, but that may have been because of the distance. It was likely from the crashed shuttle. But it was possible that it was a campfire instead, that there were people up there cooking food or using it to ward off predators.

  North Island, as we had decided to name it, was much larger than our place. As we continued to the west, the land stretched for a while before curving out of view. There were no signs of civilization, though. No buildings or boat docks. Nothing man-made, or alien made I should say, that we could see.

  The cliffs tapered off, but the shoreline was still too rough for the first few hundred feet to take our boat ashore. I didn't want to rope it to a rock and walk away. So, we continued up the west coast until we finally reached a beach. My three women held our vessel in place as I spent a few minutes checking the area out, my gun in hand. I blocked out any fear that it might be nearly out of an ammunition charge. It was, of course, the first laser weapon that I had ever yielded. I had no idea how to check it.

  There were birds and tiny crawling creatures scurrying around the bushes. Plant life was much more diverse. Some areas were virtually impassable forests of skinny, prickly trees. A worn path split two such locations and headed up the hill toward the persistent smoke. There were no footprints visible, so I had no idea what had worn out the ground to make it such an obvious passageway. It was possible that it had been formed for our benefit, but I seriously doubted it. It looked too natural. Animal tracks must not press into the ground or were recently washed away by rain.

  I returned to the women and helped them pull the boat way up on dry land. I even tied it to a tree with two ropes and some complex knots. Call me paranoid, but I wasn't taking any chances on someone escaping this place with my boat. Even though there was no evidence of people residing here anywhere. Just the crashed ship that we assumed to be high on the hill.

  We each grabbed some food and water, as well as any tools that we might need, then we started up the narrow track. The path meandered several times around thick patches of vegetation and a couple lar
ge boulders. The incline was not all that steep, but it was more than we were used to lately. Even the ramps in the obstacle courses of our arena games were merely short stints against the incline. I allowed the women to take their time so we wouldn't be out of breath should a crisis arise.

  At one point the passageway led us close to the southern cliffs. I paused at a section that allowed us a glorious clear view of our home island. I was half expecting to see marauders running wild there in our absence. Normally, I would keep my mind focused on likelihoods, then possibilities. It was something that I did regularly in the military and as a security guard. Thinking about outlandish scenarios was distracting and dangerous. However, in this world, anything was possible. Instead of thinking, what could possibly happen, I found myself asking what would make good television in this situation?

  Though far away, the elevation gave me a pretty good view of our home. It appeared untouched since we had left. The only thing I could confirm on the two islands beyond it were that they still had no structures built on them. Once the sweaty but sexy females caught up with me, I returned to the slow climb up the hillside.