“This girl will take care of you,” I said to Amy, while massaging Christina’s shoulders as she sat at the computer terminal in front of us. “Trust me on that.”
Amy appeared skeptical, but nodded her head in response. “I guess, Jeremy. I’ve just never thought of using the computer as a way to find that special someone in life.”
“Christina developed this program for me,” I told Amy, as the 21-year-old blonde busily typed away upon the keyboard. “This is the same program which went through all of your applications and questionnaires last year, processed them, then gave me a list of the women I was most compatible with. All of the ladies I brought with me to the island, excluding Jessica since she was hired, was from my top 20 list.”
“It is a very intricate and thorough program,” Christina offered. “What you do, Amy, is answer all of the questions truthfully. There is no right or wrong answer. It is really nothing more than a personality profiler. Give honest, truthful answers about yourself, and when you are finished, the computer will give you a list of the 20 women you are most compatible with. It will select them from the top 250 that appeared on Jeremy’s personal list last year. All of those women wanted to come here to the island.”
“Why can’t you use the questionnaire that I filled out last year to run the test?” Amy wondered.
“The questionnaire you and all the other girls filled out was only 75 questions long,” Christina responded. “This one you’re about to fill out is 300 questions long. It is very detailed and thorough. It should help you find a match.”
“As with all computer programs, though, it is not totally infallible,” I reminded Amy. “Remember, Cassidy was in my top 20 compatibility list, too. Her and I turned out to be about as incompatable as two people can get. I just cannot stand people who tell lies and spread nasty rumors.”
“It also produced Pamela, Trish and Stephanie for Jeremy,” Christina said, pressing the key which finally loaded up the program. “Pamela and Trish were good fits with Jeremy, as the computer predicted. But it cannot foresee the human element. It cannot predict if relationships will turn sour.”
“You just have to choose carefully,” I told the red-head.
“From your top 20 list, Amy, narrow it down to three or four. Then make your selection. I’ll give a call to that girl - whoever she turns out to be - and ask if she is interested in coming to the island after all. I’ll offer her a million, perhaps two million to spend the rest of the summer here.”
“I can’t believe I’m relying on a computer to find my soul-mate in life,” Amy sighed. “It may be my best chance, though. I sure haven’t found that soul-mate yet.” She looked at me and added, “Well... one that’s not taken.”
I smiled and actually blushed at her words. Amy caught me off-guard with that last remark.
“Take as much time as you want,” Christina said, getting up from the computer desk and then offering Amy a seat there. “Remember, there are no right or wrong answers. Just do your best to answer the questions truthfully. Some of them are a bit tricky, so be prepared.”
Taking a seat, Amy eyed the computer screen and read the test’s first question outloud. “Which appeals to you more? A, consistency of thought or B, harmonious relationships.” Amy turned her head and looked at both Christina and yours truly with a quizzical expression. “What does that mean?”
“It’s best you figure it out for yourself,” Christina replied, patting Amy on the shoulder. “Take your time with it. Hopefully, we’ll find the right girl for you.”
I put my arm around Christina’s shoulder and began leading her toward the exit of my personal suite. It was best that we left Amy alone until she finished the profiler.
“Oh Jeremy?” the red-head mused, as I turned to glance back at her. “You said you chose all of us girls from your top 20 matches. Who was first on your list?”
“Devon,” I replied, which made Amy smile.
“Where did the other girls rank?” she wondered.
“Lisa was second and Lindsay was fourth. Pamela was in
the 12 spot. I don’t recall the exact numbers for everyone else. I do know that you were seventh, though, Amy.”
Again, she smiled. “Sounds like it gave you a pretty good list. Your two main women were ranked one and four. Also good to see that I ranked ahead of Pamela.”
“After you finish, come and find us, dear,” I told her. “Christina and I are going to the gazebo outside. Leave the computer on after you answer the final question.”
“Which is only 300 away,” Amy sighed, staring blankly at the screen. “Looks like I’ll be here for awhile.”

* * *

Christina giggled as her and I exited my personal suite. A few steps later down the hallway, however, the slender blonde backed me against the wall and pinned me there. She first offered me a smile, then a tongue-filled kiss.
“What was that for?” I asked in the aftermath, somewhat short of breath.
“Just for you being you,” Christina grinned. “I think it is incredibly nice of you, Jeremy, to go to bat for Amy like this. I think everyone in life deserves to be happy. It’s good that you’re trying to help Amy find that happiness.”
“Everyone on the island is attached to someone else,” I reminded Christina. “You’re with Lisa. Lindsay, Devon and me are all together. Amy doesn’t have anyone right now, with Stephanie leaving yesterday and then Jessica leaving today. I get the sense that Amy is not too keen in staying here with Lindsay, Devon and myself indefinitely, either. We have to find her someone whom she can really connect with.”
“My computer program should help her,” Christina offered.
“You were a lonely heart, Jeremy, and it helped you big-time.
“Hopefully it will do the same for Amy. She deserves it.”
I smiled and offered the 21-year-old a kiss on the lips. “Amy does deserve it. I think whomever she chooses, I will offer that person two million dollars to come here. All 250 of those women wanted to come here very badly last year, so I don’t think I’ll have any problem recruiting Amy’s choice.”
“Whomever that person is, we’ll room her up with Amy,” Christina grinned. “Hopefully, they can begin to build a relationship and eventually fall in love. It would make me so happy, Jeremy, for Amy to find true love.” She paused and added, “Don’t you have any limit with your money?”
“What do you mean?”
“The way you spend it,” Christina replied. “You give six
million dollars away last summer to us girls. Last winter, it was nine million. You gave fifty million to Pamela. You are buying Amy’s porn contract out for six million, so she don’t have to make anymore movies. Just look at the money you’ve spent on this island and the mansion - to make it look perfect for the girls. Isn’t there a cut-off point?”
“Not really,” I told her. “Believe it or not, but I’ve made more money in the past year than I’ve spent. I have a lot of overseas stocks, and have invested in many profitable companies. No matter how much money I spend, I’ll never run out of it, Christina. I have too much for my own good.”
“As for Amy,” I added, “I care about her very much. That is the only reason why I’m buying her porn contract out. I don’t want her to be obligated to do something she does not want to do anymore, which is make adult movies.”
Christina kissed me and grinned, “Amy told me earlier that you do nothing, Jeremy, except make our lives better. I couldn’t agree with her more. You are the nicest, most thoughtful man I have ever met. Thank you.” She kissed me once again while I blushed red at her gracious words.
“I just try to be respectful and courteous, dear,” I said in response. “I want all you girls to be happy and cared for. That’s really been my primary goal all along.”
“I’m going to miss Jessica now that she’s gone,” Christina commented, shaking her head, as we resumed our walk down the long hallway. “I’ll be okay, though. I still have Lisa.”
“Lisa is all you need in life,” I grinned. “Everything else is just an added luxury.”
“Exactly!” Christina chirped, leaning upward and kissing me on the cheek. “I wouldn’t have found her without you.”

* * *

With the sudden departures of both Jessica and Stephanie in the last 24 hours, things had been turned upside-down on the island. I scrambled to find us a new housekeeper, and settled on an older lady who was recommended from the same cleaning service in Lima that brought me Louisa. Malana was her name and much like Louisa, she was in her mid-70’s.
I figured that an older woman like Malana - one that the girls would have no interest in - was the best route to go. “Just keep her away from Lindsay,” Devon told me, joking.
Malana was due to arrive on the island from the mainland in three days. Until then, the girls and I would have to make due by splitting up the cooking and cleaning duties. All of us would have to chip in and contribute.
I did not like many of the things Jessica said to me about the other ladies, but also thought she was welcome to have her own opinion. I just did not agree with it.
But on the other hand, many of the things Jessica said about the other ladies did have some merit. I understood why she was upset that Lindsay allowed Louisa, Jessica’s grandmother, to basically have her way with her. I also understood what Jessica meant when she said that Amy seemed so jaded and used. After all, Amy was once a pornstar.
The simple fact of the matter was that Jessica did not belong on the island in the first place. I can see that now. Jessica never did fit in with the other ladies, no matter how much I hoped she would. Jessica was much too forward and straight-laced in her approach to really let her guard down, and enjoy the island for what it was.
Thus, our opinions about this place - and the people who inhabited it - were vastly different. I understood that.
But I will one day go to my grave saying that this island was anything but a sex colony, because it wasn’t. That was the one thing which I disagreed with Jessica about the most. I really liked to look at all of the remaining girls as my extended family. I continually strived for a very loving and peaceful atmosphere. This island was not a sex colony.
I rather not talk much about Stephanie. Amy painted such a gruesome picture of her future (especially if she falls in with the wrong crowd) that Stephanie could very easily wind up a tragedy. I was seriously considering hiring someone to watch over her from the shadows and background in Hollywood. Perhaps a detective, or a retired police officer?

* * *

With both Jessica and Stephanie gone and everyone but Amy locked into a long-term relationship on the island, it was Christina’s idea that the ex-pornstar try to find a match for her with the help of the sophisticated computer program. Of course, this was the same program (which Christina wrote) that helped sort through my likes and dislikes, and linked me up with women such as Lindsay and Devon, as well as all of the others (excluding Jessica, who was brought here as a hire). Without this personality profiler / match-maker software, I would have never met any of these (mostly) wonderful ladies over the past year. I may still be alone...
Christina played around with the program a bit until she got it where Amy could fill out the long questionnaire, and then have a list of the 20 women (out of my personal top 250) who were best suited for her. The idea was we would bring the one woman Amy liked the most here, and try our best to hook them up together as a couple.
Though she would never admit it, Amy and her life had hit rock-bottom this past week. Her confidence was very shaken. Both Christina and I felt that this unique form of “computer dating” was the best alternative for her at this point in time. Hey... it worked out pretty well for me.
As I mentioned to Christina earlier, I had the sense that Amy really did not want to stay on the island indefinitely. She enjoyed it here, but seemingly thought of it as more of a vacation spot than a place to live. I think a lot of that stemmed from the fact that Amy felt she may intrude on the three-way relationship I had with both Lindsay and Devon.
Amy had been very candid recently about her feelings for me, but was also quick to point out that she was very happy that I was with Lindsay and Devon (especially Lindsay). I could be wrong here, but perhaps Amy felt if she decided to stay here permenently, her feelings for me would spiral out of control and she would end up hurting Lindsay and/or Devon.
People have called Amy several things in her lifetime, but I could never imagine someone accusing her of being a home wrecker. She seemed to have good family values, and was genuinely happy when others were in love together. True love such as this was something Amy had strived for all of her life. Perhaps she did not to mess with the joy and happiness of others, knowing how important it was to her personally?
Plus, I was getting the sense more and more that Amy would never do a thing to harm Lindsay. Amy loved Lindsay the very same way she loved me. But on the other hand, everyone here loved Lindsay. She was just that special type of sweetheart.

* * *

“Hey, I finally finished,” Amy proclaimed, as she stepped into the outdoor gazebo where Christina, Lisa and yours truly were enjoying a mid-afternoon picnic feast.
“It only took you three hours,” Christina giggled, looking at her wristwatch. “Jeremy took about four when he filled out that long questionnaire. He had to rest for while, too.”
“My brain feels like it is scrambled,” Amy sighed, taking a seat upon her knees next to me upon the gazebo’s floor. She giggled and added, “But I answered everything truthfully.
When do you think, Jeremy, whomever I pick can come here?”
“Tomorrow, if she wants,” I answered, which seemed to enliven Amy. “It’s a matter of whomever that person is first wanting to come here, then how long it would take them to uproot their life and temporarily say good-bye to her family and friends. The decision will be up to her.”
“Christina is a computer genius,” Lisa observed.
“Here, have one,” I said to Amy, offering her a salmon
shish-ka-bob. “Tastes delicious.”
“Let’s go back to your suite, Jeremy, and try to find out who Amy’s dream-woman is,” Christina snickered, raising up to her feet. “It will only take a couple of seconds for the computer to come up with the 20 best matches for her.”
Still nibbling on the salmon shish-ka-bob, Amy stood up and then I followed suit. Lisa, who was lounging in a nearby chair, decided to stay behind in the gazebo.
“I don’t like computers,” she told us.
“I’ll be back for you in a couple of minutes, honey-pie,”
Christina said to Lisa, offering her a tender, loving kiss on the lips. “Don’t you worry...”
“That’s what I want,” Amy nodded, as she, Christina and I exited the gazebo and headed back toward my personal suite. “I want someone to love me like Christina and Lisa love each other. It would be so wonderful...”

* * *

My eyes wide, Amy let out a hearty laugh as minutes later, the program listed the 20 women in the database who were best suited for her. At the top of the chart was none other than sweet, little Lindsay. Christina chuckled as well.
“I think I inputted the answers which described me the best,” Amy giggled. “Who better to have at the top of my list than Lindsay? I love that little thing so much.”
“Just because Lindsay is listed as number one; it does not mean she is the best choice for you, Amy,” Christina advised. “Remember, Lindsay was fourth on Jeremy’s list. I’d say any of the women in the top five... you have an excellent chance of really connecting with.”
“How about I just take Lindsay and run off with her?” Amy asked in a playful tone. “She’d make me happy! Oh wow... look at that. Gianna is listed at number nine. Incredible.”
“Too bad Gianna didn’t stay with us last year,” I frowned.
“She could have been the one for you, Amy.”
Seated in front of the computer, Amy took control of the keyboard and said, “Let’s find out about numbers two through five. Who exactly are these names?”
“She’s pretty,” I nodded eagerly, as the picture image and biography of Ophelie - a tall, statuesque blonde from France, but now living in Miami, loaded up. Ophelie was ranked second on Amy’s compatibility list.
“However you say that girl’s name,” Christina snickered, “she looks a lot like my Lisa!”
“Tanya,” Amy grinned, licking her lips, as the next woman (#3) appeared on the screen. “She’s hot, too. A brunette. I like brunettes. But she reminds me too much of Stephanie.”
In the fourth position was Gabrielle, a saucy Mexican bombshell who lived in Arizona. Amy’s eyes were about to pop out of her skull as a scanned image of Gabrielle wearing denim shorts and a half-blouse appeared on the screen.
“Gabrielle was in my top 20 list as well,” I told Amy. “I strongly considered bringing her here last summer, but chose Torrie instead. Still, she’s very nice.”
“You probably chose Torrie instead of Gabrielle because Torrie is blonde, and Gabrielle isn’t!” Amy chirped. “I know you have a preference for blondes, Jeremy. I’m the only non-blonde remaining on the island!”
“Blondes have more fun,” Christina teased, flipping her long, free-flowing hair with a hand for emphasis.
In the fifth slot on Amy’s personal list was Suzanne, an All-American, athletic blonde from Florida. Amy did not seem to pay her much attention, however.
“All of these girls are incredibly beautiful,” she said. “Suzanne and Tanya... I didn’t seem to have a rush about them. Well, Tanya I did. But she reminds me too much of Stephanie. It’s almost scary.”
“Then you want to pick between Gabrielle and Ophelie?” I nodded. “Make your choice, Amy. I’ll call whichever one you choose immediately, and see if she is still interested in coming to the island. Two million bucks will help.”
“Let me read their bios first,” Amy nodded, loading the page for Ophelie back up. “French chick here lives in Miami, and has an interest in modeling. Oooooh... lingerie and bikini modeling. She even came to America as a model.”
“Likes to party,” Christina observed upon the monitor. “Enjoys quiet, romantic evenings, too. Seems varied. Look at that. She even answered yes to Jeremy’s porn question. Does she watch at least two porn movies per month? That would probably be very important to you too, Amy.”
“Gabrielle says she watches porn as well,” Amy chirped, after loading the Mexican’s bio and picture up. “Neither of them necessarily have to know of me. I just don’t want whomever to freak out when they learn I used to be a porno star. I don’t want another Jessica on my hands.”
“Gabrielle works as a waitress in a diner,” Christina mused. “You have something in common with her there, Amy. You used to be a waitress, too. 23 years of age, but still lives at home with her parents. Can’t afford college.”
“I like both Ophelie and Gabrielle a whole lot,” Amy said. “Ophelie scored a 97.3 percent compatibility rate with me, while Gabrielle was 96.9. Too close.” She whined and asked, “Who do you think I should choose?”
“It’s not up to either myself or Jeremy,” Christina told her. “This is your decision, Amy.”
“I like French girls and their accents, but I’ve always been attracted to Senioritas!” Amy patted both hands upon the computer desk and fretted, “Oh, I don’t know which of them to choose! Can’t I just have both?”
I laughed and replied, “It’s best you pick just one, Amy. You need to concentrate on only one woman over the next two months if you really want to find true love. Plus, you would show her that you’re really interested in her, instead of dividing your loyalties while trying to make a decision.”
“I agree wholeheartedly,” Christina offered.
“Lindsay was fourth on your list, Jeremy, and Gabrielle
is fourth on mine. I think someone is trying to tell me something here. I... I... I’m picking Gabrielle!” Amy nodded her head for emphasis, then added, “It will be nice to have someone else here who ISN’T A BLONDE! Gabrielle’s hair is as black as the night. She looks mysterious...”
“Let me save your results, then I must head back to my Lisa,” Christina said, leaning over and typing away upon the keyboard. “Her and I are going up to the cliff which overlooks the mansion and the beach. We’ll probably be there for the rest of the afternoon.”
Before Christina was able to stand up straight again, Amy curled her neck and offered the slender blonde a full kiss on the lips. “Thank you,” the 28-year-old said, her voice full of gratitude. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure,” Christina grinned. “Anything to help one of my island sisters out.” She gave Amy a kiss and a smile, then turned and exited the suite.
“Call her up!” Amy demanded, having already extended the telephone to me. “Call my little chica up, and see if you can get her on the next plane to Peru!”

* * *

My conversation with Gabrielle went according to plan. The 23-year-old from Phoenix remembered filling out the long and detailed application/questionnaire for my island adventure early last year. She was also disappointed that I did not choose her as one of my original ladies.
But coming from a destitute Spanish family, Gabrielle did not show any hesitation to accepting my current offer of spending the remainder of the summer here on the island. It all had to do with the money, of course. I think she nearly fainted when I offered her $2,000,000 to come here.
Gabrielle was frantic and awestruck for a bit, but said she was willing to be on the next flight to Peru. That obviously made Amy very happy. I told Gabrielle that I would book her on a flight from Phoenix to Los Angeles, and then Lima, for tomorrow morning. I would call her back sometime this evening with all the information she needed.
Before our conversation ended, Gabrielle asked me if I was willing to forward her some of the money. Normally I would not have done this (because I’m not the trustworthy type), but Gabrielle explained how her family was poor and could really use a kick-start in life.
When she said her father worked two jobs, I immediately gave in and promised I would wire $50,000 to her family after meeting her tomorrow at the airport in Lima. Gabrielle was so happy and said that even though the brochures I sent her last year made the island seem like “an erotic resort”, her parents urged her to apply for it. They knew she was wild and precocious, Gabrielle said, and thought the island would be a wonderful place for her to make some money.
Last year, of course, the pay-out was supposed to be either $50,000 or $500,000. The brochure I sent Gabrielle (as well as every other woman who was interested) made that point perfectly clear. Now, I offered her $2,000,000.

* * *

Much later that evening, I was snuggling close with Amy upon a floor cushion in the recreation room. Her back was pressed upon my front, and I was holding her tightly. We were engaged in a rather lengthy, detailed discussion.
“I just find it hard to believe that I went to a computer to find me someone,” Amy mused, shaking her head. Obviously, the red-head had settled down from her earlier euphoria when she learned that Gabrielle would arrive at 3pm tomorrow. “I had some friends in Ohio who tried computer dating. I... I always laughed at them, saying I didn’t need a computer to find me a date. Now look at me.”
“Those people you ‘dated’ in Ohio treated you like total garbage, Amy,” I told her. “It was all lust and sex for you back then. You were nothing more than an object to them.” I paused and added, “Finding someone with the help of a computer is not a bad thing. That computer program helped me find you, dear. Lindsay, Devon, hell... even Pamela. Without that program, I could walk right by you or Lindsay on the street today, and not know who you are.”
“That’s not a good thought,” Amy pouted. “I wouldn’t know who Lindsay is, either...”
“We’ll see how Gabrielle works out for you, dear. You just have to take it slow and easy with her. I would strongly suggest that you hold back on the 15-inch dildos for awhile. Or for that matter, any dildos. You may even want to hold off on sex with her. Find out if she is the right girl for you, then go from there. Take it SLOW.”
“Gabrielle did say this island is an erotic resort,” Amy reminded me. “So she knows what she is getting herself into. I’m not so sure I’ll have to hold off on the sex with her. But I will hold back the big dildos and vibrators until she at least gets to know the real me.” Amy frowned and added, “Will you help me, Jeremy? Will you help me if you think I’m headed down the wrong path with her?”
“What do you mean?”
“Just... if you think I’m being too forceful or pushy
with Gabrielle at any time,” Amy answered. “I’ve really been that way with everyone for the past 10 years. It will be hard to change, but I’m going to do my best. I may just need some... guidance, along the way. You set me straight?”
“I’ll do whatever I can to help you,” were my words. “I know how much you want to change, Amy. And I know how much you want true love. But at the same time, the one who must ultimately help you is YOU. You have to help yourself.”
Just as I said those words, sweet, little Lindsay rolled into the recreation room. She exchanged greetings with us, then took a seat on the floor and settled her head upon Amy’s shoulder - using it as a pillow.
“What have you been up to all day?” Amy wondered, gently stroking her hair. “I only seen you for minute at dinner.”
“Devon and I took Jeremy’s Jeep all the way to the other side of the island,” Lindsay replied. “You know that fresh-water basin, atop the ridge, which spills out into the ocean? We went swimming there, and had a picnic.” Lindsay giggled and added, “I heard that I was rated number one on your computer list, Amy.”
“You’d be number one on a lot of people’s lists, honey,” the 28-year-old nodded, kissing Lindsay on the forehead. “So I wasn’t surprised to see you that way on mine. I just hope that Gabrielle is half as good for me as you are. I’d be ecstatic if she was.”
“People always give me nice compliments,” Lindsay grinned.
“No one I’ve ever met in my entire life is quite the total
sweetheart that you are,” Amy told her. “Maybe that’s why everyone likes you, Lindsay. You’re just so free and open, fun-loving... friendly. At times, it seems like you don’t have a care in the world. I wish I could be more like you.”
“Not everyone compliments me, though,” Lindsay frowned. “I heard what Jessica said about me yesterday. She was talking about what I did with Louisa.” The teen’s spirits then raised as she added, “I really don’t care about her! Jessica’s opinion is just that - her opinion. I’m not going to let her drag me down. Life is too short to feel sad.”
Amy frowned, then shook her head. “I do wish I could be like you, Lindsay. You must have come from a good family.”
“My family is the BEST!” the little blonde smiled. “They have always been very supportive of me - no matter what I chose to do. They miss me now, but understand that I am happy here on this island. So they’re happy for me, too. Although... they don’t know exactly what happens here.”
“I wish I had your outlook on life,” Amy told her.
“Lindsay has cheered me up over the past year; especially
the past seven months,” I offered. “I don’t know what I’d do without her. She is so full of life and energy.”
“I have been hurt, though,” Lindsay said, turning her head to look back at Amy. “Trish hurt me really bad, as did Pamela. I’ll never forgive them for what they did to not only me, but Jeremy as well. Really, all of us.”
“You’ve moved on from them pretty well though, it seems,” Amy smiled. “Jeremy said that Gabrielle sounded real sweet and charming over the telephone. I’m hoping she is a lot like you, Lindsay. I would be so happy if she is.”
Lindsay giggled and brought one of Amy’s hands to her mouth, then gently kissed it. “You almost sound like a completely different person!” the 19-year-old squealed. “For the past year, you’ve done nothing but tell me what a nasty, degrading slut I am. You’ve pounded me during sex. Now you talk to me like Devon and Jeremy do...”
“My priorities were straightened out last week,” Amy told her. “When I was in that hospital bed with all those wires attached to me, I wondered to myself if this was how I wanted to die. I wondered...”
“Don’t say things like that, Amy!” Lindsay whined.
“No, it’s okay,” the red-head assured her. “It’s just, I
thought if I were to die that night, I’d die so lonely and unhappy. I re-evaluated everything about myself. I made a promise to myself that if God helped me get through whatever was wrong with me, I was going to change my ways.”
Amy kissed Lindsay on the forehead once more and added, “I’ll still call you a slut, honey. And in time, I will blast you with my dildos. It’s just outside of sex - like right now - I’m going to be more open and honest about myself, and my feelings. I’m going to let my true self out.” She paused and concluded, “I love you, Lindsay.”
The tender blonde sat up, then turned around and faced Amy, smiling broadly. “I love you, too. I always have.”
My body tingled with a warm glow as the pair of ladies shared a warm, thoughtful embrace.
“Ohhhhh...” Amy sighed after it was over, trying to keep her emotions in check. She turned toward me and said, “One thing worried me about Gabrielle, Jeremy. From what you told me, she seemed a little too obsessed with money. It seemed she may have had Jessica-itis.”
“All of us were obsessed with the money,” Lindsay said. “I know when I first came here, all I cared about was the money. I was 18 years of age and had a chance at half a million dollars. It was the only reason I came here.” She paused and added, “But after I got here, things changed. It’s been that way for a lot of us.”
“You do have a point there,” Amy nodded. “I came here for the chance at big money, too. After my first few days here, though, I didn’t even care about the money anymore.”
“I loved being with Jeremy, and all the other girls,” Lindsay mused. “Soon, I felt as though I should be the one who was paying to stay here... not the other way around.”
I cleared my throat and offered, “Gabrielle is coming here for the money, no doubt. But she’s just like the rest of you girls were last year. Hopefully as time goes by, she will not care as much about the money. She will see the island and everyone here as a loving, close-knit family.”
“What about her real family, though?” Amy wondered. “I mean... her own parents encouraging her to come here. Does that seem a little strange to either of you?”
“Not really, since they’re poor,” I answered. “Gabrielle said that her parents think with all the money she will earn here, she can make something of herself in life. She will be able to afford college, and also give her parents a better place to live. Two million bucks will help them. Apparently, they know Gabrielle leads a varied sex life.”
“Jeremy is going to fly my whole family here so they can visit us in the fall,” Lindsay commented. “My mom and dad, and my sister. They’re all looking forward to it, too, since I’ve sent them a ton of pictures and videos. They said the island looks like how they would imagine Hawaii!”
“We’re not sure that Lindsay’s family needs to know that she is intimate with Devon, though,” I told Amy. “They already know that Lindsay and I are getting married. We’re thinking of having Devon pose as a maid for the week or two that they visit us. Devon is open to the idea.”
“Just make sure she wears something more conservative than that French maid’s outfit from the other night!” the little blonde snickered. “My parents would freak out... especially my dad! Devon would give him a heart attack!”
“When are you two getting married?” Amy asked, curious.
“December 31st is a day we’ve discussed,” I answered.
Amy placed a hand to her mouth and sighed in shock.
“That’s the day after Pamela left you last year!”
I nodded and countered, “It’s also the day Lindsay and I officially became a couple. Lindsay... she pulled me away from that cliff. I was so distraught over Pamela that I was seconds away from jumping off. Lindsay saved my life. From that point on, her and I have been inseparable.”
“I don’t like you talking about what happened on the cliff that day,” Lindsay said, making a fist and punching me gently in the shoulder. She then made a face and added, “I don’t want to hear anymore about that, Jeremy.”
Amy changed the subject by saying, “I sure hope that the doctor clears me tomorrow, so I can go back to my normal routine. I haven’t been fucked in a week!”
“I can barely go an hour without sex anymore,” Lindsay giggled. “How have you made it through a whole week?”
“I had to,” Amy told her. “I had no other choice. The doctor told me that I was not allowed to do anything strenuous until I saw him again. Nothing which would get my heart pumping too fast. Hopefully, he will say I can go back to doing the things I enjoy when I see him tomorrow.”
“You better hope so,” Lindsay told her. “What if your new girlfriend needs her pussy licked tomorrow night? It would be awful if the doctor still held you back from sex.”
“I don’t think he will,” Amy countered. “I feel fine. I feel better than I have in long time. No more muscle spasms or weakness, or feeling nervous. He said those were symptoms of what was wrong with me - hyperthyroidism. This medicine I’m taking is really powerful.”
“Jeremy takes thyroid medicine, too,” Lindsay mused. “He just has a slight irregularity with his, though. It’s not near as serious as what you went through last week, Amy.”
“I know he takes thyroid medicine,” the red-head nodded. “He said he has to take it for the rest of his life. I fear the doctor will say that to me tomorrow, too. I hate taking medicine. Looks like I’ll have to, though.”
Amy glanced back at me, but then her eyes immediately drifted downward. She caught sight of the huge lump which had formed within my shorts the moment she and Lindsay began talking about her recent lack of sex.
“What’s gotten into you, Jeremy?” Amy grinned.
I shook my head and laughed in response. “This has been
the toughest week of my life, Amy. I’ve spent more time with you this week than I ever have before. I’ve held you repeatedly, kissed you, soothed you... listened to you open your heart and soul to me. I can’t tell you how many times I just ACHED to take you into my arms, and make love to you.”
“Make love to me?” Amy grinned, her tone heartfelt and very genuine. “Wow... that sounds romantic!”
“But I couldn’t!” I growled weakly in response, shaking my head once more. “I knew that you were under strict orders from the doctor to take it easy.”
Amy reached out and caressed the huge lump in my shorts with her right hand. “I’m sure I could give you a blowjob right now, though, Jeremy. As I said, I feel much better than I have recently. I know there won’t be any problems...”
“No,” I told her. “You’re getting clearance from your doctor before you do anything sexual. That’s final.”
“Ohhhhh...” Amy whined, now running her fingertips over and across my burning crotch. “I just can’t stand to see a big, hard cock like that go to waste.” She paused and added, “The doctor better free me tomorrow!”
“It doesn’t have to go to waste,” Lindsay wryly grinned, licking her lips. “I’ll suck his cock. I’ll suck it real good. I always do.”
“Ohhhhh...” Amy whined again, as she watched Lindsay lay down front-first upon the carpeted floor. “I’m going to be reduced to a spectator? A voyeur? Not fair!”
“I’ll dedicate this blowjob to you,” Lindsay told her, slithering up to me upon the floor as I extended my legs and stretched them outward. Lindsay settled between them, and with her face just inches away from my crotch, she began tugging away at my belt.
“Can you save some of his cum for me?” Amy begged. “I mean, just a taste? It seems like forever since I had one!”
“Of course you can have a taste,” Lindsay giggled, now unlooping my belt and tossing it elsewhere. Next, she went to work on my shorts. “I’ll save some of his cum in my mouth, then we can swap it through a kiss. How about that?”
Amy nodded eagerly, looking like a kid in a candy store. Obviously, Amy’s withdraw from sex over the past week was having a greater effect on her than I originally thought. I hoped for Amy’s sake, the hospital doctor would give her total clearance to resume her normal activities tomorrow.
“I haven’t had that in over a week...” Amy whined, as Lindsay pulled my cock out from within my shorts. Still laying front-down with her head nestled between my wide, outstretched legs, the 19-year-old grasped the base of my shaft with her hand and licked its tip like a lollipop.
Of course, pleasure coursed throughout my entire body as Lindsay tongued my erection in the open air. Adding to my personal enjoyment was Amy, who sat off to the side and looked on with very envious eyes. She was writhing and squirming about in response to what Lindsay was doing to me.
Obviously, Amy was not used to being in this position. Whenever sex was involved, she had always gotten her way - and her share of fulfillment. Was this, perhaps, the first time in her life that Amy would not act upon her lust?
“Hmmmmm...” Lindsay moaned leisurely, as she took the full length of my shaft into her mouth and began sucking away on it. Her fingertips now kneading my aching balls, Lindsay swirled her tongue over and around my erection within her heavenly mouth. I could feel the tip of my cock lodged somewhere deep within the reaches of her throat.
Despite that, the little blonde still offered a smile as she made eye contact with me. I gulped my own throat and swallowed hard in response to those blue eyes, which were glowing with an obvious mixture of devotion and lust.
Lindsay made a loud sound of passionate hunger as she started to bob her head up-and-down over my throbbing cock. I tossed my own head back and sighed in wanderlust, but then looked back down and found that her eyes were still locked squarely on my face. My breathing became more ragged once the nymphomaniac increased the speed of her head-bobs.
Off to the side, Amy whined in exasperated desire as she openly massaged one of her large, firm breasts through the blouse she wore. Soon, the gorgeous red-head undid a few buttons on that blouse, and slipped her hand inside. A look of pure, unfulfilled lust then washed over her lovely face. I could tell by the outlines of two fingers upon the blouse that she was busy tweaking her left nipple.
“I love cock,” Lindsay chirped, taking mine out of her mouth for a moment. She licked its sensitive underside in the open air for several seconds, then grasped its base and focused upon my balls. She lovingly swiped at each testicle with her tongue while also nuzzling them with her lips.
My whole body felt as though it was on that proverbial “cloud nine”. I reached down with both hands and cradled Lindsay’s head with them, running my fingers through her long, silky-smooth hair. As I stared down at her rather intently, I inwardly thought how much I truly loved Lindsay.
Later, I told myself, this would have to be one of those nights where I do nothing but hug and kiss Lindsay for hours on end. Devon had already volunteered to spend the night with Amy, so the red-head would not have to be alone. Thus, I would have Lindsay to myself before we went to sleep...
“Oh, what I wouldn’t do!” Amy screeched, her eyes focused upon Lindsay’s darling, little ass (encased in tight jogging shorts) as it wiggled back-and-forth seductively beneath her. “The doctor better say I can start living again!” Amy licked her lips, her green eyes still locked upon Lindsay’s hot ass. “I’d give anything for a taste of that pussy right now!” Her eyes flashed as she added, “Or maybe even that ass...”
I suddenly got the sense that Amy was torturing herself by watching Lindsay offer me this spectacular blowjob. I did not like that thought. No matter how much Amy wanted to jump right in and make this a three-some, she couldn’t. Not until the doctor gave her clearance, anyway.
“I think maybe we should stop,” I said, now holding the palms of my hands upon Lindsay’s head. I tried to gently push it away from my crotch, but Lindsay wouldn’t budge.
“We’re not stopping anything until I’m finished with you,” the teen-ager squealed, still licking and nuzzling my balls.
“But Amy...” I said in protest, looking at her. “This isn’t fair to her. She shouldn’t have to watch us like this! I know how much she wants to jump right in.”
“No... don’t stop,” Amy pleaded, shaking her head while glaring at me. “Please don’t stop. I want to watch!”
I tilted my head at her and asked, “You’re not getting overly excited, are you? Remember doctor’s orders...”
“I’m just getting warm,” Amy replied, grinning. “That’s all. Overly excited for me would mean getting fucked.” She paused and added, “Which is why it would be okay if I helped Lindsay suck your cock. Can I, Jeremy? PLEASE?”
As much as I wanted to let her, I couldn’t. “I’m sorry, Amy. Your health and well-being are what matters most.”
The 28-year-old let out a whine, but then glared at me and promised, “You’re going to GET IT, Jeremy. Maybe not tomorrow, because hopefully I’ll be with Gabrielle. But soon, I’m going to rip you apart.” She paused and added, “I’m gonna fuck you like I’ve never fucked any man before.”
My heart literally stopped beating with those words...
It started thumping hard again, though, once Lindsay took my cock back into her mouth and swallowed it whole. Her right hand now cupping and massaging my balls, Lindsay’s head began to bob up-and-down over my erection at a frantic pace. I had to inhale a deep breath immediately, and clench up every muscle within my body to stave off an orgasm.
Lindsay’s head was a blur as it bobbed away upon my cock. At the same time, Amy stared at us with a look of erotic desperation in her eyes. Indeed, this was the first time in her life that Amy had not gotten what she wanted. I could see that just from the expression upon her face. I felt sorry for Amy, but she wanted to stay here and watch us...
I let out a heated growl of arousal as the first eruption overtook my body. From somewhere deep within my gut, the sensations just seemed to explode as I shot a heavy stream of cum directly into Lindsay’s mouth. Steadying herself, the little minx curled her neck and clamped both lips upon my erection rather tightly. Then, the second blast came.
I was moaning like a lunatic in response to these wondrous feelings, but was able to glance downward and realize that Lindsay was not swallowing my sperm. Her cheeks were a bit expanded - as if they were blown up, or holding something.
When the third (and final) spurt jettisoned outward from my cock, Lindsay’s cheeks expanded even more. I wondered to myself why she wasn’t swallowing my sperm. Lindsay was a true cum-slut, and would do anything for a taste of it. Then, however, I was reminded of her earlier promise...
My limp cock was released from the wondrous clutches of Lindsay’s mouth as she turned to face Amy. Her cheeks still expanded, the two ladies met in what was literally a head-on collision. Lindsay rose up to her knees and attached her mouth to Amy’s. She curled her head downward and seemingly offered every ounce of my sperm to the exasperated red-head. Of course, Amy guzzled it down her throat so quickly that it seemed as if it was her first meal in days.
In the aftermath, the pair of ladies swapped their tongues and traded gentle kisses, but nothing between them was too heated. Lindsay was well aware of Amy’s medical condition and obviously did not want her to snap, and lose control of herself. I was proud of Lindsay, too - she was able to keep her own feelings and desires in check.
What about me? I had just received one of the all-time greatest blowjobs from Lindsay. My whole body felt mellow, with the exception of my cock. It felt lifeless! Lindsay had done such a wonderful job with her fellatio work.
“Hmmmmm... thank you,” Amy grinned, once she and Lindsay finally backed away from their exchange of tongues. “That was delicious! I’m gonna have to re-pay you for it someday, sweetheart. Someday... real soon!”
“You’re very welcome,” Lindsay squealed in response. “I know you would do the same for me, Amy, if our roles were reversed. That’s what people who are in love together do. They are always willing to help each other out.”
“Exactly!” Amy nodded. “I’d do anything for you, honey.”

* * *

Now seated upon her knees, Lindsay turned toward me and offered one of her patented, ultra-sweet smiles. Her eyes drifted downward and focused upon my drained cock for a few seconds. Then, she looked me in the eyes once more and opened her mouth, and pointed toward it with a finger.
I gulped my throat and told her, “You almost killed it, sweetheart. I need some time to rest...”
“It’s my turn,” the vixen murmured. “Amy got to swallow your cum, and now it’s my turn.” Lindsay rose up to her knees, then hunched over and used her elbows for added support. She hovered above my cock, licking her lips.
“But Lindsay...” I protested faintly, knowing there was no use. I needed to rest for a few minutes in the worst way possible. But there was no stopping Lindsay.
“I’m just gonna have to keep sucking your cock until it gets hard, then.” She closed her mouth over it and mumbled the words, “I don’t care if it takes all day!”

<<<- End of Part 17 ->>>