The Island – Chapter 6

First time sex stories: The Island – Chapter 6

Janie and I emerged from the jungle trail into the bright morning sun on the beach. Fellow castaways were now stirring, and people began conglomerating near last night’s fire pit. We shared out some more food, less than any of us wanted, and tried to make sense of the situation. Our new island community was a motley crew.

Besides Joelle, Janie and me, there was the flight crew: My redheaded fuckbuddy Sharon, who gave me a sexy smile, her chubby blond friend Jill, Patricia, an older woman with short, smartly-styled gray hair, surprisingly attractive and in great shape, and the lone male attendant, Rodney. Working all day yesterday with a clear purpose seemed to have settled him down, because he looked clear-eyed and in control, as opposed to the crying wreck I had been led to expect by Janie.

Our Tae Know Do crew included Jared and Connor, both 8, 10-year-olds Caleb, Alexander and Brandon, Austin at 11, and James, William, and Peter, aged 12. Logan, John, and Christopher rounded out the boys at 13, 14, and 16 respectively. Allison, 16, and Juhee, 14 were our oldest on the girl’s side. They were joined by Allysa and Chinese twins Ashley and Lily, all 13 years old, and Mackenzie, 12, Madison, 10, and our youngest girl Morgan, also 8.

The neo-hippies (as I called them) seemed to be a pleasant group of mellow, outdoorsy, granola eaters, and all looked to be in the 18-20 year old range. Rain, Summer, and Dakota were the girls. Did they become hippies because of their names, I wondered, or did they choose the names because they were hippies? The boys were Stu and River. A third young man, Billy, had died in the terrorist attack. They were obviously still grieving, but seemed to be supporting each other well.

The field hockey team consisted of Danielle, the injured coach, Mary, a stocky but muscular short-haired blond woman, her partner in coaching and possibly love (they had sure looked mighty close at the airport), and 9 surviving players. I caught the names Alexis and Hannah, apparently the team captain and co-captain, and Sara, Samantha, Nina, Missy, Angela, Toni, and Emily, the youngest. Apparently she was a talented freshman who had made it onto the varsity team at age 15. They were clearly traumatized by the loss of two of their members, and clung to each other, often in tears.

Horace was an elderly, wiry gentleman from Maine. He had told us last night that he was a carpenter by trade, a skill I figured would come in handy. He sat next to Patricia, the older flight attendant. They seemed to be buddies already, probably because they were the oldest couple on the flight.

The last group of US passengers was the cheerleading squad. They had also lost one of their own, a popular girl named Lucy. She had disappeared after the crash, presumably swept into the sea in the night. Led by their pregnant coach, Anne, the remaining girls were Kaitlyn, Natalie, Emma, Megan, Yasmine, Jessica, the lone young man Adam, and of course my panty-deprived honey from the plane, whose name I wasn’t able to hear during the introductions. They seemed a tight group, and were weathering the loss with a minimum of tears.

Our international passengers included our injured African man, (Dkembe according to his passport), and three African women named Adede, Folani, and Onyeka. The latter two each had two children in tow, toddlers that seemed to be having a blast on our enforced beach vacation.
There were five Koreans who had been heading home on the flight. These were Do Hun and Chin Sun, and elderly man and his doting adult daughter, Mi Cha, a smart-looking businesswoman, and a young mother with her boy, whose names I didn’t catch.

Tran and Truk were a tiny Vietnamese woman and her adolescent daughter. The mother spoke broken English, and the daughter seemed not to speak at all. She may have been in shock, or just shy.

Anjali was the lovely Indian woman I remembered from the airport, and Gabrielle was a French student (I wasn’t sure of what) with a very sexy accent and an awe-inspiring figure.

Such were the members of our new island community. Janie was quickly elected our leader, and organized some ground rules. Basic chores like water and food preparation were assigned, areas were designated as latrines, and we all agreed that everyone would keep their clothes, comfort items, and prescription medicines as their own property. More practical objects like tools or knives, medicines not needed on a daily basis, and all foodstuffs would become community property.

The scouting parties reported there was game on the island. There were pigs and chickens that had been seen, and we heard what sounded like goats bleating in the distance on occasion. Tran, Anjali, and the African women all had noticed edible plants that they were familiar with, and agreed to teach the rest of us what might be collected for food. There were also vast numbers of coconut, mango, and breadfruit trees that even I could recognize. It seemed likely we would not go hungry once we got our act together. The stream Joelle and I had discovered (a pleasant memory!) emptied into the ocean just a few dozen yards down the beach, just past a rocky outcrop, so we had a good supply of fresh water. Once food collecting teams had been organized, and the last of the salvage crews picked to cannibalize the rest of the airplane for supplies, we broke up on a positive, energetic note. It was good to have plans in place, and activity to keep us busy.

Joelle and I checked out our patients in the “infirmary,” and were delighted to find Danielle awake. Mary gave her a tearful kiss, and they embraced happily. Definitely lovers, I thought. I rigged four poles of bamboo I had had one of the boys collect for me as a splint around her injured leg, and with Mary’s help Danielle was able to stand for a short while. We would need to make some crutches, I decided.

Dkembe was still out of it, but had a strong pulse and had taken some water and coconut milk even in his sleep. I checked his pupils, still equal, and turned to Joelle to tell her. I was shocked to find her looking under the blanket at the man’s crotch. She caught me staring and blushed crimson.

“I’m sorry Dave, I know it’s unprofessional, but look at his thing! It’s huge!”

She pulled the blanket aside, revealing an impressive site. The man’s dick was at least 8 inches long flaccid. God knows what it would look like erect! It resembled some huge blacksnake, or a policeman’s truncheon. We stared in awe at this great engine of masculinity. I glanced at Joelle, who seemed mesmerized. I chuckled. “ I think I’ve created a monster. You look like you’re really craving that cock.” She started and hit me on the arm.

“Dave, stop it! I can’t help it. I haven’t seen one that big before.”

I feigned despair. “Now you won’t be interested in my puny specimen any more! I am desolate!”

She grabbed me by the shoulders and by way of reply, planted a sloppy French kiss on my mouth, her tongue tickling the inside of my lips sensually. When she came up for air, she said, “You were my first, and I will always want you. You set the bar pretty high for any other guys. Besides, you still owe me another fuck, remember?”

Hearing this sweet, sexy nurse talk dirty to me got me pretty revved up, and I caressed her ass while returning her kiss. She looked content for a moment, then stricken. “What’s wrong, hon?” I asked.

“I need to talk to you in private,“ she said seriously.

“OK. Take a walk with me.” I was a little worried, now.

We strolled down the beach in silence while she collected her thoughts.

“I have spent my whole life living up to my parents expectations,” she began. “Every choice I made was never for myself; it was always for them. Now here I am, truly on my own now, and you have woken something inside me. Something I didn’t even know was in me. I want to live, not just exist. I want to experience all life has to offer me. I love you, but I don’t want to settle down with one man yet. I have a little catching up to do before I commit to somebody.”

Is that all? I almost laughed, but figured that would upset her.

“Joelle, I agree 100%. You need to live life for yourself for a while. You are entitled to do what pleases you. I hope to always be a part of your world, because you are very special to me. But we don’t have to be exclusive. We can enjoy each other’s company whenever you want, and I won’t hold you back from other guys. In fact, I’d love to hear about your experiences, and would be happy to give you advice about dealing with men, if you need it.”

She looked relieved, and threw her arms around me. “Oh, I’m so happy! I wanted you to make love to me again, but I didn’t want to lead you on. It’s really OK with you if I try other men? That is, if we ever get off this island. You’ll still want to be with me?”

“Of course,” I said. “In fact, I want to be with you right now. Can’t you tell?” I took her hand and placed it on my rigid cock. God, this girl got me horny!

She blushed again, but didn’t take her hand away. Instead, she began kneading my boner through my pants. She whispered in my ear, her breath tickling me, “I want to feel you in me again and again. But not right now. I’m all sweaty and gross. I want to prepare for our next time.”

I caressed her left tit, stroking the soft flesh and feeling the hard button of her erect nipple on my suddenly sweaty palm. “You couldn’t be gross if you rolled in a dumpster. You are the sexiest girl in the world!”

She slapped my hand away playfully, obviously pleased. “Not now, I said. You’ll just have to wait. I won’t make it too long.” She kissed me once more and, taking my hand, led me back to our clinic.

I spent a little time talking to Danielle and Mary, explaining the restrictions she would have because of her leg injury, and the expected timetable for her recovery. As I was speaking to them, Janie strolled up and said she had a proposal the three of us needed to hear. Alexis, the team captain, had approached Janie with an idea. The field hockey players wanted to take over the job of hunting for game on the island. Two of them had actual hunting experience (I think Horace was probably the only other person on the island who could say that), and the others were willing to learn. They were fit and athletic, and used to working together. It seemed like a good idea to me. “What do you think, coaches?” I queried the two women. “They’re your girls. Any objections?”