The Island Pt. 04

Eventually Ashley dozed off and I lay her down on the couch with her head away from me. I didn't want to jostle her too much for fear of waking her. Big mistake. She stayed asleep but when her head hit the pillow on the couch she wiggled her ass to get comfy. Instantly her short skirt rode up even higher and a hint of her white little gstring popped into view. It didn't cover anything at all and I stared at her tight little pussy wondering where that part of the string had gone, and wishing I could go find it. Her shirt had twisted and fallen open again, and her perfect breasts were on full display. Hard little nipples were staring at me begging to be sucked. 'She's fifteen years younger than me' I thought while mentally kicking myself for what I was imagining. With a rock hard cock I rose and found a light blanket to cover her, lest I give in to my dreams and desires.

Ashley was still asleep when Chris arrived to pick her up. He was in a foul mood complaining that someone had scratched the side of his car so bad that bare metal was showing through. I never let the smile hit my face but I was proud of Ashley.

We had decided to wait before confronting them. We needed a plan that would make sure they didn't have a leg to stand on when everything came out, and I needed to explain the dreams I was still having to her. I couldn't put them behind me and I thought that by maybe sharing them with her I'd be able to deal with them.

Ashley had put off starting her college year against my protests. She had been coming by every day to see me and to help me mend physically and emotionally, and refused to leave me alone with the cheater. Since my girls went to a boarding school Ashley and I were alone most of the time. My girlfriend had questioned it at first but ended up using the time to 'go out' and do other things. I stopped looking at the tracker after the third outing.

Christmas came and as we always did, we all got together just after all the immediate family was visited. Chris and Charlene had been friends of mine since high school and our families had always been close. We all sat around talking and drinking while the girls opened their gifts. When it was Ashley's turn she took the small box from me and kissed me on the cheek, then proceeded to sit in my lap to open it. We had gotten closer emotionally over the months that we shared our secret and had even started teasing each other in a more 'seductive' manner. She settled in my lap knowing full well I would be hard in a second and waited as the bulge in my jeans started to press against her pussy through our clothes. My linen pants and her skirt let us feel more than the 'accidental' rub our jeans gave us other times and with a pretend adjustment to get comfortable she ground her pussy against me. Then, giving me the smile she only shared with me, she winked and unwrapped her present. As she peeled back the paper and opened the box she gasped. Pulling gently on the gold chain she slipped the small pendant out of the box. It was an off white crystal with shades of grey and had a peculiar shape.

"I've never seen anything like it!" she exclaimed. "It's beautiful!"

She leaned in to kiss me to say thank you and I turned to make sure she hit my cheek. She hadn't been aiming for it and for so many reasons I couldn't take any chances right now. Most of all because I probably wouldn't have been able to stop if we started. With one arm around her back holding her by her waist and my other laying across her lap I fought the urge to slip my hand into her skirt.

"This is from a place far away," I explained. "There are rumors that it actually contains magical powers. You need to keep it on at all times in order to find out."

Slipping the chain around her neck she waited for me to clasp it.

"It's never coming off." She said firmly.

She twisted and wrapped her arms around me hugging me tightly. Beautiful breasts pressed hard and it was all I could do to only hug her back, I wanted desperately to just lay her down on the carpet and do things to her that would have gotten us into serious trouble with our families.

My girlfriend had watched closely and with a disgruntled look got up to refresh everyone's drinks. Chris made a point of helping her and Charlene just took a longer pull from hers. Glass empty she waited for her next. I felt bad for her. She knew something was wrong but she hadn't put it together yet. This was going to destroy her.

Later that evening Ashley joined me out back as I was having a cigarette. Taking one from my pack and lighting it she snuggled up next to me.

"So what kind of magical powers does this hold?" she asked.

"From what I read, it's the type of magic that helps you out in the bedroom," I replied.

"Then I'm definitely never taking it off," she purred. "Maybe soon I'll even get a chance to try it out."

"I believe the description said something about cleaning your bedroom," I teased.

"Jerk" she laughed as she playfully elbowed me in the ribs.

After New Years, Ashley took a job at a restaurant for the breakfast shift. In the afternoons she came by to spend time with me. We had always been close but spending so much time together we both felt a deeper bond developing. The flirting was still there every chance she got but she started sitting closer to me than usual and some of her looks lasted a lot longer than they normally would have. Several times I caught her checking out the bulge in my pants that she had helped create. She teased often, making sure to wear baggy shirts, and complained about her bra before whipping it off. She always made a show of massaging her tits in front of me afterwards, and always offered to let me help if I wanted.

She started alternating between skirts and leggings and neither did anything to hide her body. The leggings hugged her curves perfectly and the lack of gstring was always noticeable. Her skirts always rode way too high giving me a clear view if she so much as sneezed. When she did wear one, the tiny gstring didn't cover anything and when she wasn't around I could close my eyes and recall with perfect detail every tiny curve and fold between her legs.

Fortunately the teasing wasn't all the time and we talked a lot about how to deal with our two cheaters. We still couldn't figure out how it should be done. Charlene drinking herself stupid all the time was a concern as well, but until everything came to a head, we didn't know how to help her.

One afternoon in early March while my girlfriend was 'out' again I decided to tell her about my dream. I was still having them and my feelings for this little woman had grown exponentially.

"Before I tell you, I need to explain a few things. In the dream you were a few years younger, and so was Erica. I was actually a couple of years older, and I'm not sure why. Your parents were the same age as they were in the real life so it doesn't make perfect sense. Things happen quickly in the dream and I can't describe it except to explain the feelings I felt. There's no image to go with it. Just the feelings," I said.

"Richard, it's a dream. They don't usually make 'perfect sense.' If I had to guess, I would say the difference in my age reflects the time your feelings for me changed in the waking world, and mine changed for you. Your age would be how you felt when the accident happened. You were by yourself being cheated on by the woman beside you with no one to talk to about it. Feeling alone can often make you feel older than you actually are," she replied.

All I could do was smile at her. She made sense. I had thought something similar but to have her say it pretty much confirmed it for me.

"You've always had a quick mind, princess. I think you may be right," I said. "Let's get some drinks, this is a long story."

She sat there quietly listening intently. Giggling at some points and squirming in her seat at others. When I tried to fast forward over our love making in the dream she stopped me and asked me to give her all the details. I smiled and agreed, then watched her bite her lip and squirm on the couch. More than once her hand started moving by itself and she had to stop herself quickly. I chuckled when she excused herself to run to the bathroom.

When she came back I looked at her and smiled.

"You could have done that here, princess." I said with a smile. "I would have enjoyed watching."

"Tell me those parts again later and maybe I will," she replied with a coy smile. "Continue the story."

As I finished the story I watched the tears in her eyes at the thought of my death. Making her cry wasn't what I intended and it made me begin to panic.

"It was just a dream, princess," I quickly said.

With a deep breath she calmed herself.

"Is this why you always call me princess?" she asked after a moment.

"I've always called you 'my princess,' ever since you were a little thing that could barely climb into my lap," I replied. "It does seem to fit better now though, at least for me."

"How much is true?" she asked.

I had expected this question and was prepared for it. I had decided long ago that if I was going to explain the dream then I was going to be completely honest with her. Before I could reply she continued.

"Richard, do you truly love me as you did in the dream? I mean here and now. If things were different, would you love me like you said we did in the dream?" she asked quietly.

I watched her face and saw a range of emotions cross it in an instant. One emotion I saw struck me in particular. Desire. There was some part of her that wanted me to say yes and mean it.

"Ashley," I began, "I have loved you since the day I met you. I have watched you grow into a beautiful woman. When you turned eighteen and we started flirting I admit that I thought I was falling in love with you. Since the accident and having you close all the time I know it's love, with a desire that is almost uncontrollable. With the emotions from my dream behind them, my urges have been very hard to contain. You ask if I love you now as I did in the dream, then my answer is yes. Yes, and for years. The two and a half that I lived while unconscious for those two days, and the months since getting out of the hospital."

"I am in love with you too. I don't look at boys my age; they only want one thing anyway. I want to feel the love you've described," she whispered.

My heart started beating out of my chest at the thought of us finally starting something, and I was rock hard instantly. The shy smile on her face told me she noticed the bulge in my jeans and wanted to appreciate it fully.

I gave in to all my feelings then and there. I wanted this to happen and she had admitted she wanted it as well. No more playing silly games.

"If we are really doing this then I am yours. My heart has been for a long time. Once we figure out how to deal with them I can give you the rest of me," I whispered.

"We are doing this. And you have all of me right now, but I understand," she whispered back.

We held each other for a long moment. After the months of teasing and getting so close to her, it took everything I had not to lean down and kiss her. We had just declared our love for each other and it was difficult to not be able to confirm it properly, but I didn't want to rush her.

"Since my asshole father cancelled our family trip, why don't we go down instead and sail around to see if we can find this island of your dreams. It would get us away from here and give us time to explore our feelings. My birthday is coming up and I want you as my present," she said with a look that made sure I knew she was being serious.

"On one condition," I replied, "you make sure to forget to pack underwear. They'd just be in the way," I said.

The sparkle in her eyes told me she could agree with it.

"Then what would I tie you up with?" she teased.

She got in close, pulled me down and kissed me. It was just as in my dream only better.

"We need to wait, princess," I breathed as she pulled away. "She's still my girlfriend and I won't join her in the cheater's club."

"Then it's time to get this show started, and I know exactly how to do it," she said.

Standing and bending over she slipped her tiny gstring off making sure to give me a full show. I refused to look away and I was sure I just permanently added an inch to the size of my cock. She giggled at me as she walked over and slipped the garment under a couch cushion.

"You are going to go crazy over the next ten days. I am going to tease the fuck out of you," she said walking back over and standing right in front of me, "and most definitely the cum."

The scent of her pussy so close drove me to the edge and I almost reached out for her. I wanted nothing more than to pin her to the couch and drive my tongue against her clit. I shook from the effort of holding back from tasting the woman who had just said she was mine.

She undid the remaining buttons on her shirt and her bra had been removed hours ago. The way her shirt hung just barely covered her and her hard nipples poked at the fabric. Knowing her gstring was on my couch only made matters worse.

We spent the afternoon sitting there trying to make reservations for a birthday vacation for her. Ashley made sure to get me to reserve for four. She reasoned that when my girlfriend found her undies things would blow up. Erica was only eighteen and her mother couldn't be trusted to take care of things right now, so it would be best to take them with us. Maybe with a change of scenery Charlene could start to get herself back under control.

At one point Ashley gave me more of an analysis of my dream. She thought the macho attitude was compensation for the attitude I couldn't have in my waking life, and that the forced marriage between me and her was me finally taking what I truly wanted. Being the beloved crown prince was actually compensation for the hurt feelings of being cheated on and a way to feel wanted again. Arianna was a symbol of me giving myself fully to her, and opening up to try again.

"And what of all the sex on the island, and the magic?" I asked. "Especially with your sister."

"You haven't had any in a while. With me teasing you all the time I know you're a walking hard-on. I've seen it. As for Erica, I would imagine that since at the time of the accident she had just turned eighteen, and all you and I do is tease, it allowed you to imagine yourself with her as well," she replied. "In the dream I was your wife, there wasn't so much teasing as there was loving. Erica provided the teasing you were used to from me when you're awake,"

"You may be onto something," I said.

"Not yet I'm not," she replied with a sly smile and a wiggle of her hips, "but I'm hoping to be really soon."

Sitting with her on the couch proved to be impossible. She kept turning sideways and putting her legs across mine showing off her ass. I had to catch the laptop every time she moved. True to her word she made it impossible for me to relax. Her open shirt showed off her chest and the tiny skirt she had on rode very high. Everything was in plain view and I thought more than once that it wouldn't be that bad to join my girlfriend in that club. Fair would be fair, right?

At one point she lay back completely and just looked at me. Her shirt fell completely open and she made no move to close it. Her skirt was up around her waist and she watched as I looked her up and down. When she propped one leg behind me on the back of the couch and slipped the other to the floor, her tiny pussy lips pulled open and I almost gave in right then and there.

"You're making this impossible for me, princess. You have no idea how badly I want to lean down and taste you," I whispered at her.

"Oh, I can see how badly you're fighting it, but I want you to see all of what you're waiting for," she replied with a wicked smile and rubbing her fingers between her wet pussy lips.

"Two can play at that game," I replied with a smile to match hers.

We had both seen each other naked already. She had teased harder than ever over the last few months and I had returned the favor. Walking in on me in the shower was a favorite thing for her to 'accidentally' do. It was nothing compared to what I was about to do now however.

I put the laptop aside and undoing my pants, slid them to my knees. My hard cock sprang up and she bit her bottom lip as she spent a second deciding what to do. My tip glistened with wetness that had been there almost all day and I heard her growl as she sat up quickly.

"We've just declared our love for each other. This is about to go to a whole new level. Either put it away now or I claim it as mine," she panted as she straddled me. "I've wanted to fuck you for years. Make an offer like this and I won't say no."

I didn't budge. I just held my hard cock so that it pointed straight at her tiny pussy and looked into her eyes. It was a dangerous game but I knew either way, I would end up winning.

"Richard," she whispered, "I don't care about cheater's clubs or labels. I've wanted this for longer than you know. Last chance to put it away."

I could feel the wetness of her pussy as she rubbed it against the tip of my cock. Her tiny lips spreading open as she moved back and forth, and a small moan escaped her every time her clit touched me.

"If you don't say no right now this is going to happen," she whispered and leaned down to kiss me.

"Fuck me," she breathed.

I felt her hips start downwards and pulled my cock forward flicking hard against her clit as it moved. Her dripping pussy slid along the length of my cock and over my fingers soaking them.

"Oh you fucking tease," she cried pulling away from our kiss.

Laughing I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. At the same time I ran my hand along her pussy and gently slid two fingers inside her. She moaned and fell against me as they curled and played, then gasped when I pulled them out and brought them to my lips.

"Told you I wanted to taste you," I said with an evil grin licking her sweetness from my fingers. "I invented this game, princess. You can tease all you want but I'll always win."

"Oh it's on! You have no idea what you've started," she replied reaching down and taking hold of my cock. "This is mine now. They've been introduced and I'm going to make sure you know exactly what you're giving up by making us wait."

She leaned down and put her lips back to mine. We kissed hard and passionately as she gently stroked my cock.

After a long moment of our tongues playing and trying desperately to hold back I pulled away and looked at her.

"Sweetheart, we need to stop. You're going to make me cum," I breathed.

"Since you can't put this monster in me, I'm going to do it this way. You tasted me, now it's my turn to taste you," she said softly leaning down and whispering in my ear.

Pumping me harder and faster, I couldn't stop it and with a yell my cock shot its load hitting her tits and stomach, finally pumping dry and dripping down her hand. She ran her fingers through my offering and brought them to her mouth.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Next time, I want that thing to go off in my mouth. I like the way you taste."

She got up and reached over to fetch her gstring. Rubbing it against her pussy it came away soaked.

"Now it will really look authentic," she giggled sliding it back under the cushion.

Somehow we managed to sit there together and finish the reservations. She refused to cover herself and kept reaching over to slide her hand into my jeans.

"This is mine," she would whisper as she wrapped her hand around my cock.

I could barely hold myself back from just giving in and fucking her. If she hadn't made me cum earlier I would have already taken her.

At one point my resistance finally broke down I did something I had wanted to do for a long time.