Chapter 3

“I’m a virgin,” Emily repeated.

“Are you lying about your age? You’re not really 19?”

“I’m 19. I’ve had boy friends. Several. But if being a virgin means never having had a penis stuck in me, I’m a virgin.”

“Oh, shit,” said Sam. He stroked his beard. All the men had unkempt beards now, although Kevin’s was sparse. “I’ve never fucked a virgin.”

“And few non-virgins either, I’ll bet,” said Ben with a smile. “I have fucked a virgin. My wife, I’m proud to say. Unless she was lying.”

“Is this true confessions time?” Kevin asked.

“Emily being a virgin changes things,” said Sam.

“Why?” asked Gaston, entering the conversation for the first time.

“Fucking a virgin is serious. We could ruin her for life.” Sam answered.

Maggie responded. “Hey, Sam, I’m not some fragile flower. I didn’t plan to be a virgin forever. I was planning to lose my virginity during this vacation. Preferably to an islander, as a way to reconnect to my heritage. But no islanders here, so maybe it’ll be one of you palagis, unworthy though you are. And still another thing occurs to me. Anybody who misbehaves loses access to my body. Is that agreed?”

They all nodded. “But how do we decide who is misbehaving?” asked Douglas.

“We don’t decide. I decide. No argument. No appeal.”

“Oh,” Douglas, the self-appointed leader, digested that statement.

“Shit, Emily!” said Sam. “You are the bitch-goddess. I am going to love fucking you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Sam.” Emily and Sam laughed together. She got to her feet. “I’ll take that walk now and you decide among yourselves how this is going to be organized.”

It was dark when Emily came back to the group a half-hour later. The men were laying palm fronds over a frame of coconut logs, except for Douglas, who was sitting, his face contorted with pain from his burns in the fire. “Your castle is almost ready,” said Ben.

She looked within the lean-to. “Very elegant. Just the right size for a couple. Now, guys,” she said. “What did you decide? What is my fate?”

Ben took it upon himself to answer. “We’ll each spend a night with you in turn. Kevin is first, because he’s an American and you two are close in age and maybe compatible. The rest of us decided our turn by lot. After Kevin, me, than Gaston, then Sam, and finally Douglas who chose to go last because he’s a crispy critter and needs time to heal.”

Emily was relieved. She had hoped her first partner would be either Kevin or Sam.

Ben continued. “You of course are under no obligation to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Emily responded. “I’m going to treat all of you equally. No jealousies, no conflicts, one big happy family.” She looked at Kevin, “Maybe while you finish with my bridal suite, Kevin and I can walk on the beach and get to know each a little bit better. I’m frightened. Please guys, try to make this a loving experience. Don’t just hop on and get it off and go away.” With that she took Kevin’s hand and led him down to the edge of the sea and the two of them walked away from the others, holding hands. “So, Kevin, what shall we talk about?”

“I’m walking on the beach with a beautiful woman and we’re both naked. I’m speechless. This is a dream.”

“It’s bizarre, but I’m looking forward to it.” She kissed him on the cheek.

They walked a hundred yards down the beach. The moonlight shone brightly on the calm sea and the coconut palms were silhouetted against the night sky. They kissed, he drew her to him and their bodies pressed together as tiny wavelets washed over their bare feet. She glanced over her shoulder. She could barely see the glow of the fire and the dark shadows of the men near it.

Kevin took her hand. “Let’s go into the water.” They waded into the sea until they were breast deep and they kissed again, and he put his hands under her hips and raised her and she locked her legs around him. She leaned back in his arms and he moved his head forward and kissed her breasts.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss those breasts since that first day when you took your bra off. And I wanted to touch that blacker than black hair. Both places.” He laughed.

“Being naked all the time makes sex easier, don’t you think?” Emily mused. “We’re already halfway there.” She could feel his hardness, probing her pubic area. “Let’s go to the beach and do it there. I’ve been told that it can hurt the first time.”

He carried her toward the beach. “I’ll be careful.”

“That thing feels awfully big to me.”

“It will fit, “ he laughed as he laid her on the sand. She was on her back, her legs spread, and he leaned over her and kissed her on the lips, the neck, the breasts, and his mouth moved down to her navel, to the hair in the pubic area, he flicked his tongue against her clitoris and put his tongue inside her vagina.

“Oh, yes, that feels good.”

“It you like, I can make you cum with my mouth. It might relax you.”

“No, I’m relaxed. Why does everyone think this is a big deal? Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”

“It will be my pleasure.” He laid beside her and rolled half-over on her and directed his penis toward her vagina. He felt within her with his finger. “You’re wet. Let’s do it.”

He rolled over and thrust forward and entered her as she arched her back to receive him. “That’s it,” she said. “No more virginity. It didn’t hurt. I like being a non-virgin.”

Kevin began to stroke slowly, carefully and she tried to respond, trying to get into rhythm with his penis within her, his body moving on top of hers.

“You probably won’t cum, this first time,” he said. “Most girls don’t, so don’t worry about it.”

“The voice of experience. You have fucked virgins?”

“Two.”

“I’m feeling good.”

“I could take you doggy-style, if you like. That might be more comfortable for you.”

“No, I want to see you, to feel your weight on me, your chest against my teats, your breath on my cheek.” She wrapped her legs more tightly around him.

“You are a romantic.”

“I talk too much. Does that bother you?”

“Not at all. I’m about ready. Men don’t last very long the first time either. It’s tight. We have to learn to pace ourselves. From experience.”

“It looks like I’m going to get a lot of experience on this island.”

Kevin stepped up the pace of his stroking within her. “I’m cumming,” he said with clenched teeth as he pulled her hard to him, pounding his crotch against her, his penis throbbing within her, warmth spreading through her. “It’s over,” he said breathlessly. He lay motionless. She relaxed her legs around him and let them fall to the sand beneath her.

He rolled off her and lay by her side on the sand. “You were good. Your body is wonderful. Now, that job is done and we can do it just for fun, if you’re not sore. Maybe in 15 minutes?”

“I would like that. Thank you, Kevin.”

“Jesus, Emily, don’t thank me. You have given me an experience I will remember forever. And always with the greatest pleasure. Let’s go back to your hut and do it there. The guys have put some work into getting it ready, we shouldn’t waste it.”

“I’m feeling sticky and sandy. Let me wash the cum out,” She got up, waded into the sea, and splashed water over herself. Kevin was by her side, also washing himself, his penis engorged again. She felt it with her hand as they kissed again.

They walked arm in arm back to the small lean-too that would be their dwelling for the night, one that was separate by a few feet from that of the other men. She felt happy, but not elated, a little worried that she had not climaxed, but reassured by Kevin’s words.

Sam and Emily went crab hunting the next morning, combing an area barren of vegetation that was pockmarked with the holes of land crabs. The crabs scurried from hole to hole. “We need a dozen big ones,” said Sam. “We’ll have a feast at lunch to celebrate your de-flowering.”

“Sam, please, it’s a little embarrassing to talk about. Sex is supposed to be private.”

“We have no privacy here. We are on display to each other. Witness, for example, this fine example of a male penis.” He pointed to himself.

“Be careful or a big crab will take a bite out of it.”