Washing Up to Love

Dustin - July 14 th, off the coast of Maine

A whine stirred Dustin from his sleep. As soon as he opened his eyes, a rough tongue licked his cheek. He raised a hand to defend himself against the assault.

"I'm up, Pip. Give me a second to open my eyes." Dustin complained as he scratched Pippa behind her ears. The golden retriever had flunked out of her training to be a service dog as she was too friendly with other dogs and passerbys. "Give your daddy a minute to put on his leg."

Dustin rolled to his left and grabbed his prosthetic from its typical location wedged between the nightstand and the bed. It prevented the one time that Pippa ran off with it to the former bunk room when Dustin had to hop around on one foot until he found it. She didn't chew on it like some of her other toys, but she was threatened with being returned to Idaho, where she was born.

Not that Dustin would ever carry through with his threat; he needed the pup as much as she needed him. The sometimes mischievous puppy would help keep him sane during the two years he was contracted to the lighthouse. Most of the other sixty-five lighthouses on or just off the coast of Maine were automated, but not the one on this jagged chunk of rock two miles from shore.

Mr. Bill was a bit eccentric, but when it came to the list of sins that billionaires could be guilty of, paying to keep the lighthouse that his grandfather had manned between the world wars was low on the list. Dustin had to sacrifice two years of his life to keep everything functioning on the spit of land, but he was well compensated for it. Dustin had no use for charity, and there was no way in hell that he would crawl back to his family.

"You waited until six thirty, Pippa, you're slacking." Dustin laughed as he looked at the clock. Usually, Pippa was up at the crack of dawn, which was just after five in the morning this time of year, this far up north.

July fourteenth. Dustin shook his head. Back when he was in the Coast Guard, he'd promised himself that he'd go out to Denver to the huge Nude Day celebration, but that was before the accident. Just another day on paradise. He reached over for his sock and running shoe. He only needed the one now, as the other came off with his prosthetic.

"You know there's a doggy door, Pip." Dustin shook his head as Pippa raced from the bedroom to the front door and back, her tail wagging. The pup had already opened the bedroom door. She was a deep red, a dark color for a golden retriever. The goof perused her selection of well-chewed, brightly colored tennis balls before choosing one to take with her. Mr. Bill always brought another couple for her when he visited.

Waking Dustin up and getting him out of bed wasn't about going outside to do her business. It was the pup trying to ensure that Dustin couldn't be lazy. Especially not today. The wind was supposed to pick up through the morning before a storm system moved in tonight. He'd need to ensure that everything was battened down and the generator was in working order before it hit.

The solar panels had an enormous battery, which should be enough to keep everything working through the storm, but Dustin wasn't going to take any chances; rough weather was when the light and beacon were needed most. Larger ships relied on GPS to keep away from the rocks on which Shining Hope was built, but electronics weren't infallible, and many of the recreational vessels weren't equipped, usually because the rich bastards that sailed them thought it increased the thrill.

At least, that had been Dustin's experience with the couple, who had washed up on Mariner's Folly over his first nine months occupying the island. One man had been indignant, while the other had been grateful and eventually apologized for his hubris. Glad it was the second one that was stuck on the island with me for two weeks. The only safe way on and off the jagged rock these days was by helicopter, and Mr. Bill's private chopper had been in for repairs.

During the summer, Dustin didn't plan on wearing any clothes on his tiny chunk of heaven. That was save for the days Mr. Bill flew in to check on him or the helicopter made a delivery. For those, he'd throw on a pair of shorts until his island was clear again. Pippa didn't seem to mind that he didn't wear anything more than a wide-brim hat, athletic shoes, and a pair of sunglasses. And loads of sunscreen. Dustin reminded himself.

It was early enough not to worry about drenching himself in sunscreen, but he would need to after he did his first walk around the perimeter of the island. This far North in the dead of summer, UV rays could be extreme. The former keepers vehemently warned him to avoid that during his first summer on the rock.

Typically, the switchover occurred in the summer to give the new keeper time to adjust and ensure they could handle the solitude before winter weather made egress far more difficult. Lilly and Alexander had planned to make it until a couple of weeks ago, but Lilly got pregnant faster than the newlyweds had expected. Mr. Bill didn't want them stuck on the island if there were any complications.

Dustin wasn't the first choice to be a keeper; Mr. Bill preferred to hire young couples. He was, however, available in the winter when others weren't. There were a few legends of romance blooming or thriving on the jagged rock, some that were in Mr. Bill's own family line. No threat of that happening to me. He thought as Dustin pushed open the metal door to the expanse of the island.

No one since Irena. She didn't want anything to do with me after the accident. Dustin had thought that his love of nudism had already put their relationship in a precarious place before a snapped cable flash-amputated his leg as he was getting fishermen off their ship and aboard a Coast Guard clipper. There were other directions he could have taken his career, but if he couldn't be a rescue diver any longer, he didn't want to sit behind a desk.

Dustin's morning routine was the same most days. He walked the perimeter of the island and checked to ensure nothing had happened to the beacons or solar farm during the night. He had just enough engineering knack to fix minor problems, but if it was something significant, he'd need to arrange an expert through Mr. Bill. That had only happened once during his tenure.

Once they were outside, Pippa tore across the little island, scaring away the birds that liked to try to nest in and around the tiny grouping of solar panels nearest Shining Hope. They were free to nest elsewhere, but their droppings reduced some of the efficiency of the panels. His furry companion helped reduce the number of times that he had to scrub the mess from the panels. She would drop her tennis ball, run up and down the aisle barking, and then retrieve the ball after they were thoroughly chased away.

Have to start working on the firewood supply soon. Dustin thought as they walked past the forest that divided the island. Winter would return faster than he thought, and he needed to start building up enough supply to heat the Lighthouse building when the hours of daylight were too short to refill the batteries to provide both heat and enough energy for the light to shine all night.

Mikey and Jasmine would love it out here. Dustin couldn't help his mind flashing to the summers when he, his younger brother, Mikey, and Jasmine, the neighbor girl, would wander what qualified as the wilds in the Hamptons or the affluent neighborhood in the New York suburbs. They'd always imagined it was something as isolated as this rock off the coast of Maine. I wonder what she's up to these days.

The exercise would do me some good. Dustin needed to add something to his routine beyond walking, running, and lifting weights in the small gym attached to the bunkhouse. There had actually been a couple of dozen soldiers stationed on it during the last world war, looking for German U-boats in the stormy seas and hosting a radar installation that had since been dismantled. That was why fresh water was still pumped to the island.

Dustin was getting better at running laps with his other leg, but that would never be his favorite exercise. He kept at it as it seemed to tire out Pippa and get him a few extra hours of sleep. The first year after the accident, Dustin had gotten a little pudgy, but since he brought Pippa home, he didn't have a choice but to get her out and stretch her legs. Good dog.

The first lap of the island each morning was cursory, examining for any obvious issues before he went back to the lighthouse for coffee, a snack, a shower, and a shave before he went to test the diesel generator. That was typically a weekly task, but since foul weather was due tonight, he needed to make the trek to the far side of the island. Its positioning and the thick cables that bisected the island were a consequence of the pier that used to exist on the rock. The thick wires were also why the larger solar array was out there.

A hurricane almost sixty years ago wiped out that dock and stairs down to where its remains hid below the surface, leaving nothing but dangerous rock surrounding the island. Diesel was delivered via helicopter a couple of times a year, and Dustin had to run through the supply to keep the fuel from fouling before it was needed.

Pippa and Dustin stopped back by the lighthouse for a granola bar, coffee, and kibble for the pup. Dustin smeared on sunscreen and went through his morning push-up and plank routine before putting on a backpack with his phone and a first aid kit and then making a foray across the island. It was bigger than it appeared from the water or air. He could get a couple of miles in per lap of the spit of rocks from the churning sea.

The wind was rough and getting worse on the second trek through the property. Might be a treadmill day. Dustin thought as he pushed into the wind.

Glad I came out here. Dustin decided when the old army surplus engine refused to start. He had to pull out a flow chart of possible problems and work through them. Pulling the starter motor and replacing it took almost an hour, but most of that time was spent fighting with rusted bolts. It started right up once it had been changed over. Need to request another replacement when I talk to Mr. Bill.

Pippa was a great dog, but sometimes she got exceptionally barky. There was hardly ever anyone other than Dustin on the island, but she liked to bark at birds and aquatic life. She was barking up a storm as Dustin took off his ear protection and walked away from the clattering old diesel.

"Pippa! What's going on!?" Dustin asked as the golden retriever barked over a rocky cliff. "Barking at a harp seal again?" Pippa gave him a whine as she danced and did excited little turns without moving from her spot.

"Help!" Dustin heard a faint voice and scrambled over to the cliff to peer down toward the waters.

Fifty feet below the crest of the craggy ridge were several girls clinging to the rocks as the frothy sea lapped at them. Dustin counted nine young women in their early to mid-twenties. Crashed against a jutting rock were the skeletal remains of a rowing shell, its smashed carbon fiber gashed by the sharp stones and either the bow or stern completely missing.

"Hang on!" Dustin dropped the wrench, which he was still brandishing, onto a stump near the edge of the cliff and jogged back toward the maintenance hut beside the old diesel. It was one of the places where ropes were stashed so the keeper could try to rescue those stuck on the rocks. He grabbed pitons and a hammer. There was no time to worry about his state of dress. He anchored a rope to an oak standing near the edge.

Don't panic, don't rush. Dustin silently reminded himself as adrenaline coursed through his veins. Move with purpose and avoid mistakes. It would do the women clinging to the narrow, rocky beach no good if he hurt himself trying to rescue them. A chunk of him wanted to rappel down the cliff to provide aid to the young women, but that would put more people down on the beach.

"Are you ladies okay?" Dustin shouted down the cliff, making sure to steady himself on his prosthetic. His balance was still slightly off after a couple of years of adjusting to the new leg.

"We're fine! A little cold, but fine!" Yelled a voice that sounded vaguely familiar, but Dustin couldn't place it, not while he was concentrating on getting them out of the ocean. It was now low tide, and the women looked relatively comfortable, but the situation became more dangerous as the tide came in.

"Give me a minute while I rig something up and get you gals out of the water."

Dustin fished his cell phone out of his backpack and dialed Mr. Bill. He raised a hand to shield the microphones from the intensifying wind.

The older man answered on the first ring. "Mr. Billings? Is there something wrong? This isn't your usual check-in time."

"I have a group of rowers with a busted rowing shell on the Southwestern side of the island. I think I can rescue them, but if you don't hear from me in half an hour, send the cavalry."

"Oh no, I wonder if they're in that group of college rowers attempting to traverse the coast of New England. They're not supposed to be on the water today. The winds are too high. Then again, it's a race."

"Seems to reason. They're a long way from shore, though."

"Be careful, Dustin. It's too windy to get the helicopter out there safely, and the Coast Guard is preoccupied with the usual bad weather rescues and with a capsized freighter."

"Capsized freighter? How's that happen?"

"Top-heavy loading and a rogue wave is the theory. Crew reports that they're shaken up but okay. Only bruises and some minor broken bones. They have welders cutting into the hull now before the storms are due tonight."

"Noted. I'll be careful, Mr. Bill."

"You got enough supplies? It may be a few days until we can attempt a rescue."

"Yeah. And the bunkhouse if they're stuck here."

"It's why I have you keep that place tidy. Good luck, Dustin. I'll see if I can find people connected to the race and let them know you have one of their boats accounted for."

"I'll call you when I get them on the island." Dustin hung up and looked at his rope.

Need two ropes. One guideline, and the other to pull them up. Dustin admonished his previous setup. Would be easier if they were sailors. The ones that he had rescued during his time on the island had been arrogant, but they knew their knots. How am I going to prevent rope chafing? Dustin remembered the pulleys in the maintenance shed. This must be what they're for. His introduction to the island had been a little hasty.

A quick jog back to the maintenance shed equipped him with the pulleys he needed, some protection for the ropes, and the tools required to secure it to the sturdy oak.

"Look out! I'm going to drop a piton and a guide rope! Secure it down there, and I'll throw you down the other rope. Does anyone know rescue knots?" Dustin shouted over the edge. He was prepared to sketch out a few knots if he got a negative response.

"I do!" A tall woman with dark skin yelled out with a wave.

Tall's not a differentiator. Dustin thought. Elite rowing was dominated by tall women. Not basketball height tall, but more than a couple of standard deviations from typical.

"Good!"

Dustin did a double-take when he realized that the women fifty feet below weren't wearing anything other than a pair of shoes each, along with the little life preservers that automatically inflated when they touched the water.

"Help tie the lightest person on your crew and send her up first so she can help me pull." Dustin knew that it was likely the coxswain who had the least mass, as she was only in charge of the rudder, and adding weight would be a disadvantage.

Rowers are going to be stronger. Dustin thought of an advantage if they had been sailors; they would know their knots, but rowers had upper-body strength in spades. Using a pair of pitons and a strip of flexible foam, Dustin fashioned something for the rope to glide over instead of jagged rock. The last thing he wanted was for the rope to fray with one of the ladies halfway up the rocky cliff.

"Sending the climbing rope down!" Dustin shouted over the precipice. "Shout when you're ready for me to pull!" The bad part of the pulley setup was that Dustin had to be several feet away from the ledge to tug on the rope. Once he got a couple of ladies up the cliff, he could have one of them watching. For the first woman, Pippa would have to watch.

"Ready!" a multitude of voices yelled, and Dustin started to pull. He used his artificial limb as a guide to keep the rope centered on the foam as he tugged, trying to keep track of how far up the woman was. Feeling the weight was a good indication that his climber was still coming up the rope.

It took only a minute, but Dustin's muscles were complaining, not used to the new exercise or his unsteady artificial limb. Counting lengths of rope wasn't all that necessary, as Pippa's whining intensified when the woman approached the crest.

"A little help to get over the cliff?" A familiar voice asked from straight behind him.

It can't be. "Yeah, one sec. Hold on to the guide rope tight in case there's slack." Dustin used a limb as a makeshift cleat. "Hold on to the guide rope tight." He reiterated, then whirled around once the rope was secure, and blinked in disbelief. "Princess?" He rushed to her and pulled her over the side of the cliff before he was caught staring.

"Dustin!?" Jasmine gasped as she untied herself from the rope now that she was on solid ground.

Jasmine Averill was the next-door neighbor girl who moved into the mansion adjacent to Dustin and his brother, Mikey. Dustin hadn't seen her in a decade, back when she was eighteen and he was twenty.

"Jasmine." Dustin felt like his smile might break his face.

"July fourteenth, huh?" Jasmine pointed at him before lifting off the shallow modesty of her inflated life preserver. "Wouldn't have taken you for being a Nude Day adherent." She grinned with that potent, million-watt smile that always caused Dustin's thinking to go a little fuzzy. The grin that propelled so many insane adventures.

"Had no one else to celebrate with before." Dustin grinned.

Jasmine was tall for a woman and always had been, at least as long as she'd been a part of Dustin's life. It irked Mikey that Jasmine was eternally an inch taller than he was. Dustin was a couple of inches taller than her, but his height came from his mother's side of the family. A pair of sporty sunglasses blocked Jasmine's second-best feature, beside her smile, her almond-shaped eyes with irises in the shade of sweet raw honey.

A decade ago, the woman Dustin liked to call Princess had been willowy with long, thin limbs. She'd filled out since. Jasmine was still slender, but now she showed the effectiveness of her continued devotion to rowing. Every millimeter of her body was svelte and toned, with a sleek core that stood out in her stance, her feet slightly apart, and her hands on her hips.

Dustin had harbored a crush on Jasmine during their last summer together, but didn't act on it as he was a couple of years older and didn't think that was fair for the recent graduate. Now that she was twenty-eight, Jasmine was sex personified, wearing no makeup, a pair of bright pink running shoes, and the gold necklace she was never without.

A bikini was the least that Dustin had ever seen Jasmine in before today, and even that was a switch from the modest one-piece she'd always worn before. Free of her confines, her breasts were works of art. Large, but not so big to look wrong on her thin form. They sat high, firm, and perky, crisscrossed with tan lines that said Nude Day was the only time she was outside without it. Small, dark, sharp nipples pointed upward.

Eight other girls need your help; don't just stare. Dustin reminded himself before checking out a couple of different features. He could see the shape of her preferred bikini brighter than what had to be exercise shorts. Jasmine's core pointed toward her cute little pussy that was waxed bare. Its dark pink folds were only partially visible at the crest, revealing her clitoral hood. Dustin blinked and then investigated her left hand; there was no ring on her finger, nor was there a telltale tan line.

"We can catch up and ogle each other later." Jasmine giggled as she petted Pippa. "Careful where that tail goes. I like being tickled there, but only by a boyfriend." She jumped as the pup's tail grazed her inner thighs. "Though everyone on my crew is hotter than me, you may be happier ogling them."

"That's impossible." Dustin shook his head to free himself from his stupor. "Do you want to pull or help them over the cliff?" He undid the rope from its makeshift cleat.

"Think I'll let you do the pulling, muscles. Who's this?" Jasmine scratched Pippa behind the ears. The goof had her tongue lolling out one side of her muzzle with her prized tennis ball in her mouth as she whined.

"Pippa." Dustin checked the rope for knots before tossing it back over the ledge.

"Pippa? Hello, Pippa. Where'd you come up with the name?"

"I didn't. She came with it. She's a dropout, like her papa. Luckily for me, Pip was too friendly and mischievous to be a service dog."

"I have so many other questions, but they can wait until we're all on solid ground." Jasmine twirled around, showing off her ass. It had grown and toned in their time apart.

"The wind's only going to get worse." Dustin nodded and looked away, preparing for his task once more.

Jasmine - Hours earlier

"Get up, captain!" Celeste, the team's pretty redhead, shook Jasmine's bunk.

"It's four a. m.," Jasmine complained as her head throbbed lightly. The yearly tour up the coast of New England was a hard-partying, hard-work kind of arrangement. She'd missed last year's expedition as she was too engrossed in her academics. This year may be her final opportunity. She doubted she could take an entire month off every year once she started her practice.

"Wind's coming up. If we don't get going, we won't make the island." Amara grinned. "You and Celeste are fun, don't get me wrong, but I intend to get some cock today."

The island wasn't an officially sanctioned activity for either the Row Across the Coast event or National Nude Day, but it was close to the stopping point for the next leg of the race. It was a private island where many of the other crews went to celebrate a holiday that was only officially recognized in the state of Colorado. Jasmine had yet to attend one of the debaucherously depraved celebrations, but the other girls spoke highly of it.

Isolde and Margaux's husbands were supposed to meet them on the island, but for most of the other girls in the crew, tonight was their one real chance to get laid by a guy during the month-long event. Astrid and Sloane had each other, but the other girls only dabbled in Sapphic love. Amara and Celeste had joined Jasmine in her bunk on earlier adventures, but not this year, at least not yet.

"Does everyone who will be celebrating today with a stranger have condoms?" Jasmine hopped out of bed and brandished a 3-pack that she had every intention of using tonight. Especially if that guy in boat seven is on the menu. It had been two years since she'd been with a man. "Don't trust your partner to be prepared."

"Yes, Mom!" The other eight girls on her crew said in near unison. They liked to derisively call her 'Mom' when they were annoyed at her nagging and 'Captain' when they were expecting leadership.

Jasmine was at least two years older than the rest of the girls in her crew of rejects from the rowing competition. Most of the teams consisted of college-aged men and women, and only Vivienne and possibly Celeste qualified for that. Not only was her crew older, but they also had some other traits not present in the other crews.

Vivienne, Amara, and Priya earned their undergraduate degrees in Canada, Mexico, and England. Celeste and Isolde graduated from MIT. While Margaux and Astrid attended Stanford. All the women graduated from world-class institutions, whereas the rest of the field attended Ivy League schools for their undergrads. Only Sloane and Jasmine attended Harvard and Brown, where they qualified as Ivy League alumni.

Their crew also was home to two out-in-the-open lesbians. Sloane and Astrid were engaged and had a wedding planned for September. Like most of the other groups, Jasmine and her crew were tall women, averaging six feet in height. Unlike the others, her boat had a rainbow of human skin tones. It was a typically elitist sport, and one of the only things Jasmine kept with her after she jettisoned the rest of that lifestyle and her generational wealth.

Jasmine quickly ran to the restroom and took care of business as her crew got the rowing shell ready for the water. The rules stated that they could leave half an hour before the sun peeked over the horizon. Racers never all started at the same time. Although there could be some advantages from pacing with another crew, open water traffic jams slowed times. Some sensors started the clock when the boat broke the start line, and again for the finish.

Attempting this leg in high winds was probably going to negatively affect their times, but the girls weren't a threat to win this year. They'd pushed hard in years past and placed on the podium, but that required full-time training, which wasn't possible with their busy academic schedules. The camaraderie was far more important to the crew that proudly wore the label 'Misfits' on their boat and, in three of the girls' cases, as tattoos on their arms.

Going out today wasn't a matter of using the wind at their back to achieve a faster time. What mattered to the Misfits was getting close enough to the island for a night of fun. The race employed several camps along the way where the teams could shower and sleep in real beds after a good meal. Only one was close to the unofficial Nude Day Celebration.

Jasmine quickly stripped out of the oversized T-shirt and put on a sports bra with a pair of sporty panties. Hopefully, I won't be wearing them long. She smiled. They only had a few hours' worth of rowing on this leg, and once they passed the finish line, they were off to the island. Her panties were a bit damp before she could pull on her shorts. Her two-year drought was going to end today, and the thought of being naked in public excited her.

While Jasmine had brief trysts when it came to ladies, she'd never had a one-night stand with a guy. It was always something long-term. That was going to change today. Sex with women was fun for her, but she needed to get fucked hard after a two-year hiatus. Bet there are a few cute locals, even if the new rowers don't make it.

Once she was changed, Jasmine put her duffel bag in the stack by the cabin's door before taking her phone, condoms, and sunglasses to find her crew. The support team for the event would drive the girls' luggage to the next stop, where it would be waiting for them. Sunscreen. Jasmine remembered to fish her bottle out of the duffel. She wouldn't need it yet, but she smeared it on as she would require it before the end of the leg, and it wasn't like they could stop to apply it mid-race.

The Misfit's racing shell was a carbon fiber skin painted in vibrant colors by Vivienne and Amara. It was a far cry from the typical solid colors of the other craft in the competition. The boat was broader and significantly more stable than the shells that Jasmine had grown up rowing and sculling in lakes and rivers. Open-water rowing was a distinct sport, even if it employed similar muscles.

"Ladies, bring your cellphones so I can get them in the dry bag!" Jasmine caught the attention of the women, who were horsing around as they prepared to go. They were awaiting their leader. "Condoms, too, if you plan on having fun on the island."

Every summer, the ladies would often play together on the trip, so before the expedition, as part of the required physical, they assured each other they were clean. A full STI workup meant that they could have fun with each other without risking getting hurt. If everyone uses condoms, we'll still be clean.

"Who's the coxswain today?" Jasmine turned toward Amara before she put her phone in the bag. She had the rotation figured out for all the legs.

"You are, Captain." Amara nodded with a smile.

During her experience at prep school and at Brown, where she was a member of each of her rowing teams, the coxswain was a stable position, typically held by the lightest girl on the crew. She oversaw the rudder and helped her team keep time. Here, the girls rotated to provide their muscles with a break every time it was their turn. Jasmine preferred to be a rower, but so did all her crew, so she took her turn whenever it came up.

"Alright, Celeste, stow the phones up front since I'm in the back today. Let's get moving so we can get laid tonight!" Jasmine cheered.

"I got laid last night!" Astrid giggled.

"Funny, so did I! You should really try bringing your S. O. along with the crew. It works wonders!" Sloane backed her up as she got a high five from her blonde fiancée.

"Don't think that works for us since there are no coed crews." Margaux laughed.

"Straight girls always trying to make things more difficult." Sloane rolled her eyes as she pulled her wavy brunette hair into a ponytail.

"The open water is calling, Misfits!" Amara started a cheer.

Jasmine almost said something when she watched Celeste put an extra dry bag in the sealed cubby at the prow of the boat, but figured she had her reasons. She trusted her crew. This was their fifth and final year together, so she wasn't going to call out their second-most junior member.

"Life preservers on before we get in the water!" Jasmine walked the line of girls to ensure that the small flotation devices were properly on. They were the type that only inflated when submerged in seawater, allowing for safety and the range of motion the rowers needed. Jasmine signed off on a tablet by the docks and said that she had inspected each of the devices.

It took a few minutes to launch the racing shell and reach the starting line. They had to be careful on their approach as their time started as soon as they crossed the laser-indicated line between a pair of buoys. If they weren't ready when the timer dinged, they'd lose a few precious seconds.

In the open water competition, the coxswain played a second vital role. She was responsible for the map and compass. Phones and GPS were considered cheating; hence, they were stowed before the race started. The front section was shielded from outside EM radiation and contained Bluetooth beacons that needed to read the crew's phone locations during the entire race. The data could be compared with the times their boat started and ended the leg.

The race still wanted them, and an emergency radio, available in case of accidents. Safety was paramount, especially when so many of the participants and their families were litigious.

"Ready, girls?"

"Aye!" The crew yelled back in unison to Jasmine.

"Let's put down a good time and have some fun today! On three!" Jasmine counted down, and the girls' oars hit the water in unison when she finished her count.

This open-water race was more akin to a road race than a drag race, like smooth-water events. More like a marathon than a sprint. Not only were they rowing for a few hours a day, but this was a month-long event. Jasmine looked at the map and helped the girls keep time. There were essential sets of buoys along the route to ensure that corners weren't cut. It also provided a list of splits to show how they performed in each section compared to the competition.

"Stroke!" Jasmine shouted and guided the boat toward the next checkpoint. The happy ding the buoys gave off was reassurance that they hadn't missed a gate. "Stroke!" She didn't need to shout all the time, just when the rowers tried to pick up the pace too much. The girls were used to a higher tempo when they raced on lakes and rivers. Keeping at a steady pace would allow them to complete the leg without petering out.

Despite the forecast for intense winds, the water was still relatively calm as they threaded their way between the Maine shore and the small rocky islands. The scenery gliding past them was beautiful. The wilds that Mikey, Dustin, and I wanted to see as kids. I hope they're doing all right. She hadn't heard from either of them in nearly a decade. Soon after Dustin dropped out of Yale, Jasmine cut ties with her uncle, inadvertently severing ties with Dustin and Mikey as well. The yearly letters from Lucia didn't mention them.

Jasmine had been thinking of the two Billings brothers since the race passed the Hamptons early on the route. She couldn't help thinking of the summers spent with Mikey and Dustin. They were the relief valve for the proper lady, which her uncle thought was the only way to live a woman's life. There were so many good memories with the boys during the summers. Especially Dustin. Jasmine smiled internally as the pleasant feelings of her crush returned.

The entire day, Jasmine's body was on simmer. It had been two years since she and Ron went to the Nude Day celebration in Denver. Jasmine thought they had a fun time all day. Being naked in public made her incredibly horny, and when she got Ron back to their hotel room, she had the best sex of their relationship. The next morning, Ron informed her that she was a very different type of nudist and used it as an excuse to sunder their ties.

"Stop!" Celeste yelled and raised her oar out of the water. The other girls halted as if they'd been waiting all morning for the cue. "Isolde, are we far enough from civilization?" She giggled and turned bright red. For all her bravado, her pale skin gave her away.

"Aye, Celeste!" Isolde nodded with a gleaming smile on her dark features. Her black skin looked fantastic with her choice of cantaloupe-colored sunglasses.

"Enact the plan!" Margaux cheered as she pulled her top off with her life preserver in a single motion. Her tangerine sports bra came off moments later. She had the largest natural breasts on the crew with dark nipples.

"What are we doing!?"

"Come now, Captain." Amara purred with her incredible accent. Her English was impeccable, but her Latin flair, developed while growing up in Mexico, was enticing. "It's National Nude Day." She grinned as she crouched out of her seat enough to tug her shorts and panties down in as smooth a motion as she could muster. There was a thin black strip of pubic hair above her otherwise waxed womanhood.

"We're losing time!" Jasmine argued.

"If they can convince their resident British girl to have a go at it, surely our resident nudist wants to join in." Priya insisted as she revealed her caramel skin. Her T-shirt and sports bra were removed in a single motion. Her breasts were large, unlike Margaux's; they weren't natural. Her accent was as mesmerizing as Amara's, but Jasmine had never been asked in that voice to join her in bed.

"We're not putting oars in the water until you join us." Sloane declared as she pulled off her fiancée's panties. How they maneuvered around the oars without rocking the boat was impressive. Her future wife, Astrid, looked cute with her blonde bob and nothing else on save for a pair of white athletic shoes.

"Why!?" Jasmine muttered.

"This is our captain's last adventure, and we wanted to join her on how she's comfortable on Nude Day." Vivienne was already fully nude. Her French braids in her shiny brown hair matched her endearing accent.

"Come on, Cap! Just because Ron squished your dreams doesn't mean we will." Celeste shouted as she got out the second dry bag. "Hand your clothes up here, and I'll get them stowed."

Jasmine wanted to argue. This defied all logic. They would be rowing close to shore today, probably closer than normal when the wind came up. People would see her and her crew as they paddled up the coast naked. This isn't Colorado. Celebrating the day isn't legal.

"What are we going to do when we pass through the finish line?" Jasmine asked her crew. Even if they got lucky and the shores were clear, people would be waiting at the finish line.

"Wave and continue on to the island so I can get my needed dose of Greg!" Isolde shrugged as she handed her shed clothes back to Celeste on the bench behind her.

"Boats seven and thirty-five crossed the line wearing similar outfits on Nude Day last year." Vivienne shrugged. "Except boat seven didn't have these." She tousled her breasts in her hands as she giggled.

"They had," Celeste thrust her hips forward, showing off her waxed womanhood and a pointer finger sticking straight out, imitating a cock. "They were much bigger than my finger, though, right, Amara?"

"She is not lying. Celeste and I had fun with our three new friends on the island last year." Amara's eyebrows bounced out from under her sunglasses. The ladies weren't kidding.

"Three on three would be fairer this year." Celeste shrugged.

"I can't believe I'm thinking about this. I'm supposed to be the one keeping you ladies out of trouble."

"Join us, Mom!" Sloane and Astrid said together before descending into a giggle fit. The two women seemed to share a lot of brain cells as well as their souls.

The idea of doing this leg of the race naked was titillating. Jasmine wanted to join in, but needed to keep her and her crew out of any real danger. It's Nude Day. She smiled and looked at her crew, all facing her and naked by now.

"Two conditions." Jasmine used the voice she'd developed as a graduate assistant teaching Intro to Psych classes. She wasn't going to be negotiating, just making a declaration of what she wanted. "One: you all still need to wear the flotation devices." This got a groan, then a nod from each woman. "Two: pass the sunscreen. I know you brought some, Celeste!"

"Alright!" Isolde clapped.

"Make sure you all get the parts that rarely see the light of day covered," Jasmine demanded before she stripped out of her uniform. "Especially if you plan on using them on the island. Getting a sunburnt breast fondled isn't a lot of fun. Don't have personal experience with a burn on my vulva, but it's gotta ruin the mood."

"Admit it," Amara leaned forward to whisper. "Your panties are going to be wet when you peel them off. Mine were soaked." She grinned as she leaned back

Jasmine waited until all the other girls were seated and bare before she stood. While the water was still slack, their boat was stable enough for one of them to stand, and if Jasmine was going to do something, there would be zero hesitation once she made her decision. It was a product of growing up with the Billings brothers and daring each other to try things that scared them. Jasmine never backed down then and wouldn't start now.

Off came her T-shirt emblazoned with the Misfit's insignia. She had several shirts, so she could rotate through them between stops that offered laundry services. Next, Jasmine dropped her shorts. The remaining lavender boy-short panties had a darker line down the front of them, broadcasting to the whole crew where her labia split for her tunnel. That didn't shame her in the slightest.

Moments later, Jasmine freed her breasts from her sports bra. Margaux and Priya may have overshadowed her when it came to size, but Jasmine never conceded victory for the overall better set of breasts. Hers were large, round, and perky to the extreme, with small dark nipples that were currently erect. She tossed them and her panties to Amara before requesting sunscreen.

After liberal amounts of sun protection, Jasmine put back on her small life preserver. The bright red fabric didn't cover much, at least not before they were submerged in salt water and inflated.

"Everyone have their vests and sunscreen on?" Jasmine asked as she looked at her now naked crew.

"Yes, Mom!" The girls responded in barely broken unison, teamed with eye rolls.

"Then let's get this barge moving!" Jasmine glanced at the visible landmarks and her compass, trying to reorient herself and the boat. How far did we drift while we stripped? Jasmine silently wondered. Her watch showed that the pit stop had taken ten minutes.

The warm sun felt exquisite on Jasmine's skin. The wind had yet to whip up, but that would likely occur without much warning when the front passed. I should've rechecked the weather forecast before we left this morning. She had fretted over the timeline the previous night, but the crew had distracted her this morning.

When they went through the next gate, there wasn't the happy ding that they were used to. Instead, the two buoys made a series of angry buzzes.

"Shit!" Jasmine panicked. She knew exactly what the noise meant. "Hard to starboard!" She yelled. They needed to backtrack, and they needed to do so now. Going through one gate out of order triggered a warning; doing two in a row resulted in disqualification. They wouldn't just get thrown out of the competition for the leg. Their race would end.

"Aye, Captain!" The girls shouted in unison. Half the ladies rowed backward while the other half kept rowing forward, causing the boat to turn sharply out toward the open ocean. It was a maneuver that wouldn't be possible on the flat-water version of the rowing shell, but the rowers were staggered on either side for the broader version.

Taking them closer to the shore would be safer in terms of the winds, but according to the map, those waters hid rocks. All they had to do was row back about half a knot to go through the missed gate.

"What happened?" Amara asked as she rowed.

"We drifted much further than I thought when we took our break." Jasmine shook her head. It didn't make sense. Unless currents picked up. The issue with a deeper draught than the boats that she'd grown up with was that they were more susceptible to the unseen currents under the water.

"We'll get there, Captain." Isolde smiled.

Jasmine concentrated on the map and her compass as she scanned the shoreline. Two similar inlets. She silently chided herself for her mistake. Weren't going to win anyway. This is for fun, Jasmine. She reminded herself as she looked up at the eight girls who were embracing nude, because it made her happy.

"Wave!" Celeste called out. A large wave was rolling toward them. The wind was still calm, but this wave was enormous. It didn't matter that the boat was more stable than its freshwater counterparts. If that mammoth swell caught them abreast, they could capsize.

"Port! HARD!" Jasmine yelled and pushed the rudder. Attacking the wave prow first, the rowing boat stood a chance of not toppling. The girls reacted like a finely tuned machine.

The boat rocked and wiggled as they broke through the crest of the wave. There was a cheer, but the wave wasn't alone. It had a litany of partners.

"Starboard!" Jasmine tried to thread them through the swells without capsizing. Their current position on the course was forgotten as it became a fight for the survival of the boat. As soon as they burst through one wave, they had to react to the next. Any spare cycle of her thinking was taken up trying to figure out what kind of weather system off the coast could be causing it. The waters swirled in channels between rocky islands.

They must have fought against the swells for half an hour, slowly getting closer to a stony island. Jasmine tried to steer back toward the shore when she got the chance, but reacting to the waves hadn't made her aware of the gale blowing from the coast and pushing them toward the looming island that was a couple of miles offshore.

Carbon fiber was light and strong, making a fine vessel. It did have some weaknesses, though, that didn't make it as robust as other materials in certain circumstances. One of those was repeated impacts in the wrong direction with respect to the woven fibers. Coming over a few of the monster waves, the boat groaned in complaint as it hit rocks barely under the surface of the waves.

The groans got more pronounced, but when they were in trouble, it was sudden. One wave they surmounted dropped them onto a jagged rock. It sheared off the bow of the boat and spilled all nine of the women into the chilly ocean. The water wasn't a hypothermia risk, but it was uncomfortable. They held on to the remains of their boat as they were hurled onto a rocky beach of an island.

"Is everyone here?" Jasmine asked as she sputtered water. Her flotation device had deployed in the tumult. She gripped a spar of rock so she wouldn't careen off into the waves. "Sound off, girls!"

One by one, the girls reported in; they were sheltered from the wind and waves by a small, rocky beach. None of the girls reported injuries beyond minor scrapes and bruises. The remains of their boat were splintered between a pair of spires several feet away from shore, far enough that it would be risky to swim out to it. It might be worth checking if the bow hadn't been decapitated. Their phones, the emergency radio, and their clothes were somewhere in the frothing sea.

"What are we going to do, Captain?" Priya asked after they caught their breath. Surrounding the tiny beach were sheer fifty-foot walls of jagged, dark rock.

"I'm not sure," Jasmine said truthfully. "We have a few hours until high tide, and that's going to erode our beach. It's two miles to shore. No radio, no phones, no clothes if we do get rescued."

"We'll think of something." Isolde glared toward the sea.

"I could climb that if I had some rope and chalk." Vivienne sized up the cliff. "Maybe some pitons..." She ran a hand across the craggy surface. "Think there's anything worthwhile up there?"

"I don't know, Viv, you might just be climbing up to give yourself a higher place to fall from." Margaux assessed the cliff. She was the resident worrier.

"Is that?" Celeste held up a hand to silence the girls. "Is that barking?" Above the sound of waves crashing onto their tiny piece of respite was something that sounded like a dog barking.

"A harp seal?" Amara looked out at the sea, trying to spy something.

"No! Look!" Priya pointed up the cliff. A dark-red golden retriever was barking at them, complete with a collar and bandana.

There's got to be someone up there!

"Help!" The girls yelled in unison as a man stared down at them beside the dog.

Dustin - As the rescue is wrapping up

Jasmine wasn't wrong about her crew being attractive, but none of them were nearly as cute as she was. The knots expert came up the rope last as she'd been the one tying a bowline on a bight on each of the ladies sent up the ropes. Pippa was in heaven as she suddenly had an influx of humans to give her the attention she craved.

All nine of the ladies were very tall for women, and Jasmine was the shortest, only five foot ten inches. At six foot two, one woman matched Dustin's height. She was never far from another woman with a diamond ring that matched hers. The ladies helped him break down the apparatus that he'd used to pull them from the water. It was the third time that he'd had to employ pulleys and rope to conduct a sea rescue. Need to inspect the ropes and maybe request replacements.

"How?" Jasmine blinked toward him, shaking her head. While some of her crew had been in the water, all her attention was concentrated on getting everyone to safety.

"With ropes and a pulley." Dustin grinned as he threw the ropes over his shoulder. He used the same teasing tone he had used with Jasmine a decade ago.

Seconds later, Dustin was rewarded with a playful smack on his shoulder. Their last summer together, any attention from the beauty was good attention. "That's not what I meant!" Jasmine shook her head, fists on either hip.

"Ouch, careful, Princess." Dustin played the aggrieved victim.

"Princess?" About half the crew asked in near unison.

"Do you two know each other?" A pretty redhead who stood a few inches taller than Jasmine asked as she stepped out of the scrum. She had flaming red hair, a light dusting of freckles across her cheeks, and the perkiest pair of tiny titties. Every one of the women in Jasmine's crew was tall and in incredible shape.

"We grew up together." Jasmine nodded. "This is Jeremiah Dustin Billings." She used the first name that Dustin never went by. "Scion of the Billings family."

"Former scion. Don't think my family acknowledges my continued existence, and it's Dustin. You are?" Dustin held out for a handshake.

"Celeste." The redhead replied and then bypassed his hand to come in for a hug. Dustin wasn't an active participant in the embrace. He didn't wrap his arms around her, preferring to let her decide the boundaries. "I don't do handshakes with people who save my life."

"The son of Senator Jeremiah Billings?" The knots expert with a skin color reminiscent of dark chocolate stepped out of the crowd. She wore an impressive diamond ring, complete with a wedding band, that indicated she was taken.

"By birth, yes. The family disowned me many years ago."

"Isolde." The woman said and came in for a hug. "Thank you for being in the right place at the right time."

"Disowned? Like Jasmine?" One of the pair of women with matching diamond rings stepped out, pulling the other with her. She had short blonde hair, while the other woman had her wavy brunette locks in a ponytail. "I'm Astrid, and this is my fiancée, Sloane." The two women hugged him. Dustin again let the pair of hugs come to him.

"You were disowned?" Dustin asked Jasmine.

"Yes, by choice." Jasmine nodded but didn't elaborate.

"Are you going to hug me back, or should I give a hug to the tree since it helped, too?" Another woman asked. She had a thicker build, a British accent, and an imposing set of breasts.

"I can hug back..."

"Priya." The woman nodded and came in for a hug. Dustin hugged her back and got his bottom pinched with a wink as she walked away.

"One sec." Dustin stepped away as he blushed. His cock had liked the continued contact, and he didn't need it popping up. Need to call Mr. Bill before he calls the cavalry. "I need to call the guy who owns the island so he doesn't panic."

"Who's Mr. Bill?" Jasmine hopped over to Dustin as the other girls tossed Pippa's ball for her.

"My boss. He owns the lighthouse, and his helicopter is the only safe way on and off the island."

"I have so many questions, but call him first."

Mr. Bill answered on the first ring again. "Mr. Billings. I trust the rescue operation was successful?"

"It was. I got the nine ladies out of the water and on the island."

"Fantastic. You have enough food reserves for nine visitors?"

"With everything we have stockpiled? Yeah. I could keep them fed and happy for a month."

"No injuries, no pressing need for medical care?"

"Other than a couple of scrapes and a blister on my hand from where I got a rope burn, we're good."

"Excellent. Which boat number were they?"

"I hadn't asked." Dustin moved the phone away from his ear and turned to Jasmine. "Which boat were you on, ladies?"

"The Misfits." Jasmine brushed some loose strands of hair back under the earpieces of her sunglasses.

"Misfits? Mr. Bill is talking with the organizers. Is that what you're known as?" Dustin raised an eyebrow. He thought that races numbered their boats, not named them.

"Yup. We stick out." Jasmine nodded with a giggle.

"Their coxswain says they're the Misfits."

"I'll let Margret know. Helps that she's my son's mother-in-law." Mr. Bill chuckled. "Really is a small world for the well-to-do up here that aren't assholes."

"Or that tolerate you, Mr. Bill." Dustin laughed. It was a common joke they shared with each other.

"True." Mr. Bill got quiet for a moment, making Dustin think that perhaps he'd overstepped. "I got a call while you were rescuing the ladies. They need Francesca and me to run some relief supplies to the flood zones in the Appalachians. Since it's going to be too windy up here for a couple of days, can you put up with some new visitors?"

"I'd hate to deprive others if they need help. Let me check with the ladies, though."

"Prudent, Mr. Billings."

"Hey, Jasmine?" Dustin muted his phone and turned toward his one-time best friend.

"What's up?" Jasmine turned back toward him. She'd been staring out toward the coast a couple of miles away.

"Mr. Bill can't make it out here because of the wind for a few days, and his helicopter is needed south of us. Some flooding in the Appalachians, so they need to make supply drops for aid. Are you ladies okay with being stuck with me for a week?"

"We're still supposed to be competing for a couple of weeks. Up to the Canadian border and back a ways. Is there enough food and bedding?"

"Yeah, I'm prepared."

"Margeaux and Isolde are going to be a little miffed at missing out on time with their hubbies at a couple of the stops." Jasmine sighed. "Especially Isolde, she and Greg are trying to start their family. If you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I think I get your drift."

"Give me a minute to discuss it with them, but I'm pretty sure they're going to want to stay if it means that Mr. Bill can bring comfort to anyone else."

"Sure thing. It really is good to see you again, Jasmine."

Dustin spoke with Mr. Bill about the severe weather preparations, and his boss reminded him to check the beacons and lights. The beacons served as a backup for ships that experienced issues with their GPS systems. The shoals around Shining Hope were dangerous for boats large and small. As evidenced by a boatload of rowers ending up on my shore.

"I talked to the ladies, and their decision was unanimous." Jasmine came back a minute later.

"One sec, Mr. Bill." Dustin held up a finger to Jasmine to warn that he needed to finish with his boss so he could listen to Jasmine.

"Take all the time you need. Francesca's inspection of the helicopter takes a while." Mr. Bill chuckled lightly.

"Sorry, Jasmine." Dustin apologized for what felt like blowing off his once-best friend.

"Don't worry about it, Dusty." Jasmine grinned.

"What was your unanimous decision?"

"What do you think we decided if it was uncontested, and it's me with one of those decisions?" Jasmine asked with an eyebrow curling up from under her sunglasses.

"Oh, I have an idea, but I need to hear it vocalized," Dustin smirked.

"Of course, we said to help the flood victims before coming for us." Jasmine bounded over and swatted him on the shoulder.

"Ouch!" Dustin overreacted to the attention again. "You haven't changed that much in a decade." He smiled. "Mr. Bill?"

"Yes, Mr. Billings?"

"The ladies are fine waiting a week for their rescue."

"Excellent. Are the ladies and Pippa getting along?"

"You know her, give her a little attention, and she's their best friend."

"Of course she is. Be good, Mr. Billings. Make sure everything is battened down before the storms roll in this evening."

"Will do, Mr. Bill. You and Francesca fly safe, alright?"

"She'll make sure I do." Mr. Bill said with absolute sincerity as he hung up.

"I guess I'd better show you gals the island since you're going to be here a while." Dustin tried to give an appearance of being put out by the prospect of a week with the ladies, but his mouth kept quirking into a smile.

"Sure, first, though, how?" Jasmine stepped closer.

"You'll need to be more specific."

"How in the world were you here to rescue us?"

"I'm the lighthouse keeper." Dustin shrugged. "I learned how to conduct rescues in the Coast Guard, and I did take applied engineering at Yale. I had the requisite skills, with a little specialized training, so Mr. Bill hired me for a two-year stint. I needed time alone after..." Dustin trailed off as he tapped his artificial limb. "How in the hell did you end up on my island?"

"Wind and rogue waves pushed us away from the coast," Jasmine explained as she pointed across the water to the rugged Maine shoreline. "We got smacked into the shoals one too many times, and the boat broke up."

"At least you picked the right island. Help me put this stuff away?"

"Sure."

It took a few minutes to stow the gear. Conversation flowed as if he and Jasmine hadn't spent a decade apart. She didn't ask him about his missing limb, which was refreshing, as that was usually the first question he would ask anytime he ran into someone he knew before the injury. Dustin had explained it so much that it felt rote.

"What are these?" Jasmine kicked her trainers on a stack of metal near the entrance to the long, thin shed beside the diesel generator. "Siding of the lighthouse?"

"No, that's all brick and stucco." Dustin shook his head. "It's for the solar arrays. We need to protect them if a strong enough storm hits. There are some similar for the small array closer to the lighthouse. I haven't had to use them yet, but I practiced with the ones near the house so I can get them covered quickly." He said as he gave Pippa a pat on the head. The curious dog was apt to follow anyone who moved.

"By yourself in a storm?" Jasmine shook her head.

"Yeah, if I have to?"

"You don't worry about being the tallest thing around and holding big pieces of metal in a lightning storm?"

"I... I hadn't thought about it." Dustin shrugged. "Come on, I need to get you ladies settled and finish prepping for the forecasted storms."

"Is there enough room for us?"

"Yup, there's a bunkhouse attached to the lighthouse. There are eight double-stacked beds."

"Eight? There are nine of us."

"Eight stacks, sixteen beds."

"Oh, good. I think Sloane and Astrid were sharing a bed anyway. It's been kinda their thing since the first time we did this event five years ago. Getting put on the Misfits was how they met."

"How come they both have engagement rings?" Dustin asked as they exited the shed. "I thought only the one who got proposed to got a ring, at least until the wedding."

"Since they met on the first trip, each of them decided a proposal during last year's trip was in order. They seem to share a brain cell or two, so it wasn't a surprise that they both picked out a similar ring for the other." Jasmine laughed. "I wasn't on that journey last year because I was neck-deep in doctorate stuff, but Celeste and Amara sent pictures."

"Has it been the same crew this whole time?"

"Viv and Celeste came the second year. Amber agreed to come back for me last year, but she was pregnant this year."

"Why are you gals the Misfits?"

"Do we look like we belong at an elitist function?" Jasmine arched an eyebrow again.

"You have a point." Dustin couldn't help smiling around Jasmine. She and Mikey were the only things he wanted anything to do with from his childhood. Being naked around her was never forgotten, but it was comfortable.

"Ready to see our luxury accommodations, Misfits?" Jasmine asked as they rejoined the group. Pippa returned to the ladies and hadn't stopped chasing the ball, then came back to drop it in front of a different woman. The goofy golden was doing an admirable job of keeping the ladies entertained.

"Better or worse than the summer camps we've been staying at?" Vivienne asked in her alluring French accent.

"I have a TV and internet." Dustin shrugged.

"What about a phone? I'd like to call my husband." Margaux asked.

"If you know their numbers, you can take turns with my cell phone. I need to plug it in." Dustin grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. "While not the most lavish space, I think you ladies will be comfortable."

Dustin took the crew back to the lighthouse and the attached bunkhouse. "I guess there's sheets and blankets if you ladies would like to make togas or something."

"Nah, it's Nude Day!" Isolde answered for her crew.

"Yup, this is comfy." Celeste shrugged.

"There are showers with plenty of hot water." Dustin pointed out the large combination locker, restroom, and shower off the side of the bunkhouse. "There's plenty of body wash and shampoo, even if it smells a little unisex."

"We'll make do, thanks." Amara nodded.

"Over here is the gym. I'm sure the rowing machine will get plenty of work over the week."

"Dibs on first." Celeste raised her hand.

"Feel free to explore anywhere other than the lighthouse spire itself. I can take you ladies up there, but there is delicate equipment at the top, so it would be happier without disturbance. I try to avoid going up to the tip-top more often than I need to, but there's a great view from the observation deck."

"Thank you, Dustin." Sloane nodded.

"There's food in the fridge and freezer over here." Dustin led them out to the half-flight of stairs from the bunkhouse to the older part of the lighthouse. His bedroom was located on one side, while the living space and kitchen were situated on the other. "Help yourselves, we have plenty. I'll work on a loaf of bread after I check on a few more things on the island."

"Can I borrow your phone?" Isolde asked.

"Of course, here's the charge cord and PIN in case it locks on you. I'll leave you ladies to it so you can get settled. There's bad weather due in tonight, so I need to make sure everything is secure." Dustin turned to leave.

"Need some company?" Jasmine asked.

"Wouldn't complain since Pippa seems more interested in your crew than puttering around the island."

"I'm better at conversation."

"True, but Pippa's an excellent listener." Dustin shrugged. "You are easier on the eyes, though. Sure you don't need to make any phone calls? Let anyone know you're safe?"

"Nah. If Mr. Bill lets the event know we're safe, that's good enough."

Jasmine - A few hours later

Talking with Dustin as he roamed the island and secured everything against the coming storm felt natural, as if they hadn't been apart for a decade. Jasmine was reticent to get too profound too quickly. If they had a week together, there would be time to ask him about his artificial limb or cover what happened a decade ago. For now, she was just happy to have her best friend back, even if it was a small dose.

Other than the missing limb, the decade had been very kind to Dustin. He was the perfect blend of toned and muscular without looking like he starved himself. Jasmine imagined all the hauling and wood chopping that had to sculpt him. His all-over light tan spoke that he spent his time outside, but didn't neglect the sunscreen. The lack of tan lines declared that Dustin spent much of his time on the island in the buff.

Unlike his brother, Dustin's strong chest had none of the coarse, dark hair that smattered across the younger Billings' brother. It was a good look with Dustin's shaved cock. Always looks funny if a guy has a hairy chest and no pubes. She thought silently.

In its flaccid state, Dustin wasn't impressive, only a couple of inches that had behaved quite well around naked ladies. Jasmine knew from experience that the unexcited state rarely translated to overall size when it was time for fun. She'd been with growers and showers in her love life.

Dustin's legs and rump were well-toned. The black artificial limb did look a little strange on him, but that was more due to remembering all the years without it. He didn't seem to be bothered or slowed by it, with only the barest of hitches to his gait from it.

The man was the epitome of Jasmine's ideal of a masculine archetype. He was clean-shaven, with short brown hair that he must have kept trimmed himself. Dustin had a ready smile and easy laugh around her, reminding Jasmine of so many good times when they were younger. His blue-green eyes had looked incredible when he took off his sunglasses during the tour of the lighthouse. They still had that enchanting glint to them when he smiled.

During their last summer together, Jasmine had harbored such a crush on the man. If she had her current confidence, she would've acted on those feelings. Back then, though, she'd tried to be coy and drop subtle hints of her interest. Dustin seemed oblivious to all her moves. It wasn't out of rejection or a lack of caring. He didn't seem to understand that Jasmine was as into him as he was into her.

"Shit," Dustin mumbled as he looked back toward the coast. They'd nearly finished their circuit of the island. "Does that sky look green to you?"

"A little." Jasmine nodded. A few sprigs of lightning forked out of the clouds as she watched.

"Shit." Dustin jogged toward the lighthouse, his gait getting a little more unsteady.

"What's up?"

"My captain always told me to beware of green skies. It meant hail was incoming." Dustin yelled over his shoulder. "I need to get the solar arrays covered!"

"What about the light?" Jasmine asked, holding down her chest as she tried to keep pace.

"It needs to be on during the storm, and if the hail can bust the thick glass up there, we've got other problems. I do need to turn it on!" Dustin yanked open the door to the lighthouse. It squealed in complaint. The thick metal moved well enough, but no amount of grease could keep up with a century of use. "My phone?" Dustin asked the ladies who had gathered in the living room around the TV, all save for Sloane and Astrid.

"Here, what's up?" Celeste hopped up and handed him his device.

"Green sky and thunder," Jasmine said for Dustin as he tapped on the device.

"Fuck, hail!" Margaux replied. She was from the Midwest and was no stranger to stormy weather.

"Severe thunderstorm warning with baseball-sized hail!" Dustin's eyes bulged as he looked at the radar app.

"A big metal and brick building seems pretty safe." Margaux looked around at the living space.

"Not for us. For the solar arrays! I have a diesel backup, but that fuel won't last all week. I'm alright with roughing it, but the lighthouse still has a job to do. I need to get the arrays covered!" Dustin set his phone on the shelf. "Should have fifteen minutes, won't cover them all, but I can get a few." Dustin stepped over to the door to the spire. "Light on first."

The metal stairs rang out like discordant bells as Dustin scaled the spire.

"You reward him yet?" Amara asked with a smirk.

"Reward him?" Jasmine feigned ignorance. None of the ladies had been discreet when whispering about how they wanted to reward their savior.

"Give him a little something something." Celeste thrust her hips to emphasize.

"You were going to get laid on the island." Isolde grinned.

"Not yet." Jasmine shook her head as the clanging stairs got louder again.

"How can we help?" Priya asked as she hopped off the oversized round couch.

"Can you ladies handle the smaller array? There are metal covers and gloves under the eave closest to the array." Thunder rumbled around them to punctuate Dustin's request.

"Think we can handle that." Margaux nodded.

"Make sure that Pippa stays with you and you're all inside as soon as you get those covered. Where are Astrid and Sloane?" Dustin asked just in time for Sloane's pleasurable scream from the bunkhouse to inform him. "Oh. Make sure they stay inside, too. I have got to get to the bigger array!" Dustin moved toward the door.

"I'm coming with you!" Jasmine declared and took off in his wake.

"Are you sure? I can cover them myself." Dustin tried to stop her.

"You look strong, but there are a lot of panels and not much time. Waste it arguing with me, or get moving!"

"More hands make light work." Dustin nodded and broke into a jog once they were outside the lighthouse. "Move with purpose, don't panic." He mumbled.

"What was that?" Jasmine asked as she kept pace.

"Reminding myself to keep from panicking. That's how people get hurt." Dustin grimaced.

Jasmine wondered if he was referring to the injury that cost him his limb, but now wasn't the time to pull that thread. She watched her footing as nature put on a fireworks show around them. Halfway across the island, just as they emerged from the strip of forest, the wind roared toward them. Jasmine had to hold down her breasts as they hauled ass across the uneven ground.

"Keep up, slowpoke!" Dustin looked back with a grin. That was Jasmine's favorite line when they were kids, and either Mikey or Dustin fell behind on some adventure.

"Trying! If you haven't noticed, I have big boobies and no support!" Jasmine giggled.

"I had noticed that. Very nice boobies."

"If I had a sports bra, I'd run circles around you!" Jasmine defended herself and then blushed, hoping that she wasn't making light of his injury.

"Sounds like a challenge for another time." Dustin nodded.

Minutes later, they arrived at the shed. Jasmine went to grab the first panel. "I take one end, and you get the other?"

"Wait, gloves!" Dustin threw a pair of thick leather gloves to Jasmine. "That metal is sharp! The last lighthouse keeper had scars to prove it."

The aluminum panels weren't heavy; they were just unwieldy. Jasmine had no idea how Dustin would've even gotten one of the arrays covered by himself. The rain started to pour as they finished the second row. By the time they covered all four, they were soaked to the bone. They ducked back into the long maintenance shed just in time for the hail to start plinking off the new armor.

"Nice job!" Jasmine held up a hand for a five in the shed.

Dustin didn't miss a beat, their leather gloves coming together with a slightly muffled clap. "Thank you, Princess."

"You're welcome, Dusty!" Jasmine grinned if he was going to use a teasing nickname, so was she.

"I was afraid we'd lose the touch after a decade without practice."

"Nah, we always had great timing." Jasmine nodded.

"Unlike you and Mikey."

"We were always a little off." Jasmine smiled as she squeezed rainwater out of her hair. "You and I, though..." She stared into Dustin's brilliant eyes and bit her lower lip, hoping that he would catch her hint. She wanted the kiss that she'd never gotten a decade ago.

Dustin looked like he was going to do it, lean in, and embrace her, when a fist-sized hailstone bounced into the shed beside them. "Holy shit!" It was the size of his thick fist, not her dainty one.

"Think that would leave a bruise."

"Or knock me out!" Dustin pointed out the opening as they sidled further into the structure. The massive hailstone wasn't alone. Tiny balls of ice were piling up like snow. The occasional gigantic one thudded down, sending densely piled smaller ones flying like bowling pins.

"If I hadn't come with you, you'd still be out there." Jasmine winked at Dustin.

"Thank you again, Princess."

"What's in this?" Jasmine tapped a cabinet that had been blocked by the stack of metal protection for the solar panels.

"I've never gotten the whole stack of covers out of the shelter." Dustin blinked for a moment. "I've only practiced the protocol." He stepped over to the cabinet and unlatched the door. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me!"

"What?" Jasmine bounded over to peek.

"This would've made this morning much easier!" Dustin pulled out climbing harnesses, carabiners, and a helmet.

"Yeah, but then Isolde couldn't have shown off her knots!" Jasmine giggled.

"Why didn't the last keepers show me this?"

"Must have forgotten. At least you know now."

The pair talked for a few more minutes as Dustin inspected the climbing equipment. He said it was good stuff and compared it to some of the things he'd used in the Coast Guard. Dustin talked about some of his rescue operations. Jasmine shared her experience in the rowing competition and how the Misfits came in second a few years ago.

"Think it's letting up. We should probably get back to the lighthouse between storms." Dustin said as the rain turned into mere drizzle.

"There's going to be more than one?"

"They were training, but this looked like the strongest one."

"It's nice hanging out alone, but it smells a bit like fuel in here."

When they got back to the lighthouse, the girls were gathered around the TV. Astrid and Sloane had joined the huddle.

"Where's Amara and Celeste?" Jasmine asked as she watched Dustin open the door to the spire.

"Making dinner. Amara found ingredients for her fish tacos." Margaux looked over.

"Oh, delicious. She cooking for everyone?"

"Of course. She's already making a rotation for kitchen duties." Sloane nodded.

"Wouldn't be Amara if she wasn't."

"You reward Dustin yet?" Priya looked up with a wry smile.

"Not yet."

"Then it's Vivienne's turn."

"No, give me more time! We got distracted by the rainstorm."

"You just want to monopolize him!" Vivienne argued. They'd started this argument earlier while Dustin was letting the girls get settled. Four of the girls, not counting Jasmine, wanted to reward their savior. A lack of condoms did little to discourage rewarding the man.

"What are you going to do with him?" Jasmine asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I can still give oral without condoms! He seems like the type to reciprocate." Vivienne reposted.

"Is he?" Isolde asked Jasmine with a grin.

"I wouldn't know..."

"Didn't make a move on Dustin before?" Margaux put an arm around Jasmine.

"No." Jasmine sighed. "I was young, and we were stupid. I thought dropping hints was good enough, but he was unaware of my clues. Give me tonight, okay?"

"Why should we?" Priya took a bratty tone. "We each get a turn to reward him, and you got to go first. You had today, Viv has tonight, I get tomorrow."

"If Priya takes a turn, we'll all get to watch." Sloane giggled.

"Probably, that was fun last year," Priya smirked. "I came so hard with a clapping audience."

"If..." Jasmine shook her head, holding up her hands in surrender. "If you give me tonight, I promise each of you who wants it will get a turn. And you all know what a Jasmine promise means, right?"

"What do you say, Viv? You're the one giving up priority."

"It was just going to be oral." Vivienne shrugged. "Make it worth my while, say a bottle of wine when we get back to civilization. Though it's not just me that you need to be bargaining with. Priya, Celeste, and Amara should get a turn before it comes back to you."

"I could be persuaded to abdicate my turn for a bottle of Scotch." Priya nodded.

"You know what Celeste and Amara are going to want," Isolde said with a nod toward the kitchen. "Probably demand payment before your turn."

The girls turned their vision toward the television and dropped their line of conversation when they heard the tell-tale ringing of metallic stairs from the lighthouse spire. Pippa hopped to her feet, tail wagging.

"The lighthouse survived without much more than some new dings and dents in the walkway," Dustin announced as he walked back into the living room. "Not done with storms yet, but that looked like the only real hail producer."

"That's good," Isolde said.

"Yeah. Was Pippa good for you ladies during the storm?"

"Took some convincing with treats to keep her from following her father," Priya said. "Didn't much want to go out once it started raining."

"The goof hates water falling from the sky but swims whenever she gets the chance." Dustin laughed. "I'd better take her out before the next storm."

Dustin - A few hours later, after giving the ladies some privacy

The night air was pleasantly cool since the storm passed, so Dustin made the climb to the top of the lighthouse. A level below the bright light sweeping out a warning to passing ships was a ring around the structure that provided an unobstructed view of the churning waves below. Stars speckled half the night sky while lightning rumbled in the tall anvils of the storm clouds moving out to sea. The waxing gibbous gave enough reflected light to see some definition in the clouds.

They're going to be here for a week. Dustin shook his head. They certainly found a way to entertain themselves. The enthusiastic screams of the women filled his bedroom as they made love in the bunkhouse half a story below him. It didn't seem to bother Pippa, who was curled in her dog bed, as it was way past her bedtime. I hope Jasmine's having fun.

Although there were nine attractive young women stranded on his slice of paradise, Dustin's thoughts were roiling about Jasmine. She may have been a few years older than the stereotypical porn fodder of college girls, but there was no question that she got her looks from her mother, who was once a model that corrupted her father and pulled him off his life's path At least that was according to the man's uptight family, and the uncle that raised Jasmine.

"It's gorgeous out here!" Jasmine appeared behind him as if Dustin's thoughts had summoned the beauty. After her outburst, she stood still in the arched steel door frame, the light spilling from inside, making her a silhouette, save for when the beam of light passed overhead, illuminating her incredible figure for an instant, then fading again with each rotation.

"Yeah," Dustin said as he struggled to pull his vision away from his childhood friend. The decade apart had been very kind to the woman. Back at the prep school, she'd yet to grow into her tall body. The last time they'd been together was a party before she went to Brown. It had been mere weeks before Dustin dropped out of Yale to join the Coast Guard. Dustin had barely kept himself from kissing the beauty that night.

The red dress that Jasmine wore that night still throbbed in Dustin's memory from time to time. There was no doubt that she was cute a decade ago. The prettiest woman I'd ever seen. Dustin thought. That was until today, when she graced his presence again.

"Can I join you out here, or is it a private balcony?" Jasmine leaned out the door, which looked like a bulkhead in the clipper Dustin had served on. The hatch could be sealed against any of the harsh weather conditions common on the coast, like the earlier thunderstorms. It was marred by new dings but otherwise intact and no worse for wear.

"It's a security hazard, but I suppose you're cool. Come on out." Dustin turned around and leaned over the tall rail to prevent himself from staring.

"It's peaceful up here." Jasmine stepped beside him and leaned over the rail, the position highlighting her terrific breasts. The roundness of their form was barely suspended above the black painted metal rail. Her dark colored nipples were precisely positioned at the apex of the swells, where the beautiful slope started up to the delicate gold necklace around her neck. It was the locket with pictures of her parents that was constantly on her.

There were a few times in their adventures around the Hamptons when that most critical piece of jewelry got snagged on something. Yet another time, the clasp broke, and he had to assist her in combing the trail they had been on until they found the locket. That was the critical piece. Dustin gifted her with a replacement gold chain so her uncle wouldn't snap at her again. I wonder if that's the same braided gold ten years later.

Dustin shook off the memories coalescing in the night and looked back at Jasmine. He thought that the nipples looked bigger and harder than earlier, but decided he must be imagining. "It was." He teased with a laugh.

"I know, I know, the tomboy neighbor girl always crashing into your boys' club." Jasmine turned her hypnotic almond-shaped eyes toward him with a smirk.

"Hey, that was Mikey that complained, not me!" Dustin contended and got a raised eyebrow in response. "Mostly Mikey! I'll admit I did complain a time or two when the elementary boys made fun of me for hanging out with a girl, but I grew out of that, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you mostly redeemed yourself by the time we said goodbye." Jasmine gave him a shy little smile. "Look at those storms go! I thought we were going to get caught out by the solar panels in the hail before we got things covered."

"Thanks for helping with those, you saved my ass."

"It's a nice butt. Now we're even. Thanks for pulling us out of the water, Dustin." Jasmine looked down at her tennis shoes and swayed back and forth with both hands on the rail. "I don't know what we would've done if you didn't swoop in. All our clothes and phones are probably getting torn up by lobsters on the bottom of the channel now."

"You're welcome, Princess." Dustin smiled as he wrenched his eyes away from her swaying bottom and looked back across the water toward the storms.

"I hated that nickname as a girl. Thought it was a comment on my social status. Like I was on a pedestal. I never wanted that life. I wanted to be a normal little girl. Okay, maybe a normal tomboy." Jasmine shook her head with a wry smile. "It was okay when you said it, though."

"It was from Aladdin! Princess Jasmine!" Dustin defended. He and his siblings had a nanny who loved Disney movies. Looking back, Princess Jasmine had been his first crush in any medium as a boy. Aladdin was one of their nanny's favorite films to show them. She had the cartoon, too, where Jasmine became even stronger. "You know, most little girls liked being princesses. Jasmine was a kickass fighter, too."

"I know that now, but I hated being separated from the ordinary girls. I was so sheltered from what was normal. Hanging out with you and Mikey was an oasis from my strict, regimented life. I could be myself around you two." Jasmine sighed. Her uncle had been hard on her after her parents died. "The light makes it kinda difficult to see the stars, doesn't it?"

"There is a much better view past the trees. I go out there to watch meteor showers sometimes."

"Oh, that was always fun." Jasmine grinned. She, Mikey, and Dustin used to lie out on a big blanket in the Hamptons when their families summered near each other.

His favorite time out on that blanket was their last summer together when Mikey blew them off to hang out with friends. It was just Dustin and Jasmine on the blanket, talking about hopes and dreams when they finally escaped from the enormous shadows cast by their families.

Jasmine had only graduated from high school, but she could debate ethics and philosophy with the best of Dustin's classmates at Yale. She was brilliant, adventurous, and hypnotically beautiful. It was the first time he felt the desire to kiss her, but he held off, not wanting to destroy the fleeting sliver of summer remaining. He thought there would be more summers together. Next summer we'll both have college experience. Dustin remembered thinking.

"You ever pull out your camera?" Jasmine turned toward the storm clouds and mimed taking a picture with the big DSLR aimed toward the storm clouds. Her strong back and dimples of Venus distracted Dustin for a moment.

"No." Dustin chuckled. "Not for lack of appreciation for it. I brought it with me, but my dumbass forgot to bring the charger. Keep meaning to requisition another, but I always forget before the delivery arrives."

The camera had been an expensive gift from his parents when he graduated from high school. Before I became a disappointment to them.

"Too bad. Remember trying to capture lightning from those summer storms before Mikey and I went to college?" Jasmine turned to him with a bright smile.

They'd set up the camera on a tripod as a thunderstorm rolled slowly toward them. Dustin set the aperture and iso so the shutter would be open for thirty seconds. Each of them took turns with a bet on who could capture the most lightning. Jasmine won that contest. Dustin and Mikey had to buy ice cream that night after the storm rolled through.

"Hard to forget that summer, we had some good times, didn't we?"

"The best. Then someone had to go to basic and drop off the face of the earth for a decade." Jasmine flexed her fists on the railing. "I could have used you a few times in those years."

"Sorry, when I told Dad, things didn't go well, and your uncle..." Dustin swallowed hard. "He was always a piece of shit though. I shouldn't have blamed you with everyone else."

"No, you shouldn't have. I could have used you and Mikey when things with my uncle finally went south for good." Jasmine shook her head. "Enough of that for tonight, though, we only have a few more hours of Nude Day to enjoy."

"You know, just because it isn't Nude Day tomorrow, I'm not going to get a sudden influx of ladies' garments on this rock."

"Lucky you." Jasmine giggled. "You going to do the chivalrous thing and join us in our shame?"

"Don't know if you've noticed my lack of tan lines." Dustin stepped back from the railing and pointed up and down his body.

"One of several things I've noticed about you in that outfit. Like the nice chest and tight butt." Jasmine winked at him. "The shaved manhood was a surprise."

"I like to be naked and don't much care for short and curlies ending up where I don't want them."

"You don't have to sell this woman who keeps it waxed on the virtues of the lack of pubes. Especially when she probably likes being naked as much as you." Jasmine smirked as she stroked the soft skin above her womanhood. Her tan lines were in the shape of an enchanting pair of booty shorts. "It's a good look for you. Don't think it would've worked if you had a hairy chest like Mikey, though."

A surge of jealousy blasted through Dustin, but he did his best to hide it. He wondered if his brother had experienced Jasmine in her finest ensemble, but taking a breath before reacting reminded him of how much time the three of them had spent in swimsuits that last summer in the Hamptons together.

"It's a perfect look for you, Princess." Dustin grinned as he checked her out. The way she was standing, turned slightly toward him, was begging for him to stare. "Are you really a nudist, too?"

"Uh-huh. Started as a little rebellion from my uncle when I was home alone. I really liked to skinny dip. You and Mikey almost caught me a couple of times. Lucia did, but she didn't mind." Jasmine's cheeks reddened enough to see them even in the low light. Lucia was her uncle's maid and the closest thing she had to a loving parental figure. "Kinda wished you would've that last summer. Just you, Dustin."

"Damn, maybe I'm not that lucky." Dustin chuckled and rapped on his artificial leg.

"Kept it up after I pushed the bastard out of my life. Money's not worth it." Jasmine contorted her face like she'd just sampled something rancid.

"No, it's not." Dustin agreed.

"I do miss Lucia, though."

"She was a kind woman, even to the bratty neighbor boys."

"I wasn't a virgin, you know. I was eighteen, you weren't going to take advantage of the poor girl just on the verge of college. If you caught me skinny dipping alone, I wasn't going to let you leave without fucking you." Jasmine turned bright red. "Sorry, I had such a crush on you, Dustin."

"Huh." Dustin blinked in disbelief. He'd thought the butterflies he'd felt around her had been one-sided. "It was reciprocal. I thought my awkwardness was very evident."

"It is looking back, but I was as clueless as you back then. Missed opportunities." Jasmine sighed and turned back toward the ocean. "That storm's pretty now that it's not trying to kill us." She went back to leaning on the rail. Dustin couldn't help staring at her plump booty and thought he was imagining a sheen on her pussy. Her tan lines were even more enticing from this side.

Do something. Don't shy away like you used to. Dustin implored himself to make a move. There had to be a reason that she was up here instead of down partying with her rowing mates. Say something. Dustin begged himself. She just said she had such a crush on him.

"Almost as pretty as you, Jasmine." The words fell from Dustin's mouth, causing his heart rate to pound. She didn't seem to shy away from him or his recent deformity.

"I am pretty hot, aren't I? I bring all these attractive women with me, and I'm the one you stare at and spend your time with." Jasmine looked back and waggled her booty. She'd never lacked confidence. "The last decade has been very kind to your body, too. It's starting to get chilly out here. If there were only some way to warm up." She bit her lower lip.

"I could think of something." Dustin leaned in and kissed her behind the ear, her enchanting scent filling his nostrils and causing his cock to get harder than he'd ever been in his recollection. It only took a single sniff to utterly transform him.

"Mmm..." The simple kiss summoned a moan from Jasmine. "Could you?"

"Wanna have sex?"

"Smooth, Mr. Billings."

"Sorry, thought we were sharing a moment." Dustin took a step back.

"We were. Not the most charismatic delivery." She giggled. "I wasn't saying no." Jasmine twisted around to wink at him. "It was the whole point of coming out here. I was the one who won the argument about who would reward our savior. Though I need to amend what I want to do. I don't want to have sex, I want to get fucked."

"Really?"

"Don't tell me you weren't curious that last summer together." Jasmine wrapped herself around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Her unadorned lips were plump and needy. Her breasts pressed against his chest, short-circuiting all thinking. "Why do you think I was in a bikini so much around you? I tried to send you so many signs."

"I was oblivious back then."

"Just back then? You missed the signals when we were hiding in the maintenance shed from the hail!" Jasmine leaned in for another mind-bending kiss. "I was only looking for a kiss then, as the smell of diesel fuel isn't an aphrodisiac, at least not for me. An ex-boyfriend might disagree with that sentiment."

"I'm a little out of practice." Dustin defended, but that was the end of the conversation.

"Let's change that. I need this cock in me." Jasmine squeezed his manhood as she bit her bottom lip.

Dustin pushed Jasmine against the railing, she raised one leg, perching her foot on the bottom rung of the safety rail and opening her pussy up to him. Jasmine curled a finger to beckon him forward. Since his first sniff of the woman's intoxicating scent, Dustin had been incensed. He stepped closer, coating his cock in the slickness of her womanhood. She was so wet that she was dripping on him.

There was no foreplay, not this time. Dustin had to crouch slightly to align himself to enter Jasmine then drove his cock deep into her pussy, there was a brief yip of complaint in his stump, but he ignored it. He went slow, but didn't stop as Jasmine's heat and vise-like tightness surrounded him.

Jasmine's eyes went wide as her short fingernails bit into his back. Once he was buried as deep as he could get, Dustin leaned in to find her lips, tongues battling around each other as his hips reciprocated, moving his cock in her.

"Oh! Saying the... first one... should be a freebie?" Jasmine gulped for breath when the kiss broke, a shudder pulsing through her. "Been... a while for me, too. Hard and fast... I need fucked. I'm sure you're good for two." Her look of slightly pained pleasure was already burned into Dustin's brain, as was the sense of pride. The ecstasy was far more prominent, and he was the one causing it.

"At least."

"Fucccckkk!" Jasmine screamed into the night. "You're bigger... than I ever dreamed you'd be." She whined as her core shimmied. Jasmine needed this as much as he needed her. "FUCK ME! Just don't cum in my pussy. Not this time!"

The thought of getting a condom out hadn't even crossed Dustin's mind until she mentioned needing him to pull out. He'd never gone without, but there weren't any on the island, at least none that wouldn't fall apart at the lightest touch. He was pretty sure that there were a handful of prophylactics in the WWII supplies, but those were eighty years old. No condom with Jasmine felt natural, as if this was the way sex was always supposed to feel.

There was something primal about this meeting of their bodies. Both participants needed to fulfill a desire that had been put on pause a decade ago. Dustin leaned back to marvel at the incredible form of his estranged friend. Jasmine moved her hands to grip the rails and push back against every thrust. She needed him deep in her pussy. Her excitement was so palpable that it was dripping off his testicles.

Each time the enormous light, part of the solid beam reflecting on the humid air, passed by, it was like a strobe light, capturing a glimpse of Jasmine stretching around him. She may be tall and toned, like all the rowers, but she was also thin. Her pussy looked simultaneously too small to take him and stretched around his cock with aplomb.

Every foray into her womanhood was accompanied by a moan and the shaking of her breasts. Dustin had to reach up and fondle them with one hand as the other grabbed the railing, letting him pump as much speed into Jasmine as she could take.

"OHH!!!" Jasmine wailed in just a minute of them starting. Her vagina clenched and released on him as her breasts quaked. Dustin pushed as far as he could and experienced her intense orgasm from the inside. Her back arched as she screamed out behind them like a foghorn warning not of encroaching land but incredible bliss.

Dustin had to wrap Jasmine in his arms and pull her back from the rails, her toned legs flexing around him. A brief moment of clarity was needed to keep her from toppling them both into the abyss and the rocks below.

Jasmine opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around him. He twisted around so that Jasmine's back was against the ancient façade of the lighthouse, ignoring another burst of pain from the stump of his fake leg. More! A voice yelled in his head as he started hammering into her pussy again.

The princess met his lips with kisses akin to a minigun in numbers and intensity. She moaned when their lips finally parted to catch their breath. Dustin wanted this to last forever, but his body wasn't going to let him. It had been too long since he'd had sex, and no lover had the incredible charisma of Jasmine.

Leaning back a little, allowing the exterior of the lighthouse and Jasmine's palms to force against a striped trim detail to steady them, Dustin slid a hand around from her hip. He traced down the crease between her toned abs. It wasn't a six-pack, but there was a visible divide between the two vertical muscle groups. They flexed as she toyed with him using her pelvic muscles.

Jasmine lurched, eyes going wide as Dustin found her clitoris. "Unh!" She shouted as she moved one arm off the trim and scratched at Dustin's back again. Faster, he pounded his hips until his dream woman shuddered in ecstasy. This time her climax was more intense, but far quicker. Her vagina rhythmically torqued down on him as she gasped, eyes clenched as if she was trying to fend off a flash of light in the wee hours of the morning. Her legs shook, rattling against Dustin's hips.

Every part of his lizard brain wanted Dustin to push deep again and savor in Jasmine's bliss, but if he did that, he'd go against her vehement request. He pulled back a bit, leaving only half his shaft buried in her, and had to bite his inner cheek to keep from spilling his seed inside Jasmine. He remembered how vital promises were to the woman. No getting lost in passion.

"Feet down." Dustin requested in a gentle tone as soon as Jasmine opened her eyes. Jasmine nodded and complied, allowing Dustin to pull out of her without her losing her balance. He intended to grab his cock and aim it toward the metal grating that served as the deck. Cumming on Jasmine didn't seem right.

Jasmine had other plans. She crouched on the balls of her feet and sucked the head of his cock between her lips. Both hands wrapped around his shaft as she stroked him. Her tongue wriggled around the ridge of his crown. Her almond eyes shone by the beam of the lighthouse on each rotation.

It was Dustin's turn to grip the thick piece of wooden trim detail as Jasmine squeezed his testicles lightly, his knees went weak as his body let go. A burst of lightning reverberated off his spine as the first blast rocketed out of him into Jasmine's mouth. She squealed in delight and giggled, both muffled by his spasming cock. Her hands squeezed in rhythm to each jet of sperm filling her mouth.

Each time Dustin ejaculated, there was another intoxicating muffled giggle. His legs shook. "Gah! Unnk!" He gasped. His body wanted him to shove his hips forward and drive his spraying cock down Jasmine's throat, but he refused. She meant too much to him, and that wasn't something to surprise a girl with if they weren't into it.

A dozen blasts rippled through his body before a pleasant haze settled over his nerves. His body was saturated in bliss. Jasmine swallowed theatrically before leaping to her feet and wrapping her arms around him. Her kiss was tinged with a hint of his salty release.

"I'm not done with you." Jasmine grabbed his hand and pulled him into the lighthouse. Dustin plodded along behind her, excited for where else the night might take them.

Jasmine - A few heartbeats later

Climbing up the winding staircase to the top of the lighthouse had been much faster than the descent. It wasn't that Jasmine had run up the stairs to speak with Dustin, far from it. She'd made plodding steps as her thoughts boiled in her brain. No, the leading cause for additional time on the descent was the frequent stops to make out.

It didn't seem to matter that the stairs were thin or that each had just experienced a robust orgasm; the passion still needed an outlet. Jasmine had never experienced anything with half the intensity of their coupling. Her crush had simmered for so long, and instantly it was not only reciprocated, it seemed to be so much more.

I've never cum that hard. Their intercourse had bordered on brutal, but it was precisely what Jasmine had needed. It typically took a long warmup and plenty of foreplay for her to orgasm. She'd dissolved into ecstasy in a series of brief, frenetic strokes.

"Whoa, look who's raring to go again already!" Jasmine giggled as she toyed with Dustin's hard cock on the landing at the base of the tower.

"You have that effect on me." Dustin pressed her against the wall for another series of kisses.

"Bed and more sex, now!" Jasmine snapped toward the open door and pointed toward his room. "Oops!" She blushed when she saw Isolde and Margaux sitting in the living room, watching the late news on the TV.

"Get it, girl!" Isolde laughed.

"He's huge!" Margaux dropped her jaw.

"Move!" Dustin ignored them as he held is cock close to his body and jogged toward the bedroom.

"She's a lucky woman. Could you take that?" Margaux asked before Jasmine could regain privacy. "It would be fun to find out if I weren't married."

"He'd split me in two!"

Jasmine quickly shut the door. "Sorry about that. Guess they know we're having sex." She shrugged as her cheeks burned. "You do have a really big cock, though." She pushed Dustin, and he toppled onto the bed. Pippa looked up from her dog bed before lying down on her side. She sighed loudly before going back to sleep.

"Do I?" Dustin asked as he leaned up to accept another offered kiss.

Jasmine leaned over the bed to meet his lips before she straddled his torso. She'd known that she was going to have sex when she climbed the stairs to the lighthouse, and the crush that she had on Dustin was still smoldering. Then they kissed for the first time. The power in their lips meeting floored her. It didn't matter that she was only on the island for a week; she had promises to keep. This was far more profound than anything else had been.

"Biggest I've ever seen and Margaux had..." Jasmine trailed off for a moment, hoping she wasn't betraying her fellow Misfits' trust. "Let's just say, experience before she got married. If she thinks you're massive, you are."

Dustin looked incredible beneath her. His taut muscles looked to have come from work and training, not merely from the small gym on the island. Blue-green eyes sparkled between kisses. Jasmine worked her hips up to move up and down his cock without giving it entrance quite yet. She loved the way those smoky eyes reacted as she teased him.

"Have to take your word for it."

"Any bigger and you wouldn't fit in my vagina." Jasmine kept rubbing herself against him, letting his cock poke between her labia. His hands explored her breasts with a smile on his face.

"That'd be a shame. It's a spectacular vagina."

"I'll have to take your word for that, but..." Jasmine moved back a little she didn't need to reach down to guide his cock in, it seemed to seek her out. She went slow this time, savoring the sublime pressure as Dustin filled her. "Oh! I've always been a fan of her."

"Fuck, Jasmine!" Dustin moved his hands down to her hips.

"Mmm..." Jasmine moaned as she took Dustin's cock as deep as possible. "We did that earlier." She smiled down at her crush. "I have other plans for you now."

Jasmine didn't let him reply, leaning down to meet Dustin's lips as she bucked on him. He met every movement with a thrust into her pussy, enhancing the alluring friction that forced Jasmine to stop kissing him and sigh. She leaned up and away from his lips, even if the sensation of his chest against her, heart thrumming in time with hers, felt exhilarating. Being that close was great for many things, but she wanted to ride him hard.

Other nights, her breasts flopping harshly on each circuit might have Jasmine reaching up to absorb the shock, but it was enhancing things this evening. She may regret it in the morning; however, tonight the discomfort was transmuting into more bliss coursing through her system. She repositioned her feet so that she could quicken her bucking even if that meant that Dustin's cock wasn't as deep in her pussy in the new stance.

"Oh!" Jasmine shouted as she ran her fingers through her hair, corralling it over her shoulders so it wouldn't impede her view of Dustin or his sight of her body.

Dustin's room was clean and well-organized for a guy who hadn't expected visitors. Probably from his time living on a cutter. Jasmine decided. She'd seen his bedroom in the Hamptons and back home a few times, and it had always veered closer to the stereotypical chaotic teenage boy's room.

There were photos on canvas covering the walls, the tall mountains and rugged coastlines looked like they had to be from the West Coast, and probably further north than the contiguous United States. Where was he based in the Coast Guard? She wondered before the sensations she and Dustin were summoning brought another moan.

The queen-sized bed didn't dominate the space despite the lighthouse being well over a century old. There was a writing desk in the corner beside an open window out toward the sea. A white and silver laptop sat atop it, as did a series of photo frames that Jasmine couldn't see from this angle.

Across the room was a pocket door to what had to be the restroom. I wonder if he has a shower or if Dustin has to use the oversized shower on the other side of the bunk room. On the Western side of the room was a nook that held Pippa's dog bed and a dresser with a mirror, which fascinated Jasmine.

For years, Jasmine had dreamed of sex with Dustin. Even after they lost contact, the man would make appearances in her fantasies. Those dreams hadn't imagined Dustin being so well-endowed or clean-shaven. Or... Jasmine didn't shy away from looking at the artificial limb that had never been imagined. It took some getting used to as it didn't fit into the image and history she had with the man, but it was nothing to drive her away.

Jasmine leaned back, her hands pushing off Dustin's thighs as she changed the angle his cock slid into her. The man took the hint that she hadn't realized she was giving, his skilled fingers found her clit. "Fffff... ffuck!" Jasmine stuttered as ecstasy lanced through her.

"Holy shit!" Dustin exclaimed. "This is the greatest view in the world!"

"Right there, Dustin!" Jasmine screamed as her next climax started to coalesce within her. The man had once used those skilled fingers to significant effect on a guitar, which irked his parents because they didn't think the instrument was dignified. Years of practice obviously made his digits dexterous enough to keep on target despite Jasmine's manic bucking.

"Cum for me, Princess," Dustin said, as Jasmine leaned forward. His fingers stroked her button like fingers on a detonator.

A shudder blasted out from Jasmine and caused her to slump over into Dustin. He wrapped his arms around her and held on as Jasmine screamed formlessly toward the closed metal door to Dustin's bedroom. Her first two climaxes tonight had been like uncorked champagne that was shaken furiously. After years of longing and a day of anticipation, it seemed like nothing could beat those marks. This was better.

A light show more dynamic than that produced by today's series of thunderstorms or the enormous light rotating atop this structure blared through Jasmine's clenched eyelids. Waves of ecstasy rolled like the tall waves that doomed her rowing shell this morning, drowning anything that wasn't bliss from her nerves. Dustin didn't stop stroking into her as her pussy torqued down on his cock.

"Good... god... Dustin!" Jasmine struggled to regain her breath once the incredible orgasm finally released her from its grip.

"You're an incredible woman, Jasmine." Dustin pulled her down into a kiss before he surprised her by rolling them to his left.

"Whoa!" Jasmine giggled. She was having a hard time believing that the maneuver was successful, and Dustin hadn't needed to pull out to accomplish it. "It is about time that you do some of the work."

"Hate for you to think I'm lazy." Dustin leaned in to collect another flock of smooches from Jasmine. He wasn't moving much inside her, but that was fine as she needed a bit of a break without losing her sense of being full. "Making you cum is addicting." The man leaned up, putting his weight on his arms on either side of Jasmine on the bed. His strokes picked up speed.

"Pretty addicting on this side of things, too." Jasmine nodded.

"Good, I want to make you do it a lot!" Dustin slowly picked up speed, his long thrusts employing all his impressive length. His cock was shiny and streaked from Jasmine's superfluous honey and more than a bit of his precum.

"I like that plan." Jasmine chuckled and leaned up on her elbows to find his hungry lips. "We only have a week and a lot of missed sex to make up for!"

"Think I'm glad you wrecked your boat." Dustin smiled. His body looked even better with a sheen of sex-earned sweat.

"So am I. So long as it involves washing up on your island."

Within a minute, the pair found another intoxicating rhythm. Dustin stretched her in ways that she's never felt, causing nerves that had always been soloist in Jasmine's vagina were joined into a complementary chorus. She did her best to hold down her breasts and tease her nipples as she danced and shimmied with every movement. The kisses flowed like drinks at an open bar wedding, and Jasmine cherished each one of them.

Moans and sighs filled the room like a symphony as Dustin worked. The man was more than just an impressively sized package. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was driving Jasmine mad in the best way. Speedy thrusts brought her closer to her next climax, but the long, slow strokes compacted the potential bliss into a tighter place.

"OH!" Jasmine shrieked as a burst of pleasure sizzled through her. It wasn't an orgasm, but her next was quickly approaching. She pressed her legs against Dustin as if she were spurring her steed for more.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"Pippa? Not now!" Dustin stopped his strokes to silence his pup.

"Woof!" Pippa continued, undeterred. She pranced in front of the bedroom door.

"She need out?" Jasmine asked.

"Pippa, can't you see that Jasmine and I are trying to have sex?" Dustin asked as he pulled out and rolled toward his good leg.

"Woof!" Pippa sat by the door, wagging her tail.

"Alright, alright!" Dustin got off the bed and picked up a book that had fallen in front of the door from the little bookcase beside it. "There you go, Pippa." Dustin opened the door, and Pippa sauntered out of the room.

"She need to go out?" Jasmine pushed up on her elbows.

"No, that's not her 'I need to go out' bark." Dustin shook his head and closed the door behind the pup. "I think someone was making too much noise and disturbing her slumber." He climbed onto the bed beside her and found her lips.

"Someone? I don't think it was me causing those noises." Jasmine turned on her side to face Dustin.

"Forgot how much you loved to argue and win." Dustin chuckled. "Oh!" He gasped when Jasmine found his ticklish spot on his ribs.

"I didn't forget where that was."

"Hmm... if I recall correctly." Dustin reached over and tickled the spot on her shoulder. "Yup, right there."

"I'm hard to forget." Jasmine grinned.

"These tan lines are going to be burned into my brain." Dustin explored her breasts with his gentle hands. "A tankini? It might look even better than that bikini."

"A sports bra and little shorts that I wore most days after we did our rowing."

"Bet you make it look super sexy."

"Think my bikini is sexier."

"It does occupy another permanently etched part of my mind."

"You know I'm naked right now!" Jasmine shook her head. "And you're stuck on the clothes I'm not currently wearing!"

"I'm stuck on everything about you!" Dustin leaned in for another kiss.

"Lucia helped me buy that bikini," Jasmine said. She missed Lucia but understood that her loyalty to Jasmine's uncle was out of necessity. The woman who was more of a parental figure than anyone in Jasmine's life, but needed to keep her job to provide for her family. Lucia sent the occasional letter, but they'd only talked a few times since the falling out.

"Really?"

"She wanted to help you see me as a woman, not just your tomboy best friend."

"Too bad I didn't get the hint back then." Dustin looked away.

"No, no regrets now. We can't change the past. All we can control is the present and hope that guides our future the right way."

"Speaking of which, we were in the middle of something when some rude pup interrupted us."

"I do require an orgasm or two more."

"Perfect. Since I'm utterly addicted to you, I need to return the favor."

Jasmine rolled onto her back and spread her legs again, expecting Dustin to resume his position before they were rudely interrupted by Pippa. The man found her lips but his cock didn't return to its post; instead he trailed kisses down her body. His fingers traced around Jasmine's petals before one strong finger plunged into her.

"I needed more cock!" Jasmine complained.

"In due time, this guy needs a rest for a few minutes." Dustin tapped his manhood with his free hand. "Pippa helped us out. I was like three strokes from having to pull out."

"You didn't need to pull out, not when I was so close to the biggest orgasm."

"Really!? I've never..." Dustin paused and blinked.

"Neither have I, but if there's anyone to share that first experience with, it's you, Dustin."

"Something to look forward to, but I need a taste first."

Dustin - A little later

"Oh!" Jasmine yelped. Her fingers tangled in Dustin's hair as she pressed his face against her delicious womanhood.

Dustin readily obliged her need, plunging his tongue between her labia and circling around her clit with his fingers. Guitar lessons have to come in handy at some point. It wasn't something that made the helicopter ride across from the mainland, but the limb independence that he'd learned with it had come in handy when he wanted to impress a woman. He could tease a nipple with one hand while doing tight circles around her nub.

Every lick brought with it another ample helping of Jasmine's nectar. Dustin greedily lapped it up as if it were manna from the heavens. Not far from the truth. He kept to himself. The closer that her brought Jasmine to climax, the tighter her legs enclosed him. It wasn't a big deal when she was riding him or up at the top of the lighthouse, but she was encircling his ears.

That wasn't enough to dissuade Dustin from his pursuit. Thoughts about what tonight meant would have to wait until tomorrow. She probably wants nothing to do with a guy who's stuck out at sea for another two years. He couldn't imagine her waiting for him, not when she had to have so many better options closer to her. Later. Dustin silently admonished himself. If he didn't stay in the moment, he wouldn't get to the place where the worry was warranted.

"Ffff..." Jasmine spat and sputtered as she curled up and slammed down on the bed. Whatever Dustin was doing was working for his angel. Her knees spread out as Dustin released some of the pressure. He planned on building her up to her strongest orgasm. His anatomy needed a break before he returned.

Jasmine's hips bucked into him as he slowed down, twined with her insistent fingers, and tried to get Dustin to renew his efforts, but he needed to tease her a little longer. I want her to beg. He thought. There was a fine line to walk between driving the feeling higher and waiting too long to give her what she needed.

"Please, Dustin." Jasmine whimpered when she evidently got frustrated with her other methods of encouragement.

"Please, what, Princess?" Dustin paused to ask.

"I need this!"

"Still not explaining." Dustin grinned.

"Make me cum or I'll do it myself!" Jasmine's brown eyes burned as she curled up again.

"Soon enough." Dustin smiled and tucked back in for more of a meal. A pair of fingers moved inside her tight quim while his lips circles her clitoral hood. He ran his tongue around her hard pearl and was rewarded with a hiss like noise as she sucked air through her teeth.

Even if Dustin had bragged that it was soon enough, he didn't have any desire to keep her waiting too long. He sought the perfect spot on her vaginal walls with a pair of curling fingers. Jasmine's legs went out wider as she shrieked and grabbed his navy-blue comforter in her balled fists. Interesting, not every outburst causes her to crush in on me. Dustin made a mental note to explore later.

Slowly, Dustin added suction to the equation. Jasmine's hips shimmied in a new and peculiar way. Dustin was being cautious as this technique was a favorite of one former girlfriend and overwhelming for a subsequent woman.

"Yes! Right there! Right there!" Jasmine left no doubt where she fell on that spectrum. "Harder!"

Unsure of which thing Jasmine was demanding increased intensity on, Dustin moved his fingers faster in her pussy while increasing his suction. He didn't have to do it for long as a shudder started to roll through her, out from her core. A scream blasted through the room that had to leave the girls in the bunkhouse no doubt that she was cumming.

Jasmine thrashed and tangled in Dustin's comforter as her pussy clenched and released on his probing fingers. It was a more powerful feeling on his cock when he'd been lucky enough to cause it earlier, but this was spectacular too.

"Stop, stop!" Jasmine ordered as she quaked, one hand swatting him away from her clit. "Too much!"

"Sorry." Dustin shook his head. Guess she doesn't like the suction to continue after she starts climaxing. It was a difference from the other girls that he'd been with who wanted the technique.

"Keep... fingers... moving!" Jasmine managed to gulp out, jumbled in her incoherent screams.

Dustin kept his fingers on target as Jasmine writhed. Her wiggling body danced hypnotically as he wrung bliss from her body. He kept his finger moving, but crept up her shuddering body so he could pounce with a kiss as soon as she opened her brown eyes.

"That was amazing!" Dustin grinned as he leaned down to meet her lips.

"Mmm... your lips taste like pussy." Jasmine giggled.

"Sumptuous, right?" Dustin leaned in for another kiss.

"Uh-huh. Damn, you're good at that."

"Helps to have the right partner."

"Uh-huh. I need more cock!"

"That I can provide."

"Want to try doggy now that the critic has left the room?"

"Fun. Don't think Pippa had any opinions on technique. Just that someone was a little loud and disturbed her sleep."

"I know you like looking at my bottom," Jasmine smirked. "Caught you staring at the big gal a few times today."

"How could I not?"

"It's okay. You had to catch me returning the favor several times." Jasmine slithered out from beneath Dustin.

"Nope, you must be stealthier than me."

"It was quite the topic of discussion amongst us gals." Jasmine looked over her shoulder as she got into position in front of Dustin, shaking her round bottom. Her pussy glistened between her thighs begging for Dustin to impale it.

Dustin didn't reply vocally to the last comment; instead, he gave Jasmine's booty a light but loud smack. There was a brief yip of complaint from his stump as he scooted closer to Jasmine and aligned himself with earthly nirvana. This time, he went slow as he pressed into her tight womanhood. Jasmine had other plans, pushing back against him until he was surrounded by silky heat.

Grabbing her hips, Dustin picked up speed quickly. Each thrust on his part was met with a sharp push against him by his incredible dream woman. He had to grit his teeth to ignore more pain lancing out of his partially amputated leg. It was aiding in the pressure to ejaculate being forced deeper into his psyche.

Their bodies clapped together as neither was doing more of the work in this position. Jasmine was giving at least as much as Dustin was. Looking over to the mirror on the dresser, Dustin was mesmerized by the way Jasmine's breasts moved with each motion. Even as firm and perky as their perfection was, they couldn't resist the power of their bodies coming together.

"Oh, fuck, Dustin!" Jasmine yelped as her arms collapsed against the bed, pressing her harder against Dustin.

A sharp sting of pain shot out of his stump like a bolt of lightning. Dustin did his best to push the distress away as Jasmine seemed to be enjoying herself tremendously. It's helping. He embraced the pain as it aided him in fending off the inevitable. He had to hide a grimace as Jasmine's brown eyes met him in the mirror. Shifting slightly, Dustin found a leg placement that didn't cause the sharp blasts of pain, though a dull ache remained.

Dustin moved his hand from her hip to find her button, as Jasmine found a new rhythm in the triangle configuration of her body. It changed the angle of her tunnel dramatically. The friction was different in her pussy, but every ounce as addictive. Especially since it pulled more moans and sighs from the princess.

Jasmine quivered when Dustin found her pearl again, her enchanting sighs shifted octaves. She added a wiggle to her hops that brought out one more change in friction. The dull ache in his leg sharpened once more, beating down the need to release, but making it a challenge to keep the discomfort from his face. He clenched his jaw and kept pouring attention on his partner.

"Are you okay?" Jasmine stopped and pushed up on her arms again.

"Fine." Dustin shook his head.

"No, you're not, Dustin. I know you better than that." Jasmine turned around, causing Dustin to fall free of her pussy's embrace. "That's the same grimace you had when you twisted your ankle on that hike." She recalled an adventure from their penultimate summer together, before the feelings and longing for her had fully manifested.

"I... I didn't want to miss out on any of my time with Jasmine."

"And how'd that turn out?" Jasmine took a seat at the edge of the bed and encouraged him to do the same.

"I was down for a week while you and Mikey had to go on adventures without me." Dustin sighed as he sat beside Jasmine.

"Uh-huh. That position hurt your leg?"

"It was, but it was also letting me last longer. This isn't fair to you."

"What's not fair to me? Having the best orgasms of my life?" Jasmine clutched his hand.

"That was fun, but I know it looks like I can do anything." Dustin shook his head. "No matter how good I get with this thing, I'll never be whole again." He knocked on his fake leg.

"Okay." Jasmine shrugged. "I'm not looking for perfect. I'm looking for everything you have: your strong, independent heart, your sense of humor, and your ability to debate and challenge me intellectually. I mean, you're fucking hot, and losing your leg didn't change that, but I'm looking for more than just your physical characteristics."

"But you were having so much fun in that position."

"Sure, and I have some ideas on how we can change that to accommodate you while still having fun. That'll be for another day, though. Doggy has another disadvantage, and no amount of accommodation is going to change that."

"What's that?"

"There's no kissing." Jasmine leaned over and met his lips. She pressed into Dustin, causing him to fall back on the mattress. The kisses continued as she wordlessly urged him to scoot up the bed. She was atop him, her warmth and booming heartbeat pulsing into him.

Jasmine smoothly straddled him without breaking the make-out session. She likes me, don't dwell on your woe-is-me bullshit. Dustin silently chided himself before leaning fully into the moment. Her velvet warmth surrounded him again before their lips finally parted.

"Good god, Princess." Dustin smiled at the person he hoped was his girlfriend. He was positive that Jasmine was the hottest woman in the world, and she wanted to share not just her body with him.

"This way you can't interrupt right before I cum." Jasmine playfully smiled.

The woman wasted no time getting into a rhythm. In this position, all the pressure was taken off Dustin's sore leg, and he was free to provide thrusts on the bouncy surface of his foam mattress. Glad I found one with some springiness. This was the chunk of foam's first workout, and it was handling things with aplomb.

Jasmine reached out and grabbed his arms without slowing her desperate bucking. "Here, part of me is a little sore after an eventful day, play a little shock absorber?" She placed his hands on her breasts.

"My pleasure." Dustin smiled as he felt the weight and heft of perfection. He did the best he could with his assignment while examining and teasing the peaks.

"Leaves my hands free to do other things." Jasmine smiled and moved a hand down to her pussy.

They may have already employed this position in this round of furious lovemaking, but that didn't mean there was anything else similar. The way Jasmine could buck and twist her hips was incomparable to any previous experience. Sighs, moans, and screams proliferated as she worked. Cowgirl must be her favorite. There was so much more that Dustin wanted to find out about his dream woman.

"I'm not..." Dustin stopped her a handful of minutes into the position switch. "I can't..." Jasmine had said that he could spill in her earlier, but there was no way he wasn't going to warn her regardless of how difficult she was making it to speak complete sentences.

"Neither am I. We cum together!" Jasmine demanded.

Dustin took advantage of moving his leg into a different position; another shock of bright pain lanced out, allowing him to hold out just a little longer. Jasmine's fingers were a blur as they tightly swirled around her clit. Just a little longer... Dustin urged himself. If this was something she was going to share with him, he would make it the best he could muster.

"OHHHH!" Jasmine shouted toward the door and collapsed on him again, her whole body shifting and shuddering.

Taking in the symphonic sensation of her pussy clenching and releasing around his cock was impossible as Dustin had held on for as long as he could. No amount of pain or distraction was going to be enough as he finally succumbed to the incredible feeling of Jasmine cumming. Dustin pushed as deep as he could, his cock seeking a little relief from pressure to deposit its payload deep within her.

"Gerrnnk!" Dustin groaned through clenched teeth as the first blast fired and filled Jasmine. His whole body seemed to seize with each blast that rippled through him. His ejaculation on the top of the lighthouse lost its rank as his most potent in surprisingly little time. He clutched Jasmine close as he shared the most intimate thing he could think of with his longest-simmering crush.

Jasmine's clenching and relaxing vagina seemed to find an exquisite rhythm with Dustin's individual jets. Each time it felt like she was too tight to allow a release, her tunnel would calm at the precise moment to summon the maximum amount of sperm from Dustin. The vibrant sensation ricocheted up his spine in irresistible waves. Each bounce came back harder through at least a dozen individual ejaculations.

Just when it seemed like the pleasure would never cease pulsing through his body, it started to ebb. Jasmine was atop of him, mewing softly through the last of her climax. Dustin could feel her hammering heart against him. One hand was on her taut bottom, the other hugged her close. One last quake passed through her body before her brown eyes opened. A bright but lazy smile tugged at the edge of her mouth.

"Everything you dreamed of?" Jasmine drawled as if her last orgasm had sapped all her energy reserves.

"Better." Dustin leaned in for another kiss. This one was slow but no less passionate.

"I concur." Jasmine slid off him and onto the comforter. "Hold me for a while, yeah?"

"Forever, if you need me to." Dustin turned to his side and pulled her close. They traded kisses and smiles for several minutes, basking in the afterglow and each other's presence.

"Wow, Dustin. I've never cum that hard."

"I know the feeling."

"Think you made me stickier than the soda fountain incident." Jasmine rolled back and pointed to the globs of white semen on her thighs.

"I've apologized for that, right?" Dustin asked.

"You have, but I know it was Mikey's fault." Jasmine smiled and gave him a wink. "Teasing was one of my less effective ways of trying to show you that I had a crush on you. I was going to take it all off if we got back to my pool and wasn't wearing the bikini under my shorts and T-shirt. Especially since Mikey decided to go hang out with Krista."

"Damn."

"It was way more fun getting sticky this time. It's probably best that I didn't try skinny dipping. That was the one day in the summer that my uncle let Lucia's family come take a swim. Of course, that was during his yearly business trip, so he didn't have to see Lucia as a person." Jasmine grimaced.

"You heard from her lately?" Dustin knew how important Lucia was to Jasmine. She was more of a house manager than a maid. The woman was the closest thing that Jasmine had to a mother since the plane crash.

"Uh-huh." Jasmine flashed a brief smile. "She writes me a couple of times a year."

"Email?"

"Nope, good old-fashioned, hand-written, and delivered with a stamp. I think that makes it harder for my uncle to track."

"She always had the prettiest handwriting. Is she still working for your uncle?"

"She is. Wants to get her youngest through college before she escapes his employment."

"That's too bad." Dustin shook his head.

"My uncle probably still threatens to deport her." Jasmine grimaced again. "She's a US citizen, but I think he'd try."

"Jackass."

"That's about the nicest descriptor I can think of for him." Jasmine sat up. "No more talking about him. I need a shower before bed."

"There's one in my bathroom."

"Goody, maybe we can take one together." Jasmine hopped off the bed and offered a hand to help Dustin up.

Jasmine - The next morning

"Woof!" Jasmine woke with a start far too early in the morning. Pippa was standing over her, aggressively licking Dustin's face as he played the role of the big spoon against her.

"Today, you wake up at dawn?" Dustin whispered as he pushed his pup away. "Careful, no stepping on Jasmine." He sat up, grabbed her collar, and guided her around Jasmine. "Off the bed and I'll get up, okay? Don't wake her up. She deserves to sleep in."

"Maybe, but she's awake." Jasmine stretched. "Light sleeper, and I get up every morning for rowing practice and a run. Pippa get you up this early every morning?" She asked as she saw the early hour in the cyan numbers of Dustin's alarm.

"She let me sleep in until six thirty yesterday."

"That's why we were on that rock for like an hour!" Jasmine giggled before rolling over to steal a kiss from Dustin's lips. The way he leaned back into the smooch left no doubt that the passion shared between them wasn't exhausted after last night's tryst. They hadn't been stranded for that long, but it was fun to tease Dustin.

"If Pippa hadn't noticed, you would've been out there longer."

"I knew I liked you, Pippa." Jasmine twisted back to arrest Pippa's pacing around the bed with a pat on the goofy golden's soft head.

"You can go back to sleep. I gotta go walk the island and see what the damage from the storm looks like. No sense in making us both get up at this ungodly hour, Pippa." Dustin shook his fist at his pup with a smile on his face. "Need to get both the solar arrays back online anyway since there are nine additional people who want to use some of the electricity."

"Want some company? I'm already up." Jasmine didn't wait for an answer as she bounced off the bed to find where she'd flung her tennis shoes amid fevered sex last night.

"I'm never going to complain about more time with you, Jasmine." Dustin grinned as he grabbed his leg from where he'd wedged it after their escapades last night. His missing limb didn't seem to slow them at all.

"I intend to give that a test over our short time together." Jasmine leaned across the bed to find Dustin's lips. "Give me a minute to clean up and brush my teeth."

"I'm not the one who's impatient." Dustin pointed at Pippa with a forced scowl. "If you get to brush your teeth, so do I."

"I wasn't going to say anything." Jasmine giggled as she slipped into the small, tidy bathroom attached to the lighthouse keeper's bedroom. Taking a shower together after sex had been an entertaining challenge in the small standing fixture. There was a ton of welcome caresses and kisses, even if his anatomy was too worn out to stand again.

I can't believe last night was real. Jasmine stared at her image in the mirror, seeing if the woman she'd been last night embarrassed her as she brushed her teeth. She'd pushed her boundaries so far as to shatter them last night. Dustin was one of the few good things from her upbringing, the other being directly responsible for marooning her on his island.

Life had been hard for her after her parents' plane crash. Her uncle never wanted the daughter he was saddled with by circumstance. Any imperfection was punished, not physically; he never touched Jasmine, but there was no warmth or love in his home. The bitter man was unhappy with his declining influence and blamed Jasmine for his lot in life. Still had more money than he could spend in his lifetime.

Jasmine's father wasn't supposed to fall in love with a model from Morocco while he was visiting Paris on family business. He was supposed to marry a wealthy socialite to unite the family with another old-money clan. Perhaps it was because that woman had zero interest in Jasmine's uncle, but she later heard from Lucia that her uncle had implored her father to divorce her mother. He had to stop when Jasmine sprang from the union.

The Billings boys were the only ones who didn't immediately turn up their noses at the brown-skinned tomboy invading their play space. Mostly. Jasmine smiled at her image. There were a few years when Mikey and Dustin, out at the Hamptons, thought she had cooties. Before the plane crash, they were a strictly summer-only treat. Her paternal grandparents watched her for a year before turning her over to her uncle.

The only bright spot was that the Billings boys became her neighbors. They didn't seem concerned with her not wanting to do the girly things that the other girls in school were into. She wanted to explore the family gardens and creeks around the property, rather than having tea parties or picking out frilly dresses. Dustin was her vocal defender and first crush. She had a couple more years with Mikey after Dustin went to Yale, but it wasn't the same.

Jasmine smiled at the woman staring back at her in the mirror. She'd learned to dress up, use a deft hand with makeup, and act like a lady, but Dustin wasn't concerned when that artifice wasn't present. He liked her without that and knew who she really was. Jasmine ran her fingers through her dark hair before pulling it into a ponytail. She'd been cognizant enough to leave a hair tie on the sink after last night.

Before last night, Jasmine had never experienced sex without a condom. She doubted that Dustin had brought a supply to an isolated island. Jasmine had never let a guy finish in her mouth, let alone swallowed sperm, but it felt right in the moment with Dustin. He needed a reward after the pair of screaming orgasms that he had catapulted her into in record time. They went slower once they reached his bedroom and the queen-sized mattress.

The still frenetic sex brought her a vibrant bouquet of potent climaxes. Jasmine wasn't sure if it was the physics of his anatomy or how he could use it that had caused her screams to overtake the ones coming from the bunkroom. Then there was the ending. Jasmine smirked. I can't believe I let him finish inside my womb.

Jasmine knew it wasn't just letting Dustin share just about the most intimate moment he could with her. No, I begged him to release in me. She'd been atop him, riding desperately, his ejaculation wasn't a surprise, but still, she welcomed it. Because it's Dustin.

The cheap toothbrush wasn't her typical electric one, but Jasmine was glad that Dustin had toiletries kits to provide each of the girls. I would've just stolen Dustin's if he hadn't. Jasmine smiled at her image as she spat the remains of toothpaste into the sink. Not like we haven't shared more than that.

In a flash, Jasmine could see a rewind of last night's cacophonous finale. She could feel him moving inside her, meeting every bounce with a thrust. Her pussy was completely full again, stretching at her limits. Dustin had his hands on her breasts as she strummed at her clit like she was trying her hand at playing a guitar.

With past lovers, Jasmine was strictly a lights-off or soft, romantic candlelight kind of girl, but with Dustin, she needed to see everything. Sweat made every bulging muscle on his fit body stand out. His blue-green eyes seemed to glow as he accepted every proffered kiss. Jasmine was probably imagining it last night, but it felt like his cock grew a little more before he unleashed a torrent of warmth deep inside her vagina.

The lurid details were still so vivid in her mind that Jasmine was soaked between her thighs. Almost as turned on as she had been when she made her promise with her fellow rowers. Sex with Dustin was as inevitable as gravity as she stepped up the winding stairs to the balcony beneath the light. She'd been so turned on by anticipation that she may have lasted a shorter time than the first time her high school boyfriend had sex with her senior year.

Fortunately, my night doesn't end when I climax. Jasmine smiled as she regained her composure. I'll need to fulfill my promise to the other girls. It didn't matter that she had feelings for Dustin or that she had the best sex of her life. She'd promised that she would argue for the other gals to reward Dustin much as she had. And hope that doesn't implode everything that we have built.

To Jasmine, a promise was sacred; it was an oath that must be kept. Her uncle's many broken pledges irked her, as did his expectation that she keep promises he had made on her behalf. Her parents' final promise might have been the one that made any agreement of hers ironclad. She would let her fellow rowers reward Dustin, but not before she had gotten as much of him as she could.

"My turn?" Dustin grinned and stared at her as she stepped out of the bathroom.

"Uh-huh. Don't forget to brush. If you want more kisses, that is."

"I'll make sure to brush twice." Dustin gave her ass a squeeze before stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door. "Maybe three times just to be safe!" His voice was muffled through the metal door.

Jasmine couldn't help snooping around the bedroom while she waited. There were no pictures of girlfriends. The only photo featuring a woman near Dustin was of her, Mikey, and Dustin together during their last summer. I looked cute in that bikini, and he filled out his suit perfectly. I wonder if he still has a digital copy. Most of the photographs from her youth disappeared as a casualty of her acrimonious separation from her uncle's estate.

A laptop was sitting shut on a desk situated below an open window, looking out at the ocean below. An open notebook had the scribblings of an outline in Dustin's all but indecipherable penmanship. Is he still writing?

Pippa followed behind her, tail wagging as she patiently waited for her human to take her outside. "You keeping Dustin from feeling lonely, girl?" Jasmine scratched the silly retriever behind her floppy ears. "Good girl."

"Ready? I'll bet it's a little cool out there this morning. You want a jacket or something?" Dustin opened his closet as he walked by it to offer some of his outerwear.

"Are you going to put something on?"

"Nope."

"Then neither am I." Jasmine shrugged, then spun in front of Dustin to reach up and pull him slightly down for a kiss.

"Thought you might say that," Dustin smirked.

His query was a variation of a popular question they had when they were younger. When Mikey or Dustin suggested that she couldn't do something, she'd ask if they were going to do it. If they were, so was she. It often ended in new bruises, scraped knees and elbows, or a muddy dress that Lucia graciously washed before she caught the wrath of her uncle.

"Are we making Pippa wait too long?"

"No, believe it or not, she has a doggy door and can open the bedroom door." Dustin tapped the L-shaped handle, which Pippa hopped on her back legs to open with a front paw. "If she had to go badly, she knows how to use it. She just prefers to limit my sleep." He reached down to pat the pup.

Once they left the bedroom, they were quiet as they crept down the half flight of stairs and out the front door. There was no movement from the bunkhouse yet, so Jasmine could dream that they had the island to themselves. Jasmine noticed the doggy door that she'd overlooked before.

"You get to do this every day?" Jasmine asked, relishing in the feeling of the morning sun on her skin. The shade was a touch cold, but out in the sun, it felt glorious. Yesterday was one of the rare chances she got to enjoy her nudity in the great outdoors. She stretched and reveled in the feeling and freedom.

Dustin reached over to grab her hand. "A lot of them. Not if it's too cold. Not if Mr. Bill or a delivery is due that day. I still don't want to get caught, but it's more comfortable like this, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Jasmine smiled shyly. "I do this most days at my apartment. Can't do it all the time because I'm a lady."

"I noticed that about you." Dustin chuckled. "I hope my slack-jawed staring hasn't been too much."

"If it were, I'd say something."

Jasmine knew she was different than most nudists. For them, being naked wasn't about sex; it was about freedom and feeling more comfortable without clothes. For her, there was always a simmering titillation when she was naked. Maybe it was because her love for being nude was something a lady was never supposed to do. Even her bikini drew the ire of her uncle and his girlfriend.

"How'd nudism start for you? I don't think you were one before we parted." Jasmine looked over to see her boy blush.

"I was. Only Mikey knew back then. My older sisters had been out on their own for years."

Jasmine could see the sneers on the pair of Billings sisters. They never cared for Dustin and Mikey hanging out with the tomboy. There were snipes and questions about her sexuality. She acted like a boy in their books, so she had to be a lesbian. Mostly straight. Jasmine nodded. She did occasionally indulge in sex with women, but that was a sprinkling of spice to her love life, not her preference.

"Huh, so I should have hung out around your house more often, and I could've seen this?"

"If you were lucky. Hardly ever a time when my parents or a housekeeper weren't around. You would've had a better chance if you had come up to my dorm room or apartment. This was all my first roommate's doing. Well, that and his girlfriend's sister."

"Oh!?"

"Pete, Stephanie, and Eliza," Dustin smirked. "Pete told me the first day, and I told him that it was cool but never intended to join in. I grew accustomed to seeing him hanging out naked, but things changed when Stephanie and Eliza started visiting. Amazing what peer pressure can do." He chuckled.

"Just like that, you were a nudist?"

"Still took time, but yeah. If I came back from class and the three of them were hanging out, the girls would put on their clothes. I asked Pete about it, and he said they felt uncomfortable because I was clothed. The next time they came over, I disrobed too. After a few embarrassing popups," Dustin blushed. "It was surprisingly natural."

"Isn't it?"

"Uh-huh. Eliza eventually became my first serious girlfriend. Oddly, sexy time rarely came about from hanging out naked, and never when the four of us were in the same room."

"I guess we should've covered romantic partners before we went at it last night," Jasmine muttered, then tensed when Dustin stopped walking.

"Don't think we were doing much considering last night. Are you dating someone?" Dustin's jaw tightened.

"Nope. Well, maybe." Jasmine wrapped an arm around him as she faked confidence. "Kind of hoping maybe you, after last night. Unless you have someone waiting for you when you get off this rock."

"No." Dustin wrapped her in his arms. "You know I'm stuck here for at least a year and a half, probably two. Think Mr. Bill wants to get back on a schedule of the keeper changing over during the summer, to acclimate before the doldrums of the winter."

"You better have good fucking internet. I expect a video call daily. Using my vibe is more fun with an audience." Jasmine smiled. Things might change later today when she had to tell Dustin about her promise to the other girls, but she would relish the possibility of a future when she could.

Dustin leaned in to meet her lips in a series of kisses, answering without words. They held each other for a few minutes.

"Last night was my first time in almost two years. Since Ron. At least with a guy..." Jasmine's cheeks were fiery. "I've hooked up with Celeste and Amara a few times. I don't date women, but sex with them is fun!"

"Wow." Dustin blinked, much like he had yesterday when he saw Jasmine. His cock twitched and started to ascend.

"Picturing it, aren't you?" Jasmine said with a grin. "Sometimes one-on-one, and others, all three of us get together."

Maybe I can use that. Jasmine thought as she pictured bringing Amara and Celeste into Dustin's bedroom. She could see Celeste riding Dustin as Amara played with Jasmine, switching partners until they were all satisfied and he filled Jasmine's pussy with a torrent of sperm.

"Wow!" Dustin repeated as if the idea had caused his brain to skip like a scratched CD.

"Please tell me you've had fun since Eliza."

"I did alright for myself before the accident." Dustin looked down and away. "I was engaged to Irena, but the relationship didn't survive my injury. Think that was more a product of my moping than anything else. I had one hookup with a Coast Guard classmate before I became the keeper. I thought it was going to be more than she did. What about you, any close calls with the altar or fuck buddies I should know about?"

"Ron was the guy who wouldn't commit. Dated him for five years. When I told him it was time to buy a ring or end things, he chose to end things. He used the excuse of Nude Day in Colorado to break it off, but I'm pretty sure that the ultimatum was the cause. Other than him, my uncle tried to arrange a marriage." Jasmine stuck out her tongue.

"Idiots, the lot of them."

"It's peaceful out here." Jasmine opined before she got stuck in her head thinking about the lewdness of a possible foursome that came cartwheeling back in. They walked past a small pond that hadn't been there before the rain. There was zero wind this morning after the storm passed. Pippa decided to swim across instead of walking around.

"It's what I needed. After the accident, I had to say goodbye to being a rescue diver. I needed time to myself to think and get used to this thing." Dustin bent down to tap his leg. "Glad I had Pip to keep me sane, though."

"What happened?" Jasmine asked with caution as she was certain that he probably had to answer the question too often.

"After getting through training, I was stationed in Alaska." Dustin gripped her hand harder as they started back across the island. "Several people said getting stationed in Alaska was a punishment, but I had my pick of assignments, and I wanted to be where the action was."

"That's why a chilly morning doesn't bother you."

"Yeah, part of the reason. We received a distress call that a crab fishing boat was taking on water and had a couple of crew members overboard. My helicopter responded while our cutter was getting into position. We got lucky and found the guys who had gone into the sea, picked up the pair, and began evacuating the crab boat. As an Aviation Survival Tech, I was the helicopter's EMT as well as the diver."

"Wow." Jasmine could picture him in his Coast Guard gear, making him even more heroic and attractive. "Is that what you want to do after being a lighthouse keeper? Be an EMT, I mean."

"Maybe. I thought about becoming a paramedic, but I don't want to slow anyone down."

"I don't think you would, considering how you got us out of the sea yesterday."

"One of the fishermen had a broken leg that I was able to splint, and the captain had a pretty nasty gash on his head that I had to dress as the Jayhawk pulled crew members off the ship. I'd just gotten the last person off the deck when it happened."

"I..." Dustin trailed off and shook his head. "I failed to follow my most ardent rule and went too fast. I was rushing without paying attention to the dangers of my surroundings. A wave caught the side of the floundering boat and threw a stack of crab pots overboard. The cable that held them whipped into my leg, and suddenly, a chunk of me was gone to the depths with the pots."

"Oh my!"

"You may not believe this, but I got extremely lucky."

"How so?"

"If that cable caught me higher or at a different angle, I may have lost both legs or worse." Dustin swallowed visibly. "Or if it had snared me, there was no way that my life preserver was going to be enough to keep me from going to the bottom of the Pacific way too deep and way too fast to be survivable."

"Huh." Jasmine couldn't help but see the awful event unfolding in her mind and suppressed a shiver.

"I had a tourniquet around it by the time my crew pulled me off the deck. I passed out, and when I woke up, I was in a hospital bed in Seattle. Tried to work at a desk in the Coast Guard while they were waiting for my stump to heal. It was as bad as being back at Yale. I need to get my hands dirty."

"I couldn't imagine."

"It wasn't all bad. I got Pippa, and she started to get me up and walking again. The pup needed to go out all the time, and I lived in an apartment." Dustin laughed. "Mikey flew in to see me. We reconnected. I can't blame him for my parents writing me out of the will and their lives. I asked about you, Jasmine. He told me what happened with your uncle and that you were gone with no contact information."

"Had to. My uncle wasn't thrilled at me trying to break contact with the family. Not after all, he invested in me. I needed freedom, and unfortunately, you and Mikey were collateral damage."

"That ends after this, right? I didn't realize how vital you really were until I saw you yesterday." Dustin let go of her hand as they got to the larger solar array. They walked up and down the rows to remove the protective metal from the panels. A plethora of new dings showed that the hustle to get them covered was necessary. They grabbed work gloves from the shed before they started to remove the armor. It was odd wearing only gloves and shoes.

"You have decent internet, right?"

"Satellite. Low earth orbit stuff, so the latency doesn't suck."

"Good. You're going to call or talk to me once a day until you get off this island. Do you have a physio?"

"Uh-huh. Telamedicine has been very important these last nine months."

"What about a therapist? Something like that has to be traumatizing." Jasmine looked up to see Dustin blush. "Sorry if that's too personal. That's what I'm working on my doctorate in. I can't be your therapist, I'm too close, but I hope you're seeing someone."

"I am, actually. More telemedicine. You almost have a doctorate?"

"Yup, one more semester." Jasmine nodded. "Going into psychology was one of the events that precipitated the severing of all ties with my uncle. He thought it was beneath me. That I should be going into business or law. If I wanted to be in medicine, I should be a medical doctor!" She huffed.

"Mental health is just as important as physical health!" Dustin nodded in agreement.

"Right!?"

It took a few minutes to remove all the panels, then stack and stow them in the maintenance shed, and several more minutes for Dustin to ensure that nothing vital had been damaged by the storm. Watching him in motion and working with purpose was another thrill for Jasmine.

While he was working, she found a clean blanket in the maintenance shed, the type that one could spread out for a picnic. It gave her an idea. The thought of making love to her new boyfriend had her wetter and more excited than last night. She wouldn't be going back to the lighthouse without another turn with him.

"Think that'll convince Mr. Bill to invest in an automated system to protect the panels." Dustin stepped in front of her, putting his hands on her hips before leaning in for a kiss.

"Everything working? Will the girls have hot water when they get up and shower?"

"They should. Could probably all shower at the same time. Mr. Bill keeps replacing the boiler with something the same size as when a couple of dozen soldiers were stationed here."

"We could all take a shower at the same time in that group shower? You wouldn't like to be surrounded by hot, naked, soapy girls?"

"I did have a lot of fun with one soapy girl last night." Dustin pulled her closer with his strong hands on her ass.

"What if you have fun with that girl, now?" Jasmine grinned and grabbed one of his hands, guiding it around her hip. Dustin's fingers glided around her abs, his warmth pressing into her. She hadn't realized how cold it was outside before his touch. "Feel how wet I am." Jasmine stared into Dustin's eyes as his fingers dipped under her waist and into her folds. "Umm..." She sighed as he pressed a finger deep into her womanhood.

The green seemed to flash in his irises as Dustin mumbled. "Jasmine..." His words sounded unsure, but his finger was anything but. A second finger joined the first as he explored.

"Oh!" Jasmine screamed as Dustin's thumb grazed across her clit. She leaned in and grabbed Dustin's broad shoulders to steady herself as she opened her legs a little further, giving him more space to delve. He didn't hesitate, clutching her close as his fingers moved.

"Holy shit, Princess." Dustin nuzzled close, lips kissing behind her ear. He had to know how that turned her legs to jelly. She leaned against him, her plan to seduce him forgotten as he toyed with her.

Dustin - A little later, at the top of the lighthouse

Looking at the place on the rail where his and Jasmine's relationship changed forever, Dustin couldn't help but have a brief shock of vertigo. Where they'd gotten together was the highest spot above the rocks. The tower itself stood almost ten stories in height. The decking he was standing on was a couple of stories below the tip of the tower. That measured the flat ground on which the structure was built. It was several stories above the sea at this point.

Dustin walked past a site that would doubtlessly cause his cock to twitch and rise for years to come. Another third of the way around the lighthouse was a spot that had been the previous keepers' favorite. A small table and a couple of metal chairs with thick cushions looked out toward the sweeping coastline in the distance.

Typically, Dustin didn't spend too much time at the top of the tower. Only when something broke, or routine maintenance was required, would he summit the spiral of metal stairs. Pippa refused to make the climb, and it didn't seem fair to leave her alone at the bottom for too long. He didn't have to worry about that now, as he had an entire rowing crew to dote on her.

Dustin set the thermos of coffee and a pair of mugs on the tabletop and put down his backpack before he settled into one of the seats. He hoped that Jasmine would get the hint that he had left her and that she would join him after her shower.

Jasmine. Her pretty name reverberated through his skull. He'd intended to come up here and do a little writing. He was working on a novel that told the tale of a Coast Guard rescue diver who accidentally stumbled upon a massive plot against Canada, Russia, and the United States. It blended the life he used to lead with further intrigue, adding to the pages' appeal and keeping them turning. The only thing Dustin could think of, though, was Jasmine.

Is she serious about dating me after she gets off this island? Dustin couldn't figure out how a beauty like her hadn't been scooped up by someone better than him. He was a broken man who was slowly healing with time away from the world that reminded him of the life he'd given up everything to achieve, only to have it robbed from him by freak circumstances. Dustin was happy now, but unsure that distance wouldn't sever the nascent relationship.

"Holy shit!" Jasmine said, pulling Dustin out of his reverie.

Leaping to his feet, Dustin's stump complained as he rushed over to see what had caused Jasmine to squeal. She was patting the rail where they had started the night before. A White towel was twisted around her long, straight, dark hair. She was only wearing it, sunglasses, her necklace, and a pair of shoes. Her residual tan lines stood out in the unshaded sunlight.

"Something wrong?" Dustin asked with a goofy smile. He doubted he could keep that from happening all week when he saw the angel who shared herself with him.

"It's so high out here! I couldn't see it last night!" Jasmine reached out to feel the sturdy metal of the guardrail as her eyes looked down to the rocky shore below.

"We weren't really thinking when we had sex last night."

"We didn't have sex out here." Jasmine shook her head.

"Umm... pretty sure I didn't dream that. I barely kept you from doing a swan dive as you came."

"Thank you for that, but no. We fucked out here." Jasmine giggled before turning his way, her expression sobering. "We had sex in your bed afterward, and this morning, we made love. Well, after you finger fucked me. That was fun!"

"Pretty sure each of those is sex." Dustin chuckled as he shook his head and motioned for her to follow him to the spot of peace on the balcony.

"They're all under the umbrella of intercourse, but they are very different." Jasmine took a seat with her back straight and legs crossed like a proper lady, even though she was naked.

"How so?"

"Fucking is frenetic with reckless abandon. No foreplay and brief. Not a complaint, as it's what we needed to get out of our heads, and you made me cum twice."

"It was fun." Dustin grinned and nodded. "Coffee?"

"Sure, thank you."

"Still take it with ludicrous amounts of cream and sugar?" Dustin unzipped his backpack to display a selection of sugar and creamer packets.

"Learned to drink it black at Brown," Jasmine said. "Besides, I think I've had my fill of cream for now." She winked. "I never swallowed before you. It seemed right. Don't expect it every time, but when we fuck..."

"Thank you for that." Dustin leaned across the table to kiss her. "I have even more to look forward to."

"Also, the first time I've let anyone..." Jasmine trailed off as she uncrossed her legs and circled her clit with one hand until her breathing changed, and a slight shudder passed through her. "Finish in her. At least without a condom and on purpose."

"Are..." Dustin started, but was concerned that he sounded like a worrywart. "Was that safe?"

"Yeah. I have an IUD. I'm... are you... I guess I didn't worry about it since it felt so natural... All of us girls must undergo a physical before the competition. I know we're all clean."

"I am. Part of the in-depth physical Mr. Bill insisted on before I got the job. I would've never done anything to hurt you, Jasmine." Dustin nodded and then switched topics. It seemed like they had covered all they needed to on the subject. "Suppose I could tempt you with this dose of sugar to soak some of the coffee, then." Dustin pulled out a pair of foil packets and watched as her eyebrows flew up, out from under her sunglasses.

"Are those?"

"Brown sugar cinnamon." Dustin grinned.

"You know you don't have to bribe me for more sex!" Jasmine giggled as she grabbed the packet from Dustin. When they were kids, Pop-Tarts were forbidden to them. Jasmine's uncle thought that they were beneath their station in life, so he refused to get them. Mikey and Dustin could rarely convince their family to get them.

"It's not the sex I'm trying to bribe you for. It's that smile that I've been hopelessly addicted to for so long."

"Saying you don't want more sex?" Jasmine asked as she beamed an incandescent smile at him while she broke the corner off her treat.

"Don't put it on record that I ever said that!" Dustin shifted in his seat as his anatomy stirred. "What are the other two distinct versions of intercourse?"

"Sex is still passionate with plenty of kissing and vigorous activity." Jasmine paused as she popped her breakfast into her mouth. "Loud, sweaty, dirty, but with considerably more restraint than fucking. The physics of fucking doesn't make it possible to carry on for long, while sex can. I had way more orgasms when you took me to bed."

Through Dustin's mind replayed the highlights of last night. The sights and sounds of him and Jasmine finally getting together. He could taste her furious kisses. One was enough to discombobulate him, pushing everything other than the need to mate with Jasmine out of his head. Her musk filled his nostrils again, both from her hair and when he went down on her. Those four senses together made reliving the feel of her against him palpable.

"Okay, I can see some logic in that." Dustin moved in his seat again. It was impossible to hide his erection.

Jasmine glanced over and then smiled proudly. "Then, this morning, we made love. Slow, sensual, savoring every stroke and bounce. A gradual build-up, with emotional closeness being just as important as physical intimacy. It's a type of intercourse that's only possible with someone special and my personal favorite. That's not to impugn the other varieties, they have their place, but when I came the same time you did... That was special."

"Beyond special, I've never had better." Dustin nodded as he sipped his coffee.

"Same. It was the most potent of my orgasms."

"Jasmine, I..." Dustin started to say something that was likely too much too fast for their young relationship, but his phone blared from his backpack. "It's Mr. Bill." His boss had a ringtone separate from all others, set at a higher volume, as Dustin had been close to getting caught in his comfortable outfit. "Hello, Mr. Bill, you're on speaker with me and Jasmine."

"Hello, Jasmine!" Mr. Bill's smile was apparent in his tone. The sound of whirling rotors announced that he was in his helicopter. "Are you and your girls settling in?"

"Dustin has been taking very good care of me." Jasmine winked at Dustin.

"Excellent. Are they giving my favorite pup enough attention?"

"As much as she can handle," Jasmine said. "She deserves it. Pippa was the one who saw us and alerted Dustin."

"I keep telling Dustin she's special. It's why I bribe her with a new toy every time I come by. How's the island look after the storm?"

"It's a good thing that Jasmine and I got the solar arrays covered before the storm came through. I think it's time to revisit those automated shutters. If I didn't have help last night, we would have lost the array."

"Damn. It's not that those aren't a great idea, getting construction crews over there takes a lot of coordination. I'll get on that when I get back up to Augusta. Is your food supply holding out?"

"As long as we're not stuck up here for a month, we should be good, Mr. Bill."

"Is the bedding good? How are the new mattresses working out?"

"My girls aren't complaining," Jasmine said, conspicuously not mentioning her opinions on them. Her smirk confirmed that she was enjoying being playful.

"Do they have enough clothing for a few more days?" Mr. Bill asked.

"No, but we're comfortable," Jasmine replied.

"You ladies don't happen to be comfortable in the same manner as Mr. Billings, do you?"

"We were celebrating yesterday's holiday when Dustin rescued us."

Dustin shook his head, but that only made Jasmine's smile widen.

"And what holiday would that be, Jasmine?"

"National Nude Day."

"Mr. Billings is a very lucky man."

"And I'm a fortunate woman."

"So, I'm going to need to bring changes of clothes for nine women when I come to pick you up?"

"Probably a good idea. It won't be Nude Day when you get them off the island." Dustin said with a nod that Mr. Bill couldn't see.

"Hate for them to get in trouble. Think I got off track, though. Do me a favor and double-check the diesel generator, Mr. Billings. Experience tells me that problems come in pairs."

"Will do. Where are you guys?"

"West Virginia. The flooding's bad. It's not going to be a problem, we spend a few more days down here delivering relief supplies, right?"

"Nope, we're out of the rowing competition already anyway." Jasmine shrugged. "Hate for you to stop getting people what they need on our account. Dustin is making us comfortable."

"Excellent. Dustin, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" Mr. Bill asked.

"Sure." Dustin picked up the phone and pressed the screen as he walked around the balcony. "Off speaker now."

"This is the same Jasmine Averill, right? The one you and your brother were always hanging out with as kids?" Mr. Bill lowered his voice as if that would help him from being overheard.

"Yes."

"Think that lighthouse may still have some of its magic left to give. Been a while since my lighthouse keeper left the island single. I seem to remember you three traipsing through my property and Jasmine glomming onto you. Treat her right, Mr. Billings."

"I will."

"Sorry about the surprise that we know that you're a nudist. My background checks are quite thorough, and I took a guess where she was leading the conversation. Be comfortable, Mr. Billings. Check out that generator and give me a call if you need me to bring a specialist when I come to pick the ladies up."

"Yes, sir."

"Have fun, Mr. Billings." Mr. Bill hung up before Dustin could reply.

"I get you in trouble?" Jasmine asked when Dustin came back to the table.

"No. Apparently, Mr. Bill remembers you from the Hamptons when we were kids and wanted to know if you were Jasmine Averill. I told him you were the same." Dustin grinned. He didn't want to go into the lore of the lighthouse and its hand in being the catalyst for romance, thinking that would put undue pressure on the burgeoning relationship.

"Good." Jasmine paused and stared into the coast beyond. "Mr. Bill is William Billinkowski, right? Always stayed two estates down from us in the Hamptons?"

"That would be him, yes."

"Remember when he caught us playing in the stream running through his property that last summer?" Jasmine asked.

"Uh-huh. We had perfectly good pools, but we were sneaking around to play in a creek."

"It was just you and me that day," Jasmine recalled with a wistful look in her eyes. "I was just about to lose my top when we got caught."

"What!?"

"Uh-huh. I wanted to skinny dip with you, and I'd finally built up the nerve about a month into the summer."

"Damn."

"Creeks didn't have our families hanging around them, making rude comments. Mr. Bill told us we could use the creek anytime, but to stop by the guardhouse on our way by to keep them from locking down the place." Jasmine moved the conversation back.

"That was during the lawsuit when he bought back his software company, and shareholders were angry about him not doing mass layoffs."

"Imagine being angry because you weren't firing people. Had former investors sneak in to yell at him, and they were worried one might do worse. My uncle always hated him. He was nouveau riche, though never flashy and showy like they complained about." Jasmine shook her head.

"My parents always complained that he paid his people too much and was driving up the cost of labor in the market. Since he retired and passed the company to his son, he's been trying to burn through his fortune on humanitarian pursuits. Sold his estate in the Hamptons to pay for a series of homeless shelters. He's living in his childhood home in Augusta. Says he and his new wife don't need more."

Mr. Bill had recently remarried. He'd lost his wife to cancer two decades ago and was wary about dating anyone else until he met Francesca, his helicopter pilot. The woman was retired from the Canadian armed forces and made Mr. Bill very happy. The two were constantly off on adventures in Mr. Bill's cargo-class helicopter.

"When are we going to check out the generator?" Jasmine switched subjects.

"In a bit. There's no hurry." Dustin sipped his coffee. "You put on sunscreen, right?"

"Uh-huh. I have no desire to get burnt out here while having fun."

The pair discussed plans for the day and the best sights on the island. Dustin had a plan to grill burgers, provided none of the ladies minded using thawed frozen buns. He had a fire pit that should light if he'd managed to keep enough of the wood dry after yesterday's storm. Jasmine asked about what life was like during the winter on the island.

"So, how's Mikey doing?" Jasmine asked after polishing off her second Pop Tart.

"Good. Running for state senate in Maine."

"Knew politics were in his future."

"It's the family business." Dustin nodded. "He's running as an independent and in the wrong state. That has to irk my parents."

"He seeing anyone?" Jasmine asked. "That charisma must have worked on some lucky woman."

Dustin felt a surge of unwarranted jealousy. Mikey had gotten two more years with Jasmine before things fell apart.

"Married his current campaign manager and then moved to Maine after his first term as a city councilor." Dustin nodded. He liked MJ, and she seemed to make Mikey deliriously happy.

"Mikey and I never dated. Don't think we ever shared a romantic thought. I'm not his type, and he's not mine. Everyone in high school thought we were made for each other." Jasmine rolled her eyes.

"What's his type?"

"Petite blonde lollipops." Jasmine giggled.

"Lollipops?"

"Uh-huh. Thin girls with massive boobs."

"MJ qualifies for that." Dustin shook his head with a chuckle. "She's also brilliant and the calming influence he needed."

"I didn't mean to imply that the woman couldn't also be more than her physical characteristics."

"I didn't think you did. What about your type? Why doesn't my little bro qualify?"

"You may think me vain, but I like guys that are a little taller than me, so I can wear heels without towering over them. I also prefer my beau to be clean-shaven, and Mikey always had at least a goatee once he was able to grow facial hair. I wasn't aware before, but I like them clean-shaven everywhere." Jasmine winked. "What about you? Everyone has a type."

"Tall girls with hypnotic smiles, brown eyes, adventurous spirit, and a stunning intellect. Almond eyes and permanently tanned skin are also giant pluses in my mind, and if they happen to be named Jasmine Averill, all the better." Dustin leaned over the small table and found Jasmine's lips.

"Lucky us..." Jasmine looked down and reddened.

"Was that too much?"

"No, I... I just have a few things that are scaring me."

"Oh?"

"I'm not... I'm not the typical nudist, Dustin."

"How so?"

"Most nudists, including my ex-boyfriend, are about freedom and comfort. Those are there for me, but..." Jasmine sighed. "Fuck it. I'm always horny when I'm naked. It revs my engine."

"Oh!?" Dustin smiled and leaned in for a kiss. "How fortunate for me."

"I said that Ron left me because of an ultimatum, and that's partially true, but I think the thing that broke him was going to Denver for a Nude Day celebration. He didn't like how I was always trying to sneak off with him for sex. I was too turned on by parading around in the nude for him."

"Don't think that's going to temper my feelings." Dustin grinned. "What else is scaring you?"

"You know how vital promises are to me, right, Dustin?"

"Of course," Dustin replied. "Oh shit, is this about me not coming back for winter break?" His heart rate accelerated. He couldn't reach back in his past and change how he reacted when he dropped out of Yale.

"No, you were in basic training in New Jersey and wanted nothing to do with your family. I'm not saying that promises from you aren't critical going forward, but any promise I make must be carried through."

"Okay..." Dustin raised an eyebrow.

"I made a promise before last night to the girls." Jasmine swallowed as she shifted her eyes to the coast in the distance.

"What kind of promise?"

"I promised them that they could reward you, too."

"Reward me? I was just doing what anyone would do."

"Yes, Dustin, reward you." Jasmine shifted her glare back toward Dustin. "With their bodies. It's a combination of rewarding you and missing out on party island."

"But I'm with you..." Dustin blinked.

"You are, yes, but this is with my full support." Jasmine squeezed his hand. "It's just Amara, Celeste, Priya, and Vivienne. Slone and Astrid have each other and don't like cock. Margaux and Isolde are married. We're all clean."

"You want me to..." Dustin babbled.

"Just Amara and Celeste tonight. The four of us can play together. With a few rules."

The image of Jasmine and Celeste on top of each other, making out as busy fingers worked in and out of their pussies, coalesced in Dustin's head. The contrasting pale skin of the redhead against Jasmine's alluring tan enticed him. The thought of Jasmine's firm breasts eclipsing Celeste's perky pair, hard nipples against each other, intrigued him. He would do his part with Amara, but what Dustin was really interested in was Jasmine in bliss.

"What rules?"

"Sex or fucking with the girls, never making love." Jasmine's mouth tightened; there was no levity in her request. "You save that for us."

"Okay."

"And when you finish, it's in my embrace." Jasmine uncrossed her legs and ran her fingers around her labia. She left no doubt where she wanted him to be when his stamina ran out.

"I thought you said you had your fill of cream." Dustin joked.

"For this morning, yes, but I know my appetite will need sating again by this evening." Jasmine winked hard enough that Dustin could tell even through her mirrored shades. "So, will you help me keep my promise to the girls, or do you need more convincing?"

Dustin thought for a few heartbeats, long enough that he was concerned about the silence dragging on. The idea of seeing Jasmine in ecstasy with another woman had him leaning toward a yes. However, Dustin was worried about harming their new relationship. His heart had never tugged at him as it had when he was with Jasmine. If this is what she needs.

"Kind of intrigued about what more convincing would be," Dustin said. "I also know how critical it is for you to keep a promise."

"It's pivotal." Jasmine nodded with a predatory grin. "Besides, it looks like this guy wants to have more fun." She reached over and grabbed his swollen shaft. "I'm better at thanking you after than I am convincing."

"Don't know if that's possible..." Dustin murmured.

"Oh, I'll prove it." Jasmine let him go. "That's for later, though."

"Okay." Dustin gulped.

"I have ulterior motives for my choice of Amara and Celeste." Jasmine returned to her proper posture with her legs crossed.

"What's that?"

"The other girls and I have the feeling that Celeste and Amara would make a charming couple. I think they just need another push."

"Sex with us would be that shove?"

"Uh-huh. We might be the right catalyst for them." Jasmine leaned over the table to give him a kiss and his cock a quick squeeze. "It's my turn for the rowing machine." She got up and left Dustin befuddled, staring at her perfect bottom as she walked away. The peeks of her pussy glistening between her cheeks said she was as turned on as him.

Jasmine - That night

"Ready!?" Jasmine stopped by the bunk room to collect Amara and Celeste. The girls were holding hands, sitting on Amara's bed.

"Is he?" Amara giggled as she stood.

"Probably not for the three of us together," Jasmine said as she held out a hand for Celeste to connect her to the chain of naked beauties.

"Have fun, girls!" Sloane grinned from her and Astrid's bed. They were curled up together watching something inane on the TV that Dustin had graciously moved into the larger public space.

"Can I go first?" Celeste asked. "I need to get fucked so bad and Amara's strap-on is nowhere to be seen."

"It's so much fun to watch you cum." Amara hip-checked Celeste lightly. "More fun to be the cause, but I'll take what I can get."

Jasmine and the rest of the crew thought that Celeste and Amara had a genuine romance brewing, but neither girl seemed to be nervous about admitting that they weren't just playing. To them, sapphic encounters were for fun, not a romantic match. Celeste's mention of Amara having a strap-on must have meant that the ladies had been hooking up outside the yearly expedition up the coast of New England.

"First time we've shared a guy." Celeste beamed at Amara.

"I thought you two had fun with three guys last year," Jasmine remembered their story.

"A single guy is different than group sex with multiple male partners." Celeste shook her head. "It's oddly more intimate."

"You intimidated Juan." Amara shrugged.

"Me!?"

"Hot young redhead who dropped her robe as soon as she got the offer? Yeah, you did a little." Amara grinned then slapped Celeste's bum as they paused in the entryway. Up the stairs and to the left was the rest of the lighthouse, the kitchen, and a secured doorway to the spire of the beacon. To the right was Dustin's bedroom. "Didn't help that you were taller than him."

"I'm only a couple of inches taller than you!"

"And an inch taller than Juan was!"

"Last chance for us to back out, Jasmine." Celeste turned away from Amara for the first time.

"Nope. You know what promises mean to me." Jasmine forced a smile to mask her worry. Dustin meant a lot to her, and she was hoping things wouldn't fall apart due to the stupid promise. "Remember, it's the four of us having sex together, not taking turns and watching."

"Okay, does it feel different?" Amara let go of Jasmine's hand, but not Celeste's.

"Every cock feels different." Celeste looked at Amara with a raised eyebrow.

"That's not what I'm referring to!" Amara waved her hands. "That's a given. Does it feel different without a condom? I've never..."

"Neither have I!" Celeste bounced on the balls of her feet causing her tiny titties to shake.

"I hadn't before last night either, and yes, it feels different." Jasmine shrugged. "You shouldn't be experiencing the real change, though. He's not supposed to finish in either of you."

"Have you let him?" Celeste turned toward Jasmine, jaw agape.

"Twice, so far. It will be more after this." Jasmine tapped her pussy. "This is where he ends."

"Bueno." Amara nodded. "I'm on birth control, but the only time I want sperm in me is when my future spouse and I are starting a family."

"He's not very big, is he? I mean, he doesn't look very big. A couple of inches, maybe a little under average when he's hard?" Celeste asked as she blushed. "Sorry, it's just if he's big, I'm going to need some more warm-up time."

Jasmine held back a laugh. Clearly, Celeste didn't have enough experience with guys to know that the unexcited state rarely had a direct correlation with their erect state. "He's a grower and the biggest I've ever been with."

"Oh." Celeste blinked slowly.

"Don't worry, Pecas, I'll be there for you." Amara smiled and leaned in to kiss Celeste's cheek.

"What's Pecas mean?" Jasmine knew English and French, but her knowledge of Spanish was lacking.

"Freckles." Celeste smiled shyly. "Amara's been teaching me Spanish."

"Cute, and it fits our resident redhead," Jasmine said with a grin. Amara gave her a pet name, and Celeste is learning Spanish for her. That must be a good sign.

"I thought so." Amara nodded. "You know I can get you going, Pecas."

"You always do." Celeste leaned into Amara, and for a moment, Jasmine thought their lips were going to meet. "Let's get this party started, then."

"Dustin does need to be thanked." Amara nodded.

Jasmine returned the gesture and then led them up to the metal door that Pippa could open if she wanted. The retriever was napping in the bunkroom this evening. Dustin was seated at his writing desk, tapping on his keyboard with a pen lengthwise between his lips. His blue-green eyes snapped to Jasmine as he took the pen out of his mouth with a sheepish look as if he'd been caught masturbating.

"Hi!" Dustin waved after he put down the pen, a pink flush tinting his tanned skin. He pushed his chair away from the desk. His cock wasn't excited yet even though the man knew what was in store for him.

"Mr. Billings, Celeste and Amara had something for you." Jasmine tried to play disaffected by the situation. Anxiety, anticipation, and jealousy pulsed through her. Remember the promise. She told herself. Its power was more potent than the negative emotions spiking through her. Jasmine wanted her boyfriend to experience ecstasy while he was helping her fulfill her pledge.

"We'd like to pay your bill for rescuing us with pussy." Celeste said in a sultry tone as she dipped one of her fingers into her womanhood, green eyes pinned on Dustin. The digit came out shiny from her slickness before she sucked it between her lips.

"Celeste and I would like to get fucked, Mr. Billings." Amara smiled at him.

"Well, if we're going with the Jasmine Averill scale of intercourse, I'm looking for sex." Celeste bumped her hip into Amara.

"Can you help them out, babe?" Jasmine stepped closer to her new boyfriend and leaned down for a kiss.

"Are you sure about this?" Dustin stood and whispered to Jasmine.

"Have fun, Dustin." Jasmine nodded and then crouched to her knees. "Just remember where you're going to finish." She winked at him before leaning in and sucking his ascending cock between her lips.

"Mmm... Hard to forget."

Behind Jasmine, there was a squeak of box springs and then a flurry of giggles from Amara and Celeste.

"Such a cute pussy." Amara marveled. "Thought it looked better with the wedge of red, but I was wrong."

The room was mainly quiet, other than sucks and slurps, for a few minutes. Jasmine concentrated on Dustin for a moment, preparing him for his role in fulfilling her promise. He seemed slightly uncomfortable when he shifted his weight onto his artificial limb, but Jasmine did her best to get Dustin to forget the perceived pain.

Dustin tapped her shoulder and pulled Jasmine up to meet his lips before he whirled her around, encouraging her to sit on the edge of the writing desk. He slowly paraded down her body, kissing her behind the ear, nibbling on her collarbone, and then sucking on her nipples. Her boyfriend was casually turning her to jelly again before his fingers traced around her labia. She gripped the edge of the desk as his long middle finger dipped in.

"Enjoying the show, or are you waiting for what's next?" Dustin asked in a hushed tone.

"Both," Jasmine said as she watched the show on the queen-sized bed halfway across the room.

Amara was on top of Celeste, her larger, round breasts eclipsing Celeste's perkier pair. The Latina rained kisses on Celeste like a torrential downpour. Maybe they don't want Dustin's help. Jasmine thought as she watched. Amara's fingers moved with a deftness and speed that seemed more akin to a vibrator than what Jasmine could do. Celeste is a lucky woman.

"Oh, fuck!" Amara yelped as Celeste returned the favor with her own fingers.

"New rule," Jasmine said and leaned up for a kiss.

"What's that?" Dustin paused to ask.

"You start in me as well." Jasmine pushed Dustin's hand away as she spread her legs further. "Just a few strokes." She spread her labia with her fingers.

Dustin smiled with a nod. He rubbed his hard cock up and down her entrance, covering himself in her plentiful honey. She shuddered when Dustin brushed himself over her clit. Oh shit. Jasmine thought as she realized the real reason she was so excited. Sex with Dustin was incredible, but it was the thought of her friend seeing her in ecstasy that lent added enticement to the moment.

Jasmine didn't know what was better, the sublime stretch as Dustin pushed his massive cock into her or the look of bliss that contorted his handsome face. Unlike their first encounter last night, when they were controlled by pure lust, her boyfriend didn't utilize a single rushed thrust. This time, he used several rapid reciprocations to get as deeply nestled as he could in her embrace.

"Oh!" Jasmine shouted as pleasure pulsed through her. It wasn't just feeling full, though that brought her intense bliss; it was getting as close to Dustin as physically possible.

"Hey!" Celeste sat up on the bed, making Amara kneel in front of her. "I thought I got first dibs!"

"Sorry. It's my boyfriend we're sharing!" Jasmine shook her head. "He starts and finishes with me. I thought you and Amara were distracted anyway."

"Celeste is all warmed up, please come fuck her." Amara rolled away from Celeste, leaving the redhead's legs posed carelessly wide apart. She was so excited that her nectar was dripping onto Dustin's nautically themed comforter.

"You heard the ladies." Jasmine giggled, then leaned up for a kiss. Her need to keep a promise outweighed her need to hoard Dustin all for herself.

"One last, are you sure about this?" Dustin whispered as the kiss broke.

"Yes, babe. I need you to have fun with them, too. This isn't cheating, it's our choice, yeah?" Jasmine stared into his gleaming blue-green eyes and got a nod from her boyfriend as he uncoupled from her. "Help me fulfill my promise. Celeste wants sex, Dustin." She reminded him of the needed intensity of the moment.

"Holy shit!" Celeste gasped as Dustin turned toward the bed. "He's huge!"

"I've had longer. Not thicker." Amara smiled and then kissed Celeste again. "Your kitty is about to get quite the workout."

"He's bigger than Blue!" Celeste was wide-eyed as Dustin climbed onto the bed. Amara flanked one side of Celeste, and Jasmine took the other.

"Who's Blue?" Jasmine asked.

"Our..." Celeste started to say, then turned a deep red with embarrassment. "Err... Amara's strap-on."

"He is indeed." Amara reached out and stroked Dustin. "Plus, we didn't bring Blue along on the trip." She pulled Dustin closer to Celeste's entrance.

Even swollen with excitement and Amara's ministrations, Celeste's pussy looked tiny, too small to take Dustin. Jasmine thought she'd feel jealousy when Dustin entered Celeste, but the closer he got to her womanhood, the more she was struck with fascination.

"Gentle," Celeste said. "I know lovemaking is reserved for Jasmine, but start gentle. No kissing."

"Okay." Dustin nodded. His cock was hanging over Celeste's belly, unconsciously measuring how far he would reach into her taut body. Precum dripped and pooled in her navel.

"I can handle kissing Celeste, if you want to kiss Dustin." Amara didn't wait for an answer as she leaned and found Celeste's lips. It was the slow, romantic varietal.

"Acceptable." Jasmine winked at Dustin and leaned up for a smooch.

"That's all my kiss ranks?" Dustin asked with feigned chagrin.

"Maybe." Jasmine shrugged before giggling and meeting his lips again.

"How about we help these two come together?" Amara grabbed Dustin's cock again and aimed him at Celeste's entrance.

"I like that plan. Remember, no sperm in her coochie." Jasmine felt the smoothness of Dustin's shave as she grasped the root of his shaft, below Amara's grip.

Dustin nodded as his expression went blank. He wasn't betraying any emotion, good or ill, for the coming moment. He braced his hands on either side of Celeste on the mattress and allowed the ladies to guide him in. The angry red tip of his cock was nestled between Celeste's smooth labia, not quite filling her until Jasmine put a hand behind his back and pressed gently.

Jasmine watched in awe as Celeste's womanhood stretched to allow Dustin entrance. She couldn't be certain if time slowed or if Dustin was just being gentle as he filled Celeste. He's all mine after my promise is paid off. Jasmine thought. She liked the idea of letting the girls know how skilled he was as a lover, but she wasn't a fan of sharing outside of this single series of events.

"OH!" Celeste yelled toward the ceiling.

"Wow! You look amazing stretching like that." Amara smiled before finding her woman's lips.

"She's tight, isn't she?" Jasmine grinned at Dustin. He nodded in return before picking up an arm, putting a hand under her chin, and bringing Jasmine's lips to his. "Have fun and make sure Celeste does as well. You'll like your reward."

It took a few minutes of long, slow strokes for Dustin to rev his pace. Amara tended to Celeste's right breast and toyed with her woman's clit. Jasmine bounced between sucking on Celeste's left nipple and kissing Dustin. Celeste had puffy pink nipples that became more so as her excitement increased. Jasmine didn't know if she'd seen them this erect before.

"I'm stretched," Celeste said in a gasp. "No holding back now!"

Dustin smirked as he changed techniques. He still employed long strokes, but now he slowly pulled out until just the tip of his endowment was buried in Celeste, then he slammed himself home. Each time, a shock pulsed through Celeste and caused her small, perky tits to shake hypnotically. His enormous cock was covered with Celeste's creamy excitement.

Celeste wiggled her hips in response to each thrust. The woman was never passive, and sex wasn't the time for her to start. Amara kept her fingers moving around Celeste's clit but leaned back to watch the show. Jasmine toyed with the redhead's nipple absent-mindedly. Her thoughts were consumed, not with jealousy, but pride in her boyfriend's copious skill. It was making her desperate for his next touch.

"Good cock?" Amara asked.

"The... oh!" Celeste had difficulty answering. "BEST!"

Jasmine studied Dustin's face between kissing his lips and sucking on Celeste nipples. Her boyfriend looked determined, not joyful or incensed like he'd been when he and Jasmine got together.

The expression reminded Jasmine of the last summer in the Hamptons, hiding out on Mr. Bill's property. It was the look he wore as he shimmied up the oak that hung over the deep water of a spring-fed stream. Jasmine had wanted to add a rope swing out over the swimming hole, and Dustin was determined to provide it to her. It was one of the few times that she needed him to do something she couldn't. Her bikini would've experienced a malfunction or two as she climbed.

Would that have been so bad? Jasmine thought, wondering if her chivalrous boyfriend would've stared agape or averted his eyes. She had a feeling Dustin would've covered his eyes, but peeked at her through his fingers. Might have done it or accidentally let my top slip off on a jump if it were just me and Dustin.

"Hop up and let Celeste devour your pussy while she gets fucked." Amara said, breaking Jasmine from her internalization of the moment. "She loves doing that shit."

"Is there room for me?" Jasmine asked.

"We'll... make... room! OH!" Celeste nodded between groans and moans.

"Pull her to the edge of the bed, Dustin." Amara snapped.

It took Dustin a moment to grasp Celeste's hips and move backward off the end of the bed. There was a brief hitch when Dustin's artificial limb got caught in the comforter, an instant of pink coloring his cheeks as he untangled it.

"Sorry." Dustin shook his head. The fake leg rarely slowed him down in the time that Jasmine reconnected with him, but when it did, there was a flash of doubt in his blue-green eyes.

"It's okay, Dustin." Jasmine leaned up and whispered before finding his lips. That got a nod and a brief smile.

"Up, Jasmine." Amara snapped again.

Jasmine followed instructions and hovered over Celeste's lips. She turned to face Dustin so she could still kiss her lover's lips. "What are you... OH!" Celeste's lips and tongue attacked with gusto. "Going... to do!?" It was difficult to ask questions as Celeste worked.

"I'm going to play with titties and clitties!" Amara giggled. She laid across the bed on her tummy, fingers circling around both Celeste's and Jasmine's clits.

Jasmine leaned in to find Dustin's lips, his hands scooting up her body to caress her breasts as he kept stroking into Celeste. She was in heaven on the receiving end of three people concentrating on her pleasure. Concerns about the encounter were obliterated at least temporarily.

Dustin - A few strokes later

Tonight should be every young man's dream. Dustin silently chided himself. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with Celeste, far from it; he was just stuck on Jasmine. Celeste's pussy was tighter than Jasmine and there was nothing wrong with the way she moved and shimmied beneath him. It just wasn't Jasmine.

Sex without emotion was new to him. Dustin had only had a single one-night stand, but even then, he was hopeful that it was the start of something more. It was the last time he had sex since last night. He'd come back to the East Coast and hooked up with a classmate from basic training. She'd only been interested in one time, and Dustin still had a sneaking suspicion that it was out of pity. His leg had still been healing at the time and was a significant impediment.

It felt odd to consider that sex was purely mechanical, but it meant that Dustin could hold out for a long time. That thought only survived until Jasmine took up her perch atop Celeste's face. Jasmine in ecstasy was impossible to ignore.

Celeste's legs were wide against Dustin's hips. They teamed with her core to intermittently tighten and release as she issued yips and shouts that were slightly muffled by Jasmine. Amara toyed with Jasmine and Celeste in turn between her fingers and mouth. Her attacks were mostly contained to the lasses' clits, though she didn't entirely eschew attention on Celeste's breasts.

Dustin kept his hips working as he leaned in to meet Jasmine's lips. Passion was soaking in her kiss, spurred on by a growing need for release. A blush was blooming on her chest. He explored her incredible breasts, feeling how solid her nipples were beneath his thumb and forefinger.

"Harder, Dustin, she's still able to pay... oh! Attention!" Jasmine ordered between kisses.

To comply, Dustin had to move his hands back to Celeste's hips as he revved up. The sound of her soaking pussy echoed against the metal walls in the room. Her legs crushed in on him as her moans intensified.

"She's close! Push her over the line!" Amara demanded for Celeste before lowering down. Amara's tongue poked and prodded against Celeste's clit. Her fingers didn't stop teasing Jasmine.

Despite the warning, it wasn't Celeste who toppled into climax first. It was Jasmine. Her kisses suddenly stopped as she backed up, almond eyes wide as she hissed through her teeth. Her fingers shot to her clit and knocked Amara away to push tight circles into her button.

"Gah!" Jasmine yelled and fell backward off Celeste. Her legs clamped closed, trapping both her hands as she shuddered in bliss. A pair of fingers was visible sliding in and out of her womanhood as she screamed unintelligible curses toward Dustin's desk. He couldn't help but slow for a moment to watch.

"It's so fun to make her cum, isn't it?" Amara grinned as she watched Jasmine. Her fingers were now busy in her own quim and teasing Celeste's clit.

"Celeste should be proud." Dustin nodded.

"And she should be cumming!" Amara swiveled her attention back to Dustin. "I know she said she wanted sex, but trust me when she gets close, she needs fucked!"

"FUCK ME, DUSTIN!" Celeste roared.

"You heard the woman," Jasmine said as her eyes rolled open again. Her smile was luminescent.

Dustin grabbed Celeste's slender hips and plowed into her with gusto. Each thrust brought Celeste's legs up further. Her hands snapped to her little breasts to keep them from bouncing too much. Amara kept on her target as Dustin worked. He looked down to their point of intersection, his cock was covered with creamy, frothy excitement. Celeste wailed in delight.

"Fuck her for me, Dustin," Jasmine whispered in his ear. She was standing beside Dustin as he worked, one hand in the small of his back, encouraging faster thrusts. That was all Dustin needed to find an even higher gear.

Each thrust brought a yip or moan from Celeste, who was slowly arching her back further. Her legs returned to grip against Dustin's hips until the dam burst. Her vagina cinched around his cock and released in broad waves as her legs shook at her toned core rolled. Dustin tried to keep thrusting to elongate her pleasure but about half way through the orgasm, her leg fell and Celeste torqued toward Amara, Dustin's cock popping free.

Amara was prepared for Dustin's exit; her fingers curled into Celeste as the woman tilted toward her. "She does this on real powerful orgasms." Amara grinned. "You should feel proud, Dustin."

"Yes, you should." Jasmine twisted around Dustin and pulled him down for a deep kiss. "Thank you for helping me keep my promise. Three more to go." She whispered after the kiss broke.

"Oh! I needed that!" Celeste cheered as her eyes opened.

"Can you hold out? I need to get fucked, too." Amara didn't give him long to rest. "Or do you need to fill your girlfriend and reload?"

"I'm good to go."

"Alright, Celeste, back where you were." Amara pointed.

"What's your plan?" Celeste asked with a giggle.

"A certain girl needs my full attention while I get fucked." Amara hopped off the bed and pushed Dustin to the side so she could climb atop Celeste. The kiss she exchanged with the redhead was scintillating and romantic.

"Nice butt!" Jasmine laughed before she smacked Amara's round, tanned ass.

"Obliterate my pussy, Dustin. I need no warmup!" Amara looked over her shoulder.

"Do it, Dustin!" Celeste chortled below Amara.

"It's a good time!" Jasmine nodded as she slapped Dustin's bottom.

Dustin didn't say anything, only changing his stance to accommodate the added height of Amara atop Celeste. This time, he managed to hide his grimace as his stub bellowed in complaint. It was fine once he got in position, but this wasn't a motion he had practiced often since the injury. It was easier at the edge of the bed where he could stand. I wonder if this is the type of accommodation Jasmine had in mind.

Amara was soaked, with her honey leaking down her leg in thick drops. He knew his assignment, but took his time to align himself between her waxed lips.

Amara had no patience for even that caution. As soon as Dustin was nestled between her labia, she threw herself back. Her pussy was drenched as it surrounded him. She wasn't as tight as Celeste or Jasmine, but she could use her pelvic muscles like an artist. He grabbed her hips tightly and pounded away.

In this position, Amara ensured that the intercourse was as intense as possible. Dustin thought he could keep at this for hours despite the incredible sex. He'd experienced Jasmine, and no other woman was ever going to compare. Don't fuck things up. His woman slithered around him to kiss him as he worked.

Celeste had one hand exploring Amara's round tits, as the other one stayed on track on her clit. Amara's screams and shouts were muffled by Celeste's incessant kisses. These two aren't just having sex. Dustin agreed with Jasmine's observations that the ladies were in love, even if they hadn't admitted it yet.

The brutal sex couldn't hold out for long without finding a different gear. Sweat was pouring from both active participants in the cool room. Dustin wasn't going to quit before Amara. It only took a few more strokes for Amara to fall forward atop Celeste. Dustin's cock popped free again as Amara writhed against Celeste.

"Enjoy it, babe." Celeste held the shuddering woman tight.

"My turn?" Jasmine grabbed the chair from the desk and pointed for Dustin to take a seat. "Only seems fair since they both got to cum."

Dustin took a seat, and Jasmine backed into him. She didn't even need to look or put out a hand to align his cock as she fell on to it, her perfect, round bottom leading the way. In just a day, they'd found an incredible rhythm. Her flawless pussy surrounded him. Jasmine was every bit as wet as Amara had been, but she felt like home. Her hands were on either of his knees as she drove herself up and down his cock.

Wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around her breasts, Dustin luxuriated in the feeling of Jasmine against him. He planned on letting Jasmine wring every ounce of pleasure from him so she could feel as incredible as she made him feel, but he made a mistake. When she leaned back, Dustin inhaled her fragrant musk deeply.

Much like last night when it triggered his anatomy, the smell of Jasmine activated something primal in him. Dustin gritted his teeth as it felt like the sensation from every stroke that had been missing when coupling with the other two ladies came flooding back.

"I'm going to!" Dustin gasped.

"That's the point, my dear. Fill me."

Dustin could hold out no longer, his hands falling to her hips as he buried his cock as deep as it would go. "Enk!" He grunted as the first shock reverberated from his spine and caused him to spray into Jasmine.

With a gentle squeeze of his testicles and exquisitely timed ripples of her pelvic muscles, Jasmine coaxed an incredible release from Dustin. In only a few encounters, his girlfriend had learned his body like no other. She giggled adorably each time another jet fired from him. Dustin didn't think she could feel each individual impulse, but they were accompanied by a vocal outburst each time.

"Wow!" Jasmine exclaimed after a dozen ejaculations filled her, and Dustin didn't seem to be slowing.

The climax wasn't as intense as last night or this morning, but it would still be close to the podium of all time.

"Eww! You let him finish in your pussy?" Celeste asked from the bed, finally ending a mad make-out session with Amara.

"What part of starting and ending with me do you not get?" Jasmine shrugged with a laugh as she came off Dustin so that she could spin around in his lap and find his lips. Her kisses were fiery, announcing that she wasn't done with him. "I may share my toys, but he's my boyfriend!"

"I think you broke the toy for a little bit. Why don't we clean her up?" Amara smiled deviously.

"It was a fun toy, but it looks a little droopy." Celeste giggled. "Come over here." Celeste slapped the bed.

"Go for it." Dustin smiled before coming in for a kiss.

"Stay there, Dustin. This is a spectator event for you." Amara said.

Jasmine met Dustin's lips one more time before standing. "I suppose he does need to recharge." She twirled around and skipped to the bed. Celeste slapped the bed one more time while Amara took the opportunity to repay the playful smack Jasmine had given her earlier before his girlfriend was pulled onto the bed.

Amara and Celeste went to work on her like piranha in a feeding frenzy. Celeste's fingers plunged into Jasmine and pulled out globs of semen, which the two ladies snapped up as if it were a succulent buffet. Dustin studied their techniques closely as they worked on Jasmine. It was far more than just cleaning her up.

The ladies were insistent, taking turns with curling fingers and busy tongues. The festivities were frequently paused for Amara and Celeste to kiss. Those two are far more than just friends with benefits. Dustin decided. In a few minutes, it seemed like Amara and Celeste had completed their stated task, but they weren't satisfied. Neither was Jasmine, as she toyed with her breasts.

Dustin was spellbound as the two women worked until Jasmine's breathing got ragged. She flopped her head against the bed. Amara and Celeste must have recognized that victory was near. Amara sucked on Jasmine's clit as Celeste fingers became a blur in and out of their prey's tunnel.

"OH FUCK!" Jasmine screamed as her whole body shuddered and quaked. Her eyes closed, and she squeezed her breasts in either hand.

Watching her experience bliss was better than my own orgasm. Dustin grinned. Better to be the cause of it, but I'll take what I can get. He was enamored by every shake of Jasmine's body. He was so hypnotized that he missed Celeste and Amara leaving her alone.

Amara and Celeste were engulfed in a blaze of passionate kisses, lost in their own world. Dustin used the opening to shuffle over to the bed, ignoring another blast of pain in his stump as he stood. Nothing was going to keep him from greeting the most vital woman when her eyes opened with a kiss.

"That looked like a fun one," Dustin said when their kiss broke.

"It was."

A hand smacked into Dustin's side as Celeste tackled Amara onto the bed, and Amara's hand inadvertently hit him as she tried to catch herself.

"What do you say we give them some room?" Dustin asked as he helped Jasmine off the bed.

"I need this, Celeste. I need you!" Amara whined.

"I hear that the lighthouse has a great view." Jasmine smiled. "Plus, there are two more types of intercourse I need to get in up there." She grabbed his hand and they abandoned his bedroom, leaving it to the women who were making love, oblivious to Jasmine and Dustin now.

Jasmine - A couple of days later

"Woof!" Pippa barked once, shaking Jasmine from her slumber. This time, the pup's bark was aimed at her and not at Dustin.

"Is it morning already!?" Jasmine sat up and blinked before Pippa came in to lick her face. "Yuck!" She said as she giggled. "Only your dad gets to make out with me like that!"

"Morning." Dustin stretched as he yawned. "I'll take Pippa out for our morning walk of the island. I think you earned some more sleep." He leaned in for a kiss.

"Me!? I don't think I was working solo for anything we did." Jasmine kissed him again.

Last night, only Dustin and Jasmine had occupied his bed, making love several times before falling asleep in each other's arms. Watching Dustin have sex with Celeste and Amara in turn had been a thrill, but that was a pinch of spice that she didn't need in the future. Priya and Vivienne both still need a turn. Jasmine had wanted to work through her promise the night before, but she needed time with Dustin.

"True." Dustin nodded. "Wouldn't call what we were doing work, though."

"You know what I mean!" Jasmine shook her head. "We did work up quite a sweat, though. If you're getting up, so am I. We only have a few more days together, then this'll be over a camera for a while."

"Yeah. I wouldn't complain about another walk with you." Dustin twisted to the side of the bed and grabbed his prosthetic.

"Just let me brush my teeth."

"Yes, ma'am." Dustin twisted to watch Jasmine skip to the bathroom. She could see it reflected from the vanity before she slid the pocket door shut.

Must have left my hair tie in the bunkroom. Jasmine sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. Dustin didn't seem to be dissuaded at all by her less-than-perfect appearance. He remembers you from before makeup and finely-styled hair. Back when she was forced to wear dresses instead of making that occasional fashion decision on her own.

"Ready?" Jasmine asked as she emerged from the bathroom.

"Almost. I need to brush, too." Dustin slipped past her. "Someone needs to get on her shoes."

"True. Don't take too long, Pippa's getting impatient."

"She'll make it."

Jasmine tied her shoes as she waited for her boyfriend. Priya wants to get fucked and she wants an audience. She went through her feelings as she tried to work through the need to keep her promise. Not sure when Vivienne wants her turn. Jasmine petted Pippa as her thoughts simmered. Knowing Viv, it'll involve adrenaline. The most junior of the crew was their resident thrill seeker.

"Are you sure you want to go with me? You can have that bed all to yourself." Dustin asked as Jasmine stood up, wearing her running shoes. He wrapped her in his thick arms and pulled her close as his lips sought hers.

"Yes, and I'll hear no more arguing over it." Jasmine grinned and then kissed him again. "I need as much of you as I can handle in the next few days."

"Never a complaint, I just want to be an excellent host to my girlfriend."

"You have been," Jasmine confirmed as they proceeded out of the bedroom. "One sec, I left my hair tie in the bunkroom. I might want to keep the hair out of my eyes for something on our walk."

"Oh, yeah," Dustin smirked. "I'll grab my backpack and phone if we're going to be out for a bit."

"Good plan."

Jasmine crept through the bunkroom, using only the light filtering through the blinds to light her way. Just because she was up didn't mean that the other girls had to lose sleep. The table with the bed she'd yet to use for sleep held her hair tie. She'd taken it off while she curled up with Dustin to watch a movie last night.

That's new. Jasmine couldn't help smiling when she looked at the stack of bunks beside her. Only the upper bed was occupied. Celeste was playing the role of the bigger spoon behind Amara. One hand came over Amara's side and grabbed the woman's left breast. Jasmine smiled as she skipped out of the room as quietly as she could.

"You look happier," Dustin commented as he opened the door to the island. Pippa took off like a shot to sniff and explore. She had an orange tennis ball in her mouth, muffling her excited barks.

"We did a good thing!" Jasmine bounced excitedly after Dustin closed the door to the lighthouse structure.

"We've done several good things. Sunglasses?" Dustin pulled her pair from the front pocket of the backpack before extracting his own and throwing it back over his shoulders. He had to let go of her hand for a moment to put it on.

"Thank you." Jasmine felt a warmth as she thought of all they'd done since she and her crew got stranded on the island. "It's been a busy few days, hasn't it?"

"But so much fun," Dustin said and grabbed her hand, interweaving his fingers around hers.

"Celeste and Amara were sharing a bed!"

"Oh. Good for us. Any other relationships we need to foster into existence?"

"Vivienne needs to hook up with one of the young race organizers, but he's not on the island," Jasmine said as they walked along the edge of the island. Dustin would have to stop at several places on their journey to inspect mechanicals and cables, but right now it felt like they were taking a stroll, enjoying the brilliant dawn sunlight.

"Seems difficult to achieve. Why's this guy Viv's type?"

"I think they're similar adrenaline junkies. Fans of adventure sports, and he speaks French! I don't know how much overlap there is between Haitian French and Canadian French, but they'd have a common foundation. Plus, they're both fucking hot. Make for some beautiful children if they don't die in some kind of freak honeymoon skydiving accident."

"What about Priya?"

"Don't think she's ever going to be tamed. Her parents were real pieces of work, married a dozen times between the two of them. Don't think she's keen on pairing up for more than a good time."

"That's too bad."

"She and Viv are the only two on our crew that don't at least play with other gals."

"Huh. I thought all of you were having fun together the first night here."

"Pri and Viv played solo." Jasmine shrugged. "A word of warning?"

"Yeah."

"Priya is going to want to get fucked with as large of an audience as possible. Probably before dinner or while we're all watching a movie." Jasmine pulsed her grip into Dustin's hand. "I want you to give her exactly what she wants. Quick, bordering on brutal intercourse. What we did at the top of the lighthouse without the kissing and, of course, finishing in me." She tapped her pussy to illustrate her point.

"Okay."

"Viv is going to be a special case, and you might only want to go oral with her. She..." Jasmine paused for a moment. Am I betraying her trust? She thought, but shook it off. There was nothing she was going to hide from Dustin. "She's not on birth control."

"I'm not trying to get anyone pregnant." Dustin's cheeks got red. "At least not this week."

Does he want children someday? It felt weird to be thinking those thoughts already, especially when she'd dated Ron for five years and only broached the topic in the last one. "Vivienne is going to want to have sex somewhere quieter. She's a thrill seeker for everything but sex. Take her someplace private."

"Private!? I'm more than happy to help you keep your promises, but..."

"Just the three of us. How else am I going to get my cream?" Jasmine giggled.

"Good. I'm not doing this to get my dick wet. It's for you, Princess."

"I know." Jasmine nodded, and then they walked in companionable silence for a minute as her thoughts about an earlier topic bubbled in her brain. "So... Uh, Dustin?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want kids someday?" Jasmine could feel her cheeks burning. "N... not necessarily with me. That seems like too much pressure on our young relationship."

"I do. I want a couple of kids and a couple of dogs." Dustin nodded. "Pippa is going to need a sibling dog when we get off the island. Never thought I was a dog person before I got her. I also want a house with some property. Nothing ostentatious like we grew up in. Just something quaint with enough bedrooms for us and our offspring." He stopped in his tracks. "And by us, I mean my future wife and I."

"Maybe with a creek and a rope swing into a swimming hole?" Jasmine asked with a grin. "It sounds lovely. Something close enough to my therapy practice..." She paused as something bobbing in the waves fifty feet below the cliff they were on caught her eye. "What's that?" She pointed at a jagged piece of flotsam being battered against the rocks below.

"It looks like..." Dustin turned around to peer down the cliff. "The broken bow of a boat."

Although it was now covered in scratches, Amara's bold colors on her crew's rowing shell were unmistakable. How would it wash up here? She and Dustin were as far from the beach where her boyfriend rescued the crew as was possible on the island.

"Holy shit! That might be our boat! With the drybags! Our phones!" Jasmine hopped by the edge.

"Okay, but how do we get to them? I used to be a strong climber, and we have the equipment, but..." Dustin knocked on his artificial appendage.

"Vivienne rappels and rock climbs!"

"There's no way she could carry that back up and climb."

"We just need the dry bags. Nine sets of clothes. Do what we did with the girls, a pulley, and help from these muscles." Jasmine flexed.

"That might work. It's kind of dangerous, though."

"You have the equipment, and we can ensure she's as safe as possible."

"You want to get Vivienne? Pippa and I will get the climbing gear and meet you back here."

"Yeah!" Jasmine pulled Dustin close and met his lips.

Jasmine took off back across the island, but there was a problem with their plan. Pippa decided to follow her and not her adopted father. Muffled, excited barks issued from the pup as her tail wagged. She bounded past Jasmine and then circled around her. The retriever was far quicker on four paws than Jasmine could be over unfamiliar ground.

Barging into the lighthouse, Jasmine paused when she heard a scream. She took the stairs three at a time to investigate the outburst before a second moan spoke not of pain coming from the kitchen, but pleasure. Amara and Celeste were taking advantage of the early morning while the rest of the crew slept. The pair was making love in the kitchen. Think they're done pretending they're just having fun. Jasmine smiled and crept back down the stairs toward the bunkroom.

"Viv," Jasmine whispered and shook her youngest crewmate lightly.

"If you're not coming to get me for my turn with the boy toy, I'm going to be quite cross," Vivienne said before she yawned and stretched.

"Could probably add that to the plans, but we need you for something else first." Jasmine smiled.

"What?" Vivienne sat up and leaned against the headboard, which served as the support structure for the top bunk.

"The bow of our boat washed up on the shore!"

"Oh!" Viv threw off the covers. "Our phones... and condoms!"

"I think the phones are the important part!" Jasmine stifled a chuckle.

"Speak for yourself, this way I can have actual sex, not just oral!" Viv grabbed her socks from where she'd hung them to dry last night. The girls had to wash them nightly, and Vivienne preferred to hang-dry them instead of throwing them in Dustin's dryer. Her chestnut hair was long and a touch unruly since she'd taken the braid out before bed. "Let me run to the restroom, and I'll be ready to go."

"Don't take too long, I have no idea how long until the tide comes in and takes the bow back to sea."

"Ne soyez pas si pressé." Vivienne said in French with a shrug.

"I'm not being hasty." Jasmine fired back in English, she just barely managed to keep from raising her voice over a whisper. Learning French was an attachment to her parents and their story. Jasmine's father first met her mother while practicing his French with her. Her mother grew up speaking French, Arabic, and English.

"Oui, I believe you are." Vivienne grinned as she sauntered into the big bathroom attached to the far end of the bunkroom.

Jasmine snuck out of the bunkroom and waited for Viv. She didn't want to wake anyone else, but felt bad about being able to overhear what was coming from the kitchen. She didn't like invading the two girls' privacy, even if the topic of their boisterous lovemaking made her smile.

"Are you going to tell everyone you're my girlfriend when we get off this island?" Celeste asked between audible kisses, sighs, and moans.

"Si, si, mi amore!" Amara gasped.

The noise from the kitchen lost coherence for a few minutes, changing into a symphony of lesbian sex. Jasmine tried to find something to occupy her mind, reading the safety information hanging from the wall of the lighthouse. Vivienne has to take her sweet time, doesn't she? Jasmine thought, suddenly wanting her earbuds and phone to keep her busy.

"No more pretending that we aren't in love, right?" Amara asked.

"No. All it took was finding you a little cock to make you jealous." Celeste said with a giggle.

They're not quiet.

"Don't think there was anything small about that cock." Amara laughed.

"Ready?" Vivienne swept in from behind Jasmine.

"Let's go. Leave them some privacy." Jasmine swung open the big metal door to the serene island.

"Don't think they're looking for seclusion, just trying not to keep from waking up the crew." Vivienne smiled. "They were competing with Sloane and Astrid last night. You must have heard them."

"No. Dustin and I were at the top of the lighthouse." Jasmine said, not including that they were up there to make love beneath the stars and rotating light.

"They were having so much fun, even Isolde and Margaux decided to hook up." Vivienne recounted.

Isolde and Margaux were each married, with a special arrangement with their husbands that kept them from being wholly monogamous. The pair could have sex with each other, but that necessitated a swap for their spouses to spend time with the opposite gal when they got home.

"They haven't done that in the last couple of tours."

"Funny what getting stuck on an island for a week will do to you. Especially when they thought they were going to meet their hubbies on sex island." Vivienne shrugged. "Where do we need to go to meet your future hubby?"

"We just started dating!" Jasmine defended as they started walking. It wasn't that Jasmine didn't think that might be her future; she just didn't want to vocalize it and jinx things this early.

"Are you okay sharing him?"

"It's kind of hot." Jasmine blushed as she nodded. "But this is a one-time thing. I have to fulfill a promise I made before we started dating."

"If I get condoms from the dry bags, I'm going to cash in my one-time token. It's been too long since I had cock, and Celeste tells me it's one heck of a cock. He must grow a lot." Vivienne had spent her time in the bathroom doing a French braid on her long brunette hair. She was rarely without braids.

"He does."

They changed topics to what they wanted to eat first after returning to civilization from the island. Vivienne was dreaming of poutine from her favorite spot back in Montreal. She was only going to be back home for a few weeks before starting medical school at Johns Hopkins. Jasmine was looking forward to doughnuts and cheeseburgers from a local place a few miles from Yale, where she would wrap up her doctorate in the fall.

When they got back to the cliff's edge, Dustin and Pippa were getting everything rigged up for a descent to recover the goods at the base. When did Pippa abandon me? The pup had stopped following Jasmine when she got to the lighthouse and must have gone to find her person.

"You had climbing gear, and we had to use ropes?" Vivienne asked as she examined a climbing harness.

"Didn't know I had it until Jasmine and I were hiding from the storm." Dustin shrugged. "The bow of the boat is still down there."

"No signs of rot or weakness," Vivienne murmured as she inspected the harness and carabiners. "This shall do. What's the plan?"

"Rappel down, tie this to the bow of the boat if you can, the two dry bags if you can't. Come back up, and Dustin will pull up the bags."

"Then I get the condoms and get paid for my work with sex. Be ready to go, Dustin."

"Slow and steady down the cliff, Vivienne. Help is still a couple of days out." Dustin said as he checked Vivienne's harness.

"I'm aware. Just because I'm a thrill seeker doesn't mean I eschew safety."

Dustin had again prepared a length of foam to protect the rope from chafing as Vivienne made her descent and climb. This time, there were three ropes instead of the two used to rescue the rowers. A pair for Vivienne to use and a third to haul the bow of the boat up the rocky cliff.

Vivienne moved down the cliffside with impressive speed and careful placement of her feet. She did have to swim out from the island a few dozen feet to retrieve the bow. It made Jasmine anxious to see her swimming in the rock-strewn waters with undulating waves moving in, but Vivienne was placid.

"I get a few strokes before you put on a condom, okay?" Jasmine waited until Vivienne was most of the way up to say to Dustin.

"Of course. This may be every straight guy's dream, but I'm only doing this to make you happy." Dustin said without moving his eyes away from Vivienne's climb. The woman was moving up the sheer cliff with impressive grace.

Dustin might not have been excited by the prospect, but he had brought the picnic blanket with him from the shed with the climbing gear. Though that could've been for us. Jasmine supposed. Making love on the cliffside would've been a thrill, but the promise had to be kept. Only Vivienne and Priya, then Dustin is mine. She had no intention of sharing him with anyone ever again once her promise was fulfilled.

"You made that look easy," Dustin said as he pulled Vivienne over the cliff edge.

"Oui. Je suis motivé par le besoin de me faire baiser." Vivienne said in French while looking at Jasmine.

"You'll get fucked in due time. Is that what you need? Sex or get fucked?" Jasmine partially translated.

"A little of both, once he warms me up, that is. To hear Celeste and Amara talk, he's quite big."

"He is."

Hauling the bow of the boat was near effortless, save for a brief snag on a rock about two-thirds of the way up. Dustin only had to let some slack out and swing it up at a different angle. As soon as he had it over the edge, Jasmine acted swiftly. She spread the blanket out a few feet from the cliff.

"Let Viv go through the stuff." Jasmine curled a finger toward Dustin. Even when he knew what was coming, his cock hadn't gotten hard until she crooked a finger in his direction. The reaction seemed to be instant.

"Okay." Dustin nodded and joined Jasmine on the blanket.

The pair made out for a minute as Vivienne rooted through the dry bag to find her prize. Dustin's smooth cock drooled precum onto Jasmine's hip. A pair of his fingers dipped into Jasmine, even if their encounter was to be brief, Dustin rarely eschewed some type of foreplay.

"Bien, je les ai trouvés!" Vivienne held up a pack of condoms above her head. "My turn with the toy!"

"He starts and ends with me!" Jasmine grabbed Dustin's cock and guided it toward her womanhood.

Dustin got the hint. He removed his fingers and slid into Jasmine's embrace while he kissed her. It only took a moment for him to get into a rhythm. She was perfectly full, luxuriating in the stretch and friction as kisses rained down on her.

"Don't use up all his batteries! It's my turn to play!" Vivienne stamped her foot and whined in the most petulant tone Jasmine had ever heard.

"Her turn, Dustin." Jasmine put a hand on his chest and encouraged him to decouple from her.

"You sure?" Dustin asked.

"No, but I made a promise," Jasmine whispered.

"Want to give us some space?" Vivienne asked.

"I'm not leaving." Jasmine shook her head.

"I meant on the blanket. I figured you wanted to watch." Vivienne slapped the blanket once Jasmine moved. "Lie down, I'm going for a ride. You'll need this." She tossed a condom to him.

"Yes, ma'am." Dustin nodded and complied. He deftly opened the condom and rolled it over his cock.

"No cumming in me even with the condom on. I take no chances." Vivienne crouched over him and held his cock up as she fell down it. "Ffff... fuck! You're big!" She twitched her hips once Dustin was as buried as he was going to get.

Jasmine was spellbound as Vivienne picked up speed. Dustin seemed a little awkward, not quite knowing where to put his hands since there was zero romance in this. He finally settled on gripping her hips and keeping her bouncing steady. In just a few minutes, Viv stopped, her legs vibrating as an evident orgasm pulsed through her.

"Do I get to keep playing or only one climax?" Vivienne asked when she opened her eyes.

"Go for it as long as Dustin can hold out."

"I'm good." Dustin nodded.

"Bein, you get to do the work now." Vivienne slumped off Dustin and lay on the blanket with her legs spread.

Dustin rolled on top of her and aligned himself with her tunnel. "Sex or fucking?" He asked as he filled her.

"Baise-moi!"

"Fuck her, Dustin." Jasmine translated.

There was no time wasted as he stroked in and out of her pussy. Each revolution increased his speed. Vivienne moaned as she teased her tits and played with her clit. She wasn't wasting any time. Each shock reverberated through her, and Jasmine couldn't help but masturbate while she watched the spectacle. Shouts flew out to sea.

Vivienne was close again, Jasmine could read the signs on her youngest crewmate's body, and wondered if Dustin could see the hints as well. A blush was blooming on the woman's chest as her moans got more rapid, her outbursts in only French. Viv curled up and then crashed down as she wailed toward the sea. Dustin ripped his cock back, out of Vivienne's embrace as he clenched his fists.

Jasmine reacted like lightning. She pulled Dustin over and on top of her as she snatched the condom from his cock. Dustin got the hint and aimed at her pussy before pushing into her. He didn't even finish a single stroke before his whole body locked up and heat filled her womb. This time, he finished quickly before leaning in for an impassioned kiss.

"You have him cum in you after building up by fucking me?" Vivienne leaned up on her elbows with her legs still spread wide on the blanket.

"Each time." Jasmine nodded. "He's having sex with you ladies, but his sperm belongs to me now." She looked up at Dustin's brilliant blue-green eyes and got a smile from him.

"Bizarre." Vivienne got up from the soft section of grass she and Dustin had employed. "Well, I got what I wanted." She smiled. "Have fun, I'll take the phones to the other girls."

Dustin - The weekend before Thanksgiving

Shocks reverberated through his arms as Dustin split another piece of firewood. He wiped sweat from his brow. He threw his chunks of wood into a trailer that he could pull back to the lighthouse with an electric side-by-side. Gas power might be more traditional, but there was nowhere to top off the tank. Mr. Bill preferred to ferry diesel for the emergency generator, but gasoline was more volatile.

Even Dustin's chainsaw was powered by batteries. Pippa still wasn't a fan of him employing the instruments to turn a few of the island's pine trees into fuel for the encroaching long winter. She preferred to hide back in the lighthouse while he worked. Might be the last day I can go shirtless. He dared not wear his most comfortable outfit while swinging an axe; flying pieces of debris was painful enough on his covered leg.

The island was lonelier without Jasmine. It was only a couple of days after rescuing their clothing that Mr. Bill and his pilot wife flew in to extract them. Dustin and Jasmine had made the most of their time on the island falling in love. Even if Dustin had to help her carry out her promise to the other girls, his heart wasn't in it for anyone other than his now girlfriend.

True to Jasmine's guess, Priya demanded her turn with an audience. Before dinner on their penultimate night on the island, she hopped up on the counter, legs spread, and shoved a condom into his chest. Jasmine hopped on the counter to get her required pair of strokes before she took the condom and rolled it onto Dustin's cock with a nod.

Intercourse with Priya was quick and fierce, definitely classified as fucking in accordance to Jasmine's scale. It couldn't be as passionate as Dustin's first encounter with Jasmine, but nothing could. Priya could move her body in wonderous ways, after he'd given her a pair of orgasms, Dustin pulled out. Jasmine yanked the condom off his cock and pushed him onto the counter. She rode him until he filled her with more cream. Then they all had dinner like nothing had happened.

The next day, Dustin and Jasmine spent nearly every moment together. Mr. Bill called early that day and let them know that the helicopter was in for service outside of Boston and would be coming in to pick up the girls the following morning. Dustin thought he sounded a little bummed that the girls would be dressed when he arrived. At least he didn't have to get an eyeful of me. Dustin would have taken the girls to the landing spot nude in solidarity.

Parting from Jasmine made Dustin's heart hurt. It didn't seem fair that the pair had found each other and now had to be separated for another year and a half to two years. Dinner over the internet was a near-nightly ritual, as was masturbating together. Distance was tough, but it didn't seem to diminish their passion or longing for each other.

This next week is going to hurt. Jasmine was taking advantage of the solitude on campus to put the finishing touches on her dissertation. She'd warned him that it was unlikely that she'd be able to meet for dinner or dessert all week. To make matters worse, Mr. Bill wasn't going to be able to come by for Thanksgiving. The old man had been sure to cheer up Dustin with a visit on most holidays. Remember to thaw the turkey breast.

Thanksgiving now ranked as his second favorite holiday. He doubted that anything would dislodge National Nude Day from the top of his list, as it was the day he reunited with Jasmine and started their relationship. I wonder if Mikey will fulfill his campaign promise. His brother's pursuit of a recently vacated state senate position had been a success, and he wanted to bring NND to Maine and capture some of the success Colorado had experienced.

Dustin shook those questions out of his head to concentrate on his splitting axe and getting a clean swing. He had to be cautious as medical care was hours away at best. He did have his phone, and Mr. Bill would rush to the rescue, but the flight from Augusta took some time. He should have been here a couple of hours ago. Dustin checked his phone between splits. No messages.

"Woof!" A bark startled Dustin. Pippa had just weaved her way through the copse of trees, tail wagging furiously.

"What is it, girl? Someone get washed up on the shore again?" Dustin asked as he pulled off his noise-cancelling headphones. The distinctive sound of the helicopter blades of Mr. Bill's big cargo carrier was growing. "Ah, Mr. Bill's here with your tennis ball delivery!" He laughed as he set down his axe and pulled on his shirt.

Dustin tried to give Pippa a pat to reward her for coming to get him, despite her dislike of his wood-gathering activities. Pippa took off in a dead sprint before he could pet her. That's unusual. Pippa liked seeing Mr. Bill, but this reaction was different. She'd stop every hundred feet or so, tail wagging high. As soon as Dustin got close, she'd bark and take off again.

"You just saw Mr. Bill last week!" Dustin chuckled at his dog's antics. He'd never seen her this excited about a food delivery. "You're a goof, Pippa!" He shook his head as the pup did a big circle around the flat section of rock that served as the island's helipad. Each lap, she'd pause to bark and dance, complete with prances and tight spins.

"What's up with you today?" Dustin asked as she came and sat by him, tail sweeping back and forth as she was shaking and whining. The giant grey helicopter spun around and landed with a deft skill that told Dustin Francesca was piloting, not Mr. Bill. The retired army pilot was better at the controls. As soon as she landed, the turbines spooled down, meaning that they were planning to stay a while, not just dropping off.

"Morning, Mr. Bill." Dustin waved as the silver-haired old man stepped out of the chopper.

"Mr. Billings! Sorry, we were late; we had a bit of a stowaway problem." Mr. Bill shook his head with a tight frown. "Though, I don't suppose you'll mind too much."

Emerging out of the shadows of the helicopter's cavernous interior was the cause of Pippa's excitement. The pup was a blur as she ran to greet her favorite person. Dustin smiled as he saw the princess step out of the copter.

Jasmine looked gorgeous in a fall-themed orange dress. Taking a step away from the helicopter, the light shone through her dress, backlighting her like it had on their first night on top of the lighthouse. Her figure was revealed in gauzy shadow. The color was astounding on her toasty skin. Her dark red lipstick was divine on her smiling lips. This was the first time he'd seen her in person wearing makeup, and it was captivating.

"Pippa!" Jasmine crouched to greet the golden. "I missed you!" Her tail was a blur as she whined and pranced in place.

"Ja--Jasmine?" Dustin blinked. The sheer surprise didn't last long before he took off in Pippa's wake to embrace his girlfriend. "I thought you said you'd be busy all week." He stated after their lips parted from a scintillating kiss.

"I wanted to surprise you. Besides, I did say I wouldn't be able to talk to you over the internet." Jasmine smiled before smothering him with another kiss.

"Your dissertation?"

"Done, submitted. I'll have to defend it in a couple of weeks, but Mr. Bill and I were conspiring to get me to the island for a week."

"A week!?" Dustin wanted to do the same spinning dance that Pippa was doing beside Jasmine, but that would require him to let his girlfriend go. Instead, he spun Jasmine around in his arms, rewarded with a burst of her enchanting giggles. The slight complaint from his stump was utterly ignored.

"Uh-huh."

"Perfect."

"I can see where I rank with Pippa!" Mr. Bill sighed as the pup seemed to ignore him. She was far more interested in Jasmine. "Can't really blame her."

"But, you can bribe her." Francesca smiled as she stepped around the chopper with a bright orange and blue sphere in her hand. When she squeezed it, the ball squeaked and pulled Pippa's attention away from Dustin and Jasmine.

"Fetch, Pippa!" Mr. Bill pointed as Francesca tossed the ball. The pup took off to claim her new prize, squeaking it loudly as she bounded back to them.

"It's rather loud." Francesca shook her head.

"That's my job as canine grandpa." Mr. Bill grinned as he pulled Francesca close. "My son and his husband aren't interested in kids, and their cats aren't the same, so I'll take what I can get." He chuckled.

"She'll be squeaking it all night!" Dustin shook his head with a smirk.

"That sounds like a Jasmine and Dustin problem." Francesca joined in her husband's laughter. The tall, silver-haired woman was half a decade younger than Mr. Bill and an inch taller than the gregarious old man.

"That'll be our job in the future, sugar up these two's kids and send them home to their mom and dad with a loud new toy."

"You did always like playing the drums," Francesca said.

"Great idea, hun." Mr. Bill leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek.

"We've only been dating for a few months." Dustin softly argued. He was feeling it, but he didn't want to put too much pressure on Jasmine.

"Uh-huh, sure." Mr. Bill shook his bald head. This was one of the rare times that he showed up without a hat of some type. "The way you looked at each other that summer wasn't lust then, and it's not now. Help me grab Thanksgiving dinner from the chopper? Hope you don't mind Francesca and me crashing your early celebration."

"It's your island." Dustin shrugged.

"No, I'm just its guardian, you're the caretaker. Thank you for that, Dustin. Let's get things unloaded so Francesca and I can leave you two lovebirds some alone time."

"More hands, lighter work, right?" Jasmine smiled.

"Let me drop off my wood, and we can use the cart." Dustin pointed over his shoulder.

"We'll need that for supplies, but after dinner." Mr. Bill nodded. "It won't stay warm for too long."

Dustin had to rearrange things in the cavernous belly of the chopper to access a trio of coolers that were keeping a few dishes warm and the others cold.

"Since we were waiting for your future bride, Francesca and I had time to cook." Mr. Bill grinned.

"I don't mean to rush you, and I'm beyond thrilled to see you, but I don't need your son and Scottie to blame me if you and Francesca don't beat the storm due overnight," Dustin said to Mr. Bill as he wheeled two coolers down a well-trod path to the lighthouse before the older gentleman threw out his back.

"You owe me five dollars, husband!" Francesca chuckled as she and Mr. Bill walked ahead of them, unburdened by coolers. Jasmine hung back and wheeled the other cooler.

"I really thought we'd make it to the lighthouse before he nagged us. I can't blame him, though, can I? Remember how anxious I was for alone time after you came back from taking care of things in Toronto?"

"Hard to forget, my love. Took time, but you finally won my sister over."

"Just had to prove I'm no longer a billionaire." Mr. Bill laughed as they rounded the corner ahead into the line of trees that divided the island.

"I brought you a camera charger. Thought we could get into some trouble with it." Jasmine said in a low tone.

"Too bad you just missed the Leonids."

"I didn't miss them, I took a break from my finishing flourishes on the dissertation to gaze up at them. Bet I didn't get nearly as good a view as you."

Dustin smiled at the thought that the pair might have been watching the same shooting stars blazing through the atmosphere. Wonder if we wished on the same one. Today would more than qualify as the day his wish came true.

"Probably not, but it had one titanic advantage." Dustin wrapped his arms around Jasmine and whirled her around as if they were dancing before seeking her lips.

"What's that?"

"There was no Jasmine Averill here."

"True, but New Haven lacked a Dustin Billings."

"I love you, Jasmine," Dustin said and then froze, hoping he wasn't pushing too hard, too fast for her.

"You had fucking better love me. I love you, too." Jasmine said and swept in for another kiss. "Come on, before the food gets cold. I'd rather like to have the island to ourselves this week."

The early Thanksgiving meal was scrumptious. Mr. Bill and Francesca were surprisingly incredible chefs. Dustin was shocked they had time to hone those skills amidst their globetrotting charity work.

"Mr. Billings, Francesca and I have been talking, and we don't want to keep you completely sequestered on the island, not when you have a love on the mainland." Mr. Bill leaned back, holding the last piece of pumpkin pie on a fork, and pointed at Dustin.

"What's that mean?"

"How about Francesca and I take a shift on the island every now and then?" Mr. Bill asked.

"What about Christmas to New Year's, we could host Chris and Scottie here," Francesca suggested.

"That sounds extraordinary. Depending on the weather, of course. You and Francesca have a lot to do on the mainland." Dustin nodded.

"And I wouldn't mind coming in with a food delivery and staying for a while." Jasmine smiled.

"Consider it done. Now, how about we let the ladies pack up in here while we unload the helicopter?"

"Sounds like a plan."

It took about an hour to unload the food and supplies from the helicopter, but about a third of that time was spent unpacking the wood that filled the cart. There were still a few hours of daylight left by the time Jasmine, Dustin, and Pippa waved goodbye to Francesca and Mr. Bill.

"Going to join me?" Jasmine asked when they were alone. As soon as Dustin turned around to look, her dress came up over her head. "Bet this is the last time we can make love outside this week."

Dustin got to see Jasmine naked on the screen of his laptop most nights when they had supper together, but there was nothing like seeing her in person. He shouldn't have been surprised when she was naked beneath the dress. It didn't stop him from staring slack-jawed.

"Only seems prudent to join you." Dustin grinned as he unbuttoned his pants.

"Do you still have that tripod?"

"Yeah, why? The light makes time exposures of the stars difficult, and there's no meteor showers on the schedule."

"Wasn't what I was thinking," Jasmine smirked.

"Oh?"

"Masturbating together on camera is fun and all, but I have another plan."

Dustin had a hint of what she could be thinking. "What's that?"

"I think we need to film ourselves together to hold us over."

"Fun, but my battery needs to charge before we do anything."

"We need to film all three while I'm here, but while it's charging, I'll race you to the top of the lighthouse. Winner gets to decide between making love, sex, and fucking."

"You have on heels. Doesn't seem fair." Dustin said as he was trying to pull his jeans over his prosthetic.

"GO!" Jasmine giggled and took off toward the lighthouse, as a string of giggles and an excited golden retriever followed hot on her heels.

"Cheater!" Dustin laughed. Losing wouldn't be bad, as no matter what, the week promised more time with his princess.

Jasmine - Almost two years after Nude Day 2025

"Mr. Bill's going to be here in half an hour. You may want to get dressed, babe." Dustin wrapped his sturdy arms around Jasmine. She luxuriated in his warmth before he landed a kiss behind her ear, sending a tremendous shudder of pleasure through her. "Not that I'm complaining." He gave her bare bottom a squeeze.

"It's hard to give this life up," Jasmine nodded, then spun around and kissed her fiancé.

"Move out today and then back to the island tomorrow." Dustin grinned. He looked spectacular in a pair of running shorts and a tight T-shirt with the Coast Guard insignia on it.

"Pippa's going to be happy to have attention from more than just us." Jasmine gave their pup a pat to alleviate some of her anxiousness from having all her favorite toys packed up, aside from the one she was squeaking. The next pair of lighthouse keepers were cat people and had no use for Pippa's extra treasures.

"Hopefully, she'll be happy with a yard. It's not nearly as much space as the island." Dustin sighed.

"She'll have way more people to pay attention to her and a younger sister when we get home from our honeymoon." Jasmine was plotting to make Pippa a therapy dog now that she'd calmed down a little at age four. Her foibles, which led to her being a dropout as a service animal, might make her a fine companion to help her anxious patients at her practice, and Pippa would receive the attention she craved as a reward.

"You sure your heart's set on Colorado?" Dustin teased. "Don't get me wrong, I'm happy wherever you are, but we could go to a nude resort."

"It's not celebrating Nude Day if it's like that all the time!" Jasmine made the same argument she had since they decided to get married the weekend before National Nude Day. "We can go to a resort any other time of the year."

"Promise?"

"Uh-huh." Jasmine smiled in the mirror as she grabbed her clothes off the hangers, which they were leaving for the next keepers. Dustin's goofy grin was fun to watch as she got dressed. "Did Mr. Bill say who the next keepers are?"

"He wouldn't say, just that they're a pair of newlyweds that could work from a distance for a couple of years and had the skills to keep everything running. He also said they had a pair of kitties moving into the lighthouse."

"Do they have the requisite rescue skills?"

"Mr. Bill says they do, and they don't have a disadvantage like this." Dustin knocked on his fake leg.

"Never seems to slow you down much." Jasmine stepped over to kiss him before she threw on her dress.

"I've had help this last year." Dustin pulled her close. "Very sexy help."

"Stop! We need to meet Mr. Bill." Jasmine complained but leaned up for one more kiss.

A little over a year ago, Jasmine moved to the island to join Dustin as co-keeper. The mechanical work was done mainly by her fiancé, but she'd learned a lot over her year on the island. Her primary occupation, though, was therapy via the internet connection. Her practice helped people who were intimidated by coming into a physical office. She was making a difference and could work from anywhere with a good internet connection.

Dustin's plans off the island had evolved. He'd finished his first novel, and it got picked up by a publisher a week after he'd proposed. Instead of using his training in the Coast Guard to become a paramedic, he was pursuing a career in nursing. It wasn't that he couldn't keep up; he wanted something with a more predictable schedule as they started their lives together.

Over the last year, Dustin had completed as many classes as he could remotely, but he still had another year of nursing school to start in the fall. He was hoping that his schedule would allow him to also work on the second two books in his planned trilogy. The first book had gotten some traction, but wasn't popular enough for it to be Dustin's only source of income.

"Sure you don't need a dose of cream?" Dustin teased. His hands roamed under the waistband of her panties.

"Badly, but not until tomorrow night." Jasmine swatted playfully at his hands. Today was the first day that she could go without panties again. "I'm going through withdrawal, but the wait will be worth it." Her time of the month was the only time she wasn't nude this time of the year, outside of work hours, when she needed to be on camera with her patients. Since it had been close to their wedding date, they decided to hold off until after the vows.

"It always is, Princess."

"Woof!" Pippa bounded into the room with her tail wagging.

"Think our ride is approaching!" Jasmine pulled back and threw her dress on.

"I can't wait to see our house!"

"You're going to love it."

"Well, I love the decorator, so it stands to reason."

Dustin had been on the island, save for a couple of times a year when Mr. Bill and Francesca watched the place so he could spend a few holidays with Jasmine, Mikey, and MJ. Jasmine hadn't been as bound to the land. She could get off the island when a delivery came, so she could pick out a wedding dress and take care of getting their house built. It also allowed her to stay waxed despite spending most of her time on an island two miles from shore.

"There's an acre of land for Pippa and her future sister, and a nice hedge row between the house and street so we can keep wearing our favorite outfits."

"Sounds perfect." Dustin hit the lights as they wheeled their luggage out of the bedroom. It was the bare minimum that remained for their last week on the island. "I'm going to miss this place."

"It was where we finally fell in love."

"I think we did that on our many adventures in the Hamptons and back home." Dustin smiled.

"Okay, you're probably right, but it's the first place we had sex."

"And fucked, and made love." Dustin smiled as he listed the missing items in Jasmine's three levels of intercourse.

"I want to make love in my wedding dress tomorrow after our vows."

Jasmine imagined her white dress pushed up to her waist, her panties still on but shoved to the side as she rode him. Maybe it would be in a chair like their night with Amara and Celeste. The two girls were falling in love on the bed, so Jasmine and Dustin made love at the top of the lighthouse.

"Are we developing a kink for clothed sex because we're naked so often?"

"Maybe." Jasmine giggled. "I want to do more than just say I do in my dress."

Pippa ran ahead of them as Dustin put their luggage in the electric cart. They'd already done their morning walk of the property and ensured that everything was in working order before the turnover to the new keepers.

"Are Mr. Bill and Francesca watching the island tonight, or are the new keepers arriving today?" Dustin asked. Jasmine had been the last one to figure out the full schedule, while Dustin was performing some necessary maintenance on the solar panel arrays.

"Mr. Bill was cagey last night."

"He's been awfully evasive about the new keepers. All I know is that they are a pair of newlyweds."

"It's his property." Jasmine shrugged.

"I'm going to miss the freedom we had out here." Dustin sighed as he drove through the forest that divided the island in half.

"Going to take a lot of thought not to just step out of the house naked on our morning walks." Jasmine hoped that her day would still start with a walk and talk with Dustin. It was a fantastic start to her morning. Pippa and her sister on a leash would take as much time to get used to as clothes.

"I don't need the neighbors hanging around outside the house like paparazzi hoping to glance at the most beautiful woman in the world in her best outfit."

"Also, no making love halfway through our walk." Jasmine nodded.

"I'm sure you'll find a way to get your dose of cream most mornings."

"I'm not going to go without!" Jasmine snickered.

Before their first anniversary, Jasmine would have her IUD removed, and they would start working on a family. Jasmine thought it wouldn't take long to get pregnant, but MJ and Mikey had struggled for a few years before they announced she was with child. The pair had looked so happy when she and Dustin met them before Celeste and Amara's wedding. Their twin daughters would arrive at the end of the year.

Dustin parked the electric UTV at the edge of the helipad, where it still had some shade. The black vinyl seats heated up fast in direct sunlight.

Pippa was doing tight little spins at the edge of the helipad, barking excitedly every other revolution.

"You break it to her that Mr. Bill probably wasn't bringing a toy?" Jasmine asked.

"Tried to, don't think she believed me."

"She's okay on the helicopter, right?" Pippa would have to fly out today and then return tomorrow to play the role of the flower girl at the wedding. Dustin had been training her to carry a basket of flowers down the aisle, but he wasn't confident that she wouldn't be distracted by the small crowd of new people.

"It didn't seem to bother her coming out, but it has been two and a half years since she left the island." Dustin shrugged. Mr. Bill brought a vet once a year to give her a checkup and keep her vaccines up to date.

They could hear Mr. Bill's helicopter before it showed up. Jasmine was shocked to see that the grey of the exterior had been replaced by a bright, colorful pattern of blocky shapes reminiscent of the paint job that Amara had painted onto the team's rowing shell a couple of years ago.

"That's new. Is it Amara's work?" Dustin pointed. The last time Mr. Bill and Francesca had brought resupplies, the grey paint had looked like it had taken a beating when they spent time resupplying a hurricane-ravaged stretch of beach.

"I think so. She's dabbling while Celeste's finishing her master's degree."

Pippa sat between Dustin and Jasmine, tail wagging furiously as the turbines and rotors wound down.

"They must want to tour the island before we go." Dustin flashed a brief scowl before shrugging it away. Jsamine knew he had a busy day planned, but there was enough of a buffer that a change in plans shouldn't delay his time with his brother.

Jasmine was going to be every bit as busy. She was looking forward to their rehearsal dinner and to seeing Lucia for the first time in a decade. The woman had finally managed to free herself from Jasmine's uncle and told her that nothing was going to keep her from her third daughter's wedding. She called me her third daughter. Jasmine smiled.

Lucia had been ecstatic to find out that Dustin was the one she was going to be walking with down the aisle. She told Jasmine that she was the first to know that there was something special between the pair. The woman had a new job working for Chris and Scottie, not as a maid, but as the manager of their charitable pursuits. It was something that Jasmine knew would perfectly fit the woman's skill set.

"Bet that means the new keepers are with him," Jasmine said. If it were he and Francesca watching the place for the night, they'd want to ferry Jasmine and Dustin to shore and come back with speed.

"Morning!" Mr. Bill popped out of the helicopter with a lithe quickness that betrayed his near seven decades of age. "We brought our new keepers, thought you could give them a quick tour before we got you ashore. We can fly you directly to your meetup with Mikey if it takes us longer than I think."

"Oh, perfect." Dustin grinned.

He should have known that Mr. Bill had a plan. Jasmine smothered a giggle. Dustin was a worrier and would always be one.

"Think you're going to like our new keepers." Mr. Bill motioned with his hand, and the big cargo door on the side of the chopper yawned open.

Emerging from the bay of the vehicle strode a pair of tall women wearing the outfits they sported most of the time on the island. Amara had cut her dark hair short, a little under shoulder length, and she had a new diamond gleaming on her left hand. Her body was tight and svelte with a now waxed womanhood to match her wife. Love looked extraordinary on the features of the two beauties.

Celeste's hair was a little shorter than it had been at her wedding, pulled into twin tails bobbing off her shoulders. Her left hand was adorned with a white gold, diamond-studded band.

"Well, that explains the snickering." Mr. Bill did a double-take but didn't stare at the pair of nude beauties.

"Sorry, it's summer on the island." Amara shrugged.

"So, you're the new keepers." Dustin grinned and extended a hand to greet the pair of women.

"Aye." Celeste grinned. "It'll give me time to work on my research, and Amara wants to spend her time painting before she finishes her doctorate."

"Why don't you two show them the island. Francesca and I will hang out with Pippa." Mr. Bill produced a squeaky ball to grab the pup's attention. "It'll give you one more opportunity to wear your favorite outfits."

"What about the supplies on the helicopter?" Dustin asked. Her man never wanted to be a burden, and that meant proving often that his missing limb wasn't slowing him down or making him shirk work.

"Mr. Billings, are you trying to imply that Francesca and I are too old to unload supplies?"

"No."

"Then get a move on, we're just taking the supplies off the helicopter. The setup will be for you and your wedding party tomorrow. Should have plenty of time while your bride gets ready." Mr. Bill grinned. "Now, go, enjoy one more frolic around the island! When else do you have a chance to enjoy the company of three naked beauties?"

Jasmine had taken the time while Dustin was distracted to disrobe. She couldn't be shown up by her former crewmates and a pair of maids of honor. If they weren't feeling any shame about being seen by Mr. Bill and Francesca, neither would she. She hung her dress and undergarments on a limb at the edge of the helipad so it wouldn't wrinkle.

"Reminds you of your younger days, no?" Francesca sidled up beside Mr. Bill, putting an arm around him. "I believe you and Nadia spent a similar summer here." Nadia was Mr. Bill's first wife, who had died from cancer more than two decades ago.

"Or our honeymoon on that private island, Francesca." Mr. Bill leaned to the side to invite a kiss from his wife. "Now, go you four! Show them around so we can get you to your appointment with Mikey!" He shooed the four friends away before he kissed Francesca.

"One last island adventure before the wedding?" Jasmine grinned as Dustin shucked his clothing.

Jasmine often thought about her chosen mate. There was a time when she was younger that her uncle would've been thrilled for Jasmine to marry into the Billings family. They were the correct type of old money that he liked to associate with and inflate his ego. Now, Dustin and Jasmine were outcasts from that life, finding happiness in making their way together. Jasmine and Dustin versus the world.

"One adventure ends, and we start so many more." Dustin met her lips in a fiery, if slightly chaste, kiss. They saved their most passionate moments for private times. He took her hand, and the four friends went for a walk around the island where both couples' love blossomed for the first time.