1. The Island, Chapter 19


    Date: 10/10/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Teen Male / Female, Voyeurism, Young, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

    going to happen to us. Will we ever get home again?” She seemed to be near tears. “I’m really glad you’re here with us. Without my parents and teachers, you’re the only person I feel like I can look to if I need help. Like you said, the younger ones expect me to be strong. Sometimes I feel like no one is there for me.” A single tear dripped from her eye and ran down her cheek. I wiped it from her face gently. “I’m here for you, Alison. Any thing you need, you just ask.” I wrapped my arm around her lightly, and she leaned into me. “And we are going to be just fine. We’ve got all we need to survive on this island, and there are a lot of good people here to make this work. Just pretend you’re doing a semester abroad, gaining life experience.” She laughed slightly, sniffling a little. “Thanks, Dave. I knew I could count on you.” She impulsively kissed me on the cheek, then blushed crimson again. “Oh my God! I can’t believe I just did that. I’m so embarrassed!” “Why?” I asked curiously. “It was nice. I enjoyed it.” “I feel like some silly girl. I should be more mature.” I looked at her seriously. “You are not silly, and you are not a girl either in my eyes. You are a wonderful young woman, and I am grateful to be here with you.” I pulled her to me again. “There is no one I’d rather be spending time with right now.” She snuggled in closer, happy again. Her nipple was now resting against my deltoid, the tight little nub tickling the hairs on my arm. Watching her face out of the ...
    corner of my eye, I could see her glancing downward, checking out my erection through the clear water. Time to make a move , I thought. “So, Alison, do you have a boyfriend back home?” She poked her painted toenails out of the water, inspecting them, and in an overly casual tone said, “Not really anymore. We sort of broke up.” “I’m sorry,” I lied. “What happened?” “It’s kind of embarrassing,” she said, looking away. “Go on, spill it. It can’t be that bad” She hesitated, then took the plunge. “Well, we had been dating for about 6 months, and had done some kissing, and like, sort of touched each other some in his bedroom, but he never seemed to make a move on me. I was ready for more, but I don’t know if he wasn’t interested in me or if he was just nervous.” “Obviously the latter. No one could not be interested in you, sweetheart.” She reddened again. Her skin was so pale, she wore her emotions right on the surface. “I don’t know what the problem was, but I always seemed to be the one to push for more. It made me feel like a slut. I thought the girl was supposed to say no, and the guy was supposed to try to get farther. “Anyway, he took me to dinner one night, and when we got back to my place my folks were out with friends. I invited him up to my bedroom and we made out a little. Then I pulled his shirt off, and I hoped he would take mine off, but he seemed a little freaked out so I had to do it. I told him he could touch my boobs, but I had to put his hand on them ‘cause he was ...
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