Interlude on an Island

*****

"You've really turned into a royal bitch."

Jane sat on the warm sand and looked at the surf through tear filled eyes.

How could Jer be so mean?

How could his tone be so cold and emotionless?  His pronouncement had sounded like he was saying it was going to be a warm day, or the sky was blue.

He had no right to call her that, she decided.

Of course, no one had defended her.  They all must have agreed with his assessment.  That stung as much as the words.

She flopped back on the sand and beat her fists against the unsatisfyingly yielding surface.  Her feet and heels joined in the futile effort to inflict something on the world around her.

"I guess that's what sailors mean when they tell you to pound sand," Jer said from someplace behind her.

She immediately stopped her motions and sat up, turning to lash out at him.

"I'm sorry I called you a bitch," he said as soon as she looked at him.

She wiped tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.  "Go away," she managed to say before pulling her knees up, wrapping her arms around them, and staring at the ocean again.

"Running away doesn't solve anything," Jer said, closer to her now.

"What would you know about it?" she said.  "You get everything.  You and Ali can have anything you want, be whatever you want, go anywhere you want, do whatever you want.  You're not like normal people who have to deal with problems."

He sat down next to her, clearly ignoring her desire to be alone.

"You mean like growing up without a mother?" he asked softly.

Jane felt like she had been slapped.

Jer had always been the easy-going member of their childhood trio.  Ali and she had vied for the leadership of mischief while he had normally just gone along with their plan or gone off to do his own thing.  She tried to remember the last time he had stood his ground in any confrontation with her or Ali.  Jane had long ago classified him as a follower, not a leader.

She glanced at him, but he was not looking at her.  Instead, he had flipped open his ever present sketchbook and pulled a pencil out while looking at the ocean.  He seemed to be so mature, even though she knew he was a year younger than her.  Last year when she had seen him, he was still a little kid, at least to her eyes.  Now, if he were in a school uniform, he would blend in with the juniors and seniors easily.  He had an even tan and had lost the last baby fat in his face.  He had grown up and filled out across the shoulders.  His unruly black hair looked a lot like his father's and he had those cold blue eyes that would make him a dreamy boyfriend; if he were older.

Unless he thought you were a bitch, she thought.

She put her chin back on her knees and listened to the surf and the scratch of his pencil.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

She glanced at him again.  His eyes were still on the surf and his sketchbook.

"About what?" In her own ears, her voice sounded shrill compared to his gentle tone.

"Whatever happened since the Winter Olympics," he replied.  "When you came up for the games, you were still you.  You and Ali laughed and had fun.  You listened to what other people said and didn't try to put everyone down.  You were pleasant to be around.  I can't believe you just woke some time after then and decided to be nasty to everyone."

She straightened and looked at him.  "That's none of your business."

Jer finally looked at her.  He had a sad smile on his face.  Those blue eyes had a hint of masked pain in them.  He turned back to his drawing.

"Your Mom assumes it's just hormones and that you'll grow out of it.  Your Dad worries it’s something more," he said.

"Like my parents talk to you about me," She put as much derision in her voice as she could.

"I watch things.  I listen," he said.

"Just leave me alone," she insisted.

The worst part, to Jane, was that he was right.  Something had changed after visiting for the Salt Lake City Olympics.  She tried to put it out of her mind.  She couldn't change the past.  Unfortunately, it wasn't just in her past.

They sat there for minutes.  Jane felt the sunshine and heat of the sand soaking into her as she listened to the surf and his damned pencil.

A sound broke the peaceful tableau.  She looked up to see two sailboats out past the point, sailing away from the island.  It was a faint sound, but she heard the laughter over the waves and a faint call of "Ready, about!"

Bile rose in her throat.

"Once again, Ali gets her way," she said bitterly.

Jer looked up at the distant sailboats and then at Jane.

"You don't like sailing?" he asked.

"It's not that.  It's just that Ali always seems to get what she wants," Jane replied with resignation.

Jer nodded.  "I know it looks that way, but you might be surprised," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Ali used to always wheedle and whine to get what she wanted, but Mom and Dad never really let her get away with that.  Almost anything you think she's given, she has had to earn.  Dad, especially won't let her get away with crap anymore."

Jane shook her head.  "I sure don't see that.  She wanted to sail this morning, and now everyone else is sailing."

"You didn't want to?" Jer asked.

"It's not that.  It's just she never asks what other people want."

"That's not true.  I seem to recall the conversation starting with her asking what everyone wanted to do today.  Our parents all just shrugged, and you were silent.  Ali then asked if anyone wanted to go for a sail, and you blew up.  What did you want to do?"

Jane paused.  She had been ready to argue with him, but realized he was correct in his recollection of the events.  She had offered nothing to do as they sat in the morning sun.

"I just want to sit in the sun on the sand, maybe swim a little, and relax.  This is supposed to be a vacation for me, too."

Jer nodded.  "Then why didn't you just say that?  I'd agree with that plan, and anyone who didn't would have just left us behind."

"But I'm tired of being left behind!"

Jer actually closed his sketchbook and looked at her.

"Nobody is leaving you behind," he said.  "You're choosing to not go along."

"Why should I have to go along with what everyone else wants to do?"

"It's not a yes-no kind of world, Jane," he said softly.  "You could have said you'd rather sail later, or you could have offered your alternative.  Lashing out at everyone just isolated you and made them stop listening.  Is that what you really wanted?"

"No, but nobody listens to me anyway, so what difference does it make?"

"I listen to you."

"Really?  Then why are you still here?  I told you to leave me alone!"

Jer shook his head.  “No.  You spoke those words, but what you really told me is that you're hurt by something and need a friend who won't judge you or shut you out when you are angry."

"Oh, just shut up!"

Jane thought about getting up and moving away from irritating Jer, and then realized he would probably just follow her again.  Maybe he did care about her feelings a little.  Ali certainly didn't, and her parents were just as bad.  Instead of getting up, Jane flopped back on the sand, sat up again, pulled off her coverup and then flopped down again.

She could feel Jer's eyes on her, but refused to open hers and look at him.  After a few minutes, she heard him moving a little and then the scritch-scratch of his pencil resumed.

*****

Jer looked at his drawing and smiled.  It was obviously the small cove they sat in, but not from his current perspective.  Instead of just drawing what he saw, Jer had moved his mind's eye several feet and imagined Jane in a slightly different position.  The waves and the palm trees were in the background now, while Jane was stretched out between his viewpoint and the surf with the foliage on the arm of the small cove in the distance behind her.  He thought he had done a good job of capturing the curves of her body and the lines of her bikini.  Her hair had been a challenge to get just right, since it was so light and he only had a dark pencil to work with.  He liked the hint of muscle in her abs and the gentle swell of her breasts beneath the bikini top.  She would never be as voluptuous as Chrissy was, but she was very attractive in her own right.

He glanced up at the sky, noting how high the sun had climbed and glanced at Jane's light skin and freckles.  He smiled at her open lips and the small strand of drool starting at the corner of her mouth.  He reached out to gently stroke her shoulder.

"Jane," he said softly, "do you want some sunscreen?"

She shifted at his touch and then opened her eyes and looked at him.

She had lovely eyes, he realized.

"How long did I sleep?" Jane asked as she sat up and looked around.  Her eyes saw his drawing and stopped to stare at it.

"Maybe an hour," Jer said.  "I just didn't know if you had sunscreen on or not."

Jane was silent, staring at his work.

"Is that how you really see me?" she asked a minute later.

Jer nodded, but she wasn't looking at him.  "That's how you look, not how I see you," he said.

Now she looked at him.

"You made me look beautiful," she said softly.

"You are beautiful," he replied.

Jane shook her head.  "Chrissy is beautiful.  I'm just plain Jane."

"I don't think so."

She pulled her knees up to her chest again and frowned.  "At school, boys see pictures of Chrissy on telly or online or in magazines and get all stupid about her.  When they talk to me, it feels like they're only interested in getting a chance to meet her.  Then they see a picture of Ali, and I hear the same shit, but worded differently.  Nobody thinks I'm cute or desirable."

"I do," Jer said.

"You're just saying that," she countered.

Jer reached to his sketchbook and flipped back a few pages to show another drawing.  It was one he had captured on their first evening on the island.  In this one, he had more than a single dark pencil.  Her honey-blonde hair showed highlights with the glorious tropical sunset behind her.  Her hazel eyes had a glint in them as she smiled at something and her lips looked fuller and redder, more than she usually thought of them.

"When did you do this?" she asked.

He told her.  "It was just a quick sketch at first, but then I finished it later that night.  I loved the way the light of sunset hit your hair and the hint of a smile on your lips," he said.

"Wow.  I guess you do see things other people don't."

She looked at the drawing for another moment, and then flipped back to the newer sketch.  She stared at it and then looked up at him.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"My pleasure, ma'am," Jer said with a smile.

"Can I look at some others?" she asked as she reached for the book.

"Sure."

She dropped her knees to the sand and pulled the sketchbook to her lap.  She jumped back to the start of the book and looked at each drawing in turn.

"Where's this?" she asked when she saw one of a couple watching the sunset over wild red rock formations.  At a glance, she knew it was Paul and Chrissy.

"It's in Utah.  We went camping for my birthday a few months ago.  Dad and Chrissy were sitting on the ledge, watching the sunset and I thought it looked beautiful.  They added just enough foreground interest to make the picture," he said.

Jane nodded.

"What about this one?  I didn't think you went to Washington for the election," she said as she looked at the drawing of Aunt Kelly behind a podium.

"I did that from the television.  I've seen Aunt Kelly enough that I could draw her face from memory.  I wanted to do a picture of her delivering her victory speech.  I did a cleaned up version of that as s gift for Grandpa."

"You're so talented.  I wish I could do something that well," she said.

"It just takes a lot of practice," Jer replied.

"Hurumph!  There's not enough hours in the day to make me that good at something."

"What do you like to do?" Jer asked.

Jane gave a sigh.  "I guess I'm a nerd.  I really do like school, but get tired of some of the crap I seem to have to put up with."

"What's your favorite subject?"

"Easy, anything science related.  I think biology is my favorite class this year.  Mr.  Delamont is pretty cool as a teacher."

Jer asked more questions about what made him a good teacher and then asked follow-up questions, never letting her fall into a yes-no answer.  He could see her relaxing as they talked, losing some of the tension in her shoulders and demeanor.  He smiled when she started asking about his classes.

"I think we had better take a dip to cool off," he said as the sun stood directly overhead.  "It's only going to get warmer this afternoon."

*****

Jane stood and brushed the sand off her legs.  She and Jer had been talking for nearly an hour, and it wasn't like talking to a boy at school.  She knew he thought she was attractive, based on the pictures he had drawn.  His interest in what she liked about school was refreshing as well.  He wasn't just interested in the famous people she knew, or trying to get in her pants, like so many 'boyfriends' were.  He also wasn't petty and bitchy like some of her friends at school.  For the first time in a long time, she realized she felt comfortable alone with a boy.

"Is it still friends and family rules?" she asked impulsively.

Jer grinned at her.  "I suppose.  Why?"

Jane smiled and reached behind hereself to pull at the tie on her bikini.  "I don't need any tan lines, and you already think I look nice, so let's be a little daring."

Jer licked his lips as she pulled the top off and dropped it on her coverup.

She put her hands on her hips and then looked him in the eye.  "Your turn," she said before plucking at the loose t-shirt he was wearing.

Jer pulled the hem of his shirt up and over his head, revealing a well muscled chest with a few curls of dark hair.  His long swim trunks were riding low on his waist and she took a moment to admire his firm abs.  She had seen him swimming early in their stay, but had not really paid that much attention to him.

"It looks like you're taken up working out like your Dad," she said as she reached out to trace a finger down the dividing line of his stomach muscles.

"Ali and I both take martial arts now, and I really like hiking and camping.  It's good exercise in the mountains," he said.

She put her hand back on her hip, and glanced at his swimsuit again.  "So?" she asked.

Jer blushed and then pushed his trunks down.  She was surprised at the size of his dick.  It was as large as any she had seen before, hanging from his dark pubic hair.  She smiled and licked her lips as she saw it stir and start to stiffen.

"Your turn," Jer said, looking at her eyes.

Jane was suddenly nervous.  When they were younger, skinny dipping at the pool at their Sydney house, Jer had almost never joined in.  She also had only had the barest hint of hair on her pussy the last time she had been naked with Ali in front of him.  She licked her lips and then pushed the bikini bottoms down, letting them fall to the ground before stepping out of them.  She felt her cheeks warming as Jer looked at her, but she refused to meet his eyes.  Instead, she kept her gaze lower, just high enough to see his prick stiffening.  She smiled at the compliment and was about to say something when he turned and jogged toward the surf.

"Come on," called over his shoulder.  "It's hot out here."

Jane giggled and followed him.  She noticed his flapping dick and balls as he high-stepped over the slight surf and then dived into the water.  He swam out far enough to avoid the breaking waves and then turned to watch her as she slowed at the surf line.  Suddenly, Jane realized he was looking at her nakedness as she paused at the water's edge.

"Are you perving on me?" she asked as she felt the waves wash across her feet.

"Drinking in your beauty," he replied.

She smiled and then ran deeper into the water before following his lead and jumping over the breaking waves and then swimming to slightly deeper water.  She got close to him, bobbing on the swells so her toes just touched the bottom after a swell moved past them.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked hesitantly.

"You saw my drawings," he said.  "Now you're just fishing for compliments."

Jane smiled and felt her cheeks blush again.  "You're pretty nice looking, too," she finally managed to say.

Jer gave her a goofy grin and splashed some water at her before swimming away toward the point at the end of the beach.

"Hey!" Jane yelled before starting a more leisurely breast stroke after him.

They played in the warm salty water for a while and then Jane announced she was going back to the beach.  Jer followed behind her.  She glanced over her shoulder as they stood in the shallows and let the small waves help them ashore.  As soon as he saw her looking, she noticed his dick getting firm again.

"I don't think the friends and family rules account for that," she teased as she gave his crotch a pointed look.

"The last time I saw you and Ali swimming naked, I was embarrassed you would see my reaction."

"And now?" she asked.

Jer smiled.  "Now's better.  You're much prettier than you were back then, and I can appreciate it much more so."

Jane felt her blush return.  "You're not looking bad, either," she said.

"Good thing I brought some towels for us," Jer said as they reached the dry sand.  He grabbed his beach bag and pulled some towels out and handed one to her.  They dried off and then spread the towels and laid down on them.  Jane was a little disappointed that Jer chose to lie face down.  She followed suit.

"So," Jer said after a few minutes.  "Why don't you think you're attractive?  You must have a ton of guys chasing after you."

"Not the right ones," Jane said without thinking.

"What's that mean?"

"Um," she had not meant to talk about this with anyone, let alone with Jer.

She thought about what a pleasant day it had turned into after her less than thrilling start.  Jer had been kind and friendly when she felt she needed a friend.  She glanced at him and saw his blue eyes staring at her has he rested his head on his arms.

"You promise you won't tell anyone?  Not Ali, not Chrissy, not my folks?"

"If you don't want me to, I'll keep it to myself," he replied earnestly.

Jane thought about what she had gone through and felt over the past eighteen months.

"There was a guy that liked me, or I thought he did," she finally said as she closed her eyes and let the sunshine warm her skin.  "His girlfriend took exception to his interest in me."

She glanced at Jer again.  He was watching her, but remained silent.

"When he asked me out, I was on cloud nine.  He was a senior.  He took me out to Coogee to a place a bunch of us used to hang out.  It was pretty isolated.  His girlfriend and younger sister and a couple of other guys were there, waiting for us."

Jane felt her voice catch.

"Keri, his girlfriend, was a real nut job, but popular.  She stormed up to us as soon as we were out of the car, and slapped me so hard, my head spun.  Then she was punching me and I couldn't catch my breath.  It was horrible."

The memories came flooding back again.  She felt tears in her eyes, but forced herself to continue.

"They did most everything but rape me," she finally managed to say.  "I had to blow the boys, and she made me go down on her and his sister.  It was horrible, when it was supposed to be sexy.  When they were done, she told me if I was ever on a date with anyone she did not approve, it would happen again, and I believed her.  After that, I became a toy for her and the senior cronies.  His sister was only a year older than me, and she took up the mantle of telling me who to be with and what I had to let them do.  I'm just a plaything for them now, and I can't see a way to get out without ruining my life."

*****

Jer was stunned by Jane's revelation and uncertain how to respond.

"Thank you for telling me," he finally managed to say.  "I'm sorry you went through that alone."

Jane remained lying on her towel, crying.

After a moment, he stood up and grabbed his shorts to pull them on.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Jer looked down at her.  "I think you could really use a hug, but after what you told me, it didn't seem right for me to do that without anything on," he said.

"Oh," Jane replied.  She looked up at him, turning and exposing herself without realizing it before she sat up on her knees.

Jer dropped to his knees next to her and wrapped her in his arms.  At first she was stiff, resisting his strength, but after a moment her own arms wrapped around his waist and she pressed her breasts against stomach and her cheek against his chest.  Her tears resumed as Jer held her.

*****

This is how it should feel, Jane thought.  Having strong arms around me feels good.  Knowing they belong to someone who actually cares about me feels even better.

She lifted her own hands along his back and returned his hug, even as she felt tears on her cheeks again.  She was embarrassed as she sobbed against his chest, but felt herself calming as he hugged her more tightly.

“You’re safe,” he whispered softly, barely audible over the sound of the surf.

She felt herself relax again.  It felt wonderful in his arms, even if he was younger.  She turned her head, pressing her ear against his chest and hearing the slow, steady thump-thump of he heart.

They stayed that way, holding each other as she sorted through her thoughts.  Minutes or moments later, she pulled back from him, separating, but not ending their hug.

“I’m sorry I was a bitch,” she said.

He smiled at her.

“I’m glad I told you about it,” she added a moment later.

His eyes got darker.  For the first time ever, she could imagine Jer hurting someone.  The thought of him hurting someone for her made her appreciate him even more.

“If you tell me their names,” he said a moment later.

Jane shook her head.  “It’s their word against mine.  If I accuse them of anything, it will get out at school and I’ll be a social pariah.  I just need to get through the next two years.  Once I take a gap year or go to Uni, I’ll be free.”

Jer stared into her eyes.

“Having to live in hell for two years hardly sounds like a plan.”

Impulsively, she pulled herself higher, lifting her knees from the towel, and kissed him.

The first kiss was hard and fast, a very personal thank-you, more than a romantic overture.  At least, that’s how she had meant it.

After Jer’s first look of surprise, he slowly leaned down and returned her kiss.

The second kiss was much more than a thank-you.

Jane felt his soft lips pressing against hers.  She dared to relax into him, feeling his strong arms and chest once more embrace her.  She felt her nipples stiffening as their lips parted.

“Wow,” she said.  “You don’t kiss like a sophomore.”

He grinned at her.

“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” he added.

Jane felt herself blush.  “I did,” she admitted.  “I liked it quite a bit, actually.  You’re such a better kisser than that trash at school.”

Jer smiled at her.  “I’ve had a little practice at it,” he said.

“Really?” she asked.  “I don’t recall you having much to do with any girls before.”

He grinned.  The difference between his smile and his grin was surprising.  When he smiled, she felt warm and cared for.  When he grinned, she knew the mischievous boy she had grown up with was nearby.  Both looks made her happy.

“I’ve had a sort of steady girlfriend since the summer.”

“Sort of steady?  What’s that mean?”

Jer pulled away from her and flopped back down on his towel.

“It means I’m not sure if we are really going to be going steady when I get back.  I’m trying to decide if she is interested in me or my Dad’s money.  We’ve had fun together and made out some, with lots of kissing, but nothing more.”

Jane shuddered.  “You can’t force her to do anything, Jer.  Trust me, it is so wrong to force something.”

Jer nodded.  “I know, and I wouldn’t.  But it’s a sign that we are in different places.  She is firmly under her mother’s thumb, and I know the mother is a gold-digger.”

“Tell me about her,” Jane said as she laid down next to him.

He was staring at her eyes, making it hard for her to concentrate and just listen as she thought about his arms around her again.  She rolled over, putting a little distance between them to lie on her back.  She closed her eyes.

“Really,” she said.  “Tell me about this maybe girlfriend.”

*****

Jer looked at Jane’s body as she lay back and asked about Gillian.  He desperately wanted to kiss her again, or draw her again, but forced himself to speak instead.  He found it was easy to talk when she was not looking at him.

He told her about his thoughts and feelings for his maybe-girlfriend and then talked about his conversations with his father regarding love.  He confided in their final conversation before he had left for the holidays.

“So, you aren’t going to pressure her?” Jane asked without opening her eyes.

“No,” he answered.

“Are you sure?  It kind of sounds like you’ve told her to put out or break up,” Jane said.

He shook his head, even though she could not see it.  “No.  I was very clear that it was not like that, but that I wanted to know where she thought our relationship was going.  I don’t know what she really feels for me other than enjoying my company and the fact I can take her places she won’t be able to go on her own.”

“It sounds like you are pressuring her, even if you don’t mean to do it,” Jane said.

Jer thought about it.

“Maybe, but I didn’t mean it that way.  The situation is pressuring us both.”

“So, if you got off, would that pressure be relieved for you?” Jane asked.

Jer noticed her eyes were still closed, but there was a little smile on her lips.

It was his turn to flop back and stare at the blue sky.

“I don’t know.  I think I want to feel closer to her, and I guess I don’t really know how to do that,” he said after a few minutes.

He felt Jane move and turned his head to look at her.  She had rolled onto her side, facing him.  He could not help but glance down at her freckled breasts and dusky nipples.  She was smiling when his eyes returned to hers.

“If I asked you for a favor, would you do it for me?” she asked.

“Most likely,” he replied without thinking.

“Kiss me,” she commanded.

He rolled to face her and reached out to trace a fingertip along her jaw.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asked softly.

He saw something flicker in her eyes and regretted his words.  Instead of saying something else, he leaned in as he pulled her head toward his.  Their lips touched again.  The earlier awkwardness, the fear of reacting poorly and scaring her was gone.  He reveled in the feel of her lips against his.  Their lips parted slightly, and tongues dueled.  Even as he though it, Jer knew it was wrong, they were not fighting, but dancing.

Jane pulled herself closer, letting her fingers stroke along his bare arms before reaching to hold his head and lips to hers.  She definitely seemed to want more.  Of course, given what she had confided in him, he was not going to risk hurting her by pushing her to do something she did not want to.  He had refused to do that to Gillian and he had no intention of doing that to Jane.  Instead, he just closed his eyes and concentrated on their kiss.

Finally their lips parted.

Jer opened his eyes to see Jane smiling at him.

She waited a moment, looking him in the eye, and then spoke.  “Yes, I’m sure that’s a good idea.”

Jer laughed.

“I’m glad I could do you that favor, ma’am,” he said.

Jane surged forward, kissing him again and forcing him to roll back.  She pressed her lips to his aggressively, kissing, then licking his lips and face as she nearly climbed on top of him.  Jer stroked his fingers down her spine, tracing along her ribs as she squirmed atop him.  He felt the delicate soft flesh of her rear and spread his hands to cup her buttocks and kneed them gently.

Jane moaned into his mouth and then moved her hands to his shoulders.  She lifted herself up, dragging her now-hard nipples across his skin just before their lips parted.  She was still smiling.

“This is how it should feel,” she said softly before darting in to give him another quick kiss.  “This is how I expected a guy to treat me.  Thank you.”

Jer hugged her tight.

“I’m glad you are enjoying it as much as I am,” he said a moment later.

“I am,” she said.  “I know you’re not just trying to use me.  If anything, I’m using you.”  She wiggled her bottom, grinding her pussy against his hard-on which he was sure she could feel through his shorts.

“I might want to use you a little more,” she said after another kiss.

Jer wrapped her in his arms and rolled back over to her towel, lying over her, but supporting himself on his elbows so she did not feel trapped or held down.  He kissed her on her lips again and then began kissing the path his fingers had traced previously.

His lips traced her jawline to her ear.  Jane moaned and writhed beneath him.

His lips dipped lower, along her neck and then to her collar bone.  Jane made more encouraging sounds.

He kissed his way in toward her sternum and then dipped lower to capture her nipple in his lips.

“God, that feels good,” Jane said in a husky voice as she grabbed his head and held him to her breasts.

Jer alternated his kisses from one breast to the other, teasing her nipples with his tongue and gentle suction from his lips.  Jane’s hands slipped from his head to his shoulders, gently urging him lower.

As Jer kissed his way lower, he had a moment of panic.  He had dreamed of doing this with Gillian.  He had read about doing this online.  But, he had never actually performed this act anywhere except within his head.  He hesitated.

Jane misunderstood his pause.

“Please,” she said softly, begging hime to continue.

Jer went lower until his lips were greeted with by the soft, blondish-red hair above her pussy.  He could smell her arousal as he tasted the salt on her skin.  He shifted back, allowing him to go lower, and smiled at the sight of her delicate lips, highlighted with a traced of moisture as they swelled from his kisses.

Slowly, he traced them with his tongue.

“Oh, God,” Jane said as her fingers gripped his hair.

He licked her with long, slow strokes, drinking in her flavor and feeling her excitement grow.  She spread her legs wider, giving him greater access.  He poked and probed with his tongue until he hit a spot at the top of her cleft and she jumped.

He smiled to himself and then lapped that spot as she flexed her stomach and butt, matching the cadence his tongue began tapping.

He was surprised when she arched up against his face and held him tightly against herself.  Jer could see her stomach spasm and smiled at the flush spreading down from her breasts.

“Oh, God.  Oh, God,” Jane moaned as she shook beneath him.

Moments later, she relaxed and released her grip.  Her eyes opened and she looked down at him.

“Thank you, so much for that,” she said.

“My pleasure, ma’am,” Jer replied.

*****

Jane decided to not be shy about kissing Jer’s glistening lips again as he slid back up her body.  She had never tasted herself, but now understood why Keri had enjoyed forcing Jane to service her in that manner.  If someone had to do it, it would still be nice.  Jer wanting to do it made it incredible.

She hugged him down onto her, loving the feeling of his chest pressing into her.  As they kissed, she became once again aware of his stiff prick hidden in his shorts.  She knew she would be doing something about that.  She wondered if it would be better since she wanted to do this for him, as opposed to almost every other time she had felt a hard dick pushed in her direction.

She kissed him and gently guided him to roll over and off her.  She followed in his arms and then leaned back enough to grab the top of his shorts.

“You don’t have to,” Jer said softly.

She kissed him while her fingers found the button fastening.

“I want to.  Maybe for the first time, I want to do this to a buy,” she managed to say before pulling his shorts down and smiling at the sight if his manhood, standing straight along his stomach and surrounded by dark curls.

It wasn’t the biggest dick she had ever seen, but it definitely wasn’t the smallest either.  She reached out and brushed her fingers along its veined side, barely making contact with him, but was impressed to see him twitch at her touch.    She continued to play gently as she shifted and lowered her lips toward the bulbous pink head.

She kissed it.

The warmth of his skin and his musky scent made her smile.  This was so different.  He wasn’t just trying to jam it in her mouth before he came.  He wasn’t trying to degrade her, or worried about some other guy wanting his turn.  She focused on her lips and how his hot skin felt as she kissed him slowly.

Eventually, she licked along his shaft and then swirled her tongue around his head before trapping him between her lips.  She sucked softly, rubbing her tongue along the sensitive underside of his dick.

“Oh shit!” Jer groaned.  He grabbed her shoulders, begging her not to pull off, but seeming to resist the urge to push her head down around him.

So different, she thought as she took him deeper.

Before she had gotten him fully insider her mouth, she felt him stiffen.  A moment later, he was erupting inside her. She swallowed and sucked as he spurted again and again.  His body shook as she sucked him dry and lifted her lips from his still hard manhood.

She smiled at the dazed look on his face.

“I’m guessing you liked that,” she said teasingly.  She crawled back up his body and was surprised when he pulled her in for a kiss.

“Do you always kiss the girl after she does that?” Jane asked.  It was first for her.

“I guess I do,” Jer said.  “You’re the first girl that’s done that for me.  Thank you.”

He kissed her again and she let herself relax against him.

“I’m surprised you would want to do that, after what you told me,” Jer said a few minutes later.

Jane shrugged and snuggled to his side.  “It’s the first time I’ve wanted to do it, as opposed to had to do it.  After what you did for me, I really wanted to return the favor.”

The laid silently for a while.

“I wish we could just spend some time together instead of going back and being with our families,” she said.  “You seem to understand me when they don’t or can’t.”

“I called you on your bullshit, you mean,” he said lightly.

She laughed and swatted his chest, enjoying the feel of muscles beneath her hand.  “No, it’s like you didn’t have expectations of me, so I could let the past go.”

Jer stroked the back of her arm with his finger, smiling at her.

“Maybe you need to just let go of all of the expectations,” he said a moment later.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t give into other kids expectations when you get back to school.  I know you’ve got a stubborn streak inside you.  Stand up for yourself.”

Jane snorted.  “Easy for the son of the richest man in the world to say,” she said.

“Don’t paint me in a corner,” Jer replied.  “Do you think I haven’t had to learn to stand on my own two feet?” It was his turn to snort.  “If I hadn’t, Ali would have always steamrolled me.  You have to decide what you want to do, then do it.  That’s what I try to do.”

Jane was a little taken back.  He was suddenly being awful forceful for a guy who had just gotten his first blow-job.

“You don’t understand,” she said.

Jer pulled back.

“Yes, I do.  I know how it can feel easier to go along and let others set the stage and control the pace, but it obviously isn’t making you happy.  What will?”

Jane thought for a moment.  His gaze was intense.  She could imagine him capturing the frown on her face and drawing it later.  She forced herself to relax.  It was a fair question.  What did she want?  What would make her happy?

“I think I’d like to spend a little more time with you, alone,” she said finally.  Then, before he could mis-understand, she hurried to add, “Not naked and alone, though this has been fun.  I want to get away from Ali and our parents.  I want to try some of the things I’ve heard Chrissy brag about.  How do you think we could make that happen?”

Jer looked at her for a minute and then nodded.

“Let me talk to my Dad this evening.  In the meantime, what do you want to do with the rest of the afternoon?”

She glanced down at his semi-soft dick and smiled.  Then she leaned in for a quick kiss.

“I think we should get some sunscreen on before we both have funny sunburns to explain.”

*****

Camilla handed Bluey another beer and then settled back into the half-chair and stretched her legs out on the still warm sand.  It had been a fun day sailing and relaxing.  The fact that Jane had stormed off early in the day only made it nicer.  There had been no drama to put up with.  At least she had been pleasant when she and Jer returned after dinner.

“I think I want to take Paul up on his offer,” Bluey said after taking a long pull on his beer.

“Oh?” Camilla said.  “Why have you changed your mind?”

Bluey had taken two weeks vacation in the Australian spring to go to Switzerland and talk to Paul’s finance team.  Ever since then, they had exchanged calls on a regular basis about a job offering.

Bluey took another sip of his beer.  “Do you know what doing that job would mean for us, Cammy?  I could help him change the world.  He’s going to find someone to run that bank, and if it’s not me, it might be somebody who he can’t really trust.”

“What do you mean?”  His tone was scaring her a little.  She had not seen her husband think and act with such intensity in a long time.

“He and Chrissy are going to be together for a long time.  I can see that now.  He is going to turn the world on its head again with what his Fusion Bank will do to the world economy.  We could be part of that, instead of just reading about it in the papers or watching it on the telly.”

“What about Jane? Is it worth uprooting her for the last two years of school?”

Bluey snorted.  “Given her act over the past year, I’m not sure I care.  Maybe uprooting her his just what she needs.”

Camilla took a sip of her own beer.  Jane had looked happy this evening, and she had been pleasant to them all, even if she only briefly said good night.  Maybe she did need a change from Sydney and her school mates.

“How about we both talk to Paul,” Camilla said.  “Maybe a little trip would do us all some good.”

*****