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I couldn't move. My entire body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry, every muscle trembling with exhaustion. I was still lying on my back on the floor where I'd collapsed after making Ella cum, staring up at the ceiling as it seemed to spin slowly above me. My jaw throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that radiated up into my temples, and my tongue felt thick and heavy in my mouth.

Five girls. I'd made five girls cum tonight with my mouth and fingers. The realization kept circling through my foggy brain, equal parts pride and disbelief. Alice, Daisy, Carly, Becca, Ella. Five.

"Ben?" Alice's voice cut through the haze, soft and concerned. "Baby, are you okay?"

I managed a weak nod, though I wasn't entirely sure it was true. I was okay in the sense that nothing was seriously wrong, but I was also completely and utterly spent. My body felt like it belonged to someone else, heavy and unresponsive.

I felt Alice's cool hand on my forehead, her fingers brushing my sweat-dampened hair back. "You're burning up," she murmured. "And you're exhausted. Come on, let's get you sitting up at least."

She slipped her arms under my shoulders, and I felt other hands helping too, Daisy on one side, Ella on the other. Together they managed to get me into a sitting position, my back against the couch. The room tilted alarmingly for a moment before settling.

"Here," Carly said, appearing with a glass of water. "Drink this."

I took the glass with trembling hands and drank gratefully. The cool water soothed my raw throat, and I drained the entire glass in one go. It helped, but not enough. I still felt like I'd run a marathon.

"Better?" Alice asked, kneeling beside me. Her hand cupped my cheek, her thumb stroking my skin gently.

"Yeah," I managed, my voice hoarse. "Just... really tired."

"I know, sweetheart," she said, her eyes full of love and concern. "You worked so hard tonight. I'm so incredibly proud of you."

The praise made something warm bloom in my chest despite my exhaustion. I'd pleased Alice. That was what mattered.

"That was seriously impressive," Ella said from somewhere to my left. "I've never seen anyone go down on five girls in one night. You're like a pussy-eating superhero."

That got a weak laugh out of me, and several of the other girls giggled.

"He really is amazing," Daisy agreed, her voice warm. "Alice, you're one lucky woman."

"Don't I know it," Alice said, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

I let my eyes drift closed for a moment, just focusing on breathing and trying to will some energy back into my body. The room around me was a comfortable buzz of conversation, the girls talking and laughing, the sexual tension from earlier mellowing into something more relaxed and intimate.

"Poor thing is completely exhausted," I heard Ella say. "Maybe we should call it a night?"

"Not yet," Alice said, and there was something in her voice that made my eyes flutter open. "I think Ben has earned a reward, don't you?"

My heart skipped despite my exhaustion. A reward? What did that mean?

Alice stood up, and I watched as she surveyed the room, her eyes moving from girl to girl with an assessing gaze. Most of them were in various states of undress, Daisy and Becca completely naked, Ella topless, Carly in just her panties. The sexual energy that had filled the room earlier was still there, simmering just below the surface.

Then Alice's eyes landed on someone in the corner, and her expression shifted into something thoughtful. I followed her gaze and felt my stomach do a complicated flip.

Fiona.

She was sitting in the armchair, still mostly dressed in her bra and panties. While everyone else had been losing clothes and inhibitions throughout the night, Fiona had remained on the periphery, watching but not really participating. She'd taken off her sweater, top and jeans earlier when dared, but that was it. She looked nervous, her hands gripping the arms of the chair, her eyes wide as she realized Alice was looking at her.

"Fiona," Alice said, her voice taking on that commanding edge that always made my cock twitch. "You've been awfully quiet tonight."

Fiona's face flushed bright red. "I... I've been watching. It's been... interesting."

"Interesting," Alice repeated with a small smile. "That's one word for it." She moved closer to Fiona, her movements graceful and predatory. "You know, Ben has worked very hard tonight. He's pleasured five girls, made each of us cum, and he hasn't gotten anything in return except a lap dance a couple hours ago."

My face burned at the reminder, but Alice wasn't done.

"I think he deserves a proper reward, don't you?" Alice asked, her eyes never leaving Fiona's face.

Fiona's blush deepened, spreading down her neck to her chest. "I... what kind of reward?"

Alice's smile widened. "I dare you to get Ben off."

The room went completely silent. I felt my heart stop, then start again at double speed. Fiona's eyes went wide, her mouth falling open in shock.

"What?" Fiona squeaked, her voice barely audible.

"You heard me," Alice said calmly. "Ben has been such a good boy tonight. He's earned an orgasm, a real one, not just grinding through his boxers. And you're the only one who hasn't participated yet. So I'm daring you to make him cum."

"Alice," Fiona said, her voice shaking. "I can't... I don't..."

"Why not?" Alice asked, her tone gentle but firm. "Don't you think Ben deserves it?"

"It's not that," Fiona said quickly, her eyes darting to me for a brief moment before looking away. "I just... I don't know how. I've never..."

She trailed off, but the implication was clear. My eyes widened. Was Fiona saying what I thought she was saying?

"Never what?" Alice prompted gently.

Fiona took a deep breath, her hands twisting in her lap. "I'm a virgin," she said quietly, the words barely audible. "I've never... I mean, I've kissed guys, but I've never done anything more than that. I don't know what I'm doing."

The confession hung in the air. I felt a surge of protectiveness toward Fiona, this sweet, shy girl who was clearly way out of her comfort zone.

"That's okay," Alice said, her voice softening. "You don't have to have sex with him. I'm not asking you to lose your virginity. I'm just asking you to use your mouth."

Fiona's eyes went even wider. "You want me to... to give him a blowjob?"

"Yes," Alice said simply. "And before you say you don't know how, we'll help you. All of us. We'll guide you through it, show you what to do. You won't be alone."

I watched Fiona's face as she processed this. She looked terrified, but there was something else there too, curiosity, maybe? Interest? Her eyes flicked to me again, lingering this time, and I saw her bite her lower lip.

"I don't know," she said uncertainly.

"Fiona," Daisy chimed in, her voice warm and encouraging. "It's really not that hard. And Ben is sweet, he'll be patient with you. Plus, you've got a whole room of experienced women here to help you out."

"Think of it as a learning experience," Ella added with a grin. "Sex ed, but way more fun."

"And way more hands-on," Becca said, which made several of the girls laugh.

Fiona looked around the room at all the encouraging faces, then back at me. Our eyes met, and I tried to convey with my expression that it was okay, that she didn't have to do this if she didn't want to, that I wouldn't be upset or disappointed.

But I also couldn't deny the surge of arousal that shot through me at the thought of Fiona's mouth on my cock. Sweet, innocent Fiona, who'd been watching all night with those wide eyes, learning how to please someone for the first time with me.

"Okay," Fiona said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll try. But... but you all have to help me. I don't want to mess it up."

"You won't mess it up," Alice assured her. "We'll make sure of it." She turned to me, her eyes sparkling with excitement and arousal. "Ben, baby, come sit on the couch."

I pushed myself up on shaky legs, my muscles protesting the movement. Daisy and Ella helped steady me as I made my way to the couch and sat down heavily. My cock was still hard in my boxers despite my exhaustion, responding to the promise of what was about to happen.

Alice knelt beside the couch, her hand on my thigh. "How are you feeling? Can you do this?"

"Yeah," I said, my voice rough. "I'm tired, but... yeah. I can do this."

"Good boy," she murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Just relax and let us take care of you."

Fiona stood up from her chair, her movements hesitant and uncertain. She walked over to where I was sitting, her eyes fixed on the floor. When she finally looked up at me, I could see the nervousness written all over her face, but also determination.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi," I replied, giving her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I won't be upset."

"I want to," she said, though her voice shook slightly. "I'm just... nervous."

"That's okay," I said gently. "I'm a little nervous too."

That seemed to help. Some of the tension left her shoulders, and she managed a small smile.

"Okay, Fiona," Alice said, taking charge. "First things first. Ben's still wearing his boxers. Why don't you take them off?"

Fiona's hands trembled as she reached for the waistband of my boxers. I lifted my hips to help her, and she slowly pulled them down and off, tossing them aside. My cock sprang free, already hard but still getting harder by the second.

Fiona stared at it, her eyes wide. "It's... bigger than I expected," she said, then immediately looked mortified. "Sorry, I didn't mean..."

"It's okay," I said quickly, trying not to laugh. "That's... that's actually a compliment."

The other girls were gathering around now, forming a loose circle around us. It should have felt intimidating, having an audience for this, but instead it felt supportive, like they were all there to help Fiona succeed.

"Alright," Alice said, her voice taking on an instructional tone. "Fiona, kneel down between his legs. Get comfortable."

Fiona did as instructed, settling on her knees on the floor between my spread thighs. She was so close now that I could feel her breath on my skin, and my cock twitched in response.

"Good," Alice encouraged. "Now, start by just touching him. Get used to how he feels. Use your hand."

Fiona reached out tentatively, her fingers barely brushing against my shaft. The touch was feather-light, almost ticklish, but it still sent a jolt of pleasure through me.

"It's okay to grip it," Daisy said from somewhere behind Fiona. "You won't hurt him. Guys like a firm touch."

Fiona wrapped her hand around my cock, her grip uncertain at first, then firmer as she gained confidence. She stroked up and down experimentally, and I couldn't suppress the small groan that escaped me.

"See?" Alice said with a smile. "You're already making him feel good. Now, before you use your mouth, you can start with some kisses. Just gentle ones, along the shaft and the head."

Fiona leaned in, her breath warm against my cock. She pressed a soft, almost chaste kiss to the side of my shaft, then another, working her way up. When she reached the head, she paused, looking up at me with uncertain eyes.

"You're doing great," I managed to say, my voice strained. "Really great."

Encouraged, she pressed a kiss to the tip, and I felt a bead of precum leak out. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't pull away.

"That's normal," Carly said softly. "It means he's really turned on. You can lick it if you want. It won't hurt you."

Fiona's tongue darted out, tentatively licking the tip of my cock. She pulled back, seeming to consider the taste, then did it again with more confidence.

"Oh fuck," I breathed, my hands gripping the couch cushions.

"Now you're ready to take him in your mouth," Alice said. "Start with just the head. Don't try to take too much at once. Just wrap your lips around it and suck gently."

Fiona took a deep breath, then opened her mouth and took the head of my cock between her lips. The sensation was incredible, warm, wet, and so fucking good. She sucked gently, experimentally, and I had to fight the urge to thrust up into her mouth.

"That's it," Alice encouraged. "Now try to take a little more. Use your tongue on the underside, that's the most sensitive part."

Fiona tried to take more of me into her mouth, but she immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing.

"Sorry," she gasped, her face bright red. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay," Alice soothed, rubbing Fiona's back. "That's completely normal. You have a gag reflex, everyone does. You just need to learn to work with it. Try again, but go slower this time. And breathe through your nose."

Fiona nodded and took me back into her mouth, more carefully this time. She managed to take a bit more before her gag reflex kicked in again, but she didn't pull off completely this time, just backed off a little.

"Good," Daisy said. "You're getting it. Just find a depth that's comfortable and work with that. You don't have to deepthroat him, most guys are perfectly happy with just the first few inches."

Fiona found a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down on the first few inches of my cock. It felt good, really good, but I could tell she was struggling. Her technique was uncertain, her movements hesitant. She was trying so hard, and I appreciated the effort, but it wasn't quite enough to get me there.

"Here," Alice said after a minute. "Let me show you."

Fiona pulled off, looking relieved and a little disappointed. Alice moved into position, kneeling beside Fiona between my legs.

"Watch what I do," Alice said, looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "Pay attention to the technique."

Then she took my cock into her mouth, and I nearly came right then and there.

Alice knew exactly what she was doing. She took me deep, her throat relaxing to accommodate my length, then pulled back slowly, her tongue working the underside of my shaft. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked, creating incredible suction, and used her hand to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach.

"Oh fuck, Alice," I groaned, my head falling back against the couch.

She worked me with expert precision, showing off everything she'd learned about my body. She knew exactly how much pressure to use, exactly where to focus her attention, exactly how to make me lose my mind.

But just as I was getting close, she pulled off with a wet pop.

"See?" she said to Fiona, not even slightly out of breath. "It's all about rhythm and pressure. And don't forget to use your hand too, you can't get all of him in your mouth, so your hand makes up the difference."

Fiona was staring at Alice with something like awe. "That was... wow."

"Your turn," Alice said, moving aside. "Try again, and remember what I showed you."

But before Fiona could take me back into her mouth, Daisy moved forward.

"Wait," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I have an idea. Ben, you've been working so hard tonight. You deserve to feel really good."

Before I could ask what she meant, Daisy was climbing onto the couch beside me. She straddled my lap, her large breasts right in front of my face.

"Suck on my tits while Fiona practices," she said, her voice husky. "It'll feel good for both of us."

I looked over to Alice who just nodded and I didn't need to be told twice. I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking as Daisy moaned above me. Her breasts were incredible, large and soft, with sensitive nipples that hardened under my tongue.

"Oh fuck yes," Daisy breathed, her hands coming up to cradle my head against her chest. "That's so good."

I felt Fiona's mouth return to my cock, and the dual sensation was overwhelming. Daisy's soft breast in my mouth, her nipple hard against my tongue, while Fiona's warm, wet mouth worked my cock. It was almost too much.

Fiona was doing better this time, incorporating what Alice had shown her. She was using her hand in conjunction with her mouth, stroking what she couldn't fit. Her technique was still a bit clumsy, but there was enthusiasm there, a genuine desire to please.

"That's it, Fiona," Alice encouraged from somewhere nearby. "You're doing so well. Look how hard he is for you. Look how much he's enjoying it."

I switched to Daisy's other breast, lavishing the same attention on it. Daisy was grinding slightly against my stomach, clearly getting off on having her nipples sucked.

"Use your tongue more," Ella suggested to Fiona. "Swirl it around the head. Guys love that."

I felt Fiona's tongue swirl around the head of my cock, and I groaned against Daisy's breast. Fuck, that felt good.

"And don't forget about his balls," Becca added. "Cup them gently while you suck him. The extra stimulation will drive him crazy."

Fiona's hand moved lower, tentatively cupping my balls. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, and it sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.

"Oh god," I gasped, pulling away from Daisy's breast. "That's... fuck, that's really good."

"See?" Alice said, and I could hear the pride in her voice. "You're a natural, Fiona. Keep going just like that."

The pleasure was building steadily now, a warm pressure low in my belly that was spreading outward. Between Fiona's increasingly confident mouth, her hand on my balls, and Daisy's breasts in my face, I was getting close. Really close.

I went back to sucking Daisy's nipples, using my teeth gently to scrape across the sensitive buds. Daisy moaned loudly, her hips grinding harder against me.

"I'm getting close," I warned, my voice muffled against Daisy's breast. "Fiona, I'm gonna cum soon."

I felt Fiona pause, uncertainty in her movements. Then she pulled off completely, and I nearly whimpered at the loss.

"I don't... I'm not sure I want to..." Fiona said, her voice small.

"That's okay," Alice said immediately. "You don't have to. You did amazing, sweetie. Really amazing."

"Let us finish him off," Daisy said, climbing off my lap. "Come on, Alice. Let's give your boy the orgasm he deserves."

Alice moved into position on one side of my cock while Daisy took the other. The sight of both of them, their beautiful faces so close to my cock, their eyes dark with arousal, was almost enough to make me cum right there.

"Ready, baby?" Alice asked, looking up at me with a wicked smile.

"Yes," I managed. "Please."

They descended on me together, their mouths and tongues working in tandem. Alice focused on the head while Daisy licked and sucked along the shaft. Sometimes their tongues met, sliding against each other and my cock simultaneously. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, my hands fisting in the couch cushions. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna..."

"Cum for us, baby," Alice murmured against my cock. "Let go. You've earned it."

The orgasm hit me like a freight train. My whole body tensed, every muscle going rigid as pleasure exploded through me. I came hard, harder than I could ever remember cumming before, my cock pulsing as I shot rope after rope of cum.

Daisy had positioned herself so that most of it landed on her breasts, painting her pale skin with thick white streaks. Some of it hit her neck, her collarbone, dripping down between her breasts. The sight was obscene and beautiful all at once.

"Holy shit," Ella breathed from somewhere nearby. "That's so fucking hot."

I collapsed back against the couch, completely spent. My entire body felt like jelly, boneless and exhausted. I could barely keep my eyes open.

Through my blurred vision, I watched as Alice reached out and scooped some of my cum off Daisy's breast with her finger. She brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.

"Mmm," she hummed. "Delicious."

Then she scooped up more and turned to Fiona, who was still kneeling nearby, watching everything with wide eyes.

"Want to taste?" Alice asked, holding out her finger.

Fiona hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward and taking Alice's finger into her mouth. She sucked it clean, her expression thoughtful.

"It's... not bad," she said, sounding surprised.

Alice laughed and gathered more, offering it to each of the girls in turn. Carly took it eagerly, moaning at the taste. Ella licked it off Alice's fingers with enthusiasm. Even Becca, who'd been hanging back, accepted a taste with a satisfied hum.

"Everyone should taste how good our boy is," Alice said, her voice full of affection and pride.

I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as the girls shared my cum, passing it between them like some kind of intimate communion. It should have been weird, maybe even gross, but instead it felt right. Like they were all sharing in something special, something that belonged to all of us.

My eyes were getting harder and harder to keep open. The exhaustion that had been building all night was finally catching up with me, crashing over me like a wave. I felt myself starting to drift, my consciousness getting fuzzy at the edges.

"Ben?" Alice's voice cut through the fog. "Baby, stay with me for just a little longer."

I forced my eyes open to find her kneeling beside me, her face full of love and concern. "Tired," I mumbled, my tongue feeling thick in my mouth.

"I know, sweetheart," she said softly, stroking my cheek. "You did so well tonight. I'm so proud of you. But we need to get you to bed, okay? You can't sleep on the couch."

"Okay," I agreed, though the thought of moving seemed impossible.

Alice looked around at her friends. "Can someone help me get him upstairs?"

"I've got him," Ella said, moving to my other side. Together, she and Alice got me to my feet, supporting my weight as my legs threatened to give out.

"Thank you all for tonight," Alice said to the room. "This was... incredible."

"Thank you for sharing him," Daisy said with a warm smile, now wearing a robe to cover her cum-covered chest. "He's pretty special."

"He really is," Carly agreed softly.

"Best game night ever," Becca declared, and the other girls murmured their agreement.

"Fiona," Alice said, looking at the shy girl who was now back in her armchair, wrapped in a blanket. "You did amazing tonight. I'm proud of you for trying something new."

Fiona's face flushed, but she smiled. "Thank you for being patient with me. And... and thank you, Ben. For being so sweet about everything."

I managed to give her a tired smile. "You were great," I said, my words slightly slurred with exhaustion. "Really great."

Alice and Ella half-carried, half-walked me toward the stairs. Each step felt like climbing a mountain, my legs shaking with the effort. By the time we reached the top, I was leaning heavily on both of them.

"Which room?" Ella asked.

"Mine," Alice said, guiding us down the hallway to her bedroom.

They got me inside and helped me onto the bed. I collapsed onto the mattress with a grateful groan, my body sinking into the soft comfort. Ella stepped back, giving Alice and me some privacy.

"Get some rest, Ben," Ella said from the doorway. "You earned it. And seriously, tonight was incredible. Thank you."

"Welcome," I mumbled into the pillow.

I heard the door close softly, and then Alice was there, climbing onto the bed beside me. She'd grabbed a damp washcloth from somewhere and was gently cleaning my face, wiping away the dried arousal from the various girls I'd pleasured tonight.

"You were perfect tonight," she murmured as she worked. "Absolutely perfect. Do you know how proud I am of you?"

"Mmm," was all I could manage in response.

She finished cleaning my face and tossed the washcloth aside, then curled up beside me, her body warm against mine. Her arm draped over my chest, and I felt her press a soft kiss to my shoulder.

"I love you so much," she whispered. "My sweet, perfect boy."

"Love you too," I mumbled, already halfway to sleep.

"Sleep now," she said softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. "I'll be right here when you wake up."

That was all the permission I needed. I let myself drift, surrounded by Alice's warmth and the lingering scent of sex and satisfaction. My last coherent thought before sleep claimed me was that despite the exhaustion, despite the aching jaw and sore knees, tonight had been incredible.

I'd pleased Alice. I'd made her proud. And that was worth everything.

As consciousness faded, I felt Alice's lips press against my temple one more time, heard her whisper something that might have been "mine" or might have been "perfect" or might have been both.

Then there was nothing but warm, dreamless sleep, and the comfort of knowing I was exactly where I belonged.

I emerged from the shelter into the late afternoon sun, Elizabeth's words still echoing in my mind. The beach was bustling with activity, people moving between shelters, tending the fire, organizing the day's findings. The scene looked almost peaceful, almost normal, if you ignored the underlying tension that permeated everything we did, the constant awareness that we were stranded, vulnerable, and very much at the mercy of this island.

Kim spotted me immediately and made her way over, her generous curves moving gracefully despite her obvious exhaustion. Her blue eyes searched my face with that maternal concern I'd come to recognize, looking for signs that I was okay, that Elizabeth's condition hadn't broken something in me.

"How is she?" Kim asked quietly, though I suspected she'd been checking on her sister regularly while I'd been gone.

"In pain but stable," I reported, keeping my voice low enough that only she could hear. "Strong, actually. Gave me hell for apologizing, told me to stop wallowing in guilt. She's tougher than I gave her credit for."

"She is," Kim agreed with obvious pride and affection warming her voice. "Always has been, under all that model perfect exterior and mean girl attitude. She just never had reason to show it before. Crisis brings out people's true selves, I think."

"Speaking of crisis," I said, glancing around at the gathered group, noting who was present and who was still out on various tasks. "We should probably gather everyone and figure out dinner, talk about what happened today, make plans for tonight's watch and tomorrow's priorities."

Kim nodded and raised her voice to carry across the beach. "Everyone! Gather around the fire! Time to eat and talk about today!"

People converged from various directions over the next few minutes. The construction team emerged from where they'd been working on reinforcing the new shelter. Abbie with twigs in her red hair, Chris looking pleasantly tired, Beth looking exhausted. Members of the foraging team returned from the opposite direction, Astrid and Payton carrying armloads of coconuts, with Maeve trailing behind looking like the physical labour had deeply offended her sensibilities.

Robert's fishing team was the last to arrive, and I could tell from Hunter's aggressive posture and Robert's tight expression that their expedition hadn't gone well. Fumiko looked apologetic, Katie looked frustrated, and neither Robert nor Hunter were carrying any fish.

"No luck fishing?" I asked, trying to keep any judgment out of my voice.

"The equipment was inadequate," Robert said immediately, his politician's deflection kicking in to avoid taking responsibility. "We need proper fishing line, hooks, nets. Trying to catch fish with sharpened sticks in open water is an exercise in futility. Anyone with basic understanding of fishing would know that."

"We caught some yesterday with sharp sticks," Katie pointed out, her voice carrying an edge of irritation. "It's possible. It just takes patience and practice and actual effort."

"Or maybe," Hunter added with aggressive certainty, "the fish aren't where you were trying yesterday. Water conditions change. We can't just expect the same results every time using the same location."

"Or maybe," Katie interjected bluntly, "you two spent more time arguing about technique than actually trying to catch anything. Just like you spent three days arguing about water instead of finding water."

The tension ratcheted up immediately, Robert's face flushing with anger, Hunter's fists clenching, but Mike stepped in before it could escalate into another full confrontation.

"Let's focus on what we have rather than what we don't," he said in his deep, calming voice, gesturing to the pile of coconuts and the fruit we'd brought back. "We've got resources. We've got food. Maybe not as much protein as we'd like, but nobody's starving tonight. That's a win."

He was right, and people seemed to recognize it. The foraging team had collected maybe thirty coconuts, a significant haul. Combined with the forty-some fruit pieces we'd brought back and some remaining limpets from yesterday, we actually had a decent meal for twenty people. Not abundant, not enough to stuff ourselves, but sufficient to take the edge off the gnawing hunger.

We distributed the food as equitably as possible, everyone getting several pieces of fruit, some coconut meat and water, and a few of the shellfish. Chris volunteered to be the guinea pig for the fruit, taking several full pieces and eating them enthusiastically despite our warnings about caution.

"If I die," he said with his usual good humor, "at least I die with a full stomach and surrounded by beautiful women. Worse ways to go."

"Don't joke about dying," Beth said quietly, her conservative Midwestern sensibility showing through. "We've already lost too many people. Don't tempt fate."

As we ate, the conversation naturally turned to the day's events, and specifically to the wolf attack. Everyone wanted details, wanted to understand the threat, wanted to know how to prevent another incident.

"Five wolves," Mike said, shaking his head in disbelief as I recounted the encounter. "That's a full pack. Organized hunters. That changes everything about how we need to operate on this island."

"We need weapons," Abbie stated firmly, her green eyes serious. "Real weapons. Not just clubs and sharp sticks. We need spears with fire-hardened points, maybe even bows if anyone knows how to make them. Something that gives us range and stopping power."

"I can make a bow," I offered. "My dad taught me. It's not complicated if you have the right materials, flexible wood, strong cord for the string, straight branches for arrows. Time-consuming but definitely doable. I can start on it tomorrow morning when there's proper light to work by."

"That would be huge," Mike said with obvious approval. "Projectile weapons change everything. You can engage threats from a distance, don't have to get within teeth and claw range."

"We also need better perimeter awareness," Fumiko added in her quiet, accented voice. She'd been mostly silent since arriving at our camp, but when she spoke people leaned in to listen. "Clear the vegetation around camp like was suggested earlier. Create sightlines. Make it impossible for predators to approach without being seen. It's basic defensive positioning."

"And we need more people on watch," Donna added, her maternal authority making it clear this wasn't a suggestion but a necessity. "Minimum two people at all times, maybe three during the high-risk hours after dark."

"The new shelter helps too," Abbie said, gesturing to the structure her team had completed. "It's smaller than the other two, really only sleeps four comfortably, but it's solid. Well-constructed, properly reinforced. Three shelters total means we can spread out, not have everyone crammed together. Makes it easier to rest properly."

The conversation flowed naturally, people building on each other's ideas, creating comprehensive security plans. Despite the fear that the wolf attack had generated, despite the very real danger it represented, the group was functioning well, working together to address the threat rather than fracturing into panic or blame.

As the sun sank toward the horizon, painting the sky in those familiar oranges and pinks, we finalized the watch schedule. First watch would be me, Mike, and Steph. Three people to cover more sightlines and provide mutual support. Second watch would be Chris, Tara, and Donna. Third watch would be Abbie, Fumiko, and Katie, carrying us through to dawn.

"Nobody goes anywhere alone anymore," I emphasized, looking around at the gathered faces to make sure everyone understood the seriousness. "Not to pee, not to grab something from a shelter, nowhere. Minimum two people for any movement beyond the immediate camp area. These wolves aren't afraid of humans, won't be scared off by a single person. Elizabeth only went around twenty feet away. We move in groups or we don't move at all."

Heads nodded in agreement, even the difficult personalities seeming to recognize that this threat transcended our usual power struggles and personality conflicts.

As full darkness settled over the beach and the stars emerged in their thousands, people began preparing for sleep. The three shelters filled with bodies, people arranging themselves in the spaces available, finding what comfort they could on the raised platforms we'd built.

Mike, Steph, and I positioned ourselves near the fire, close enough to its warmth and light but far enough back that we could watch both the treeline and the camp without being blinded by the flames. We'd built the fire up significantly, adding wood until the flames leaped high and bright, creating a barrier of light that would hopefully keep predators at bay.

For a while, we sat in comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of the island at night, the endless rhythm of waves, the rustle of palm fronds in the breeze, insects chirping and buzzing, the occasional call of a night bird. The sounds that had seemed peaceful just days ago now carried undertones of threat, every rustle potentially hiding danger.

"So," Steph said eventually, her voice breaking the silence with casual friendliness, "we should probably get to know each other better if we're going to be survival partners. I feel like I know some people pretty well by now, but you two are still kind of mysteries to me."

"Not much mystery to me," Mike said with his usual warm laugh. "I'm just a guy who used to be in the military but who now works security, likes sports, enjoys good food and good company. Born and raised in Atlanta, moved to Miami for work five years ago. Pretty straightforward life, really. What about you, Steph?"

Steph was quiet for a moment, and I could see her debating something internally, trying to decide how much to share, how honest to be. When she finally spoke, her voice carried a mix of defiance and vulnerability that suggested she expected judgment.

"I'm a porn actress," she said bluntly, the words hanging in the night air like a challenge. "Have been for three years. That's what I do for a living. That's how I pay my bills and afford my apartment in Miami Beach. I know what people think about that, know the judgments that come with it, but I'm not ashamed. It's honest work, I'm good at it, and I enjoy it most of the time."

I felt Mike tense slightly beside me, but when he spoke his voice carried no judgment, just genuine curiosity. "How'd you get into that? If you don't mind me asking. I'm not judging, just genuinely curious about how someone makes that choice."

"Started doing webcam stuff in college," Steph explained, seeming relieved by Mike's non-judgmental response. "Needed money for tuition and rent, regular jobs didn't pay enough or work with my class schedule. Webcam work was flexible, paid well, and honestly I discovered I liked it. Liked performing, liked the validation, liked the control over my own sexuality and how it was presented. After graduation, I was offered a contract with a production company. Good money, professional shoots, regular testing and safety protocols. Made sense financially and personally."

"You enjoy it?" I asked, genuinely curious. "The work itself, not just the money?"

"Most of the time," Steph said honestly. "Some shoots are amazing, good partners, creative concepts, everyone professional and respectful. Some are tedious, bad chemistry, boring scripts, just going through motions. Like any job, really. There are good days and bad days. But overall? Yeah, I enjoy it. I like sex, I like performing, I like the financial independence it gives me. I've got no regrets about my choices."

"Good for you," Mike said warmly. "Takes courage to do what you want despite what society thinks. I respect that. As long as you're safe and happy, nobody else's opinion matters."

"Thanks," Steph said, and I could hear genuine gratitude in her voice. "Most people either treat me like a victim who needs saving, or like a slut who deserves judgment. It's nice to just be treated like a person who made a career choice."

"You are a person who made a career choice," I said firmly. "And from what I've seen the past few days, you work hard, contribute willingly, don't complain despite clearly being out of your element with survival stuff. The rest of your life is nobody's business."

We settled back into comfortable silence, the conversation having created a sense of camaraderie and trust between the three of us. I found myself liking both Mike and Steph more after that exchange, appreciating their honesty and lack of pretension.

The hours passed slowly. We fed the fire regularly, maintained our vigilance, occasionally making small talk about inconsequential things—favorite movies, foods we missed, places we'd traveled, dreams we'd had before the crash disrupted everything. Mike told stories from work sites, Steph shared surprisingly funny anecdotes from film sets, and I found myself talking about the farm and my parents more than I had in years.

Around what must have been midnight, though I had no real way to track time beyond the stars' positions, I noticed movement in the treeline. Not close, maybe fifty yards distant, but definitely there, two sets of eyes reflecting the firelight, amber points in the darkness that watched us with predatory patience.

"Don't look directly at them," I said quietly, gesturing subtly toward the eyes. "But we've got watchers. Treeline, your eleven o'clock Mike, your two o'clock Steph."

Both of them tensed but followed my instructions, not turning their heads to look directly but using peripheral vision to track the threat. The eyes stayed there for maybe ten minutes, just watching, assessing, then blinked out as whatever animals they belonged to moved away into the forest.

"Wolves?" Steph asked, her voice carrying fear but remaining steady.

"Probably," I confirmed. "Or maybe something else. Hard to tell from just eyes. But they're watching us, learning our patterns, figuring out if we're prey worth pursuing."

"Comforting thought," Mike said dryly. "Nothing like knowing you're being sized up as a potential meal."

"The fire helps," I said, adding another large piece of wood and building the flames higher. "Most predators are instinctively afraid of fire. As long as we keep this burning bright and hot, they're unlikely to approach closer than the treeline."

Around what felt like 3 or 4 AM, Mike and Steph's exhaustion was becoming obvious despite their best efforts to stay alert. Mike's eyes were drooping, his head nodding forward before he'd catch himself and jerk back upright. Steph was yawning constantly, her pretty face showing the strain of staying awake when her body desperately wanted sleep.

"Go wake Chris, Tara, and Donna," I told them quietly. "Get some sleep. You've both earned it."

"What about you?" Mike asked, his dark eyes concerned. "You've been up just as long as us. Longer, actually. You were up before dawn doing camp stuff. You need sleep too, man."

"I'll stay up a bit longer," I said, though truthfully I had no intention of sleeping at all tonight. The guilt from Elizabeth's attack was still gnawing at me, making the thought of rest feel wrong somehow, like I didn't deserve comfort when she was lying injured because of my decisions. "Make sure the next watch gets properly oriented, then maybe I'll lie down."

Mike looked sceptical but too tired to argue. He and Steph headed to the shelters to wake their replacements, and within a few minutes Chris, Tara, and Donna emerged, rubbing sleep from their eyes but moving with the practiced efficiency of people who'd done night shifts before.

"Everything quiet?" Chris asked, settling near the fire with a branch in his hands, our current best weapon for camp defence.

"Mostly," I confirmed. "Saw some eyes in the treeline around midnight, but they didn't approach. Just watched for a bit then left. Fire seems to be working as a deterrent."

"Good to know," Donna said, then her maternal blue eyes fixed on me with that penetrating gaze that suggested she saw more than I wanted her to. "Colin, you should get some sleep. You look exhausted."

"I'm fine," I lied, though I could feel the exhaustion in every muscle, could feel my eyes burning with need for rest. "I'll stay up a bit longer, keep you company."

"Colin," Donna said more firmly, her voice taking on that maternal authority that somehow made you want to obey even when you knew you shouldn't. "When did you last sleep? Really sleep, not just a few hours of fitful rest?"

"Yesterday," I said, though even as I spoke I realized it had been more than that. I'd had maybe three or four hours of broken sleep last night, had been up before dawn organizing the day, had spent all day on various tasks and expeditions, had fought wolves, had carried Elizabeth back to camp. My body was running on fumes and adrenaline.

"Really?" Donna said, reading the truth on my face. "You're dead on your feet. You're going to collapse if you don't rest, and we can't afford that. We need you functional, Colin. That means you need to sleep."

"I will," I promised, though I had no intention of following through. "Just want to make sure you three are settled first."

Donna exchanged a look with Chris and Tara, some silent communication passing between them. Then she moved to sit beside me, her warm presence somehow comforting despite my resistance to rest.

"Talk to me," she said quietly, her voice pitched for my ears alone. "Tell me what's really keeping you awake. And don't say you're fine, because we both know that's bullshit."

"Elizabeth got hurt on my watch," I said finally, the words spilling out because Donna's maternal presence somehow made it impossible to keep them in. "Because I led that expedition, because I chose that route, because I didn't properly assess the dangers. That's on me."

"No," Donna said firmly, her hand finding mine and squeezing. "That's a pack of wolves who were hunting in their territory and saw vulnerable prey. You didn't create those wolves. You didn't tell Elizabeth to go off alone. You didn't invite the attack. And more importantly, you stopped it. You saved her life, Colin. You fought off five apex predators with a stick. That's not failure, that's extraordinary heroism."

"But if I'd,"

"If nothing," Donna interrupted, her maternal authority brooking no argument. "You can 'if' yourself into paralysis. If you'd known the wolves were there. If you'd had better weapons. If you'd chosen a different route. But none of those things were knowable in advance. You made the best decision you could with the information available, and when the situation went sideways, you handled it perfectly. Stop torturing yourself."

We sat in silence for a long moment, Donna's hand still holding mine, her touch warm and grounding. The fire crackled between us and the forest, and gradually I felt some of the crushing guilt begin to ease under her steady, rational reassurance.

"You remind me of my oldest," Donna said eventually, her voice soft with memory and affection. "Melissa. She's the responsible one, always has been. Takes on too much, blames herself when things go wrong, carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. I used to tell her the same thing I'm telling you, you can't control everything, and trying to will break you. Sometimes bad things happen despite your best efforts. That doesn't make them your fault."

"How do you just accept that?" I asked, genuinely wanting to know. "How do you let yourself off the hook when people get hurt under your watch?"

"By remembering that beating myself up doesn't help anyone," Donna said simply. "Guilt doesn't change what happened. It doesn't make Elizabeth's leg heal faster. It doesn't prevent future attacks. All it does is make you less effective at handling the next crisis. So you acknowledge the guilt, accept that you feel it, and then you set it aside and focus on what you can actually control, which is how you respond going forward."

Her words made sense in a way that Katie and Gabriella's earlier reassurances hadn't quite reached. Maybe because Donna was older, maternal, reminded me of what my mother might have said if she were here. Or maybe because exhaustion was finally cracking through my defences, making me more receptive to comfort and logic.

"Thank you," I said quietly. "For understanding. For not judging me for wallowing."

"Everyone's entitled to wallow sometimes," Donna said with a gentle smile. "Just don't let it become a permanent state. Now, are you going to actually get some rest, or do I need to assign someone to physically restrain you?"

"I'll think about it," I said, which we both knew meant no.

Donna sighed but didn't push further. Instead, she settled in beside me, apparently deciding that if I was going to stay awake, at least I'd have company. We sat together through the rest of the second watch, occasionally talking, often just sitting in comfortable silence, watching the fire and the darkness beyond.

When it came time for the third watch to take over, I helped wake Abbie, Fumiko, and Katie, briefing them on what we'd seen during the night, the eyes in the treeline, the patterns of movement, the general quiet otherwise.

"You should sleep," Katie said when she saw me still up, her blue eyes concerned. "Colin, seriously. You can't keep going like this."

"I'm fine," I said automatically.

"You're not fine," Abbie said bluntly, her green eyes sharp despite having just woken. "But I won't waste breath arguing. Just don't collapse on us, yeah? We need you functional."

The three of them settled into their watch positions, and I stayed with them despite their protests. The hours until dawn passed slowly, my body screaming for rest that I refused to give it, my mind running circles of guilt and responsibility and fear that I was failing everyone who depended on me.

As the sky began to lighten in the east, painting everything in shades of grey before the colours emerged, I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. I'd made it through the night. I'd stayed alert, maintained the watch, kept everyone safe. Elizabeth's injury was still my responsibility, still my failure, but at least I hadn't compounded it by being lazy or self-indulgent enough to sleep.

The camp began to stir as dawn broke properly, people emerging from shelters, stretching, yawning, preparing for another day. Kim was one of the first out, and her blue eyes immediately found mine across the camp, widening with concern when she realized I was still up from last night.

"Colin," she said, approaching quickly, her generous curves moving with purpose. "Did you sleep at all last night?"

"I was on watch," I said, which was technically true but avoided answering the actual question.

"The whole night?" Kim's voice rose with concern and frustration. "You were supposed to rest after your shift! That was the whole point of having multiple people on watch!"

"I'm fine," I insisted, though my voice was rough with exhaustion and my hands were trembling slightly.

"You're not fine," Kim said firmly. "But we'll deal with that later. Right now, people are gathering for breakfast. Come on."

The morning meal was sparse, some remaining coconut, a few pieces of yesterday's fruit, some water. Chris reported that the fruit had caused him no ill effects, which meant it was safe for general consumption, a small victory in our ongoing struggle for resources.

After breakfast, as people began organizing for the day's tasks, I stood and addressed the group.

"We need weapons," I said, my voice carrying across the gathered faces despite my exhaustion. "Real weapons, not just improvised clubs. I'm going to spend today making a bow and arrows for range defence, and teaching anyone who wants to learn how to make fire-hardened spears. We can't risk another attack like yesterday's."

"I'll help," Abbie said immediately. "Show me what needs doing and I'll handle the spear production. You focus on the bow."

"Me too," Mike added. "I can at least fetch materials and do basic sharpening work."

Over the next several hours, I worked on crafting the bow while others gathered around to learn spear-making. Despite my exhaustion, the work was almost meditative, selecting the right wood, shaping it carefully, creating something that could protect us.

I showed them how to select straight branches, how to sharpen them properly, how to fire-harden the tips by holding them over the coals until the wood darkened and became more durable. It was simple work once you understood the principles, and soon I had Abbie, Mike, Chris, and even Fumiko working on creating a small arsenal of spears.

The bow took longer. Finding the right wood, something with flex but also strength, required careful selection. I finally found a suitable piece about five feet long, reasonably straight, with the density I needed. Shaping it was painstaking work, removing bark, creating the tapered curve that would give proper draw weight.

For the string, I used braided fishing line that had been found washed up along the beach. Not ideal, but it would have to do. Arrows were even more time-consuming, each one needing to be perfectly straight, properly balanced, with a sharp fire-hardened point and crude fletching made from strips of fabric.

As the morning wore into afternoon, my exhaustion became impossible to hide. My hands shook as I worked, my vision occasionally blurred, and I caught myself swaying on my feet more than once.

"Colin, you need to stop," Kim said, appearing beside me with maternal authority. "You're about to collapse. You've been up for well over thirty hours straight. Your body has limits."

"I need to finish this," I protested weakly, though even I could hear how slurred my words were.

"Abbie can finish it," Kim said firmly, taking the bow from my hands before I could object. "You've shown everyone what to do. The work will continue without you. But it won't continue at all if you collapse from exhaustion and can't lead anymore."

Katie materialized on my other side. "She's right. You're done for now. Time to sleep."

Between the two of them, they essentially marched me toward the smaller shelter, and I was too exhausted to resist effectively. My body had apparently decided that since I wouldn't listen to reason, it would just shut down and force the issue.

The shelter's interior was dim and cool, a relief after hours in the sun. I could barely keep my eyes open as Kim and Katie helped me onto the raised platform.

"Sleep," Kim ordered, her voice soft but firm. "We'll handle everything. Just sleep."

I wanted to argue, wanted to insist that I needed to stay awake and useful. But my body had other ideas. The moment I lay down, exhaustion crashed over me like a wave, pulling me under before I could even form a coherent protest.

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I woke gradually, becoming aware of sensations before thoughts, heat, wetness, pressure, pleasure radiating from my groin in waves that pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat. My cock was hard, incredibly hard, straining and throbbing with need.

My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the afternoon light filtering through the palm frond walls, and I saw Gabriella kneeling between my legs, her dark head moving rhythmically as her mouth worked my shaft with practiced skill and obvious enthusiasm. Her full lips were sealed tight around me, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, and even through my sleep-addled confusion I could tell this wasn't the first time she'd taken me in her mouth, the wet sounds and the intensity of the sensation suggested she'd been at this for several minutes at least.

"Gabriella," I managed, my voice rough with sleep and arousal, my hands automatically going to her dark hair. "What are you,"

She pulled off me with a wet pop, her dark eyes meeting mine with heat and mischief. "Waking you up properly," she purred, her accented voice husky. "You've been asleep for hours. I came to check on you and found you looking so peaceful. And then I noticed this," her hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking slowly, "and I thought, why waste such a lovely opportunity?"

Before I could formulate any protest, she took me back into her mouth, deeper this time, her throat opening to accommodate my length as she swallowed around me. The sensation was incredible, overwhelming, driving any remaining sleepiness from my system and replacing it with urgent arousal.

One hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, while her other hand cupped my balls, massaging them gently with just the right pressure. The combination of sensations was rapidly pushing me toward the edge.

"Gabriella," I gasped, my fingers tightening in her hair. "I'm getting close. Really close,"

But she didn't pull back. She took me deeper instead, her nose pressing against my stomach, her throat working around me. Her dark eyes locked onto mine, making it clear she wanted this.

Just as I felt myself approaching the edge, Gabriella suddenly pulled off me completely, leaving my cock throbbing desperately in the cool air. Before I could protest the denial, she was straddling my hips, her panties pushed aside to expose her glistening sex.

"I need you inside me," she breathed, her dark eyes wild with desire. "I need to feel you."

She positioned herself over my aching cock and sank down in one smooth, deliberate motion, taking me completely inside her wet heat. We both groaned at the sensation, she was incredibly hot and tight, her inner walls gripping me perfectly as she settled fully onto my hips.

"God, yes," Gabriella moaned, her head falling back as she began to move. "You feel so good. So deep."

She rode me with increasing urgency, her generous breasts bouncing with each movement, her hips rolling in practiced rhythm that drove me wild. My hands found her waist, then moved to her ass, gripping the generous curves, helping to lift and lower her onto my shaft.

"Harder," she gasped, her nails digging into my chest. "Don't hold back."

I thrust up to meet her movements, changing the angle so I hit deeper, and she cried out in pleasure. Her pace became more frantic, more desperate, her breathing ragged as she chased her release.

"Colin," she moaned, her dark eyes finding mine again. "I'm so close. Touch me. Please."

I slid one hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing firm circles while maintaining the deep, steady rhythm. The dual stimulation was exactly what she needed.

"Yes! Right there! Don't stop!" Her voice rose with each word, losing all pretence of quiet.

Her inner walls began to flutter around my cock, gripping me tighter with each thrust. I could feel her orgasm building, could see it in the tension of her body, the way her movements became erratic and desperate.

"Colin!" she screamed, not even attempting to muffle the sound. "Oh god, yes!"

Her orgasm hit hard, her whole body going rigid above me, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my shaft in powerful waves. The scream that tore from her throat was loud and primal, echoing through the shelter and definitely carrying across the entire beach, unmistakable, uninhibited, raw pleasure that anyone within a hundred yards would clearly recognize.

The sensation of her coming around me, combined with the erotic sound of her screaming my name, pushed me right to the edge. But before I could have my release, Gabriella suddenly lifted herself off me, my cock sliding out of her with an obscene wet sound.

"Not yet," she panted, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent as she immediately repositioned herself between my legs. "I want to taste us together."

Before I could process what she meant, her mouth was on me again, her lips sealing around my shaft that was slick with her arousal. She moaned as she tasted herself on me, the vibration traveling through my entire length.

"Gabriella," I gasped, my hands going to her hair.

She took me deep, deeper than before if that was possible, her throat opening completely to accommodate me. Her technique was urgent now, desperate, her head bobbing rapidly as one hand worked my shaft and the other cupped my balls.

The combination of sensations, having just been inside her, feeling her orgasm, now her skilled mouth working me with renewed enthusiasm, was overwhelming.

"I'm going to," I managed to gasp out in warning.

She didn't pull back. She took me as deep as she could, her nose pressing against my stomach, throat working around me as she swallowed. Her dark eyes locked onto mine again, making it absolutely clear she wanted this, wanted all of it.

That eye contact, the sight of this beautiful woman with my cock buried in her throat, her lips stretched around me, still flushed from her own orgasm, was what finally pushed me over the edge.

I came with a groan I barely managed to muffle, my cock pulsing as I released into her willing mouth. Gabriella swallowed everything, her throat working rhythmically, not spilling a drop.

"that was quite the wakeup call," she said with a satisfied smile, wiping her mouth. "You've been asleep for almost seven hours."

"seven hours?" I repeated, struggling to process through the post-orgasmic haze. "What time is it? Where is everyone?"

"late afternoon. Most people are out working, some have gone for a swim" Gabriella said, moving to straddle my hips. "Only a few of us are still in camp. And before you ask, Elizabeth's okay, limping but insisting on being mobile."

She was grinding against me as she spoke, my cock already starting to respond again despite having only just cum. Her heat was evident even through the fabric, and I could feel her wetness.

"We shouldn't," I said, even as my hands went to her hips. "People must have already heard us,"

"Let them," Gabriella said boldly, her dark eyes flashing. "I don't care who knows. I want you, Colin. Right now."

She reached down and fully removed her clothing, exposing herself, already glistening with arousal. Then she positioned herself over me and sank down in one smooth motion.

We both groaned at the sensation. She was incredibly wet, hot and welcoming, and when she began to move, riding me with practiced rolls of her hips, I forgot every reason this was a bad idea.

Her generous breasts bounced with her movements, and my hands moved up to cup them. She gasped and moved faster, her riding becoming more urgent.

"Yes," she breathed, her head falling back. "God yes, you feel so good."

I sat up, changing the angle, pulling her closer so our bodies were pressed together. My hands moved to her breasts, tweaking her nipples.

"Colin," she moaned, her arms wrapping around my neck. "Don't stop. I'm so close already."

Her orgasm hit hard, her whole body going rigid, her inner walls clenching around me. And this time she screamed, loud and uninhibited, a cry of pleasure that definitely carried across the beach to anyone within a hundred yards.

The sound, the knowledge that everyone could hear, combined with her pussy gripping my cock, pushed me over the edge. I came hard, pulsing inside her, raw and desperate and overwhelming.

We stayed frozen for a long moment, both trembling with aftershocks. Then reality crashed back.

"Fuck," I breathed. "We didn't, I came inside you. Again."

"I know," Gabriella said, satisfaction in her voice. "I felt every pulse. It was amazing."

"But you're not on birth control anymore," I said, panic rising. "What if,"

"Then I'll deal with it," Gabriella said firmly. "If I get pregnant, then that's life. That's nature. But I'm not going to regret this. Not for a second."

She pulled back to look at me seriously. "What's done is done. We wait and see what happens, and we deal with whatever comes. Together."

I wanted to argue, but she was right, panicking now wouldn't change anything.

"Okay," I said finally. "We deal with whatever comes. Together."

Gabriella smiled and kissed me gently, then climbed off me, both of us wincing as I slipped out. "You should probably clean up before rejoining everyone," she suggested with a laugh. "You look like you just had amazing sex, Twice"

She had a point. "I'll head to the ocean for a quick swim," I said.

"Good plan," Gabriella agreed. "I'll head back to the fire. Though honestly, after that scream, I think everyone knows exactly what we were doing."

She was right. Those scream’s had been loud, unmistakable. Well, fuck it. We were adults in a survival situation. If people had problems with that, they could deal with their own issues.

I pulled on my boxers and emerged from the shelter into the afternoon sun, immediately spotting Kim, Elizabeth, Jade, and Steph sitting near the fire. Their expressions ranged from knowing amusement to embarrassment, but none looked shocked.

Elizabeth caught my eye and grinned, giving me a subtle thumbs up despite the pain visible in her face. Kim's expression was harder to read, but not disapproving. Jade's face was flushed pink, but she managed a small smile. Steph just winked.

Further down the beach, I could see four figures in the water, Robert, Hunter, Peyton and Maeve, far enough away that they might not have heard, or if they had, they'd chosen to stay in the water rather than investigate.

I felt my face still wet with Daisy's arousal. My heart was pounding, my cock straining against my boxers, and every nerve in my body felt electrified. The room was thick with sexual tension, I could feel it in the air, see it in the flushed faces and dilated pupils of every girl watching us.

The taste of Daisy still lingered on my tongue, mixing with the earlier tastes of Alice. My lips felt swollen, sensitive, and there was a slight tremor in my hands that I couldn't quite control. Adrenaline, arousal, and the beginning edges of exhaustion were all mixing together in my system, creating a heady cocktail that made everything feel both hyper-real and dreamlike at the same time.

"Well," Alice said, her voice carrying that edge of command that made me shiver. "Who wants to go next?"

The question hung in the air for a moment, and I felt my stomach do a complicated flip. Part of me, the part that was desperate to please Alice, to be her good boy, wanted to keep going, to pleasure every single one of her friends if that's what she wanted. But another part of me, the part that was becoming increasingly aware of the dull ache starting to form in my jaw, wondered if I could actually handle more.

I could see the girls exchanging glances, some shy, some eager. Ella was biting her lip, her eyes dark with obvious interest. Becca was leaning back on the couch, her expression unreadable but her body language relaxed and open. Fiona had moved closer to the action, no longer hiding in the corner, her earlier shyness seemingly forgotten in the heat of the moment.

My jaw already felt a little tired from going down on both Alice and Daisy, but the thought of stopping now didn't even cross my mind. Not when Alice was looking at me with such pride and desire. Not when I could feel her approval radiating from her like warmth from the sun.

"I... I'd like to," came a soft voice, and I looked up to see Carly raising her hand tentatively, like a student in class asking a question she wasn't sure about. Her face was bright red, the blush spreading down her neck to her chest, making her pale skin glow pink in the lamplight. Her eyes darted between me and Alice, seeking permission, seeking reassurance. She was still in just her panties, her small breasts bare and her nipples hard, standing out like little peaks. "If that's okay?"

My heart swelled with something tender. Carly was so sweet, and the fact that she was brave enough to ask for this, to put herself out there in front of everyone, made me want to make it perfect for her.

Alice smiled warmly at her, and I could see genuine affection in her expression. "Of course it's okay, sweetie. Ben would love to make you feel good. Wouldn't you, baby?"

"Yes," I said immediately, looking at Carly and trying to convey with my eyes that she was safe, that I would take care of her. "I'd be honored."

And I meant it. Despite the growing ache in my jaw, despite the exhaustion starting to creep into my muscles, I genuinely wanted to make Carly feel good. She deserved pleasure, deserved to feel beautiful and desired.

Carly's blush deepened, spreading even further down her chest, but she smiled shyly and stood up from the couch. She walked over to where Daisy had been lying on the floor, her movements uncertain but determined. There was something endearing about the way she moved, a combination of nervousness and resolve that made her seem both vulnerable and strong at the same time.

Daisy had moved to sit on the couch next to Ella, both of them watching with obvious interest. I could see Daisy whispering something to Ella, and Ella grinned in response, her eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before them.

"You can take your panties off, Carly," Alice said gently, her voice soft and encouraging. "Unless you want Ben to do it?"

Carly shook her head quickly, her hair falling across her face. "I'll do it." Her hands trembled slightly as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. The movement was slow, deliberate, and I could see her taking deep breaths, working up her courage.

She stepped out of them and then lay down on the floor, her legs pressed together, her arms crossed over her chest in a protective gesture. She looked so vulnerable lying there, and I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me.

I moved toward her slowly, giving her time to change her mind if she wanted to. My knees were starting to feel sore from all the kneeling, and I could feel the beginning of what would probably be bruises forming. But I pushed the discomfort aside, focused entirely on Carly.

She didn't change her mind. Instead, she took a deep breath, I could see her chest rising and falling, and let her legs fall open, revealing her pussy. She was already wet, her arousal evident in the way her inner lips glistened in the light, and the sight made my mouth water despite the slight ache in my jaw.

"You're beautiful," I said softly, settling between her legs. I placed my hands gently on her thighs, feeling how tense she was. Her muscles were tight, coiled like springs, and I could feel her trembling slightly under my touch. "Just relax, okay? I'm going to make you feel really good." Unsure where my confidence had come from.

Carly nodded, biting her lower lip hard enough that I worried she might draw blood. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then another, working my way slowly toward her center. Her skin was incredibly soft, like silk under my lips, and I could feel goosebumps rising in the wake of my kisses. She gasped at the first touch of my tongue, her whole body jerking slightly, and I paused, letting her adjust to the sensation.

"It's okay," I murmured against her skin, my breath warm against her. "Just breathe."

I started slowly, gently, using broad strokes of my tongue to explore her. She tasted different from both Alice and Daisy, sweeter, with a delicate flavor that reminded me of honey. Her reactions were more subdued at first, little gasps and whimpers rather than loud moans. But I could feel her gradually relaxing under my touch, her thighs falling open wider, her hips starting to move in small circles.

"Oh," she breathed, and the sound was so soft, so vulnerable, that it made my chest tight. "Oh, that's... that's nice."

Nice. Such a simple word, but the way she said it, with wonder and surprise and pleasure all mixed together, made it feel like the highest praise.

I focused on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it gently into my mouth. Her back arched off the floor, and her hands came down to tangle in my hair. Her grip was tentative at first, like she wasn't sure if she was allowed to touch me, but as the pleasure built, her fingers tightened, holding on.

"Don't stop," she whispered, and there was a note of desperation in her voice now. "Please don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. I worked her steadily, paying attention to every little sound she made, every twitch of her body. But I quickly realized that Carly was going to take longer than Alice or Daisy had. She was more nervous, more in her head, and it was taking her longer to fully let go and surrender to the pleasure.

That was okay. I had all the time in the world. Or at least, I would make the time, no matter how much my jaw was starting to protest.

The ache in my jaw was becoming more noticeable now, a dull throb that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. It wasn't unbearable yet, but it was definitely there, a constant reminder of the work I'd already done. I tried to adjust my position slightly, to ease some of the strain, but there was only so much I could do.

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that made her gasp. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, tight and hot and wet, and I felt a surge of satisfaction. I pumped my fingers slowly while my tongue continued its work on her clit, building her pleasure gradually, patiently.

"Oh god," Carly moaned, her voice getting louder, losing some of that initial shyness. "Oh god, oh god."

I could feel her starting to let go, starting to stop thinking and just feel. Her hips were moving more freely now, rolling to meet my fingers, and her breathing had become ragged and uneven.

Her thighs started to tremble, and I could feel her getting closer. The muscles in her legs were quivering, and her pussy was clenching more frequently around my fingers. I maintained the same rhythm, the same pressure, even as my jaw started to protest more insistently. The ache was becoming more noticeable now, spreading from my jaw to my neck, a dull throb that made me want to stop and massage the joint.

But I couldn't stop. Not when Carly was so close. Not when I could feel her teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"I'm... I think I'm..." Carly's words dissolved into a high-pitched moan. Her whole body went rigid, every muscle tensing, and then she was screaming, actually screaming, as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around my fingers, pulsing in waves, her back arching so high off the floor that I thought she might hurt herself.

The sound of her scream echoed through the room, raw and primal and beautiful. I'd never heard Carly make a sound like that before, she was always so quiet, so reserved, and knowing that I'd brought that out of her filled me with pride.

I worked her through it, gentling my movements as she came down from the peak. When her body finally relaxed, going limp against the floor like a puppet with its strings cut, I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving, and there was a blissful smile on her face that made her look almost angelic.

"Holy shit," she breathed, her voice hoarse. "That was... I've never... holy shit."

The room erupted in laughter and applause, and I heard Ella wolf-whistle. I couldn't help but smile, even as I became acutely aware of the ache in my jaw. It was really starting to hurt now, a persistent throb that made me want to massage it, to work out the tension that had built up.

"Come here, baby," Alice said, and I crawled back to her on shaky legs. My knees were definitely going to be bruised tomorrow, and there was a stiffness in my back from being bent over for so long. She pulled me up onto the couch beside her and kissed me deeply, tasting Carly on my lips. "You're doing so well," she murmured against my mouth. "I'm so proud of you."

The praise helped ease some of the discomfort. I leaned into her touch, letting her warmth surround me, drawing strength from her presence. Her hand was cool against my flushed skin, and I realized I was sweating, my body working hard despite the relatively stationary position.

"That was amazing, Ben," Carly said from the floor, propping herself up on her elbows. Her face was still flushed, her eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss. "Thank you. Really. That was... I've never felt anything like that."

"You're welcome," I said, my voice a little hoarse. My throat felt dry, and I realized I should probably drink some water soon.

"Alright," Alice said, her hand stroking down my back in soothing circles. "Who's next?"

My stomach flipped, a complicated mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Next? I'd already gone down on three girls, Alice, Daisy, and Carly. My jaw was really starting to hurt, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. But I didn't want to disappoint Alice. I didn't want to let her down or make her think I wasn't capable of doing what she asked.

The thought of disappointing her was worse than any physical discomfort.

"Becca," Alice said, and I looked up to see her gazing at her roommate with a knowing smile. "You haven't had a turn yet."

Becca, who was sprawled naked on the other couch, raised an eyebrow. Her body language was relaxed, confident, completely comfortable in her nudity in a way that I envied. "I'm good, thanks. I'm enjoying the show."

"Oh, come on," Alice said, her voice taking on a teasing edge. "You know you want to. Remember how much you enjoyed it last time?"

Becca's expression shifted, something heated flickering in her eyes. Her pupils dilated, and I saw her tongue dart out to wet her lips. "That was different," she said, but there was less conviction in her voice now.

"How was it different?" Alice challenged, leaning forward slightly. "Ben's tongue is just as talented as last time. Maybe even more so, given how he just made Carly scream."

I felt my face heat up at the compliment, even as part of me preened under the praise.

Becca bit her lip, clearly considering. I could see the desire warring with her reluctance, could see the moment when desire won. Finally, she sighed and sat up, her movements fluid and graceful.

"Fine," she said, and there was a note of challenge in her voice. "But on my terms."

Alice smiled, and there was something knowing in that smile, like she'd expected this response. "Of course. Whatever you want."

Becca stood up and walked over to where I was sitting. She moved with confidence, her hips swaying, and I felt suddenly very small under her scrutiny. Becca was intimidating, confident and assertive in a way that was different from Alice's dominance. Where Alice was controlling and commanding, Becca was just... powerful. She had a presence that filled the room, demanded attention.

She looked down at me with an assessing gaze, her dark eyes traveling over my body, and I felt suddenly very aware of my state, kneeling on the floor in just my cum-stained boxers, my face still wet with the arousal of three different women, my hair disheveled from multiple hands running through it.

"Lie down," she said, gesturing to the floor. "On your back."

I looked at Alice, seeking permission, seeking reassurance. She nodded encouragingly, her eyes warm with love and trust. I slid off the couch and lay down on the floor, my heart racing. What was Becca planning? The carpet was rough against my back, and I could feel the coolness of the floor seeping through it.

She stood over me for a moment, one foot on either side of my chest, looking down at me with a smirk. From this angle, I could see everything, the curve of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, the dark triangle of hair between her legs. She was beautiful and terrifying all at once.

Then she slowly lowered herself, straddling my face. Her pussy was right above my mouth, close enough that I could smell her arousal, musky and sharp and intoxicating, but not quite touching.

"Here's how this is going to work," Becca said, her voice firm and brooking no argument. "I'm going to ride your face, and you're going to lie there and take it. You don't get to control the pace or the pressure. I do. Understand?"

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. This was different from anything I'd done before. With Alice, Daisy, and Carly, I'd been in control, I'd set the pace, chosen where to focus my attention, decided how much pressure to use. But Becca was taking all of that away from me.

"Yes," I managed to say, my voice muffled by her proximity.

"Good boy," she said, and then she lowered herself onto my mouth.

The first thing I noticed was how different this was from going down on the other girls. With them, I'd been in control, I'd set the pace, chosen where to focus my attention, decided how much pressure to use. But with Becca, I had no control at all. She was using my face for her pleasure, grinding against my mouth and tongue with an intensity that was almost overwhelming.

My jaw, already sore from three previous sessions, protested immediately. The pain flared sharp and hot, and I had to fight the urge to pull away. But I didn't have time to think about the pain because Becca was moving, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was both aggressive and precise. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she was taking it.

"That's it," she moaned, her hands coming down to grip my hair. Her grip was firm, almost painful, holding my head in place. "Just like that. Keep your tongue flat."

I did as she commanded, flattening my tongue and letting her grind against it. The taste of her flooded my mouth, sharper than the others, more intense, with a tang that made my taste buds tingle. She was wetter too, her arousal coating my face as she rode me harder.

I couldn't breathe properly. Every time I tried to take a breath through my nose, she would shift and cut off my air supply. Panic fluttered in my chest, my lungs starting to burn, but I forced it down. This was what Becca wanted. This was what Alice wanted me to do. I could handle it.

I had to handle it.

My hands came up instinctively, gripping Becca's thighs, not to push her away but just to hold on, to ground myself. Her skin was warm under my palms, and I could feel the muscles flexing as she moved.

"Fuck," Becca gasped, her movements becoming more erratic. "Your tongue is perfect. So fucking perfect."

I could hear the other girls watching, their breathing heavy, their whispered comments barely audible over the sound of Becca's moans. Someone, I thought it might be Ella, said something about how hot this was. Someone else, maybe Daisy, made a comment about wanting another turn.

But I couldn't focus on them. All I could focus on was Becca, her weight on my face, her taste in my mouth, the way her thighs were trembling on either side of my head. The way she was using me, taking her pleasure from me without apology or hesitation.

My jaw was screaming now, the pain sharp and insistent, radiating from the joint up into my temples. It felt like someone was driving a spike through the hinge of my jaw, and every movement of my tongue sent fresh waves of pain through my face.

But I pushed through it. I had to. For Alice. For Becca.

"I'm close," Becca panted, and I could hear the strain in her voice, the way her breathing had become ragged and uneven. "So fucking close. Don't you dare stop."

I wouldn't have been able to stop even if I wanted to. She was in complete control, using my face like a toy, chasing her pleasure with single-minded determination. My jaw was screaming now, the pain sharp and insistent, but I pushed through it. I had to. For Alice. For Becca.

The lack of air was making me lightheaded, and I could feel my vision starting to blur at the edges. My lungs were burning, desperate for oxygen, but I couldn't get enough air. Just when I thought I might actually pass out, Becca would shift slightly, giving me a brief moment to gasp in a breath before cutting off my air again.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Becca's voice rose to a shout, and then she was cumming, her whole body shaking as her orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clenched and pulsed against my mouth, and I felt a rush of wetness as she came hard, flooding my mouth with her release.

She stayed there for a moment, grinding slowly through the aftershocks, her full weight on my face, and I genuinely couldn't breathe at all. Panic surged through me, sharp and immediate, but before it could fully take hold, she finally lifted herself off my face.

I gasped for air, my lungs burning, my jaw throbbing with pain. But when I looked up at her, I saw satisfaction written all over her face, and despite the pain and the oxygen deprivation, I felt a surge of pride.

"Damn," she said, looking down at me with a lazy smile. "Alice wasn't kidding. You're good."

I couldn't respond. I was too busy trying to catch my breath and deal with the pain in my jaw. It felt like someone had punched me repeatedly, and I wasn't sure I could do this again. The joint felt swollen, tender, and every breath I took seemed to make it ache more.

But then Alice was there, kneeling beside me, her hand cool against my flushed cheek. The contrast between her cool skin and my overheated face was shocking, almost painful. "You did so well, baby," she murmured, her voice soft and full of love. "I'm so proud of you. Are you okay?"

"Jaw hurts," I managed to say, my voice rough and raspy. My throat felt raw, probably from the combination of exertion and having my air cut off.

"I know, sweetheart," she said sympathetically, her thumb stroking my cheekbone in gentle circles. "You've been working so hard. Do you need a break?"

I wanted to say yes. God, I wanted to say yes. I wanted to tell her that I needed to stop, that I couldn't do any more, that my jaw felt like it was going to fall off and my whole face was throbbing with pain.

But before I could speak, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

Ella was standing up from the couch, her naked body moving with that same confident grace she always had. She didn't say anything, didn't ask permission. She just looked at Alice, a question in her eyes, and I saw something pass between them, some unspoken communication that I wasn't privy to.

Alice looked back at her, then down at me. I could see her considering, weighing my exhaustion against whatever she wanted to happen next. Her eyes traveled over my face, taking in my flushed cheeks, my labored breathing, the way I was unconsciously working my jaw, trying to ease the ache.

Finally, she nodded.

Ella's face lit up with a smile, and she walked over to where I was still lying on the floor. Without a word, she sat down in front of me, spreading her legs wide in invitation. The movement was casual, confident, like this was the most natural thing in the world.

I looked up at Alice, silently asking if this was really what she wanted. My jaw was killing me. I wasn't sure I could do this again, at least not the same way I had before. The pain was constant now, a throbbing ache that made even the thought of moving my jaw seem unbearable.

But Alice nodded, her eyes soft with understanding. "Go ahead, baby," she said gently, her hand stroking through my hair. "Do your best. That's all I ask."

Do my best. I could do that. I could always do my best for Alice.

I took a deep breath and pushed myself up into a sitting position. Every movement felt like it took monumental effort. My muscles were stiff and sore, my knees protesting as I shifted position. I was exhausted, physically, mentally, emotionally, my cock painfully hard. But Ella was waiting, and Alice wanted this, so I would do it.

I crawled over to Ella, settling between her spread thighs. She looked down at me with that playful smile, her fingers already moving to play with her own nipples, rolling them between her fingers.

"Take your time," she said, her voice surprisingly gentle, lacking the teasing edge it usually had. "I'm in no rush."

I appreciated that more than she knew. The acknowledgment that I was tired, that I was struggling, made something in my chest loosen slightly.

I leaned forward and dragged my tongue up her slit, and immediately my jaw protested. The pain was sharp enough to make me wince, and I knew I couldn't do this the same way I'd done the others. My jaw simply wouldn't cooperate anymore.

I would have to adapt.

Instead of focusing primarily on my tongue, I brought my hand up and slid two fingers inside her. She was already wet, her pussy welcoming my fingers easily, and I felt a small surge of relief. If I could make her cum mostly with my fingers, maybe I could spare my jaw some of the work.

I curled my fingers to find her g-spot while my tongue worked her clit in slow, gentle circles. It wasn't as intense as what I'd done for the others. My tongue moved slower, more deliberately, and I relied heavily on my fingers to do most of the work.

But Ella didn't seem to mind. She moaned appreciatively, her hips rolling to meet my hand. "That's good," she breathed. "Your fingers feel amazing."

I added a third finger, stretching her, and increased the pace of my thrusts. My tongue continued its slow work on her clit, but I could feel my jaw getting weaker with each passing second. The pain was becoming harder to ignore, spreading from my jaw to my temples, creating a headache that pulsed behind my eyes.

But I kept going. I had to. For Alice.

I focused on the rhythm of my fingers, pumping them in and out while curling them on each thrust to hit that spot inside her that made her gasp. My tongue moved in lazy circles around her clit, applying just enough pressure to keep her pleasure building without requiring too much effort from my aching jaw.

"Oh fuck," Ella moaned, her hands coming down to grip my hair. Not pulling, just holding on, her fingers tangling in the strands. "That's perfect. Don't stop."

I could feel her getting closer, her inner walls starting to flutter around my fingers. I maintained the same rhythm, the same pressure, even as my hand started to cramp and my jaw felt like it might actually fall off. My wrist was aching from the angle, and my fingers were starting to feel numb, but I pushed through it.

"I'm gonna cum," Ella warned, her voice breathy and high. "Oh god, I'm gonna…"

Her orgasm hit hard, her pussy clenching tight around my fingers as her back arched off the floor. She cried out, her whole body shaking, and I worked her through it with gentle movements until she finally relaxed, her body going limp.

The moment she did, I pulled back and collapsed backward onto the floor. I couldn't hold myself up anymore. Every muscle in my body felt like jelly, and my jaw was throbbing so badly that I thought I might cry. The pain was overwhelming now, impossible to ignore, and I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

I lay there on my back, staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. The ceiling seemed to be spinning slightly, or maybe that was just my exhaustion playing tricks on me. I could hear the girls talking, their voices a distant murmur, but I couldn't make out the words. All I could focus on was the pain and the exhaustion.

Then Alice was there, her face appearing above mine, her expression full of love and concern. "Ben," she said softly, her hand cupping my cheek. "Baby, are you okay?"

"Tired," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Jaw really hurts."

"I know, sweetheart," she said, her thumb stroking my cheekbone. "You did so well. I'm so incredibly proud of you. You made five girls cum tonight. Five. Do you know how amazing that is?"

Five. Had it really been five? Alice, Daisy, Carly, Becca, Ella. Yes, five. The realization made something warm bloom in my chest despite the pain. Five women. I'd pleasured five women in one night.

"You're done now," Alice said firmly, and there was no room for argument in her voice. "No more. You've done more than enough."

I wanted to protest, to tell her I could keep going if she wanted me to, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I was completely spent, wrung out like a dishrag.

Alice helped me sit up slowly, supporting my weight as I leaned against her. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close, and I buried my face in her neck, breathing in her familiar scent. She smelled like home, like safety, like love.

"I love you," I mumbled against her skin, the words slurring slightly.

"I love you too, baby," she said, pressing a kiss to my temple. "So much. You were perfect tonight. Absolutely perfect."

The other girls were gathering around us now, their faces full of concern and appreciation. I could see them through my blurred vision, could feel their presence surrounding us.

"Is he okay?" Carly asked, her voice worried, and I heard genuine concern in her tone.

"He's fine," Alice assured her, her hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. "Just exhausted. He worked very hard tonight."

"That's an understatement," Daisy said with a laugh. "He was incredible."

"Seriously," Ella agreed, and I could hear the satisfaction in her voice. "Best tongue I've ever experienced. And those fingers? Damn."

"And those fingers," Becca added with a smirk. "Damn."

Their praise washed over me, making me feel warm and valued despite my exhaustion. I'd pleased them. I'd pleased Alice. That was all that mattered.

"Let's get you some water," Alice said, helping me to my feet. My legs were shaky, threatening to give out, but she supported my weight as we made our way to the kitchen. I leaned heavily on her, grateful for her strength.

She poured me a large glass of water, and I drank it gratefully, the cool liquid soothing my dry throat. It felt like I hadn't had water in days, and I drained the entire glass in one go. She watched me with those beautiful blue eyes, full of love and pride.

"How's your jaw?" she asked, her hand coming up to gently massage the joint.

"Sore," I admitted, wincing as her fingers found a particularly tender spot. "Really sore."

"I'm not surprised," she said sympathetically. "You were down there for a long time. We should probably ice it."

I glanced at the clock and was shocked to see it was well past midnight. We'd been playing for hours. Hours of pleasure and pain and exhaustion.

"Come on," Alice said, taking my hand. "You can rest."

We burst out of the treeline onto the beach, and I'd never been more grateful to see our rough camp in my entire life. The fire was burning steadily, sending smoke spiraling into the afternoon sky. A new small shelter stood a small distance from our two existing structures, evidence of the construction team's productivity. A pile of coconuts sat near the fire, testament to the foraging team's success. But all of that faded into irrelevance compared to the emergency in my arms.

"Help!" Kim screamed again, her voice raw with desperation, carrying across the entire beach. "We need help now! Elizabeth's been attacked!"

People emerged from everywhere at once, from the shelters, from down the beach where the fishing team had been working, from the waters edge where the foraging team were relaxing. Within seconds we were surrounded by concerned faces, voices overlapping with questions and exclamations of shock.

"What happened?"

"Is she okay?"

"Oh my god, is that blood?"

"What attacked her?"

I didn't stop to answer, just carried Elizabeth straight to the original shelter, the one we knew was sturdy and reliable, and carefully lowered her onto the raised platform inside. She whimpered as I set her down, her injured leg moving and causing fresh pain despite my attempts to be gentle. Her white bikini was now thoroughly stained with blood and dirt, her usually perfect appearance completely destroyed by trauma and terror.

"Everyone out except Kim and Donna," I ordered with authority I barely felt, my voice rough from exertion and stress. "Give them room to work. Too many people hovering will just make this harder."

Kim immediately took charge with the practiced efficiency of her nursing training, her soft hands moving over Elizabeth's wounds with gentle precision. "Steph, I need clean water. As much as we have. And find me anything that could work as antiseptic, salt water if nothing else. Donna, help me remove these makeshift bandages so I can see what we're really dealing with."

People reluctantly backed out of the shelter, though they clustered just outside, faces pressed to the gaps in the palm frond walls, everyone trying to see what was happening. I emerged and found myself immediately surrounded by anxious faces demanding explanations.

"What happened out there?" Chris asked, his friendly face creased with genuine concern and worry. " Is Elizabeth going to be okay?"

"Wolves," I said, the word hanging in the air like a death sentence, creating immediate ripples of shock and fear through the gathered crowd. "Five of them. Massive ones, biggest I've ever seen. They surrounded Elizabeth when she went to pee, already had her on the ground when we found her. Bit her leg in three places before I could drive them off."

"Jesus Christ," Mike breathed, his dark eyes wide with alarm and disbelief. "Five wolves? How the hell did you drive off five wolves? That's a whole pack!"

Before I could answer, Steph stepped forward, her voice carrying across the gathered crowd with surprising strength and clarity. Her pretty face was animated, her hands gesturing as she told the story, and I realized with growing discomfort that she was painting me as some kind of action hero.

"Colin saved her life," Steph said, her brown eyes shining with admiration and residual adrenaline. "We heard Elizabeth scream and ran toward the sound. When we got there, these five massive wolves had her surrounded. The leader was literally standing over her with its teeth at her throat, about to kill her. And Colin just... he grabbed this huge branch and attacked them. Alone. He hit the lead wolf so hard it went flying, then charged the other four, just screaming and swinging this branch like some kind of warrior. He fought all five of them by himself while we got Elizabeth to safety."

"He was incredible," Donna added, her maternal voice carrying authority and genuine praise. "I've never seen anything like it. The wolves were ready to kill all of us, but Colin made himself the target, drew their attention away from Elizabeth. He stood between us and five massive predators with nothing but a tree branch and absolute courage. He cracked at least two of their skulls, maybe three. They retreated because he hurt them badly enough that they decided we weren't worth the fight."

I felt my face heating with embarrassment and something darker, guilt that was eating at me from the inside. Yes, I'd fought the wolves. Yes, I'd driven them off. But Elizabeth had gotten hurt in the first place because I'd been leading that expedition, because I'd chosen that route, because I hadn't anticipated the danger properly.

"Colin's the reason Elizabeth's alive," Kim called out from inside the shelter, her voice carrying clearly through the palm frond walls. "Without him, those wolves would have killed her. Would have killed all of us. He saved my sister's life for the second time in less than a week."

The group erupted in praise and gratitude, voices overlapping as people expressed their relief and admiration. Chris clapped me on the shoulder. Mike pulled me into a brief but genuine hug. Fumiko smiled sweetly at me. Even Tara, who I'd barely interacted with, gave me an approving nod.

But then Robert's voice cut through the positive atmosphere like a knife through silk, his politician's tone dripping with condescension and barely concealed satisfaction at having an opportunity to undermine me.

"This is exactly what I was concerned about," Robert said, his silver hair catching the afternoon light as he positioned himself to address the whole group, to make this a public statement rather than a private criticism. "Poor planning. Inadequate preparation. Taking unnecessary risks with people's lives. If Colin had properly scouted the area before leading that team into unknown territory, if he'd taken appropriate precautions against wildlife threats, Elizabeth wouldn't have been hurt in the first place. This incident could have been prevented with proper leadership."

"That's not fair," Steph protested immediately, her voice rising with indignation. "How could Colin have known there were wolves in that specific area? We hadn't explored that deep before. Nobody could have predicted this!"

"A competent leader anticipates all threats," Robert continued smoothly, his politician's skill at public speaking evident in how he was working the crowd, planting seeds of doubt. "Conducts proper reconnaissance. Implements safety protocols. Doesn't just rush into unexplored territory with inadequate weapons or preparation. This was a failure of leadership, pure and simple."

"Colin fought off five wolves with a stick," Donna said sharply, her maternal patience clearly exhausted, her blue eyes flashing with anger. "He saved four lives including his own. That's not failed leadership, that's extraordinary heroism under impossible circumstances."

But Hunter added his voice to Robert's, his aggressive tone carrying across the beach, his square face twisted with something like satisfaction at seeing me brought down. "Robert's right. This whole operation has been reckless from the start. No proper chain of command, no safety protocols, no risk assessment. Colin's just a kid playing at being a leader, making decisions he's not qualified to make. Eventually that was going to bite us in the ass. Or bite someone's leg, as it turns out."

His crude joke fell flat, nobody laughing, but his words had impact. I could see doubt creeping into some faces, see people reconsidering their earlier praise, see the seed of Robert's criticism taking root. Maybe they were right. Maybe this was my fault. Maybe if I'd done things differently, planned better, been more cautious...

"That's enough," Kim's voice cut through the argument like steel, carrying authority I'd never heard from her before. She emerged from the shelter, her hands still bloody from treating Elizabeth's wounds, her generous curves covered with stains, her blue eyes blazing with fury. "Don't you dare try to pin this on Colin. Don't you dare try to use my sister's injury to score political points or undermine someone who's done nothing but keep everyone alive since the crash."

She walked right up to Robert, getting in his space despite their height difference, her soft body somehow seeming intimidating through sheer force of will and righteous anger. "Where were you when the plane was sinking? Sitting in your precious seat? Colin pulled my unconscious sister out of a sinking plane, carried her through flooding water. Where were you when we needed water? Arguing about whose plan was better? Colin found a stream and built fire from scratch. Where were you when my sister was about to be torn apart by wolves? Nowhere. Colin was there. Colin acted. Colin saved her. So don't you dare stand there and criticize him for not being perfect when you've contributed nothing but complaints and attempted power grabs."

The beach went absolutely silent, everyone stunned by Kim's uncharacteristic aggression, by her passionate defence, by the raw fury in her usually gentle voice. Even Robert seemed taken aback, his politician's mask slipping to show genuine surprise underneath.

"Furthermore," Kim continued, her voice not softening even slightly, "your group had three days to find water and build fire. Three days. And in those three days, you accomplished nothing except letting three people die. So you can take your criticism of Colin and shove it up your entitled ass. At least when Colin makes decisions, people survive."

She turned away from Robert dismissively, addressing the whole group now, her bloody hands gesturing as she spoke. "Elizabeth's going to be okay. The wounds aren’t too deep but are still painful, but no major arteries were hit, no permanent damage that I can see. She'll need to stay off that leg for several days, keep the wounds clean, watch for infection. But she'll recover. Thanks to Colin. Thanks to his quick thinking and bravery and willingness to put himself in danger to protect others."

The group erupted in applause, spontaneous and genuine, and I felt my face burning with embarrassment and guilt. I didn't deserve this praise. Elizabeth was hurt. That was on me, regardless of how heroically I'd responded to the crisis. A good leader would have prevented the crisis in the first place.

"We need to talk about this threat seriously," Mike said, his deep voice cutting through the applause and bringing everyone back to practical concerns. "Wolves on the island changes everything. We can't just wander around anymore assuming we're safe. We need protocols, weapons, constant vigilance."

"Agreed," Abbie said firmly, her voice carrying clearly across the gathered crowd. "From now on, nobody goes anywhere alone. Minimum two people for any task, preferably three or more. And we need to make weapons. Real weapons, not just improvised clubs. Spears with fire-hardened points, maybe bows if we can figure out how to make them."

"And we increase the watch," Chris added, his friendly face serious. "Two people at night instead of one. Maybe even three. These wolves are nocturnal predators based on when we've seen the eyes before. We need to make sure they can't approach camp without being spotted."

"We should build a perimeter too," Fumiko suggested quietly, her soft Japanese accent requiring people to lean in to hear. "Nothing elaborate, just cleared ground around the camp where they can't approach without being seen. Remove the vegetation in a circle maybe twenty feet out from the shelters and fire. Give us warning and reaction time."

The suggestions kept coming, people building on each other's ideas, creating a comprehensive security plan. Despite Robert and Hunter's attempts to undermine me, despite my own guilt and self-doubt, the group was functioning well, working together to address the threat. That was something, at least.

"There's actually some good news in all this," Beth said hesitantly, her pretty face showing she wasn't sure if this was appropriate to mention given Elizabeth's injuries. "If there are wolves on this island, a whole pack of them, that means there's a substantial food source they're surviving on. Probably wild boar or deer or something similar. Which means there's protein available for us if we can figure out how to hunt it safely."

That observation created a ripple of interest and hope through the group. She was right, apex predators didn't exist without prey animals to support them. If wolves were thriving here, there had to be herbivores, probably in significant numbers.

"That's an excellent point," Mike said with approval. "And it means we should focus our food gathering on trying to trap or hunt those prey animals. Real protein, not just limpits and coconuts. That would change everything about our nutrition and energy levels."

The conversation continued, people discussing strategies and plans, but I found myself unable to focus, unable to engage. The guilt was crushing, making it hard to breathe, making me want to escape somewhere alone where I didn't have to face all these people whose lives depended on my decisions.

"I need to get the water we left behind, and we found some fruit" I announced abruptly, interrupting someone's suggestion about trap designs. "We left most of the bottles at the stream this morning, and we'll need that water tonight and tomorrow. I'm going to go collect them."

"Not alone," Katie said immediately, standing from where she'd been sitting near the fire. Her athletic body moved with purpose as she approached. "New rules, remember? Nobody goes anywhere alone. I'm coming with you."

"Me too," Gabriella added, joining Katie. Her dark eyes showed concern that went beyond just following safety protocols. "Three is better than two anyway. Safer."

"We should bring weapons," Katie continued practically, already scanning the camp for options. "Real ones, not just our hands. Those branches over there, the thick ones, could work as clubs until we have better. And there's that piece of metal from the plane's interior, the one with the sharp edge. We take those, we bring a suitcase to carry the water bottles in so it's easier to transport, and we go together."

Within five minutes we were equipped and ready. Katie and I each had thick branches about three feet long and two inches in diameter, solid wood that could do serious damage if swung properly. Gabriella carried the metal piece, about eighteen inches long with a wicked sharp edge along one side, almost like a machete if you squinted. And we had an empty suitcase to load the water bottles into for easier carrying.

"Be careful," Kim said, hugging me briefly despite her bloody hands. Her generous body pressed against mine, and I could feel her trembling slightly, adrenaline and fear still running through her system. "Don't take any risks. If you see anything dangerous, anything at all, you run back here immediately. Promise me."

"I promise," I said, meaning it. I wasn't going to take chances, wasn't going to let anyone else get hurt because of my decisions.

"And Colin?" Kim said quietly, so only I could hear. "This wasn't your fault. Stop beating yourself up about it. Elizabeth's alive because of you. Remember that."

I nodded but didn't believe her. Couldn't believe her. The image of Elizabeth on the ground, surrounded by wolves, her leg bleeding, was burned into my mind. That had happened on my watch, during an expedition I'd led, in territory I'd chosen to explore. My responsibility. My failure.

The three of us set off toward the forest, moving quickly but carefully, our makeshift weapons held ready, our eyes scanning constantly for any signs of danger. The afternoon sun was past its peak but still providing good light, and the familiar trail to the stream was easy to follow with the markers we'd established.

We didn't talk during the hike, all of us too focused on watching for threats, too aware of what had just happened to Elizabeth. Every rustle in the undergrowth made us tense, every shadow had us gripping our weapons tighter, every bird call made us jump slightly. The forest felt different now, hostile rather than merely dangerous, full of hidden threats waiting to strike.

We reached the stream without incident, finding our water bottles exactly where we'd left them, lined up neatly along the bank like patient soldiers waiting for orders. We loaded them into the suitcase carefully, making sure the caps were tight so nothing would spill, arranging them to distribute weight evenly.

"Should we head back?" Katie asked, glancing at the sky through the canopy, noting how the light was starting to take on that golden quality that suggested late afternoon. "We've got what we came for."

But before I could answer, Gabriella spoke up, her accented voice carrying a suggestion that made immediate sense. "We should collect those fruits too. The plum things you found this morning. You said there were maybe twenty pieces, more than you could carry without containers. Now we have a container. We have weapons. We know there are wolves in that area but we're prepared now. It would be stupid to waste that food source, especially after what happened to get it."

She was right, practically speaking. We had the means to carry more fruit, we were armed and alert, and that food source was too valuable to waste. But the thought of going back there, of returning to the area where Elizabeth had been attacked, where I'd failed to protect her properly, made my stomach clench with guilt and reluctance.

"We don't have to," Katie said gently, reading my hesitation accurately. "We can come back tomorrow with a bigger group. Or just leave it and find food elsewhere."

"No," I heard myself say, making the decision even as part of me screamed to refuse, to run back to the safety of camp. "Gabriella's right. We need that food. We're armed now, we're alert, we know the dangers. And like she said, it would be stupid to waste those resources after what we went through to find them."

We headed deeper into the forest, following the trail we'd marked this morning. Every step felt heavy with dread and guilt, every shadow could hide wolves, every sound could be a threat. But we kept moving, weapons ready, alert for any signs of danger.

It took maybe twenty minutes to reach the fruit trees, the same ones we'd found this morning that felt like a lifetime ago. The purple-plum fruits still hung in heavy clusters, and I could see the pieces we'd dropped during our panicked flight scattered on the ground around the clearing.

"Gather as much as we can carry," I said quietly, scanning the surrounding forest constantly. "Move fast but careful. I want to be back at that stream in fifteen minutes maximum."

We worked quickly and efficiently, picking fruit and loading it into our arms, working as a team to maximize our haul. The fruits were heavy and awkward, but we managed to collect most of what we'd found this morning plus a few more pieces, maybe forty total. Enough to give everyone in camp several pieces each.

We were heading back, suitcase full of fruit, moving at a quick pace, when Katie suddenly stopped us maybe five minutes from start of the stream. The spring was practically within sight when she held up her hand, making us halt.

"Wait," she said, her voice carrying a tone I couldn't quite identify. "Just wait for a minute."

"Why?" I asked, confused and slightly annoyed. We were almost back to the spring, getting closer to an uncomfirmed safety, and stopping when wolves could be anywhere seemed like a terrible idea. "We should keep moving. We're vulnerable out here."

"In a minute," Katie said, setting down her fruit and turning to face me directly. Her blue eyes were intense, focused, full of determination and something else I couldn't quite read. "First, you need to stop."

"Stop what?" I asked, genuinely not understanding.

"Stop beating yourself up over what happened to Elizabeth," Katie said bluntly, her voice firm but not unkind. "I can see it eating at you. I can see the guilt written all over your face, can see you replaying it in your head, blaming yourself. You need to stop. Right now."

"She got hurt," I said, my voice rough with emotion I'd been suppressing. "On my watch. During an expedition I led. I chose that route, I decided to explore that deeply, I didn't properly assess the dangers. That's on me."

"Bullshit," Gabriella said sharply, setting down her own fruit and moving to stand beside Katie, both women now facing me with identical expressions of determination. "You fought off five wolves with a stick. You saved four lives including your own. You're a fucking hero, not a failure. The only reason Elizabeth's alive is because of what you did."

"She wouldn't have needed saving if I'd been more careful," I countered, the guilt and self recrimination pouring out now that it had been brought up. "If I'd anticipated the threat, if I'd scouted better, if I'd taken more precautions,"

"If, if, if," Katie interrupted, closing the distance between us until she was standing right in front of me, her athletic body inches from mine. "You can 'if' yourself to death, Colin. You can find a thousand ways to blame yourself for something that was unpredictable and unavoidable. But it doesn't change the facts. You did everything right. You reacted perfectly. You saved lives. And you're going to keep saving lives, which means you need to stop drowning in guilt that isn't yours to carry."

"Donna said the same thing last night," Gabriella added, her dark eyes showing understanding and sympathy. "You carry too much responsibility. You blame yourself for things that aren't your fault. David died because Robert and Hunter were incompetent, not because you didn't find their group fast enough. Elizabeth got hurt because wolves are unpredictable predators, not because you made a mistake. You need to let yourself off the hook."

"I can't," I said, my voice breaking slightly with emotion. "I can't just turn off the guilt. Can't stop feeling responsible when people get hurt under my leadership."

"We're not asking you to turn it off," Katie said, her hand coming up to cup my face, forcing me to meet her eyes. "We're asking you to compartmentalize it. To function despite it. Because we need you functional. We need you sharp and confident and making decisions. We can't afford for you to be paralyzed by guilt."

"And," Gabriella added with a wicked smile, moving to my other side, her hand trailing down my chest deliberately, "we know exactly how to help you stop thinking about it. How to make your brain shut off for a little while. How to make you focus on something other than guilt and responsibility."

Her hand continued down my stomach, over my boxers, wrapping around my cock through the thin fabric. I felt myself starting to respond despite everything, despite the guilt and stress and fear, my body betraying my emotional state.

"We don't have time for this," I protested weakly, though my cock was already hardening under Gabriella's touch, my body clearly disagreeing with my verbal objection. "We need to get back to camp. People are waiting for the water."

"We have time," Katie said firmly, her hand joining Gabriella's, both women now touching me through my boxers, stroking and squeezing with practiced coordination. "The water isn't going anywhere. The camp isn't going anywhere. Right now, what you need is to stop thinking. To stop feeling guilty. To just feel good for a little while. Let us do that for you."

"Think of it as therapy," Gabriella purred, her accented voice husky with desire as she pulled my boxers down, freeing my now fully hard cock. "Think of it as mental health care. You can't lead effectively if you're drowning in guilt and self-recrimination. So we're going to fuck those thoughts right out of your head. We're going to make you feel so good you can't think about anything else."

Before I could formulate another protest, before my rational mind could overrule my body's desires, Katie had dropped to her knees in front of me and wrapped her lips around my cock. The hot, wet sensation of her mouth enveloping me drove every other thought from my mind immediately, reducing my world to the pleasure of her skilled tongue working against my sensitive flesh.

Gabriella pressed against my side, her generous breasts cushioning against my arm, her mouth finding my neck, kissing and sucking and biting gently. Her hand reached down to cup my balls, rolling them gently in her palm, adding another layer of sensation to what Katie was doing with her mouth.

"That's it," Gabriella murmured against my skin, her lips moving against my neck as she spoke. "Stop thinking. Stop worrying. Just feel. Feel how good Katie's mouth is on your cock. Feel how much we want you. Let everything else go."

Katie took me deep, her throat opening to accommodate my length, her nose pressing against my stomach as she swallowed around me. The sensation was incredible, overwhelming, driving coherent thought from my mind and replacing it with pure physical pleasure. When she pulled back, she looked up at me with those blue eyes full of heat and determination.

"Your turn," she said to Gabriella, standing and switching positions smoothly. "Show him what that amazing mouth can do."

Gabriella dropped to her knees eagerly, her dark eyes locked on mine as she wrapped her lips around my shaft. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling me deeper, encouraging me to thrust into her willing mouth.

Katie's hands roamed my body as Gabriella worked, touching everywhere she could reach, my chest, my stomach, my thighs, my back. Her touch was both soothing and arousing, grounding me in physical sensation while simultaneously driving my arousal higher.

"We're going to take care of you," Katie murmured, her lips finding my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "We're going to make you forget everything except how good this feels. How good we feel. How much we want you."

They switched again, Katie's mouth replacing Gabriella's seamlessly, and I felt myself rapidly approaching orgasm. The combination of two beautiful women focused entirely on my pleasure, of their skilled mouths and hands working in coordination, of the sheer eroticism of the situation, having sex in the forest, weapons nearby as a reminder of danger, the rebellion against responsibility and guilt, it was all too much.

"I'm close," I gasped, my hands going to Katie's hair, gripping the blonde strands perhaps too tightly but unable to control myself. "Really close. I'm going to…"

"Do it," Gabriella urged, her hand joining Katie's on my shaft, both women stroking me in coordinated rhythm while Katie's mouth focused on the head. "Come for us. Let it all go. Stop thinking, stop feeling guilty, just come."

I did, my cock pulsing as I released into Katie's willing mouth, my body shuddering with the intensity of orgasm that was partially physical pleasure but also partially emotional release. Katie swallowed it all without hesitation, her throat working to take everything I gave her, not spilling a drop.

When I was finally spent, when my cock stopped pulsing and started to soften, Katie pulled back with a satisfied smile and immediately turned to kiss Gabriella deeply, passing some of my cum from her mouth to the other woman's, sharing me between them.

"Feel better?" Katie asked when they finally broke apart, both women standing and pressing their bodies against me from either side, sandwiching me between their warmth.

I did, actually. The crushing guilt hadn't disappeared entirely, probably never would, but it had retreated enough that I could breathe again, could think about things other than my failures. The orgasm had cleared my head in a way nothing else could have, the physical release creating space for mental clarity.

"Much better," I admitted, pulling them both close in gratitude and affection. "Thank you. Both of you. For that, and for everything else. For being patient with me, for understanding, for caring enough to try to help."

"Always," Gabriella said warmly, rising on her toes to kiss my cheek. "We're in this together. All of us. And that means taking care of each other in whatever ways are needed. Even if that means fucking each other's brains out in the middle of the forest when guilt gets too heavy."

"Especially that," Katie agreed with a grin. "Now let's get this water and fruit back to camp before people actually do start to worry. We've been gone long enough that Kim's probably organizing a search party."

We gathered our fruit again, collected the suitcase full of water bottles from the stream, and headed back toward camp. The walk back felt different from any of our previous treks through the forest. Despite everything, the wolf attack, Elizabeth's injuries, the weight of guilt I'd been carrying. I felt lighter somehow, more grounded. Katie and Gabriella walked on either side of me, close enough that our arms occasionally brushed, a constant physical reminder that I wasn't alone in this, that I had people who cared about me beyond just my utility as a leader or provider.

"You know," Gabriella said conversationally as we navigated around a particularly thick patch of undergrowth, her accent making even casual observations sound somehow musical, " my abuela used to say that carrying too much responsibility alone would break even the strongest man. We're meant to share the weight, not carry it all ourselves.' I think she'd like what we just did back there."

"Your grandmother would approve of you giving me a blowjob in the forest?" I asked with a laugh that felt surprisingly natural, the first genuine laughter I'd managed since Elizabeth's attack. The absurdity of the statement, the disconnect between traditional grandmother wisdom and what we'd actually been doing, was too much.

"She'd approve of me helping someone who needed help," Gabriella corrected with a grin, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth. "The method might make her blush, but the intention? Absolutely. She was very practical about these things."

Katie pushed aside a low-hanging branch, holding it for the rest of us to pass. "My mom would have had a stroke if she'd known half the things I got up to in college," she admitted with her own laugh. "I was not a good Christian daughter by any stretch. Too much curiosity, too much interest in experiencing everything life had to offer, not enough concern about what people thought of me."

"Is that why you became a flight attendant?" I asked, genuinely curious about her background. "The traveling? Getting to experience different places?"

"Partially," Katie confirmed, her athletic body moving with practiced ease through the forest terrain. "But also to get away from my hometown, from the expectations and judgment. Small town Ohio, everyone knows everyone, everyone has opinions about everything you do. I wanted freedom, wanted to see the world, wanted to make my own choices without constant commentary from neighbours who'd known me since I was in diapers."

"And now you're naked on a deserted island having threesomes in the forest," Gabriella observed with amusement. "I bet that wasn't on your vision board."

"No," Katie agreed with a rueful smile. "Definitely not on my vision board. But honestly? Despite the plane crash and the wolves and the constant threat of death? I'm weirdly okay with how things turned out. This is the most alive I've felt in years. The most connected to people, the most purposeful, the most honest about what I want and need."

We emerged from the forest onto the beach, and I could see the camp ahead, smoke rising from the fire, people moving around doing various tasks. From this distance, everything looked peaceful, organized, functional. You wouldn't know that just hours earlier someone had been attacked by wolves, that we'd nearly lost another member of our group, that death had come within inches of claiming more victims.

"Think they're mad we took so long?" Gabriella asked, following my gaze toward the camp.

"Probably more worried than mad," I said, though I suspected Robert and Hunter would find some way to criticize the delay, some way to use it as ammunition against my leadership. "Kim especially. She's probably been watching the treeline the whole time we were gone."

I was right. As we approached camp, Kim was the first to spot us, and she immediately started running in our direction, her generous curves bouncing with the movement, her blonde hair streaming behind her. Relief was written all over her pretty face, her blue eyes shining with moisture that suggested she'd been on the verge of tears.

"You're back!" she called out, not slowing until she'd reached us and thrown her arms around me in a fierce hug that nearly knocked me off balance. The suitcase of water and fruit clattered from my hands, but Kim didn't seem to notice or care. "You were gone so long! I was starting to think something happened, that the wolves came back, that you were hurt!"

"We're fine," I assured her, returning the hug with my free arm, feeling her soft body pressed against mine, feeling how much she was trembling with relief and residual fear. "Just took longer than expected because we decided to collect those fruits we found this morning. The plum things. We got about forty of them."

"You went back there?" Kim pulled back enough to look at me with something between horror and disbelief on her face. "Where Elizabeth was attacked? Are you insane? What if the wolves were still there?"

"We were armed and alert," Katie said calmly, gesturing to the branches we'd carried as makeshift clubs. "Three people, No one left the group, we had weapons, watching for threats the whole time. We weren't going to let that food source go to waste after what we went through to find it."

"Plus," Gabriella added with a grin, bending to collect the fruit she'd dropped, "we needed to prove the wolves didn't win. Couldn't let them scare us away from an entire section of the island. That would be letting them control our territory."

Other people had started gathering around us now, drawn by Kim's exclamation and our return. Chris's friendly face showed relief, Mike's dark eyes were warm with welcome, and even Abbie's usually stern expression had softened slightly.

"You found more food," Mike observed, eyeing the fruit Gabriella was taking out of the suitcase "Those look good. What are they?"

"Some kind of plum-apple hybrid," I explained, setting down the heavy suitcase of water bottles with relief. My arms had been burning for the last ten minutes of carrying. "Found them growing wild about thirty minutes inland. Haven't tested them thoroughly yet. I ate a small piece this morning and haven't gotten sick, but we should still be cautious with full servings until we're sure they're completely safe."

"I'll try one," Chris volunteered immediately, his dad-bod frame suggesting he'd never met a food he wasn't willing to try. "I've got a pretty strong stomach. If they're going to make anyone sick, better it's me than someone more critical to camp functions."

"Let me check on Elizabeth first," I said, guilt reasserting itself despite the earlier relief Katie and Gabriella had provided. "See how she's doing, make sure her condition hasn't deteriorated while we were gone."

I ducked into the original shelter, my eyes adjusting to the dimmer interior after the bright afternoon sun outside. Elizabeth was lying on the raised platform, her injured leg propped up on a rolled piece of fabric, her usual perfect appearance marred by obvious pain and exhaustion. But her piercing blue eyes were alert when they found mine, and she managed a weak smile.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice rough but steady. "You made it back. Kim was losing her mind."

"How are you feeling?" I asked, moving closer to examine her bandaged leg. The makeshift dressings that Kim had applied were already showing some seepage, dark red staining the fabric, but it wasn't the bright red of fresh arterial bleeding, just the slower oozing of capillary damage.

"Like I got chewed on by a wolf," Elizabeth said with a ghost of her old sarcasm, though there was no real bite to it. "Hurts like hell, but Kim says I'll be fine if we keep it clean and watch for infection. She's been amazing. So gentle and professional, even though I know seeing me hurt was killing her."

"I'm sorry," I said, the guilt rising again despite my best efforts to suppress it. "I should have been more careful, should have anticipated,"

"Don't," Elizabeth interrupted firmly, her blue eyes suddenly intense, all traces of weakness vanishing from her expression. "Don't you dare apologize for saving my life. Those wolves had me. I was dead, Colin. They were literally about to tear my throat out when you came crashing in like some kind of action hero. You fought five massive wolves with a stick and drove them off. That's not something to apologize for."

"But if I'd,"

"If you'd what?" Elizabeth's voice grew stronger, more insistent. "If you'd somehow magically known there would be wolves in that exact spot at that exact time? If you'd developed psychic powers to predict unpredictable animal behaviour? You're not superhuman, Colin. You're just a guy doing the best he can in an impossible situation. And your best has been pretty fucking incredible."

She reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing with surprising strength for someone who'd been injured just hours ago. "You've saved my life twice now. Twice. You pulled me unconscious from a sinking plane and carried me through the ocean. You fought off apex predators to protect me. I owe you everything. We all do. So stop apologizing and accept that you're a goddamn hero."

I didn't know what to say to that, didn't trust my voice not to crack with emotion. So I just squeezed her hand back and nodded, hoping she understood that I heard her even if I couldn't quite accept it yet.

"Besides," Elizabeth added with a slightly wicked smile that reminded me of her old self, "Kim would kill me if I let you keep wallowing in guilt. She's been defending you like a lioness all afternoon. Shut Robert down so hard I thought he was going to have a stroke. It was beautiful."

"She told me," I admitted. "Said she tore into him pretty badly."

"'Badly' doesn't cover it," Elizabeth said with genuine satisfaction in her voice. "She eviscerated him. Made him look like the pompous, useless blowhard he is in front of everyone. Nobody's going to take his criticisms of you seriously anymore after that display. She basically declared you untouchable."

 

Ben + Alice

Part 17

The music had stopped. Ella was still straddling me, her breathing heavy, her naked body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I could feel the wetness in my boxers, the unmistakable evidence of what had just happened. My face burned with embarrassment and something else I couldn't quite name.

Oh god. Oh god, I just came in my pants from another girl grinding on me. In front of Alice. In front of everyone.

Ella slowly climbed off my lap, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She looked flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Had she...? The thought made my stomach twist with guilt. I'd made another girl cum. While my girlfriend watched.

I couldn't bring myself to look at Alice. My heart hammered in my chest as I stared down at my lap, at the obvious wet spot darkening the front of my boxers. The room felt too hot, too small. Everyone could see. Everyone knew.

"Well," Daisy said with a laugh, breaking the silence. "I'd say that was a successful dare."

A few of the girls giggled, but I still couldn't look up. My hands gripped the edge of the couch cushion, knuckles white.

What have I done? Alice is going to be so upset. She's going to think I wanted this, that I enjoyed it too much. She's going to…

I felt movement beside me, and then Alice's warm breath tickled my ear as she leaned in close. Her hand found mine, fingers intertwining with a gentle squeeze.

"Ben," she whispered, her voice soft and intimate despite the room full of people. "Look at me."

Slowly, reluctantly, I turned my head to meet her eyes. I expected anger, hurt, betrayal. Instead, I found her blue eyes sparkling with something that looked almost like... amusement? Affection?

"I need you to listen to me very carefully," she continued in that same low whisper, her lips brushing against my ear in a way that sent shivers down my spine. "I am completely okay with everything that's happening tonight. Unless I directly tell you otherwise, you have nothing to worry about. Do you understand?"

I blinked, processing her words. "But... I just... with Ella, I…"

"I know exactly what just happened," Alice interrupted gently, her thumb stroking the back of my hand. "And I'm not upset. Not even a little bit."

"But you said I was yours," I whispered back, confusion and relief warring in my chest. "You said I was yours and yours only. How can you be okay with his."

Alice pulled back slightly so she could look into my eyes properly, a small smile playing on her lips. "You are mine, Ben. Completely and utterly mine." Her hand moved to cup my cheek, her touch tender. "But being mine means that I get to decide what happens with you. I control this. If I want to share you, if I want to watch you pleasure my friends, that's my choice to make. You're mine to do with as I please."

The words should have sounded possessive, maybe even a little scary. But the way she said them, with such care and certainty, made something warm bloom in my chest instead.

"So you're really not upset?" I asked, needing to hear it again.

"Not even slightly," she assured me, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. "In fact, watching you try so hard to be good for me, seeing how worried you are about my feelings... it just makes me love you more."

Love. She'd said it so casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world. We'd been dancing around the word for weeks now, but hearing it spoken aloud made my heart skip.

"I love you too," I whispered back, and her smile widened.

"I know you do, baby," she said, giving my hand another squeeze. "Now, are you okay? Do you need a minute, or are you good to keep playing?"

I took a deep breath, letting her reassurance wash over me. The guilt was still there, lingering at the edges, but it was manageable now. Alice was okay. We were okay.

"I'm good," I said, managing a small smile. "Though I should probably... um..." I gestured vaguely at my lap.

Alice glanced down at the wet spot on my boxers and bit her lip, clearly trying not to laugh. "Yes, you probably should. Why don't you go clean up a bit? There are some towels in the bathroom upstairs."

I nodded gratefully and stood up, acutely aware of every eye in the room on me as I made my way toward the stairs. My face burned, but I kept my head up. If Alice was okay with this, then I could handle a little embarrassment.

"Don't be too long!" Daisy called after me with a giggle. "We're just getting started!"

I heard Alice laugh, that beautiful sound that always made me smile, and some of the tension in my shoulders eased.

The bathroom was a welcome refuge. I locked the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. My reflection in the mirror showed a guy who looked thoroughly confused, messy hair, flushed cheeks, pupils dilated. I looked like I'd just been thoroughly worked over, which I supposed I had been.

I cleaned myself up as best I could with a damp towel, though there wasn't much I could do about the stain on my boxers. At least it was less obvious now that it wasn't quite so wet. I splashed some cold water on my face, trying to calm the heat in my cheeks.

Alice loves me, I thought, the words playing on repeat in my mind. She loves me, and she's okay with this. She wants this.

It was still a lot to process, but the knot of anxiety in my chest had loosened considerably. I trusted Alice. If she said she was okay with what was happening, then I believed her.

When I made my way back downstairs, I found the game had paused. Becca was in the kitchen making drinks, Carly was pulling out bags of chips and other snacks from the pantry, and the rest of the girls were chatting animatedly on the couches. Alice looked up as I entered, patting the spot beside her with a warm smile.

"Feel better?" she asked as I sat down.

"Yeah," I said honestly. "Thanks for... you know. Talking to me."

"Always," she said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. "We're a team, remember? Communication is important."

Ella, still completely naked and seemingly unbothered by it, leaned forward from her spot on the other couch. "Sorry if I got a bit carried away there, Ben. You're just... really fun to tease."

I felt my face heat up again. "It's, uh... it's okay. I mean, Alice said it was okay, so..."

"It was more than okay," Ella said with a wink. "That was hot as hell."

"Agreed," Daisy chimed in, sprawled out on the floor in all her naked glory. "Best dare of the night so far."

"So far," Alice said, and there was something in her tone that made my pulse quicken.

Becca returned with a tray of drinks, some kind of mixed cocktail that smelled strongly of vodka. "Drink up," she announced, "We're just getting started."

I accepted a drink gratefully, taking a long sip. The alcohol burned going down, but it helped settle my nerves. Alice's hand found my thigh, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin.

"You're doing so well," she murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. "I'm so proud of you."

The praise made something warm and pleasant unfurl in my chest. I was doing well. Alice was proud of me. That was all that mattered.

Carly came back with bowls of chips and pretzels, setting them on the coffee table. She was down to just her bra and panties now, a matching set in pale pink that looked almost innocent against her skin. She caught me looking and gave me a shy smile before quickly looking away.

"Alright," Fiona said, surprising everyone by speaking up. She was still mostly dressed compared to everyone else, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but there was a flush to her cheeks that suggested the alcohol was starting to affect her. "Whose turn is it?"

"I think it's mine," Daisy said, sitting up and crossing her legs. Her lack of self-consciousness about her nudity was impressive. "Ben, truth or dare?"

My stomach flipped. "Um... dare?"

Daisy's grin was wicked. "I dare you to show us your best dance move."

I blinked. Of all the things she could have dared me to do, that seemed almost... tame? "My best dance move?"

"Yep! Come on, show us what you've got."

I looked at Alice, who was trying very hard not to laugh. "Go on, baby," she encouraged. "Show them."

Well, this is going to be embarrassing, I thought as I stood up. But after everything else that had happened tonight, dancing in my cum-stained boxers seemed almost quaint.

I did my best attempt at some kind of dance move. Honestly, I had no idea what I was doing. I mostly just moved my hips and waved my arms in what I hoped was a rhythmic fashion. The girls erupted in laughter and cheers, and I couldn't help but laugh too.

"Okay, okay, that's enough," I said, sitting back down quickly. My face was burning, but I was smiling.

"That was adorable," Alice said, kissing my cheek. "Terrible, but adorable."

"My turn," I said, looking around the room. My eyes landed on Daisy. "Daisy, truth or dare?"

"Dare, obviously."

I thought for a moment. "I dare you to... do your actual best dance move. Show me how it's really done."

Daisy laughed and jumped to her feet. "Oh, you're on."

She moved to the center of the room, and someone, I think it was Ella, pulled up a song on her phone. Daisy started moving, and holy shit, she could actually dance. Her body moved fluidly, sensually, her hips swaying in a way that was genuinely impressive. She did some kind of spin that ended with her dropping low to the ground before rising back up slowly.

Everyone clapped and whistled when she finished with a dramatic bow.

"Now that's how you dance," she said, grinning at me.

"Okay, I concede," I said, holding up my hands. "You win."

The game continued, the dares and truths getting progressively more daring as the alcohol flowed and inhibitions lowered.

Daisy dared Becca to spank Carly, which resulted in Carly bent over Becca's lap, her pale ass turning pink under Becca's firm hand. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, and Carly's little gasps and whimpers made my cock twitch despite having just cum not that long ago.

Becca then dared Ella to do the splits, which Ella accomplished with impressive ease, her flexibility on full display. The position left nothing to the imagination, and I had to force myself to look away before I got too worked up again.

Ella dared Carly to kiss Daisy, which turned into a surprisingly heated make-out session that had everyone watching with rapt attention.

Carly dared Fiona to take off her shirt, which Fiona did with shaking hands and a deep blush. She was wearing a simple white bra underneath, and she immediately crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously.

"You look beautiful," Alice said kindly, and the other girls murmured their agreement. Fiona's blush deepened, but she lowered her arms slightly.

The game went on. More clothes came off. More drinks were consumed. The sexual energy in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Everyone was laughing, touching, teasing. Even Fiona was starting to loosen up, giggling at the dares and participating more actively.

I lost track of how many rounds we played. At some point, Becca was dared to remove her panties, leaving her completely naked. Carly lost her bra after a particularly bold truth about her sexual fantasies. Fiona was down to just her bra and panties, a huge step for someone who'd been so shy at the start of the night.

I was still in my boxers, the cum stain now dried and less obvious but still visible if you looked closely. Alice remained gloriously naked beside me, completely comfortable in her skin. Her hand never left my body, sometimes on my thigh, sometimes on my shoulder, always maintaining that connection between us.

"Alright," Becca said, her words slightly slurred. "Alice, truth or dare?"

Alice's eyes glinted with something dangerous. "Dare."

Becca grinned. "I dare you to make out with Ben for two full minutes. And I mean really make out. None of this sweet pecking shit."

"That's barely even a dare," Alice said, but she was already turning to me, her hand cupping my face. "Come here, baby."

Her lips met mine, and the kiss was immediately intense. Her tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me, owning me. I could taste the sweetness of her drink, feel the heat of her body pressed against mine. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging slightly, and I moaned into her mouth.

The two minutes felt like both an eternity and no time at all. When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, the room had gone quiet. Everyone was watching us with varying expressions of arousal and fascination.

"Fuck," Daisy breathed. "That was hot."

Alice smiled, her lips swollen from our kiss. She turned to look around the room, her gaze assessing. When she spoke, her voice had taken on a different quality, still sweet, still Alice, but with an edge of command that made my cock harden instantly.

"Ben," she said, and the way she said my name made me shiver. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," I said, my voice coming out rougher than intended.

Alice's smile widened, and there was something predatory in it now. Something that made my heart race and my palms sweat.

"I dare you," she said slowly, deliberately, "to make me cum with your tongue. Right here. Right now. In front of everyone."

The room went completely silent. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

"Alice" I started, but she cut me off.

"That's my dare, Ben," she said, her voice firm but not unkind. "Unless you want to take the forfeit?"

We hadn't actually established what the forfeit was, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Alice was asking me to do this. Telling me to do this. And despite the nervousness churning in my stomach, despite the audience of her friends watching our every move, I wanted to do it. I wanted to please her.

"No forfeit," I said, my voice steady despite my racing heart. "I'll do it."

"Good boy," Alice purred, and the praise made heat pool in my lower belly.

She shifted on the couch, spreading her legs and leaning back against the cushions. Her pussy was already glistening with arousal, and the sight of it made my mouth water.

"Come here," she commanded softly, and I moved without thinking, sliding off the couch to kneel between her spread thighs.

This close, I could smell her arousal, sweet and musky. My hands trembled slightly as I placed them on her thighs, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin.

"Everyone's watching, baby," Alice murmured, her hand coming down to stroke through my hair. "They're all going to see how good you are at eating my pussy. How well you please me. Are you nervous?"

"Yes," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"That's okay," she said gently. "Just focus on me. Make me feel good. That's all that matters."

I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady myself. Then I leaned forward and dragged my tongue slowly up her slit.

Alice's sharp intake of breath was my reward. I did it again, this time circling her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it gently into my mouth.

"Oh fuck," Alice breathed, her fingers tightening in my hair. "Yes, just like that."

I fell into the familiar rhythm, using everything I'd learned about her body over the past weeks. I knew she liked it when I flattened my tongue and licked broad strokes up her pussy. I knew she loved when I focused attention on her clit, alternating between gentle licks and firmer pressure. I knew that if I slid two fingers inside her and curled them just right, she would absolutely lose her mind.

The fact that we had an audience faded into the background. All that mattered was Alice, her taste, her scent, the sounds she was making, the way her thighs trembled on either side of my head.

"That's it," she moaned, her hips starting to rock against my face. "Such a good boy. So good for me."

Her praise spurred me on. I doubled my efforts, my tongue working her clit in tight circles while my fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. I could feel her getting wetter, her inner walls starting to flutter around my fingers.

"Don't stop," she gasped. "Right there, baby. Right fucking there."

I maintained the exact same rhythm, the exact same pressure, even as my jaw started to ache and my neck cramped. Nothing mattered except making Alice cum.

"Oh god, oh god, I'm…" Her words cut off in a sharp cry as her orgasm hit. Her thighs clamped around my head, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers. I worked her through it, gentling my movements as she came down from the peak.

When her thighs finally relaxed, I pulled back, my face wet with her arousal. I looked up at her, seeking approval, and found her looking down at me with such love and pride that it made my chest tight.

"Perfect," she breathed, her hand cupping my cheek. "You were absolutely perfect."

I became aware again of the room around us. The silence was deafening. Every single person was staring at us, some with their mouths hanging open, others with obvious arousal written across their faces.

"Holy shit," Daisy finally said, breaking the silence. "That was... I mean... wow."

"Seriously," Ella agreed, shifting slightly where she sat. "That was incredibly hot."

I felt my face burning as I realized what I'd just done. I'd just gone down on my girlfriend in front of all her friends. They'd watched the whole thing. They'd heard every moan, seen every moment of Alice's pleasure.

But Alice was smiling at me, her eyes soft and warm, and that made it okay. More than okay.

"Come here," she said, tugging me up onto the couch beside her. She kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. "I love you so much," she whispered against my mouth.

"I love you too," I whispered back.

"Well," Daisy said, and there was something in her voice that made me look over at her. She was sprawled on the floor, her legs spread slightly, one hand resting on her inner thigh. "I wouldn't mind a bit of that."

My eyes widened. Surely she didn't mean.

"Ben," Alice said, and I turned back to look at her. Her expression was calm, controlled, but there was heat in her eyes. "I want you to lick Daisy's pussy."

My mouth went dry. "What?"

"You heard me," Alice said, her hand stroking through my hair. "Daisy wants to feel your tongue, and I want to watch you pleasure her. So go ahead, baby. Make her feel good for me."

I looked between Alice and Daisy, my mind reeling. This was really happening. Alice was really telling me to go down on another girl. In front of everyone.

"Unless you don't want to?" Alice added, and there was a question in her voice. A genuine offer to back out if I wasn't comfortable.

But the thing was... I was comfortable. Nervous, yes. A little overwhelmed, definitely. But not uncomfortable. Because Alice wanted this. Alice was in control. And I trusted her completely.

"I want to," I said, my voice steady. "If that's what you want."

Alice's smile was radiant. "That's my good boy. Go on, then. Show Daisy what that talented tongue can do."

I stood up on shaky legs and crossed the room to where Daisy was lying on the floor. She looked up at me with a lazy smile, spreading her legs wider in invitation.

From the corner of my eye, I could see the other girls shifting, repositioning themselves to get a better view. Ella had moved closer, sitting cross-legged on the floor with her chin resting on her hand, watching with undisguised interest. Becca was leaning forward on the couch, her lips parted slightly. Even Carly, who'd been shy earlier, was staring with flushed cheeks and dilated pupils.

But it was Fiona who surprised me most. She'd moved from her corner spot to sit on the arm of the couch, her earlier self-consciousness seemingly forgotten. She was biting her lower lip, her hands gripping the couch cushion, and there was unmistakable arousal in her eyes.

"God, this is so hot," Ella murmured, and several of the girls made sounds of agreement.

"Alice," Becca said, her voice slightly breathless, "you're a fucking genius. This is the best game night ever."

Alice laughed, that beautiful sound that always made my heart skip. "I know what I like to watch," she said simply, her eyes never leaving me. "And I like watching my boy please my friends."

The possessiveness in her voice, my boy, sent a thrill through me. I was hers. Completely hers. And she was choosing to share me, to show off what I could do, to let her friends experience the pleasure she felt. It was intoxicating.

"You're so lucky, Alice," Daisy said, propping herself up on her elbows to look at me. "He's cute, he's sweet, and apparently he's amazing with his tongue. Where did you find him?"

"Math class," Alice said with a smile. "Best lesson of my life."

The girls laughed, and I felt my face heat up even more. But there was something different about the embarrassment now, it was mixed with pride, with confidence. These beautiful women were talking about me, wanting me, and Alice was proud to show me off.

"Come on, Ben," Daisy said, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Don't keep a girl waiting"she said, her voice warm and friendly despite the incredibly intimate situation. "Don't be nervous. I promise I don't bite. Unless you want me to."

That got a surprised laugh out of me, and some of the tension in my shoulders eased. I knelt between her legs, my hands hovering uncertainly over her thighs.

"It's okay," Daisy said softly. "Touch me. I want you to."

I placed my hands on her thighs, feeling how different her skin felt from Alice's. Softer, somehow. Warmer. I looked back over my shoulder at Alice, needing that final confirmation.

She nodded, her eyes dark with arousal. "Go ahead, baby. Make her cum."

I turned back to Daisy, gently pushing her thighs apart to give myself some access. I was greeted by a set of plump lips framed by a significant amount of hair.

I dove in dragging my tongue up her slit just like I had with Alice.

Daisy's moan was immediate and appreciative. "Oh fuck, yes. Alice wasn't kidding about you."

I worked her with the same techniques I'd used on Alice, paying attention to her reactions to figure out what she liked. She was more vocal than Alice, her moans and gasps filling the room. Her hands came down to tangle in my hair, not directing, just holding on.

"That's so good," she breathed. "Your tongue is amazing. Oh god, right there."

I could hear movement around the room, shifting bodies, quiet whispers, the sound of someone's breathing getting heavier. But I kept my focus on Daisy, on making her feel good, on pleasing Alice by following her command.

It didn't take long before Daisy was trembling, her thighs shaking on either side of my head. "I'm gonna cum," she warned, and then she was, her pussy clenching and her back arching off the floor.

When I pulled back, I looked immediately to Alice. She was watching me with such intense pride and arousal that it made my cock throb painfully in my boxers.

"Come here," she said, and I went to her immediately, kneeling at her feet. She leaned down and kissed me hard, tasting Daisy on my lips. "You did so well," she murmured. "Such a good boy for me. I'm so proud of you."

The praise washed over me like a warm wave, and I realized something: I would do anything Alice asked of me. Anything at all. Because pleasing her, making her happy, being good for her, that was what mattered most.

Before anyone could disperse to their assigned tasks, I felt hands grab my arms from both sides. Katie's grip was firm on my left, Gabriella's softer but equally insistent on my right. Both wore expressions that were part mischief, part determination, entirely focused.

"Come with us," Katie said, her voice carrying that tone that suggested this wasn't really a request. "Team coordination stuff. Won't take long."

Before I could respond, Gabriella had already started pulling me toward the treeline. Katie matched her movement on my other side, and I found myself being steered away from the group like a prize they'd won and were now claiming.

"Wait, what about…" I started, glancing back at the others beginning to organise themselves for the day.

"They'll be fine for five minutes," Gabriella interrupted, her accented voice carrying amusement and anticipation. "They're adults. This is important. Trust us."

Then I noticed Jade being similarly coaxed along, Katie taking her small hand with encouraging words. Jade looked confused and nervous, her amber eyes wide, but she followed without real resistance, her trust in Katie apparently overriding her natural shyness.

We moved into the forest, pushing through the initial vegetation, until Katie stopped in a small clearing maybe fifteen feet across. Ferns surrounded us like living walls, soft moss underfoot, morning light filtering through the canopy above.

"We made Jade a promise," Katie said, her voice gentle but educational. "Yesterday, at the waterfall. We promised to continue teaching her things she wanted to learn."

My cock twitched immediately at the implication. "Right now? Here? When everyone's waiting for us?"

"It'll be quick," Gabriella assured me, already pulling her torn shirt over her head. Her olive-skinned body was revealed in the morning light, her D-cup breasts full and round with large brown areolas, nipples already hardening. "It's important. We saw how hard you got last night watching us. We know you want this."

"I was on watch," I protested weakly, though my body was already responding.

"Exactly," Katie said with satisfaction, stripping with practiced efficiency to reveal her lean, athletic frame, her small B-cup breasts sitting high on her chest. "You watched. You wanted to join us. Now you can."

Jade looked at me with those wide amber eyes, nervous but hopeful, her small body trembling with a combination of fear and genuine anticipation. Underneath the nerves was real desire—not coercion, but a young woman choosing to push past her inexperience.

"Okay," I heard myself say, resistance crumbling. "But we need to be quick. People are waiting."

"Quick works for us," Gabriella said with a laugh. "We know what we're doing."

Katie turned to Jade. "First things first. You said you've never even been kissed. So that's where we start. Kissing sets the tone, creates connection, builds arousal. We start here."

"Come here," Gabriella said gently to Jade, holding out her hand. "Don't be scared. Your body knows what to do even if your mind doesn't."

Jade moved forward slowly until she stood right in front of Gabriella. Even with her nerves clearly visible, there was determination in her pretty face.

Gabriella cupped Jade's face with both hands. "Just relax. Let me lead." Then she leaned in and pressed her lips to Jade's, soft and gentle, barely more than a brush. Jade went rigid, but Gabriella maintained the kiss, her lips moving with practiced skill, coaxing a response.

I watched, transfixed and rapidly hardening, as Jade's body slowly relaxed, as her eyes fluttered closed, as her lips began to move tentatively in response. Gabriella's hands moved from Jade's face to her waist, pulling her closer, pressing their bodies together. I saw Gabriella's tongue slip between Jade's lips, teaching her about deeper kissing. Jade made a small sound, surprise or pleasure or both, but didn't pull away. Her small hands came up to grip Gabriella's shoulders, holding on for stability.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing harder, Jade's eyes were glazed with arousal, her lips swollen and wet, pale cheeks flushed pink. "That was..." she breathed, unable to finish.

"Your turn," Katie said, stepping forward and turning Jade toward her. "Show me what you just learned."

Jade hesitated only briefly before rising on her toes, she was so much shorter than Katie she had to stretch, and pressing her lips to hers. This kiss was more eager, applying what she'd just learned. Katie's hands went to Jade's hips, steadying her, then took control, deepening the kiss, her tongue teaching her about give and take.

When Katie pulled back, Jade looked almost drunk, her breathing rapid. "Now Colin," Katie said, her blue eyes finding mine with challenge and heat. "Jade needs to learn how to kiss a man. Different technique, different feeling."

Jade turned toward me, and I could see the nervous anticipation in her amber eyes, wanting this but scared of it simultaneously. I stayed where I was, letting her come to me, letting her control the pace. She crossed the distance with trembling steps and when she stood in front of me, the top of her head barely reaching my shoulder, she looked so small and beautiful and brave.

"What if I'm bad at it?" she whispered.

"You won't be. Just do what feels natural."

She rose on her toes and I bent to meet her halfway. Our lips met softly and I let her lead, letting her apply what she'd learned. Her lips were tentative, exploring carefully. Then her small hands came up to my chest, pressing against my muscles, and she pressed closer. My hands moved to her narrow waist automatically, spanning it easily, feeling how delicate she was. I deepened the kiss slowly, introducing my tongue carefully, inviting rather than forcing. She responded eagerly, her mouth opening under mine, her tongue meeting mine with surprising boldness.

She tasted like the ocean and something sweet. I could feel her body trembling against mine, her heart racing where our chests pressed together, the hard points of her nipples against my stomach through her shirt.

When I pulled back, Jade looked transformed. Her amber eyes were dark with arousal, her lips red and swollen, her pale skin flushed. "I never knew it could feel like that," she breathed.

"That's just kissing," Gabriella said with a knowing smile. "Wait until we get to the good stuff."

"Now kiss each other," Katie said, looking at Gabriella and me. "Show Jade what confident kissing looks like."

Gabriella moved toward me without hesitation, pressing against me, her full breasts cushioning against my chest, her lips finding mine with practiced ease. This kiss was nothing like the gentle teaching ones, it was hungry and confident, her tongue invading my mouth immediately, her hands gripping my hair, her body moulding to mine. My hand went to her generous ass, squeezing, the other tangling in her dark hair. My hard cock pressed against her soft stomach and she ground against it deliberately, creating friction that made me groan into her mouth.

When we broke apart, I saw Jade watching with wide eyes, her small hand pressed between her legs over her clothes. Katie was watching too, her blue eyes dark with arousal.

"My turn," Katie said, and then she was there, her lips on mine. Katie kissed with athletic precision, practiced skill from experience and confidence. Her tongue worked against mine with deliberate movements, her hands gripping my shoulders hard enough to leave marks, her small breasts pressing against my chest.

"Now Jade kisses all of us," Gabriella said when Katie and I finally broke apart. "Round robin. Build your confidence."

For the next several minutes we passed Jade between us, each teaching her different things through demonstration and practice. Katie showed her how to use her tongue more aggressively. Gabriella taught her about biting lips gently, the eroticism of a little pain mixed with pleasure. I showed her about varying pressure and speed, building anticipation. Between each kiss with Jade, the three of us would kiss each other, demonstrating, showing her what experienced kissing looked like.

By the time we'd been at it for ten minutes, Jade was flushed and trembling and clearly aroused beyond anything she'd experienced before. Her amber eyes were glazed, her lips swollen, and she kept pressing her thighs together.

"Time for the next lesson," Katie said, dropping to her knees in front of me with fluid grace. "Jade, come here. Kneel beside me."

Jade moved forward, legs apparently shaky, and knelt beside Katie on the soft moss. Gabriella knelt on Katie's other side, completing the picture. The three of them kneeling in front of me, all looking up, Katie with confidence, Gabriella with hunger, Jade with nervous anticipation, was almost enough to make me come right there.

"First rule," Katie said, her voice taking on that educational tone, "is enthusiasm. Men can tell when you're into it versus going through the motions. Show him you want this. Make eye contact, make sounds, show your enjoyment."

"Second rule," Gabriella added, "is communication. Pay attention to his body. When you hit a good spot, he'll respond. Do more of that."

"Third," Katie continued, "is to use your hands in combination with your mouth. Your hands handle what your mouth can't reach. Creates a seamless sensation that feels incredible."

"And fourth," Gabriella finished, "have fun with it. This isn't a chore. Enjoy the power you have, enjoy his reactions, enjoy making him feel amazing."

Jade nodded seriously, absorbing every word like she was studying for an exam.

Katie wrapped her hand around my shaft without further preamble, her palm hot against my skin, and I gasped at the contact. "See how he reacts to just a simple touch?" she said to Jade. Then she leaned forward and ran her tongue up the underside of my shaft from base to tip. My hips bucked involuntarily, a groan escaping my lips, and Jade's eyes went wide with fascination.

Gabriella leaned in from the other side, and suddenly I had two mouths on me, both women licking and kissing my shaft simultaneously, their tongues occasionally meeting around my cock. The dual sensation was overwhelming, hot, wet, perfect. Katie focused on the underside while Gabriella worked the sides, their technique coordinated like they'd done this together before.

Jade watched with rapt attention, her small hand moving unconsciously to press between her legs again, clearly aroused by what she was witnessing.

Katie pulled back and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, sucking gently while maintaining eye contact. Her blue eyes were full of heat and challenge. She took me deeper inch by inch, her throat opening to accommodate my length with practiced ease. When her nose pressed against my pelvis, when I was fully buried in her throat, she swallowed around me and I had to grip her hair to keep from thrusting. She pulled back slowly, tongue working against the underside, and released me with a wet pop.

"Your turn," she said to Gabriella, who immediately took over.

Gabriella's technique was more aggressive, more enthusiastic. She took me deep quickly, her throat opening easily, her hands gripping my ass, pulling me deeper, encouraging me to thrust. When I did, carefully, she moaned around my cock, vibrations traveling through my entire length.

"See how we each have our own style?" Katie said to Jade, slightly breathless. "There's no single right way. You find what works for you, what feels natural, what your partner responds to."

Gabriella pulled back gasping, a strand of saliva connecting her full lips to my cock. "Want to try?" she asked Jade, dark eyes encouraging. "Just start simple. Lick him, kiss him, get comfortable with the feel and taste. No pressure to take him in your mouth yet if you're not ready."

Jade looked terrified and aroused in equal measure. But she leaned forward slowly, her straight black hair falling forward, and tentatively extended her tongue to touch the tip of my cock—careful, like she was afraid it might burn her.

The sensation of her hesitant tongue against my sensitive head sent electricity up my spine despite its gentleness. Maybe because of it. There was something incredibly erotic about her innocence, her careful exploration, the wonder visible on her pretty face.

"That's it," Katie encouraged softly. "Now lick him like a lollipop. Broad strokes. Get used to the taste and texture."

Jade followed instructions, her tongue moving in long hesitant strokes up and down my shaft. Her technique was non-existent, her movements uncertain, but her enthusiasm and curiosity made it incredibly arousing. I could see her face transforming as she worked, moving from nervous to curious to genuinely interested.

"Now try taking just the head in your mouth," Gabriella coached gently. "Seal your lips around it and suck gently. Use your tongue on the underside. Feel how he reacts."

Jade's lips wrapped around the head of my cock, warm and wet and hesitant. She sucked carefully, her tongue moving against me tentatively, and I groaned despite, or because of, the gentleness. Her inexperience somehow made it hotter, more genuine, more real than practiced perfection would have been.

"That's perfect," Katie said with approval. "You're doing great. Now try a bit more. Not too much, just what's comfortable. Use your hand on what your mouth can't reach."

Jade's small hand wrapped around my shaft, her fingers barely meeting around my girth, and she attempted to take more. She managed maybe three inches before pulling back, coughing slightly, clearly overwhelmed.

"Sorry," she gasped, face flushing. "I couldn't, it's too much."

"You're doing fine," Gabriella assured her warmly. "Nobody's perfect their first time. It takes practice. Don't push yourself."

"Let us show you something that might help," Katie said, and then both she and Gabriella leaned in together. Katie took the upper half, lips and tongue working the head and upper shaft. Gabriella focused lower, her mouth and hands working the base, occasionally moving down to suck my balls gently.

The dual sensation was incredible, two mouths working in coordination, two different techniques combining into something greater than the sum of its parts. I groaned loudly, my hands going to both their heads, fingers tangling in blonde and dark hair, not forcing but needing to hold onto something.

"See how we work together?" Katie said between licks. "You can share. Makes it easier, more fun, less pressure on anyone."

Jade watched with visible arousal, her small hand pressed firmly between her legs, her thighs squeezing together rhythmically. She was clearly turned on beyond anything she'd experienced.

"Want to join?" Gabriella asked, gesturing for Jade to move closer. "Three is even better than two."

Jade moved in hesitantly, and suddenly I had three mouths on me, three tongues working different parts of my anatomy, three beautiful women focused entirely on my pleasure. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.

Katie showed Jade how to work the head with her tongue, demonstrating the technique and then letting Jade try it herself. Gabriella focused on the shaft, coaching Jade through hand placement and pressure. Occasionally all three would work together, their tongues meeting around my cock, creating sensations that made my knees weak.

I was getting close. "I'm close," I managed to gasp. "Really close."

None of them pulled back. Instead Katie and Gabriella increased their efforts, Jade watching with wide eyes as they brought me to the edge and pushed me over.

I came with a groan that probably echoed through the forest, cock pulsing as I released. Katie had sealed her lips around the head just in time, catching most of it, throat working as she swallowed. But she didn't take it all, she pulled back and let some land on Gabriella's face and tongue, sharing it deliberately.

Gabriella grinned and pulled Jade close, kissing her deeply, passing some of my cum from her mouth to Jade's, teaching her about the taste through direct experience. I watched, still pulsing with aftershocks, as Jade's eyes went wide with surprise but she didn't pull away. She swallowed what Gabriella had given her, her expression shifting from surprise to acceptance.

When they finally pulled apart, Jade wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at me, those huge amber eyes now full of pride and newfound confidence. "I did it," she breathed. "I actually did it."

"You did amazing," Katie assured her warmly, pulling the smaller woman into a hug. "For a first time, that was incredible. You should be proud of yourself."

"We need to get back," I said reluctantly. "People will be looking for us."

We'd barely started to compose ourselves when footsteps approached through the forest. My heart leaped, had someone heard us? But it was Donna who pushed through the ferns, her pretty face showing amusement rather than shock. Katie was still naked, Gabriella pulling her shirt back on, Jade flushed and dishevelled, and I was standing there with my cock still half-hard.

"Sorry to interrupt," Donna said with a knowing smile, not sounding sorry at all, her blue eyes dancing. "People are starting to wonder where three of you disappeared to. Robert's making noises about poor leadership. I volunteered to come find you before he could send Hunter or someone who might actually cause problems."

Her eyes met mine with that knowing look she'd given me last night. No judgment in her expression, just understanding.

"We'll be right there," I managed. "Just needed to discuss some team things privately."

"I'm sure you did," Donna said with a barely suppressed laugh, her eyes dropping pointedly to my still-obvious arousal before returning to my face. "Take your time. I'll tell them you're doing final preparations for the water run. Just don't be too long, I can only cover for you for so long."

She turned to leave, then paused. "And for what it's worth," she added, softer, more genuine, "good for you. All of you. Find moments of happiness where you can. Life's too short not to." Then she was gone, disappearing back through the ferns.

"That was Donna?" Jade asked, mortified, her small face bright red. "Oh my god, she saw us. She knows what we were doing."

"Donna's cool," Katie assured her, pulling her clothes on with practiced efficiency. "She's not going to tell anyone. And even if she did, so what? We're consenting adults making each other feel good in a survival situation. Nobody has the right to judge that."

We finished dressing and headed back toward camp at a brisk pace. My body still hummed with post-orgasmic satisfaction. When we emerged from the treeline, most groups had already dispersed to their tasks. Donna stood near the fire with Steph. Her blue eyes caught mine with that knowing look, one eyebrow raised. I felt my face heat but nodded. Yes. Definitely worth it.

"Everything okay?" Steph asked cheerfully. "Donna said you were doing final preparations. We're ready to head out whenever you are."

"We're ready," I confirmed, forcing my voice into something resembling professional authority. "Let's gather our bottles and get moving. Long walk ahead."

Kim and Elizabeth emerged from one of the shelters, both looking fresh and ready for the day. Kim's generous curves moved gracefully in her blue bikini, her blonde hair tied back practically. Elizabeth's perfect body was displayed in her white bikini, though she'd added a thin shirt over it.

"Finally," Elizabeth said with that old hint of exasperation, though her piercing blue eyes held amusement. "We were starting to think you'd gotten lost. Or eaten by those wolves Jade keeps worrying about."

"There are wolves?" Steph asked nervously, her brown eyes widening. "Like, actual dangerous wolves that could eat us?"

"We've seen eyes in the forest at night," I admitted, distributing empty bottles among the group. "Could be wolves. They haven't approached the camp, seem scared of the fire. Just another reason to stay together and be careful."

We set off toward the stream: me, Kim, Elizabeth, Donna, and Steph. The morning sun was climbing higher, the temperature already rising. But in the forest, under the canopy, it remained pleasantly cool with dappled shade providing relief.

Donna fell into step beside me, the others spreading out slightly ahead and behind, giving us relative privacy. Despite being forty-eight and having been through hell, she moved with surprising grace.

"That was quite the scene I walked in on," she said, voice low enough that the others wouldn't hear.

"You didn't have to come looking for us," I said, not quite defensively but close. "We were coming back."

"Fifteen minutes," Donna corrected with amusement. "And I volunteered specifically so someone more judgmental wouldn't discover what you were up to. Imagine if Robert or Maeve had found you, they'd have used it to undermine you."

She had a point. "Thanks for covering for us."

"Some people are repressed and boring," Donna said dismissively. "Look, I get it. You're young, you're horny, you're surrounded by attractive people in a high-stress situation with limited entertainment options. Who am I to judge? If anything, I'm a little jealous."

That surprised me enough that I stumbled slightly over a root. "Jealous?"

"Colin, I'm forty-eight years old," Donna said with surprising frankness. "I haven't had sex in almost eight years. My ex barely touched me since the divorce, and I've been too busy to date seriously since. My body didn't stop wanting it just because I got older. Knowing what you four were doing back there, yeah, that made me jealous. Made me remember what I'm missing."

I didn't know what to say to that level of honesty from a woman old enough to be my mother. "I'm not saying I'm going to jump you," Donna continued with a laugh, apparently reading my thoughts on my face. "Though let's be honest, you're attractive and capable and the pickings are slim around here. But I am saying, finding moments of pleasure and connection in a terrible situation, that's healthy. That's human. Don't feel guilty about it."

We walked in silence for a moment, following the marked trail. The familiar landmarks passed by, the fallen log with orange fungi, the tree with the forked trunk.

"Was it like that when you were younger?" I asked. "That intense? That much?"

Donna laughed with genuine warmth. "God, yes. When I was eighteen, nineteen, twenty, I was insatiable. My first serious boyfriend, Tom, we could barely keep our hands off each other. Multiple times a day, anywhere we could find privacy. Cars, bathrooms, the woods behind my house. Like we were trying to make up for lost time."

"What happened?" I asked, though I suspected the answer. "With Tom?"

"Life happened," Donna said with a shrug, old pain beneath the casual tone. "We broke up after college, wanted different things. I met Richard a few years later, thought he was mature, stable, would make a good husband and father. He was all those things, I suppose, but the passion was never there. Sex with Richard was functional. Adequate. He took care of his needs, occasionally remembered I had needs too. No fire, no desperate desire, no feeling like we couldn't get enough of each other."

"That sounds lonely," I said quietly.

"It was," she admitted. "Five years of adequate but unsatisfying, then ten years of barely touching at all. He was having an affair the whole time, getting his passion elsewhere while I withered at home. By the time we divorced, I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to actually want someone, to be wanted by someone."

The stream appeared ahead. We reached it and filled bottles, the cold water refreshing in the warming air.

"I'm not trying to depress you," Donna said as she worked. "Just explaining where I'm coming from. Why I'm not judging you. You're in your sexual prime, surrounded by attractive women who clearly want you, in a situation where normal social rules don't apply. Enjoy it. Experience it. Just be honest with people and don't hurt anyone unnecessarily, and you'll be fine."

We finished filling the bottles, left most by the stream, and continued inland deeper into unexplored territory. The forest grew denser, strange birds flashing brilliant colours in the canopy above.

"This is beautiful," Steph breathed, brown eyes wide with wonder. "Like something from a nature documentary. I've lived in Miami Beach my whole life, never seen anything like this."

We reached the waterfall. The sound announced it before we saw it. Steph gasped when we pushed through into the clearing, pure wonder and delight on her face. "Oh my god," she breathed. "This is actually paradise."

"Luck and persistence," I said, already pulling off my boxers. Nudity had become so normalised I barely thought about it. "Swim, clean up, cool off. We've got time."

The women stripped quickly, all comfortable with nudity by now. Kim's generous curves were beautiful in the morning light, her large breasts swaying as she moved. Elizabeth's model perfection was on full display, those high firm breasts, that tiny waist, those endless legs. Donna's mature beauty showed in her full breasts, wide hips and thick thighs. Steph's curvaceous hourglass figure was equally impressive, her large breasts high on her chest, tanned skin glowing.

We splashed into the pool together, the cool temperature a shock that made everyone gasp and laugh.

"Chicken fight!" Elizabeth called, her competitive nature showing. "Colin, you're the biggest,  you have to be a base. Who wants to be on my team?"

"I'll take Elizabeth," Donna said with a grin. "Let's show them how it's done."

I positioned myself and Kim climbed onto my shoulders, her generous thighs bracketing my head, her sex pressing against the back of my neck. Despite the cool water I could feel her heat, could smell her arousal mixed with clean water scent. My hands gripped her thighs to steady her, feeling the soft flesh and the strength beneath.

Donna did the same with Elizabeth, the younger woman climbing onto her shoulders with impressive balance. Elizabeth's athletic body was lighter than Kim's and Donna seemed to have no trouble supporting her.

Kim and Elizabeth locked arms, both trying to topple the other while maintaining their own balance. I held Kim steady, very aware of her sex pressed against my neck, very aware that every time she shifted, her pussy rubbed against my skin, leaving trails of wetness that weren't pool water.

Elizabeth was lighter and more agile, but Kim was stronger with better leverage from my height advantage. They grappled for maybe thirty seconds, both laughing and shouting, before Elizabeth managed to push Kim backwards. Kim tumbled off my shoulders with a splash, pulling Elizabeth with her through some instinctive grab, and both women surfaced laughing and sputtering.

"Rematch!" Elizabeth demanded. "Best two out of three!"

"I want a turn," Steph said, moving toward me. "Can I be on Colin's team? I've never done this before."

Kim graciously surrendered her position, and Steph climbed onto my shoulders with less grace but more enthusiasm. Her body was different from Kim's, more evenly distributed, thighs firmer. And when she settled, when her sex pressed against the back of my neck, I felt her heat immediately, felt her arousal that matched what I'd sensed from Kim.

Was everyone aroused by this? Was physical contact in the water, naked bodies pressed together, creating this effect for everyone?

Donna and Elizabeth squared off against us again. Steph had less upper body strength than Kim but was lighter and more agile. I could feel Steph's arousal growing as we fought, could feel her pussy getting wetter against my neck, could feel her thighs clenching rhythmically, a way that suggested she was very aware of the intimate contact. Every time she shifted position, her sex rubbed against my skin deliberately, creating friction that had to be intentional.

Elizabeth won again, managing to grab Steph's arm and pull her forward. Steph tumbled into the water with a shriek-laugh, surfacing grinning, her large breasts glistening.

We played for another fifteen minutes, all the girls getting a chance. It was carefree and joyful, a moment of genuine fun rather than survival stress. Pleasantly exhausted, we climbed out and dried in the sun, the warmth incredible on wet skin.

"We should keep exploring," I said finally. "We came out here to scout for resources, not just play. Let's see what else we can find."

We dressed in our minimal clothing and continued deeper into the forest, pushing through vines and broad leaves, creating our own path. We started breaking branches as we went, bending them at distinctive angles to mark our passage.

We'd been walking for maybe ten minutes when Steph suddenly stopped and pointed. "Look! Those trees have fruit!"

She was right. About thirty feet ahead, several trees bore what looked like plums, round, purplish fruit about the size of my fist, hanging in clusters. There had to be fifty pieces at least, scattered across several trees.

"Don't eat any yet," I cautioned. "We need to test them first. Bright colours can mean poison."

"They look and smell like plums though," Elizabeth observed, reaching up to pick one. "Sort of sweet and fruity."

"Could still be dangerous," Donna said. "Remember what happened to Harry with those mushrooms? We can't afford that mistake."

We spent a few minutes testing the fruit using the method my father had taught me: first touch it to your lips and wait for any burning or numbness, then touch it to your tongue and wait, then take a tiny bite and spit it out, waiting for any reaction. Only if all those tests pass do you actually swallow a small amount and wait to see if there are ill effects.

The fruit passed all the initial tests. No burning, no numbness, no weird taste beyond slightly tart and sweet. The flavour was pleasant, somewhere between plums and apples, and the flesh looked healthy.

"I'll be the guinea pig," I volunteered, taking a small bite and swallowing. "If I'm not sick in a few hours, they're safe. Help me gather as many as we can carry."

We filled our arms with fruit, picking carefully, leaving plenty for regeneration. By the time we'd harvested what we could carry, we had maybe twenty pieces, enough to supplement everyone's diet for a day at least.

"This is amazing," Steph said, face glowing with genuine excitement. "Real fruit! Not just coconuts, actual sweet fruit! This is going to be such a morale boost."

We were arranging our haul when Elizabeth spoke up. "I need to pee. Be right back."

She handed her fruit to Kim and moved into the denser vegetation, disappearing quickly behind a screen of broad leaves. We waited, still organising fruit, talking about whether to mark this location specifically so we could find it again.

Then Elizabeth screamed.

It wasn't a playful scream or a startled yelp. It was genuine terror, raw and visceral, the sound of someone in immediate mortal danger. My blood went cold, adrenaline flooding my system instantly.

"Elizabeth!" Kim screamed, dropping her fruit and running toward the sound before anyone could stop her.

I was right behind her, branches whipping my face, thorns catching my skin, but I didn't slow down. The others followed, all of us converging on the source of that scream.

We burst through a particularly thick patch of vegetation into a small clearing, and the scene that greeted us stopped my heart.

Elizabeth was on the ground, her white bikini stained with dirt and blood, her leg clearly bleeding from multiple shallow wounds. Surrounding her were five massive wolves, each easily a hundred pounds, grey and brown fur, teeth bared in snarls that turned my bowels to water.

The lead wolf, the biggest with almost black fur and scars across its muzzle, was standing over Elizabeth, its mouth inches from her throat, saliva dripping from its bared fangs. The other four wolves were positioned in a semi-circle, blocking any escape route, their yellow eyes fixed on Elizabeth's bleeding leg with hunger and calculation. One was already licking blood from its muzzle, it had been the one to bite her initially.

"Don't move," I said quietly, barely above a whisper but carrying absolute authority. "Nobody move. Don't run. Running triggers their chase instinct."

My eyes scanned the ground desperately. My makeshift metal tool was back at camp, useless to me now. But there, a fallen branch, maybe three feet long and two inches thick, solid waterlogged wood that would have to do.

I moved slowly, carefully, keeping my movements deliberate and controlled, and picked it up. It was heavier than I'd presumed. Perfect.

The lead wolf's yellow eyes tracked my movement, lips pulling back further. It growled, a sound that vibrated in my chest. This was its kill.

"Colin, no," Donna breathed, terror in her voice. "They'll kill you. There are five of them."

"They'll kill Elizabeth if I don't do something," I said, still moving, positioning myself, planning my attack. "On three, all of you run back the way we came. Don't stop, don't look back, just run. Get to camp, get help."

"We're not leaving you!" Kim said, her voice breaking. "Colin, please, there has to be another way!"

"There isn't," I said flatly, hands gripping the branch so tight my knuckles were white. "Elizabeth's bleeding. They're not going to leave her. One... two..."

I didn't get to three. The lead wolf lunged at Elizabeth's throat, deciding to end this standoff with lethal force. But I was already moving, had anticipated the attack, was already swinging the branch with every ounce of strength I had.

The wood connected with the wolf's head with a sickening CRACK that echoed through the forest. The force knocked the wolf sideways, sent it tumbling away from Elizabeth, yelping in pain and surprise.

I didn't stop. I charged the other four wolves, screaming at the top of my lungs, making myself as big and threatening as possible, swinging the branch in wide arcs. I hit one wolf across the ribs—felt bone crunch beneath the wood. I smashed another across its snout, saw blood spray, heard it yelp and retreat.

"RUN!" I screamed at the women. "GET ELIZABETH AND RUN!"

From the corner of my eye, I saw Donna and Kim grab Elizabeth under her arms, hauling her up despite her protests of pain, dragging her backward toward safety. Steph was covering their retreat, a rock in her hand, ready to throw if any wolf got too close.

The lead wolf recovered from my initial blow and came at me again, its yellow eyes now filled with rage. Blood dripped from a cut on its head, staining its dark fur darker. It lunged, and I met its charge with another swing, this time aiming for its body. The branch caught it across the shoulder, spinning it sideways, but the wood cracked with the impact, splintering. One more hit like that and it would break completely, leaving me weaponless.

The wolves were regrouping, forming a new semi-circle, this time around me instead of Elizabeth. The lead wolf growled again, but there was wariness in the sound now. I'd hurt them, proven I could hurt them more, and they were recalculating whether this prey was worth the risk.

I backed up slowly, keeping the branch raised, watching all five wolves for any sign of another attack. My heart hammered so hard I could hear my pulse in my ears, adrenaline making my hands shake despite my tight grip on the wood.

"That's right," I growled, trying to project confidence I didn't feel. "Not so easy now, is it? Want to try again? Come on!"

The wolves held their positions a moment longer, yellow eyes calculating. Then the lead wolf barked once, sharp and commanding, and the pack melted into the forest.

I stood there another full minute, breathing hard, branch still raised, making sure they were really gone. My hands were shaking now that the immediate threat had passed. We'd survived.

I turned and ran back the way we'd come, finding the women huddled together maybe fifty yards back. Elizabeth was sitting on the ground, her leg still bleeding, her face pale with shock. Kim and Donna were kneeling beside her, assessing the damage. Steph stood guard with her rock, though her hand was shaking visibly.

"The wolves?" Donna asked immediately, blue eyes wide.

"Gone," I confirmed, kneeling beside Elizabeth to examine her leg. "But we need to move. They might come back, especially if they smell more blood. How bad is it?"

Elizabeth's leg had three distinct bite wounds, two on her calf, one on her thigh. None appeared too deep, bleeding steadily but not spurting, which suggested no major arteries had been hit. But bad enough to need immediate proper cleaning and treatment, and bad enough to risk serious infection without it.

"We need to stop the bleeding," Kim said, her nursing training overriding her fear. "And get her back to camp. Donna, I need your shirt."

Donna didn't hesitate. She pulled off her top, revealing her mature body with its full breasts and soft stomach, and handed it to Kim. Kim tore it into strips with surprising strength, her hands moving with practiced efficiency despite their shaking.

"This is going to hurt," Kim warned Elizabeth, voice gentle but firm. "I need to apply pressure to slow the bleeding. I'm sorry."

Elizabeth just nodded, teeth clenched, piercing blue eyes showing pain but also determination. She'd been through too much already to break now. Kim wrapped the makeshift bandages around the wounds, applying firm pressure that made Elizabeth gasp but not protest.

"Can you walk?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. Elizabeth's injured leg couldn't support her weight, visibly shaking when she tried.

"I'll carry her," I said without waiting for discussion. I'd carried her out of the plane. I could carry her back to camp. I bent down and lifted Elizabeth carefully, mindful of her injuries, positioning her in a bridal carry that wouldn't put pressure on her wounded leg. Her arms went around my neck automatically, and she pressed her face against my shoulder.

"Thank you," she whispered, voice breaking. "You saved my life. Again. Those wolves would have killed me if you hadn't…"

"Don't think about it," I said firmly, already moving, following Kim as she led us back through the forest at just short of a run. "Focus on staying conscious, on keeping pressure on those wounds. We're getting you back. You're going to be fine."

The walk back felt like it took hours though it was probably only twenty minutes, every step jarring Elizabeth's injuries, making her gasp despite her attempts to stay quiet and brave. My arms burned with the effort of carrying her, my shoulders screaming in protest, but I didn't slow down, didn't stop, just kept moving with grim determination.

When we finally emerged from the forest onto the beach, when camp came into view, I'd never been more relieved to see our rough shelters and smoking fire.

"Help!" Kim screamed, her voice carrying across the beach. "We need help! Elizabeth's hurt!"

Ben and Alice

Part 16

The Isabella incident haunted me for the rest of Thursday and all of Friday. Alice had texted me that evening, just a brief I'm okay, just need some time, but our usual stream of flirty messages had dried up to occasional, polite exchanges that felt wrong.

How was your studio session?

Good. Yours?

Fine. Sleep well.

You too.

It was killing me. Not just the reduced contact, but knowing that Alice was upset, and that my failure to secure our privacy was the root cause.

"You're moping again," Omar observed Friday afternoon. We were both in our room, supposedly studying, but I'd been staring at the same page of my topology textbook for the past twenty minutes.

"I'm not moping," I protested weakly.

"You're definitely moping," Spencer chimed in from his bed, where he was scrolling through his phone. "You've got that kicked-puppy look you had after Kayla."

"This is nothing like Kayla," I said sharply, then softened. "Sorry. I'm just... I need to fix this."

"Fix what?" Omar asked. "Alice isn't mad at you. She's just embarrassed about Isabella walking in."

"It's more than that," I said, finally closing my textbook since I clearly wasn't going to absorb any information anyway. "It's the second time the girls have barged in on us. She doesn't feel safe here, doesn't feel like we have privacy. And she's right."

"So take back the spare key from the girls," Spencer suggested.

"Already did," I confirmed. "But that's not enough. I need to show Alice that I understand, that I'm willing to put in actual effort to make this right."

"What did you have in mind?" Omar asked.

That was the problem. I'd been racking my brain all day. Flowers seemed too generic. Jewelry too serious. A fancy dinner felt hollow when Alice could afford any restaurant in town. It needed to be personal, something that showed I'd been paying attention.

And then it hit me.

"Architecture," I said suddenly, sitting up straight. "Alice loves architecture. She's always pointing out buildings, talking about design elements, getting excited about innovative structures."

"Okay..." Spencer said slowly. "So what, you're going to build her something?"

"No, you idiot," I said, but I was smiling now as the plan started forming. "There's that building about an hour away, the Riverside Arts Center. Alice mentioned it once, weeks ago, said she'd always wanted to see it but never had time. What if I took her there? Got us a private tour?"

Omar pulled out his laptop. "Let me look that up... okay, found it. They do offer private tours on weekends." He scrolled down. "Damn, Ben. These are expensive."

"How expensive?" I asked, moving to look over his shoulder.

Omar showed me the screen, and I felt my stomach drop. The private tour cost more than I usually spent on groceries in a month. But looking at my bank account, I could technically afford it. It would wipe out most of my savings, but I could do it.

"That's a lot of money," Spencer said, also looking at the screen.

"Worth it," I decided. "This is important."

I booked the tour right then, before I could second-guess myself, selecting a Saturday evening slot. The confirmation email arrived immediately, and I felt a mixture of excitement and terror about whether this plan would work.

"Now I just need to convince her to come with me without telling her where we're going," I muttered.

"The mysterious approach," Omar approved. "Women love that."

"Do they though?" I asked skeptically.

"Alice will," Spencer said with surprising confidence. "She's into you, man. She'll trust that wherever you're taking her will be good."

I hoped he was right.

That evening, I texted Alice: Can I take you somewhere tomorrow evening? I want to make things right.

The three dots appeared and disappeared several times before her response finally came through: You don't need to make anything right. But yes, I'd like that. Where are we going?

It's a surprise. Dress comfortable for walking. I'll pick you up at 5?

Mysterious. Okay. I'm intrigued. See you at 5.

The brief exchange felt more like our normal dynamic, and I allowed myself to feel cautiously optimistic.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

Saturday found me in a state of nervous energy that made focusing on anything impossible. I tried to study, gave up after twenty minutes, tried to help Omar with his thermodynamics homework, only confused him further, and finally just paced around our room until Spencer threatened to lock me out.

"You need to calm down," Omar said. "It's just a date."

"It's not just a date," I corrected. "This needs to be perfect. Alice deserves perfect."

"Alice deserves you being yourself," Omar countered. "Which is sweet and thoughtful and way too anxious. She already knows that about you and she likes it."

"She tolerates it," I muttered.

"She loves it," Spencer corrected from his bed. "Trust me, I've seen the way she looks at you. That girl is gone for you, man."

I wanted to believe him, but the past two days of distant texting had shaken my confidence.

By four o'clock I was staring at my closet, nothing feeling right.

"Dark jeans, that navy button-down she complimented last month," Omar directed without looking up. "You're overthinking this."

"I always overthink things," I said, grabbing the clothes he suggested.

"We know," Spencer and Omar said in unison.

I showered, spent too long making sure my hair looked decent, and borrowed Omar's car since Spencer needed mine for a basketball thing. By the time I pulled up to Alice's house at 4:58, my hands were slightly shaky on the steering wheel.

Becca answered the door and smiled knowingly. "She's almost ready. Been changing outfits for an hour, by the way."

"Really?" I asked, relieved I wasn't the only nervous one.

"Whatever you have planned, she's anxious in a good way," Becca confirmed.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up to see Alice descending, and my breath caught in my throat the way it always did when I first saw her. She was wearing jeans and a soft blue sweater that made her eyes look impossibly bright, her blonde hair loose and wavy around her shoulders.

"Hi," she said, a slightly uncertain smile on her face.

"Hi," I managed. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," Alice said, grabbing a light jacket from the coat rack. "You look nice too. That shirt is my favorite on you."

"I know," I admitted. "That's why I wore it."

Alice's smile widened, becoming more genuine, and she took my offered arm. "So are you going to tell me where we're going?"

"Nope," I said as we walked to the car. "It's a surprise."

"I'm not good with surprises," Alice said, though she didn't sound upset about it. "I like knowing what to expect."

"I know that too," I said, opening the passenger door for her. "But I promise you'll like this one."

The drive was about an hour, and for the first fifteen minutes, the conversation was slightly stilted, both of us dancing around the elephant in the room. The Isabella incident, the reduced contact over the past two days, the tension that had built between us.

Finally, Alice broke the ice. "I'm sorry for being distant the past couple days."

"You don't need to apologize," I said immediately. "You had every right to be upset."

"I wasn't really upset at you," Alice said quietly. "I was embarrassed. And frustrated with the situation. But not mad at you."

"I got the key back from Isabella," I told her. "And I'm going to be way more careful about privacy going forward. What happened was unacceptable, and I'm sorry."

"Thank you," Alice said. "Though honestly, the key thing isn't the real issue."

I glanced at her, confused. "It's not?"

"I mean, it is, but it's also more than that," Alice said, looking out the window. "I was jealous. Of how close you are with your neighbors. How Isabella just felt comfortable walking in, even with a key. It speaks to a level of intimacy and trust that I... I guess I felt excluded from."

"Alice,"

"And I know it's hypocritical," she continued quickly. "Because I'm incredibly close with my roommates. They know literally everything about our sex life. I've been with Becca, I invited her to join us, and I'm completely open with all of them about what we do. So I have no right to be jealous of your friendships."

"You have every right to feel however you feel," I said firmly. "Feelings aren't logical. They just are."

Alice turned to look at me, and I could see some of the tension leaving her shoulders. "You always know the right thing to say."

"Not always," I disagreed. "But I'm trying."

"I can tell," Alice said softly. She reached over and took my hand. "Thank you for this. Just making the effort means a lot."

We fell into easier conversation after that. Alice told me about a design problem integrating sustainable materials with historical preservation. I told her about a breakthrough in topology I'd finally cracked.

"I love listening to you talk about math," Alice said at one point. "You get this look on your face, like you're seeing something beautiful that the rest of us can't perceive."

"That's because I am," I said. "Math is beautiful. It's the underlying structure of everything."

"See, that right there," Alice gestured at me. "That passion. It's incredibly attractive."

"Says the woman who literally stopped in the middle of the sidewalk last week to admire a building's window placement," I teased.

"The fenestration was exceptional," Alice defended. "Perfect balance of natural light and thermal efficiency."

"I have no idea what most of those words mean," I admitted. "But I love that you do."

We drove in comfortable silence for a while, and I could feel Alice glancing at me periodically, clearly trying to figure out where we were going based on our direction. When we finally pulled into the parking lot of the Riverside Arts Center, I heard her sharp intake of breath.

"Ben," she said slowly, her eyes fixed on the building illuminated in the early evening light. "Is this...?"

"The Riverside Arts Center," I confirmed, turning off the engine. "You mentioned once that you'd always wanted to see it. So I booked us a private tour."

Alice turned to stare at me, her eyes wide. "I mentioned it once. Over a month ago. In passing during one of our first dates."

"I remember," I said simply. "You said it was one of the most innovative examples of contemporary sustainable design, that you'd been wanting to visit since you started your architecture program but never had time."

"You remembered that?" Alice's voice was slightly choked. "Ben, private tours here are expensive. You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," I interrupted. "This isn't about the money. It's about showing you that I listen, that I pay attention to what matters to you, that I want to support your passions even when I don't fully understand them."

For a moment, Alice just looked at me, and I couldn't quite read her expression. Then she was leaning across the center console, her hand cupping my face as she kissed me deeply, thoroughly, in a way that communicated everything words couldn't.

"Thank you," she whispered against my lips. "This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me."

"Come on," I said, pulling back before I got too emotional. "Our tour starts in five minutes."

The tour guide met us at the entrance, an enthusiastic woman named Patricia who clearly shared Alice's passion for architecture. She greeted us warmly, checked our reservation, and led us inside with an energy that suggested she never got tired of showing off this building.

"The Riverside Arts Center was completed in 2019," Patricia began as we entered the main atrium. "Designed by Morrison and Associates, it's considered one of the finest examples of sustainable institutional architecture in the region."

Alice's eyes were already scanning everything, taking in the soaring ceiling, the way natural light filtered through carefully placed windows, the clean lines of the structure. She pulled out her phone and started taking photos, then seemed to remember I was there and grabbed my hand.

"Look at this," she said excitedly, pointing upward. "See how they've integrated the support beams into the aesthetic design? They're not trying to hide the structural elements, they're celebrating them."

"That's exactly right," Patricia said approvingly. "The architects believed that honest expression of structure could be beautiful. Shall we continue?"

For the next ninety minutes, we walked through the building while Patricia explained its design philosophy, its innovative use of materials, its commitment to sustainability. But mostly, I just watched Alice.

She was completely in her element, her eyes bright with excitement as she examined details, asked technical questions that went completely over my head, occasionally grabbed my hand to pull me closer to something she wanted to show me.

"The way they handled the thermal mass here is brilliant," she said at one point, running her hand along a concrete wall. "Do you see how the material absorbs heat during the day and releases it at night? Natural climate control."

"I see it," I said, though honestly I was just seeing a wall. But I loved watching her explain it, the way her whole face lit up.

Patricia led us through exhibition spaces, explained the building's innovative water recycling system, showed us how the architects had incorporated local materials to reduce the carbon footprint. Alice asked increasingly complex questions about load calculations, about the challenges of working with sustainable materials, about how the design addressed local climate conditions.

"You clearly know your architecture," Patricia said to Alice with obvious approval. "Are you a student?"

"Senior year," Alice confirmed. "Architecture program at the university."

"You're going to do wonderful things," Patricia said. "Your questions are exactly what practicing architects need to be thinking about."

Alice beamed, and I felt a surge of pride.

By the time the tour ended, the sun was setting, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink. Patricia left us at the entrance with a warm goodbye and a recommendation for a good diner nearby if we were hungry.

"That was incredible," Alice said as we walked back to the car. She was still holding my hand, her grip tight. "Seriously, Ben. That might have been the best date I've ever had."

"Better than the club?" I teased. "Better than truth or dare night?"

"Different," Alice laughed. "But yes, better in a lot of ways. This was about me. About what I love. You didn't just take me somewhere nice, you took me somewhere meaningful."

"That was the plan," I admitted. "I wanted to show you that I pay attention. That I care about what matters to you."

Alice stopped walking and turned to face me fully. The parking lot was nearly empty now, and the fading sunlight caught in her hair, making it glow.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked quietly.

"Anything," I said.

"I wasn't really mad at you," Alice said. "About Thursday. About Isabella. I was frustrated and embarrassed, but not at you specifically. I was jealous. Of how comfortable Isabella and the others are with you, how integrated they are in your daily life. I guess I felt excluded from that."

"You're not excluded," I protested. "You're my girlfriend. You're more important than…"

"I know that logically," Alice interrupted. "But emotionally it stung. And I know it's hypocritical, Becca and I have been intimate, I invited her to join us, my roommates know everything about our sex life. So I have no right to be jealous of your friendships. It's my issue to work through, not yours to fix."

I pulled her closer, my hands settling on her waist. "Your feelings are valid even if they're not perfectly logical. And for what it's worth, I got the key back from Isabella. And I'm going to be way more careful about locking doors and making sure we have actual privacy."

"You did?" Alice asked, looking surprised.

"Yesterday," I confirmed. "I explained that you weren't comfortable with people having the ability to just walk in, and Isabella completely understood. She feels terrible about what happened, by the way. She's apologized like a hundred times."

"I should probably talk to her," Alice said. "Let her know it's okay. It wasn't really her fault, it was just bad timing."

"The worst timing," I agreed. "But for what it's worth, those few seconds before she walked in? That was incredible."

Alice's cheeks flushed slightly. "It really was. We should try that again sometime. Somewhere with better security."

"Definitely," I agreed, grinning.

"Thank you for this," Alice said, reaching up to cup my face. "For the tour, for understanding, for just... being you. This is exactly what I needed."

"You're welcome," I said, then added, "Patricia recommended a diner nearby. Want to grab dinner?"

"I'm starving," Alice admitted. "Lead the way."

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The diner was exactly the kind of place I loved, vintage décor, friendly servers, huge portions, and prices that didn't require taking out a loan. A neon sign reading "Riverside Diner" flickered above the entrance, and through the windows I could see red vinyl booths and a shiny chrome counter.

"This is perfect," Alice said as we walked in. "I love places like this."

We slid into a booth, and a waitress who looked like she'd been working there since the diner opened came over with menus and a tired smile.

"What can I get you kids to drink?" she asked.

"Water for me," I said.

"Same," Alice added.

The waitress nodded and walked away, and Alice immediately reached across the table to take my hand.

"I love that you brought me here instead of somewhere fancy," she said. "This feels more real, more us."

"I figured after dropping so much on the tour, we should probably keep dinner reasonable," I admitted.

"You didn't have to spend that much on the tour," Alice said, though she looked pleased that I had. "But I'm really glad you did. It meant everything to me."

We ordered burgers and fries when the waitress returned, and on impulse, I added, "And can we get a chocolate milkshake to share? With two straws?"

The waitress smiled knowingly. "Coming right up, hon."

"A shared milkshake?" Alice teased once the waitress left. "Are we in a 1950s teen romance movie?"

"Maybe," I said, feeling my face heat. "Is that okay?"

"It's perfect," Alice said softly. "Cheesy and perfect."

The milkshake arrived first, tall and thick in a classic glass with whipped cream on top and two red and white striped straws. Alice laughed when she saw it, but she leaned forward to take a sip at the same time I did, our heads close together.

"This is ridiculously sweet," she said, pulling back. "I love it."

Our burgers arrived shortly after. massive things with all the fixings that required both hands to manage. We ate and talked, falling back into our easy rhythm, the last of the tension from the past few days completely dissolving.

"So what's going on with Ella and Kyle?" I asked at one point, remembering Alice's earlier comments. "You said it was getting worse?"

Alice's expression darkened. "He's isolating her. Subtly, but it's happening. She used to hang out with us all the time, but now she's always with him. And when she is home, she's different, quieter, more withdrawn. Becca tried to talk to her about it, but Ella got defensive."

"That sounds concerning," I said. "Is there anything you can do?"

"Not much beyond being there for her and hoping she figures it out before he does real damage," Alice sighed. "It's frustrating watching someone you care about in a situation like that."

"I can imagine," I said. "But you're a good friend for trying."

"I hope so," Alice said. "I just wish there was more I could do."

We finished our meal, splitting the last of the fries and fighting over who got to drink the last of the milkshake (Alice won by distracting me with a kiss and then stealing the glass). By the time we paid, I insisted on covering it, and headed back to the car, it was fully dark, stars visible above us despite the light pollution from the nearby city.

"This was perfect," Alice said as we drove back toward town. "Seriously, this whole evening was exactly what I needed."

"I'm glad," I said, taking her hand across the center console. "I was nervous about it all day."

"You were?" Alice looked surprised. "Why?"

"Because I wanted it to be perfect," I admitted. "I wanted to show you that I pay attention, that I care about what matters to you, that you're important to me. I was worried I'd screw it up somehow."

"Ben," Alice said softly. "The fact that you remembered something I mentioned months ago, that you booked a tour you clearly couldn't easily afford, that already made it perfect."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah." She squeezed my hand. "I love you, you know that?"

"I love you too," I said, meaning it completely.

When we pulled up to Alice's house, I could see lights on in the living room and movement behind the curtains. "Looks like your roommates are up."

"It is a saturday night," Alice said. "Want to come in for a bit? You still haven't officially met Carly and Fiona."

"Sure," I agreed, following her inside.

The living room was indeed full. Becca was on the couch with what looked like fashion sketches spread around her, Daisy and Ella were on the floor playing some kind of card game, and two women I recognized from the brief encounter last weekend were in the kitchen area.

"Ben!" Daisy called out cheerfully. "Finally back from your mysterious date. How was it?"

"It was amazing," Alice said before I could respond. "He took me to the Riverside Arts Center for a private tour."

"Oooh, fancy," the brunette with glasses said, looking up from where she was mixing drinks. "I'm Carly, by the way. We met briefly last week but didn't really get to talk."

"And I'm Fiona," the tall woman with dark hair added. She was lounging in an armchair with a book, looking more reserved than the others. "Nice to properly meet you."

"You too," I said, suddenly feeling slightly outnumbered by women who probably knew way too much about my private life.

"We were just about to order pizza," Becca announced. "And play truth or dare."

"Truth or dare?" I asked.

It will be fun watching you squirm."

"I don't squirm," I protested.

"You absolutely squirm," Alice said, pulling me down onto the couch beside her. "But it's cute. Come on, stay for a while. We'll order food, have a few drinks, play for a bit."

I glanced at my phone. It was barely nine o'clock, and Omar had texted earlier saying he was going to be out late anyway. "Okay," I agreed. "Why not?"

"Excellent!" Daisy clapped her hands together. "Carly, get Ben a drink. He's going to need it."

The next few minutes passed in comfortable chaos. Pizza was ordered, multiple pies with various toppings. Drinks were distributed, something Carly assured me wasn't too strong but definitely was. Everyone settled in: Becca and Alice on the couch with me between them, Daisy and Ella on the floor, Carly and Fiona in armchairs.

"Okay," Daisy announced once everyone had food and drinks. "Truth or dare. You have to do the dare or answer the truth honestly. No chickening out."

"Who starts?" Ella asked.

"I'll start," Becca volunteered. She looked around the room, her eyes landing on Daisy. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Daisy said immediately.

"I dare you to take off your shirt," Becca said with a wicked grin.

"That's it?" Daisy laughed. "Easy." She pulled her shirt over her head without hesitation, revealing a lacy purple bra, and tossed the shirt across the room. "My turn. Fiona, truth or dare?"

“Truth”

“Okay, let me think,” Daisy said “what do you think of Ben over here?”

“He, He seems nice I guess.” Fiona said without actually looking at me.

“Boring, but I suppose you answered it,” Daisy observed. “Your opportunity to ask someone.”

“OK”, Fiona thought, “Alice, truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“Okay” Fiona thought, “Where do you see your relationship with Ben going?”

“Big question” Alice said looking over at me, “I’m happy, Who knows where it will go but I’m happy and can see us staying together forever, but I understand that it is still early in the relationship.” Alice looked over at me, trying to gauge my response to her answer, before stating “anyway, Becca, truth or dare?”

“Dare”

“I dare you to flash your tits at everyone.”

Becca pulled her top without a second thought, showing her tits to everyone.

“Okay Ella, Truth or dare?” Becca asked.

“Truth”

“What’s happening with that guy you were dating?”

“Don’t even talk to me about him," Ella said, “there’s nothing going on between us anymore; it turns out he’s not a great guy." I exchanged a glance with Alice before Ella moved the game forward.

"Ben, truth or dare?"

"Truth," I said, playing it safe.

"Boring," Ella complained. "But okay. What's the most adventurous place you and Alice have had sex?"

My face immediately burned. "Do I have to answer that?"

"Rules are rules," Becca said cheerfully. "Spill."

I glanced at Alice, who just shrugged. "The library study room," I admitted. "A few days ago."

"I knew it!" Daisy exclaimed. "Carly, you owe me ten bucks."

"You bet on where we had sex?" I asked, mortified.

"Obviously," Carly said. "These walls are thin. We hear things. We make educated guesses."

"Moving on," Alice said, taking mercy on me. "Becca, truth or dare?"

"Dare," Becca said confidently.

"I dare you to tell everyone honestly how Ben is in bed," Alice said, and my heart stopped.

"Alice!" I protested.

"What? I want to hear Becca's professional assessment," Alice said innocently.

Becca took a long sip of her drink, clearly considering her words. "Honestly? He's surprisingly good. Very attentive, very focused on his partner's pleasure. Excellent with his tongue. Takes direction well. Seven out of ten, would recommend."

"Seven out of ten?" I repeated, not sure if I should be flattered or insulted.

"That's actually really good coming from Becca," Daisy explained. "She's tough to impress."

"The three points I'm withholding are for experience," Becca clarified. "You're still learning, but you're a very dedicated student."

I wanted to sink through the couch cushions and never be seen again. Alice, however, looked pleased by this assessment.

“Alright, Becca’s turn to ask,” Daisy prompted.

Becca looked around the room, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Carly, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Carly said quietly, clutching her drink.

“Have you ever fantasized about anyone in this room?” Becca asked with a knowing smile.

Carly’s face turned bright red. “Maybe,” she mumbled into her drink.

“That’s not a full answer!” Daisy protested. “Who?”

Carly took a long sip of her drink before answering. “Alice,” she said quietly. “But just, like, once or twice. She’s really pretty.”

Alice laughed, completely unfazed. “I’m flattered, Carly. You’re sweet.”

“Okay, um, Daisy,” Carly said quickly, clearly eager to move on. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare, obviously,” Daisy said with confidence.

“I dare you to…” Carly hesitated, thinking. “Kiss Becca. For at least ten seconds.”

“Easy,” Daisy said, standing and moving toward Becca. “Come here, gorgeous.”

The kiss was enthusiastic and definitely not their first, judging by how natural they looked together. When they finally broke apart after what was definitely more than ten seconds, both were grinning.

“You two have definitely done that before,” Ella observed with a laugh.

“Maybe once or twice,” Daisy said casually, settling back to the floor. “No big deal. Okay, my turn. Fiona, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Fiona said, surprising me. She’d been so quiet most of the night.

“Take off your sweater,” Daisy said with a grin.

Fiona hesitated for just a moment before pulling her sweater over her head, revealing a simple white bra. She folded the sweater neatly beside her chair, looking self-conscious but pleased.

“Ella,” Fiona said. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Ella said.

“What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?” Fiona asked.

Ella laughed. “Oh man. Probably in high school when I hooked up with two guys from the basketball team at the same time. That was… educational.”

“At the same time?” Carly asked, eyes wide.

“At the same time,” Ella confirmed with a grin. “Alright, Carly, you’re up. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Carly said, emboldened by the alcohol.

“Motorboat Daisy,” Ella said with a wicked grin.

Carly’s face turned bright red again, but she got up and moved toward Daisy. Daisy removed her purple bra, making it easier for Carly to have access. The motorboating resulted in a lot of laughing from everyone, and Daisy decided to remain topless afterward, tossing her bra across the room with a flourish.

“This game is getting good,” Becca observed, taking a sip of her drink.

“Carly, your turn,” someone prompted.

“Alice,” Carly said, emboldened by everything that had happened. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Alice said confidently.

“I dare you and Ben to make out.”

Alice glanced at me with a mischievous smile. “I’m not going to say no to making out with my boyfriend.”

Alice crawled over to me, embracing me in a deep kiss.

“Alright, Ben,” Alice said, turning to me with that commanding look in her eyes. “Truth or dare?”

I hesitated. The game had gotten significantly more intense. “Dare,” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt.

Alice’s smile was wicked. “Take off your shirt.”

I felt my face heat up as I pulled my shirt over my head, suddenly very aware that I was now shirtless in front of Alice’s entire household. The girls made appreciative noises, which only made me more self-conscious.

“Not bad,” Daisy observed. “You’ve been holding out on us, Ben.”

“Becca,” I said quickly, wanting to shift attention away from my bare chest. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Becca said without hesitation.

I tried to think of something that wasn’t too intense. “Take off your bra,” I said, then immediately regretted it as everyone stared at me.

“Finally getting bold,” Becca said with a grin. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, pulling it off and tossing it to join the growing pile of discarded clothing. She didn’t cover herself, sitting there topless with complete confidence.

I tried very hard to maintain eye contact and not stare.

“Daisy,” Becca said. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Daisy said, surprising everyone since she’d been choosing dare most of the night.

“Have you ever been with more than one person at the same time?” Becca asked.

“Yes,” Daisy said easily. “A couple and I had a very enlightening weekend last semester. It was beautiful.”

“Of course it was,” Ella said with a laugh.

“Carly,” Daisy said. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Carly said, seeming more comfortable now.

“Let Ben touch your breasts. Over the bra,” Ella said with a grin.

“What?” I said, looking at Alice in panic.

Alice nodded, giving me permission. “It’s just a game, Ben. Go ahead.”

Carly stood up and walked over to me, her face flushed but determined. I reached out hesitantly, my hands shaking slightly as I touched her through the fabric of her bra. It lasted maybe five seconds before I pulled my hands back.

“That was adorably awkward,” Becca said with a laugh.

Carly returned to her seat, looking both embarrassed and pleased. “Daisy, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Daisy said confidently.

“Take off your pants,” Fiona said, gaining confidence.

Daisy stood and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down and kicking them off. She was now stood there in just her underwear. “There. Alice, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Alice said, her eyes gleaming.

“Make out with Ben. Right here, right now. For at least thirty seconds,” Daisy said with a mischievous grin.

Alice didn’t hesitate. She turned to me and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, a much deeper kiss than the previous one. I was aware of everyone watching, but Alice’s mouth on mine made it hard to think about anything else. Her tongue slipped past my lips and I responded eagerly, my hands finding her waist. The kiss went on well past thirty seconds before we finally broke apart, both slightly breathless.

“Damn,” Daisy said appreciatively. “You two are hot together.”

The room had definitely taken on a charged atmosphere now. Everyone was at least partially undressed, the air thick with tension and possibility.

By this point, most of the room was at least partially undressed. Daisy was down to just her underwear, Becca had lost her top, and Fiona had removed her sweater. The atmosphere had shifted from playful to charged with an undercurrent of sexual tension.

"Ella," Alice said, her voice taking on that commanding edge that always made my pulse quicken. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Ella said, looking slightly nervous but game.

Alice's smile was wicked. "I dare you to give Ben a lap dance. Full strip tease, the whole thing. To completion."

Everyones eyes went wide. "To completion?" Ella asked

"It's just a dare," Alice said casually, though I could see the calculating look in her eyes. "You okay with that, Ben?"

I looked at her, trying to figure out if this was some kind of test. But Alice just gave me a small, reassuring nod and a smile that said this was okay, that she wanted this.

"I... okay?" I said uncertainly.

"Excellent," Alice said. "Daisy, put on some music."

Ella stood up, looking both nervous and excited. She was still fully dressed, jeans and a tank top, and as music started playing, something slow and sultry, she began to move.

The beat was hypnotic, a slow R&B rhythm that seemed to pulse through the room. Ella swayed her hips, finding the rhythm, her athletic body moving with a natural grace I hadn’t expected. She ran her hands through her hair, down her neck, over her chest, teasing.

“Oh, she’s good,” Becca murmured appreciatively from somewhere behind me.

At first, I was hyperaware of everyone watching, of Alice sitting beside me, of the other women scattered around the room, all of them focused on what was about to happen. But as Ella moved closer, her hips swaying to the music, her hands running down her body, I found my attention narrowing to just her.

She moved in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her body. Her fingers found the hem of her tank top, playing with it, lifting it slightly to reveal a strip of toned stomach before letting it fall again. The tease was deliberate, calculated.

She pulled her tank top over her head slowly, revealing a black bra underneath. Then she turned around, giving me a view of her back as she slowly unzipped her jeans, bending at the waist as she slid them down her legs. She had the perfect athletes body, firm and tight with a large ass. The room was silent except for the music and my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

I heard someone, Carly maybe, let out a soft gasp. Alice’s hand found mine on the couch cushion, squeezing gently, a silent reassurance that this was okay, that she was enjoying watching this as much as I was experiencing it.

Ella kicked off her jeans and turned back to face me, now wearing only her underwear. She moved closer, positioning herself between my legs, and I instinctively started to reach for her before instintantly regretting my action and retreating back.

"You can touch," Alice murmured from beside me. "It's okay."

Ella straddled my lap, her movements slow and deliberate, grinding down against me in time with the music. My hands went to her hips automatically, and I felt her body heat through the thin fabric of her underwear. She was surprisingly confident, her earlier nervousness seemingly forgotten as she moved against me.

The friction was immediate and intense. I was already half-hard from the anticipation, from watching her strip and the thrill of the game, and now with her weight on my lap, her body pressed against mine, I could feel myself getting harder with each roll of her hips.

She moved in slow, deliberate circles, then faster, then slow again, finding a rhythm that made my breath catch. Her hands were on my shoulders for balance, her face close to mine, and I could see the flush spreading across her chest, could feel the heat of her skin.

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away. I tried very hard to maintain eye contact, to be respectful, but Ella guided my gaze downward with a hand on my chin.

"It's okay to look," she said softly. "That's kind of the point."

I looked, my face burning, my body responding despite the audience. Ella continued her dance, her hips grinding against me with increasing pressure, and I could feel myself getting harder, could feel the friction building between us despite the layers of clothing still separating us.

The pleasure was building steadily, a slow burn that intensified with each movement. I was acutely aware of every point of contact, her thighs bracketing mine, her hands on my shoulders, the soft weight of her breasts as they brushed against my bare chest when she leaned forward.

Her movements became more pointed, more deliberately arousing. She rolled her hips in a way that dragged her body against mine, and I felt my grip on her waist tighten, heard my own breathing become ragged.

“Jesus,” I heard Daisy whisper. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the other women watching, transfixed. Alice’s hand was still in mine, her thumb tracing circles on my palm, a grounding touch that somehow made this all feel more surreal.

Ella’s rhythm changed, becoming faster, more insistent. She ground down against me with purpose now, and I could feel the pressure building, that familiar tightening low in my stomach that signaled I was getting dangerously close.

"Ella," I managed, trying to warn her, trying to tell her I was getting close.

But Ella just smiled and ground down harder clearly chasing out her own pleasure, her own breathing picking up, and I realized she was enjoying this too, that the friction was affecting her as well.

Her hips moved in tight circles, then long, dragging strokes that hit me at just the right angle. The dual sensation of watching her face, flushed, eyes half-closed, lips parted, and feeling her body moving against mine pushed me right to the edge.

The orgasm hit me suddenly, embarrassingly, my entire body tensing as I came in my pants like a teenager. At the same moment, I felt Ella shudder above me, heard her sharp intake of breath as her own smaller orgasm rippled through her.

We stayed frozen like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, before Ella climbed off my lap with shaky legs.

"Well," Daisy said into the silence. "That was hot."

I looked down at myself, at the obvious wet spot now visible on my jeans, and wanted to die of embarrassment. But when I glanced at Alice, she was smiling, looking pleased rather than upset.

"Good girl, Ella," Alice said approvingly. "That was quite a show."

Ella grabbed her discarded top and held it in front of herself, suddenly looking shy again now that the moment had passed. "Thanks, I guess?"

"Ben," Alice said, turning to me. "You okay?"

"I just came in my pants in front of your entire house," I said. "How okay could I possibly be?"

"Fair point," Alice laughed. "But you did follow the rules. That's what matters."