Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 180lbs, short dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 13

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 4'10, 85lbs, golden-brown tanned skin, shoulder-length light yellow-brown sun-streaked hair

A deep depression had settled over us after the drawings sunk into our heads. Gale was the one that kept up moving and motivated. She wouldn't let us become lethargic or morbid. We had the island, each other, and whatever else was going on, we had to continue to work to stay ahead of our situation as best we could.

Gale and Keekah had returned from the North early the previous day, not because they were finished tending the garden, but because it was going to take longer than expected. They had come back to refresh supplies and grab a few things that would make the work easier. Gale expected that another six or seven days would probably be needed. She wanted to plant another section of the clearing with beans, and needed to turn several of the plots and let them sit unused for a few months to allow nutrients to regenerate.

Bailey and I went with them when they headed out that morning, each of us carrying as much as we could. We took with us the remains of the fish stew I'd made, along with nuts and fruits to fill bellies. I planned to stay only a day or so, Bailey and I helping in the field before returning to the boat. We took water and food for ourselves and for Gale and Keekah who would stay on the North side in the shack until the garden was ready once more.

The trek seemed to go by quickly as we followed the trail from the beach to the rockfall at the high ridge. Twice we saw hare scurrying away, and once pheasant-like birds burst out of the bushes and fluttered out of sight.

At the shack, we dug in immediately, helping Gale turn exhausted bean and pepper plants back into the soil. It was a ton of work, required many trips to the lake to refill water containers. We talked little, still emotionally sore from the last few days. The sun beat down, hot and humid throughout the afternoon, and it was with great weariness that we all collapsed in the shack late in the evening.

The next morning, we once more took up our tasks, tired but focused thanks to Gale's guidance. Keekah sang to us in her sweet, lilting voice, the brown-skinned girl less affected by the shattering events than Bailey and me. It helped a lot to have those two managing our emotions, and by the time Bailey and I left to return to the boat, there was a measure of resolve that had been missing for a couple of days.

We got back with just an hour or so of daylight left. I crabbed while Bailey started a fresh fire. We smoked a joint and ate our dinner as the day darkened and the wind grew still. Birds were heavy on the beach, running after sand crabs and other delicacies with gusto. They knew nothing of the rest of the world, and I tried to keep myself in that mindset as we sat.

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Sleep was quickly in order and it seemed like only minutes when I blinked open my eyes the next day and saw sun rays streaming through the open cabin door. I felt like I needed another goal, and the one that struck me most was educating Bailey.

She'd been homeschooled for two years by her mother before she washed up on the island. The teen was bright, good at math and knew a lot of science and history and art for someone her age. After we finished up catching fish and clamming that morning, I had her tell me where she'd gotten to in her coursework, and picked up, as best I could, where she had left off.

I found few details at my disposal. It had been a long time since I'd been in grad school. Math was the subject I could most easily jump into. I never before wished so strongly for a textbook or two.

Bailey was eager to learn. She had displayed a remarkable ability to tease out details of island life that had helped us survive, and she showed the same knack when it came to complex algebra.

Tired of our lessons, we spent the afternoon filling water and gathering more fruit. It felt like one of those moments for which we'd reserved the alcohol, so we drank a bottle between us as we finished our supper.

It was a lot to overcome, the weary depression we'd faced the previous days, but that bottle of wine helped somewhat. Sure, it solved none of our problems, but sometimes, just being able to forget they exist, if only for a short time, can go a long way toward keeping things in perspective. That night, Bailey and I needed a break, and with the sweet red wine in our system, we needed closeness as well.

We settled a blanket down closer to the water and relaxed, Bailey's head on my chest, my arm around her shoulders.

“Kitten, what did you know about sex, you know, before you came here?”

She giggled. “Um... I dunno. Some.”

“Such as?”

“Well... what to call things, where things go, what comes out... My mom taught me sex ed, you know.”

“Were you scared, when we became close so fast?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I didn't really know what to think, everything had been so unreal. When you squirted on my butt, at first I thought you had peed, but then I knew... It was... strange, but yeah. Was scared that you'd force me...”

“Sorry... I... Yeah. I never meant for us to be together, like we are now. Like you I was pretty torn up, my emotions pretty scattered. My body just kinda responded to you being close to me.” I kissed her head, pulled her tight. “I don't regret it, Bailey. I love you, you know. Even if we had never been intimate, I'd still love you.”

“Mmmm...”

“Tell me something... how did you lose your hymen?”

She turned up and looked at me. “Never had one.”

I gave her a doubtful look.

“Really! I was born without one. My mom said it happens sometimes, but I never had one.”

I thought about that a moment. “How did you start masturbating.”

Bailey blushed. Her golden tan skin took on a pinkish undertone. “I dunno...” She stroked my cock absently. “Don't remember the first time, really, just that I started, you know, playing down there at some point. It felt good, so I did it a lot.”

“Did you always cum?”

“No... no, not at first, I don't think. Not 'til a few months ago. But it felt good, so I did it.'

I kissed her cheek and her tender lips. “Did you fantasize? When you touched yourself?”

“Sometimes... usually, I just liked the way it feels. But I did start imagining someone touching me.”

“Who?”

“No one, really, just liked to think that someone, anyone, would touch me... the way I touched myself... My mom didn't know I knew, but she used to watch dirty movies sometimes, on her laptop. I found them and sometimes watched them too.”

“Oh, really... Mmm... Bailey... you have the sweetest orgasms. Seriously. When you cum, it is the most amazing thing to watch, to feel. I love it when you cum. I can't believe I'm the lucky person who gets to be with you when you do. It makes me feel very, very special.”

Bailey stroked my cock faster. “I love it when you cum. At first, it was kinda strange. I'd seen it a few times... in videos, you know... but when you squirted on me... and in the water... and inside me...” she shivered, “it makes me feel special, too.”

“Did you ever consider girls before Keekah?”

“Maybe.”

“And...?”

She blushed again. “I like them. Before you were inside me the first time, I'd never really thought about being with anyone... that way. With Keekah... she's so different than you. You're strong and tall, she's... soft, cute...”

“So I'm not cute, huh? I see how this is.”

She laughed, grabbed my balls. “You know better! Be careful, I have your stones held tightly, I could make you behave.”

I grinned, “you think that's a threat... Maybe I like you telling me what to do...”

“So...” She got on her knees, my penis hard in her hand, “if I told you to lick me, you would?”

“Don't ask me. Tell me to do it and you'll find out...”

“Lick me, Kal.”

I pulled Bailey over my face and spread her legs to either side of me. She settled down, her swollen labia already wet and slick. I smelled her before I tasted her, Bailey's feminine aroma maturing as her body blossomed. There was a richness she didn't have before, puberty producing intoxicating sexual scents, her sweat and genitals wafting hormones out into the night air. I loved the way Bailey smelled, but I loved the way she tasted even more.

Her pussy settled over my mouth and I licked her vulva. Her pubic hairs tickled my nose and lips as I ran my tongue along her labia, into her tiny vagina. I loved the way she had become more flavorful, desire and pungency becoming stronger, more irresistible. Bailey's slit was still thin, small, her channel still very little and gripping. But it was maturing, ripening, becoming a young woman's cunt.

I licked her as she moaned and rode my face, her vagina slick with thin, white cream that drooled slowly from her hole. She stopped a moment, moved forward a bit, said, “lick me back there, too.”

I did as Bailey commanded, let my tongue tickle her tight anus for a moment before circling it and pushing inside. The thirteen-year old started playing with herself as I rimmed her. Bailey's clit had stiffened and stuck out from her fleshy hood. I could see the folds that ran from her labia and up to her nub, loved the way the moisture glistened on her pink lips.

I tongued Bailey's asshole, the teen moving faster and stroking her clit. She moaned and bucked, her body tensed. “nnnn... nnnn... nnnn... oooohhhnnn... Lick it... Lick it...” I slathered saliva onto her anus, testing her tightness with my tongue. My nose pressed into her pussy as I licked, Bailey's motion becoming urgent. “nnn... nnn... nnn... uuunn... nunnn... nnnunnn...” The teen climaxed suddenly, my tongue an inch inside her asshole as she humped it. “NNN... NNN... NNN... UUUNN... NUNNN... OOOHNNN... NNNUNNN... nunnnn... nnnn...”

Cream drooled from her slit and I moved higher to suck it down my throat. Long after her orgasm faded, she continued to ride my face. She looked down at me, breathed, “uhnn... Now... lay still while I ride you... don't move...”

My cock was throbbing in the warm dark air as she pulled her crotch from my face and moved back, settled over my penis, facing me. “I said don't move!” she told me when I started to touch her breasts. She was enjoying commanding me, and I was loving it as well.

Bailey teased my jumping cock by sliding her slick labia up and down the length. She had a wicked grin on her face, knowing I was thrilled by the light contact. Her pubes scratched very lightly against my skin, her careful tease had my cock drooling precum. Bailey rose and looked at my hard dick, told me, “wipe it off and put your finger in my mouth.” She smiled as she spoke, relishing her new role.

I gathered a large drop of precum with my finger and slid it to her lips. Bailey sucked off the cream and mewled, returned to sliding her cunt over my cock.

She settled down, took hold of my penis, and slid it into her entrance. Up and down she started riding me. Not the slow, sensual ride she usually gave me, but with urgency, desire. Bailey's mouth was open, her eyes closed, her hands clutching my chest. I felt myself boiling quickly, my cock burning with the friction in her tight pink hole. “Bailey, oohhh... I'm gonna cum...”

The teen pulled herself off me, said, “Not yet. Only when I tell you to.” I groaned as my balls tried to unleash the load, but her body was too far away to do so. Bailey fingered herself, stroked her clit above me. She told me, “stroke it, while I do mine.”

I took hold of my cock, Bailey's wet vagina drooling onto my stomach. She masturbated rapidly, her moans growing louder and were swept away quickly in the sea breeze. I felt my cum rising again, said, “ohh... gonna cum...”

Bailey held my wrist, made me stop, kept her own fingers dancing around her clit. “Make me shoot like you do.” I probed her tight pussy with my finger, found her rough g-spot just inside. She squirmed, squatting, holding my cock as it throbbed and readied for release. Bailey cried out, “nnnunn... ooOOHH... NUUNN...” She exploded, ejaculated fluids across my stomach. “NNNNUNN... NUNN... NUNN... NUNN... OHHH...” Squirt fired out and soaked my chest, splashed to my face. The teen's fluids were warm and ran down my sides as she pulsed her juices onto my body.

Despite her grip on my penis, despite the lack of more than just involuntary squeezes, my cum shot up against her genitals, semen coating her fingers and labia. Another squirt fired onto her thigh, ran down her leg. Again, again, and again I convulsed, shuddered, ejaculated against her cumming pussy.

Before I had completed my orgasm, Bailey put me inside her again. My cum fired up quickly and sent another small splash against her cervix. She rode me quickly, hunched over me and kissed my lips. I sucked her tongue, squeezed her nipples, felt her stiffen and climax on my cock. “mmmmMMM... MMMM... MMMM... MMM... MMM... MMMMM... mmmm... ahmmm...”

Bailey slowed and rode me gently, sperm coating her thighs and my groin. We were soaked with sweat and both her ejaculation and and mine. She ground her crotch against me, impaled on my dick, the last of my semen leaking into her dripping vagina.

It was an amazing moment. In that one night I felt like I knew Bailey sexually better than ever before. Her body was maturing, needful. I loved the way she took charge for the first time, really got into the way the teen lead us through our orgasms. She felt less like a fragile child and very much like a confident young woman.

Bailey laid on me, let her legs move back, my penis slipping from her hole.

She purred into my chest, licked my neck and kissed my cheeks and lips. The teen looked at me, asked, “so... you kinda liked that, huh?”

“More than kinda. I loved it. Love you.”

“I love you, too... Wasn't sure I should tell you what to do, though, that was kinda strange.”

“Not strange at all. Bailey, there are lots of ways people have sex. Sometimes it's soft and gentle, sometimes it's rough and dirty. Sometimes you go from one the other and back again. Believe me, anything you enjoy, I'm going to enjoy. Anytime you want to tell me what to do... just do it.”

We kissed and decided to wash up and lay out a blanket in the warm night air. We slept in the open as our bodies radiated heat and desire and love. Whatever else was wrong in the world, Bailey's head resting on my chest, her breathing shallow and soft, was one thing that felt very right.