Kal, Male, 37

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 190lbs, straight, shoulder-length dark-brown hair

Kate, Female, 36

	- Nina's lover, pre-disaster wife of Kal

	- 5'8, 150lbs, pale skin, shoulder-length curly red hair

Nina, Female, 26

	- Kate's lover, pre-disaster triad with Kate and Kal

	- 5'4, 115lbs, light-brown tanned skin, straight shoulder-length brown hair

“I'd love to, but I can't stay all night. I'll have to get back before dawn, my shift starts at 8.”

Kate's response to my suggestion made sense even as I selfishly wished she could curl up and sleep with me well into the morning. I forced down my disappointment and held her a bit tighter in reply.

She kissed my cheek, said quietly, “this is all... things are different for us, aren't they, Kal?” It wasn't really a question so much as a declaration, an acceptance. “I don't know... I don't know how this is going to go... when we get to the island. I haven't really dealt with things. I'm just going on adrenaline and haven't thought about what happens when you go back to Bailey and the others.” She left unsaid the doubts about whether anyone had survived the attack during which I was knocked unconscious and taken from the island.

I said nothing a while and Kate continued. “I don't know what it means for me... for us. I know... I think I know, that what you and those you left on the island did was what you thought was best. I guess... if it had been me... I dunno, Kal. I want to understand... but... they are so young...”

“I know.” I stroked Kate's beautiful red hair, pushed it away from her face. “I can't excuse that except... except it was right at the time, and... it became even better over the months. So much better. I never wanted to let you go, Kate. I had many doubts about Bailey... about becoming intimate with her. But... the island was a terrifying place, lonely, isolated, but with her... and eventually the others... I didn't feel alone, I didn't feel terrified. We loved each other and the strength in that... I can't really put it in words. I just feel strongly that we needed each other, that we needed those touches, that closeness... I'd lost so much love and warmth when I lost you and Nina... and... And I'm so goddamn lucky that they were there with me then. I don't know how I'd have survived without them.”

“How... how does this work, Kal? When we take you back... how does this work for us? I don't want to lose you again, and I know Nina feels the same. How can this ever work?”

I thought a moment. “I don't know.” Kate's arms tightened, and I heard her sob quietly. “All I know is that I love you and Nina, and I love Bailey, Keekah, Amy, everyone there. Kate... I can't pretend to know what will happen between us all. I don't know what Bailey will think about you... coming back with me. I don't know how Amy will handle it either... I can... I only know that I have to go back, and if you and Nina will go with me and accept that Bailey and Amy and the others are my family, too, we'll find a way to make it all work.”

She said nothing, and I kissed her forehead. “Remember when we first opened up our marriage and included Juliana?”

Kate let out a small laugh. “Yeah. I was worried about that. She was so pretty... and so wet... I thought you might leave me for her for a while.”

“But I didn't. She was all that, but you... you're so much more. Even when she drifted away and we brought in others to share our bed, and sometimes our relationship, you were always the one I was wholly committed to, and I always wanted you in my life. I still feel that way... but the change is that Bailey... especially Bailey... is like that for me too, now... I didn't mean for that to happen... any of it, really... but that's how I feel, and I... I want you and her to love each other... even if that takes time... even if that means we talk a lot and we cry and we hurt... I can't be without her any more than I can be without you...”

“I won't leave you, Kal... even though I'm struggling with this... it's... it's not so much that someone else shares your heart with me... me and Nina... several others, you say... but... the age thing, Kal... that... that I don't know how to deal with.”

I hugged her tight again, said softly, “I know... I know... let's get to that when it happens, ok? I know we have a lot to do before then... a lot of things can go wrong... I won't give up trying to get back to them... I love you, Kate... I always will. Nothing will change that.”

“Ok... ok... you're right. First things first. I need to get back soon, but...” Her body shifted slightly, breasts pressing into my chest, a leg drawn up over my thigh. “Please... Eat me... Eat my pussy... I've missed your tongue on me for too long, Kal... I've been dreaming about it ever since you came back to me... Please...”

I couldn't have resisted if I wanted to, and I didn't want to. I kissed Kate's lips and moved her body onto her back, letting my fingers trail down to her breasts, massaging her tender flesh, her lovely tits so warm and soft. Kate's body was wanting, needing. I could feel the way she shivered as I touched her, could taste the need for reassurance in her kiss. I wanted to make her feel so loved in that moment, and she wanted me to bring her to at least a few minutes of pleasure we'd shared so many times before.

I slid down her body, small tremors running through her as I parted Kate's thighs and inhaled her scent. Her genitals smelled of wet pussy and my pungent cum, the creampie having already rushed away, leaving only a slick wetness in her vagina and sticky, drying cum in her red pubes. I kissed Kate's thighs, one after the other, teasing her by inching closer to where she desperately wanted to be touched.

Kate's knees rose from the mattress and I settled down. In the low light, I could just make out the way her labia were spread, slightly swollen, her fleshy hood pulled back to reveal a hard, throbbing clit. I licked Kate's nub, felt her stiffen at my touch. I let my tongue run down her slit, tasted the last drops of my warm cum on her flesh, soon overwhelmed by Kate's own discharge and desire.

“Ohhh... oh... Kal... yes... oh, yes... oh... ohhhh...”

I went slowly, lapping up and down her labia, tickling her clit with each pass. Her cunt swelled as I swept my tongue across her nub and then slipped it into her vagina. She moaned louder, hips beginning to rise and fall as her tension mounted. I felt myself stirring again, my own desire for her becoming stronger the more I tasted Kate's pussy, the more she writhed to my touches.

Kate's stomach tightened and she cried out as I circled her clit. Her body started jerking in a way that I knew meant she was almost there. I slipped two fingers into her cunt as I sucked lightly on her clit, my tongue adding to the sensation by sweeping around in full circles, massaging her clit and driving her to orgasm.

Kate's pussy clenched twice, three times, my tongue wet along her nub. She moaned loudly as her orgasm crashed down, her body jerking, twitching, her juices dribbling down my fingers and onto my arm. I fingered her through her orgasm, wet, squishing competing only with her moans and panting as she came.

Before she relaxed, I rose over her, needful. My cock in hand, I parted her thighs wider and plunged my penis into Kate's vagina. She cried out, body trembling and tensing again. Her hands wrapped around me and held my back, her motions driving me against her.

I rose and fell, my flesh penetrating Kate's tender pussy, her red pubes sticky and tangling with mine. It took only a minute or so to feel myself tense up, pulsing, driving myself in and out of Kate's vagina. Her body was so warm, welcoming. She wanted me to fill her with my seed, her hands pulling me against her with each thrust, her hips rising up to meet my motions.

Kate came again just as I began to ejaculate. She jerked, fingers grasping my back, her cunt spasming, and my semen shot out of my cock, buried deep inside her body. I ground spurt after powerful spurt into her pussy, my jism splashing inside her, her moans vibrating through us both. I emptied myself as her orgasm crested and I held hard against her.

I lowered myself as her legs wrapped tightly around my ass, the last of my cum drooling into her hot, messy opening. Kate's arms crossed my neck and she pulled me to her for a moaning, passionate kiss. I don't know how long we held together like that, rolling slowly with my half-erect penis held inside her cummy vagina, but it was pure heaven.

She whispered in my ear, “I love you, Kal... I needed that so much...”

“I love you, too... and thank you... for everything... everything... I can't imagine what would have happened to me without you here. You and Nina are amazing... I love you so much...”

Kate let out a long sigh, said slowly, “I hate to, but I have to go.”

I slid off her, watched a moment as her pussy gaped and my cum rushed out of her opening, spilling onto her pubes and over her anus. She stood, talking to me as she dressed. “We're still working on things, Kal. Nina's onto something that should pay off soon. Hang in there, ok? I know... I know this must be frustrating... that... that you want to get back to Bailey and the others... We're doing everything we can...”

“I know... I'm doing my best. It's very frustrating, just sitting here like this. Please... whatever you can do... make sure it will work, but hurry. I need to know... need to know if she... if they...”

“Shhh... Ok... Nothing we can do from here. Whatever happened that night... We'll get there, Kal, ok? I promise, we'll get there.”

I nodded, let the lump in my throat sit a moment before swallowing. Kate pulled her panties up and then her pants, wrapped her bra around and bound her tits before slipping on her blouse. I handed her two of the satellite images. “I can't tell which one is right. The top-right island on the first one, the middle-left island on the second... they both look right from so far away. Here's the closeup. This is definitely the right one.”

Kate took the images, scanned them a moment. “Ok... we're going to need to know which of these is right. I'll see if Kelv can take the closeup and match it to one of the wider views.”

“Thanks.”

“I don't know when I'll be back next, ok? I was visiting Charlie every four or five days, and for now, no one but the handful of us know he died. I can't come back again for a few days, unless we're ready to leave, so please, don't get worried if no one is here for a few days. I promise some one will be by within a week. Just hang tight. If... I doubt it will happen, but if anyone comes by that you don't know... run. Run south into the woods and then move East, stay away a few days.”

“That doesn't sound fun. What about the no-mores? What if they turn up again?”

“I... I don't know. We can't be ready for everything, not with trying to keep you out of sight. I've got a satchel here, pack it with supplies and grab it if you need to leave quickly.”

“And... then, what?”

“I don't know, Kal. Round back to this spot, I guess. Give it a few days, then come back here. I'll leave you a message on what to do next. Look, there's a loose board just over there. I'll tuck it there if need be. I don't think anyone will come out here. No one but me had even seen Charlie for the last ten months or so, the natives think he's crazy, and the refugees simply avoid going out of the cage. Still have no idea how he survived the no-mores, but he did.”

“Ok. Good luck, Kate... and thank you.”

She kissed me and was gone quickly into the night. I missed her immediately and felt very alone once more.

- - -

No one disturbed me at the shack. Day after day, I had nothing but time on my hands, time that festered and grew urgent as I waited. I paced around outside during the day, walked down to the edge of the water, reflected on how it was so unlike the constant surf which I'd lived beside on the island. The water by the shack was backwash, stagnant, and a bit brackish from where salt water pushed inland against fresh runoff. It stank of rotting mud and baking brine. In other contexts, I might have enjoyed the spot, but not with such a heavy, desperate need to be gone holding onto my emotions.

At night, the mosquitoes came out in force and I was had to retreat to the shack and stay locked inside. It wasn't the best of shelters and the stinging bugs managed to get inside, annoying me in my sleep and as I sat staring at the walls, the ceiling, waiting for every single second to tick by.

It would have been easier if I'd had an appointment to keep, some end point where I could count down the passage of time to my goal. Instead, there was no scheduled moment when my waiting would cease and I'd finally be able to take action. The frustration came in waves, each passing hour seemed to add to the wait period instead of bringing me closer to getting out of Papeete.

I found an old notepad and some pencils, and used some of the long hours to write down my experiences since being taken from the island. I had to try hard to remember parts of it, the head injury and solitary confinement made it tough to recall details, and to tell fantasy from fact. I'd kept a journal for a long time on the Island of the Phoenix, and I found it a bit cathartic to reflect on the weeks I'd been in Tahiti and put down in writing all the confusing and difficult moments I'd experienced there. Each time I finished my entry, I tucked the notepad into the satchel. I wasn't leaving behind my thoughts if I had to run.

I want to make clear how deeply the solitary confinement and weeks spent doubting my memories had affected me. Despite efforts being undertaken to get me back to the island, there were moments in the dark hours of that shack where the demons roused and made me question the sanity of it all. I relived nights locked in the cell, moments where I'd come to decide that Bailey and the Phoenix were grand illusions, stories I'd told myself not to feel alone, fantasies I'd kept alive long enough to think them true.

I panicked a couple of times, waking in the night, isolated, darkness surrounding me, and each time I bolted out of the shack, frightened and confused. I didn't go far before the mosquitoes sent me quickly back to hide in my new cell.

Living with that experience made it difficult to focus. I tried to resist the gnawing doubts, to concentrate on just remaining patient, that this would pass with time. It was not an issue that went away easily, and while I waited out the days, my confusion compounded and left me feeling distant, perhaps hollow.

Being in the shack, waiting, essentially trapped, made the moments spent with Kate days before feel like a conjugal visit.

- - -

I woke early one morning to a rap at the door. Before I could jump from the cot, Nina's voice called out, “Kal, just me.”

Nina came in and shut the door as the sun was beginning to warm the island. She wore a plain dark-green uniform and a sidearm. Her dull-brown hair was pulled back into a pony-tail, her face soft and welcoming.

We embraced and kissed a moment before she pulled back. “Can't stay long. Slipped away during a break, need to leave in about half-an-hour. Had to see you, Kal. I've missed you so much.”

We kissed again, then sat on the cot. She said, “I think Kelv has the island figured out, so we know how to get there. And we've got a plan to go soon. Probably within a day or two. Be ready, ok?”

“I'm ready.”

“Good... Kal... hold me a bit, ok? While we talk?”

“Always.”

I leaned back on the cot and Nina sank into my arms. She let out a sigh, said, “Kate and I have talked a lot lately, about us, about Bailey... This isn't easy, Kal. I think she's having a harder time than I am, but I'm... I dunno... I guess I'll just have to see when we get there, ok? I don't want to lose you again, Kal... I want everything to be ok with us.”

“Me too. Me too...”

Nina nuzzled my neck, kissed my cheek slowly. “Was it hard there... just a few people... no news of the world. It sounds frightening...”

“It was... at first. But the longer we survived, the better we got at being there. We made our own world, our own rules, and I... need that again. Here... I'm trapped, Nina. The cell... this shack. I'm a fugitive here... I can't go back to that. Ever. I need to get back to my family there... and... I want you and Kate to be happy there, too...”

My doubts were pushed down while I talked. Being around Nina and Kate made me feel more myself. It was the being alone which threatened to break me.

“You'll see... the first time you eat Hakee's stew... the first time you see Tok's grin... where you can hear nothing but the fire and the surf and the breeze... you'll see.”

Nina purred against me, turned over, spread her body over mine. I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed, her lips confident, needful. Nina slowly slid back and forth against me, her breasts pressing through her rough uniform top. No words needed to be spoken between us.

I pulled her clothes away quickly, and she pulled down my pants. My cock rose and bobbed as she sucked me into her mouth. I groaned as I throbbed against her tongue. Nina had always been great at giving slow blow jobs, and she definitely took the time to work me up to a buzz.

I couldn't resist tasting her. My hands on her shoulders, I motioned her around to straddle my face while she sucked me. I smelled her strongly, her excited, moist pussy and hours of sweat hit me heavily, wonderfully. I sniffed her crotch and felt myself grow harder in her mouth.

I buried my tongue in Nina's snatch, tasting the raw flesh, the complex mix of wet pussy and brine and pungency, hints of tart and sharp bitterness. I moaned into her cunt, lapped up her flavorful juices as she mewled around my cock. I tasted her asshole, rimmed her while her moaning grew louder. Nina had always liked ass play, and the way she moved her body told me to keep going.

I sniffed her ass, the sharp scents bringing shivers to my body. I let my tongue sweep down to her clit and back up to her puckered backdoor. Nina's body writhed around as I tasted and teased her crotch. I pushed my tongue against her anus, the tight hole yielding slowly, and for a moment I tongue-fucked Nina's butt.

Her mouth slid off my boiling cock, she breathed back, “I never got to finish my orgasm that night, Kal... You were fucking my ass when I was knocked out... I want you there. Fuck my ass, Kal.”

I'd been fucking Nina's butthole when the cruise ship had exploded, my ejaculate still flying as the ship broke apart. I recalled that moment clearly, and knew I had to make a new memory to replace that tragic one.

She moved down the cot and stood, taking my hand and bringing me to my feet. She turned and bent over the mattress, offering me her tightest hole. I knelt a moment and inhaled again, savoring the raw smell of Nina's ass and pussy, then licked her asshole, pushing saliva inside her butt.

Cock in hand, I slid the head just inside the tight brown ring of Nina's anus. Her back arched and she grunted as I began to sodomize her. She pushed back steadily as I pushed forward, my penis soon driven deep into her bowels. I held there a moment, enjoying how tight Nina's ass felt around my shaft, how warm and soft her butt was as I throbbed inside her.

We started to rut slowly but soon I began to pound her asshole. Her fingers flew over her clit as we fucked, her butthole becoming slicker and messier. The rich aroma of anal sex hit my nose and I drove into Nina harder, fucking her asshole steadily, powerfully. She grunted and moaned. Nina's anus spasmed, dilating further, spasmed again, and she climaxed, her face pressed into the mattress, her cries muffled.

I humped her, concentrating on Nina's orgasming body, on the gripping, clenching heat of her ass. I felt my balls draw up, my cock buzzing in her guts. I gripped the woman's hips tighter, drew her hard against me with each thrust. Pound, pound, pound, “oh yea... oh, Nina... cumming... cumming... oooooohhhhh...” Ejaculate fired out of my raw penis and filled her bowels. Nina stifled another groan as I came in her ass, her hot, tight ring and velvety insides milking me for all the semen I could squirt into her.

I spasmed long after my ejaculation had slowed and stopped, pulsing inside Nina's rectum, cum pooling around the head of my cock as I gradually grew soft. Nina's bowels clenched once, twice, and her contractions forced my half-hard penis from her bowels with a plop. A thin line of dirty semen rushed out and down her labia and legs.

She stood and turned, hugging me, kissing me, telling me over and over that she loved me. I did the same, then helped her squat over the bucket that served as a chamberpot. Nina urinated strongly, the bitter scent filling my nose fully. Squishing, foaming sounds came from her ass as my semen bubbled out from her sore, gaping anus.

I smiled as I wiped her carefully. That was something Nina had always enjoyed me doing for her. Kate never really cared for it, but Nina loved it. I wiped her pussy then her asshole, kissing her tits as my fingers brought the cloth through her crotch.

We kissed until she had to leave. I helped her get dressed, then kissed her again. She departed with a promise that we'd be moving soon. It did enough to push the doubts away for the day and a half of waiting that would come before the moment had finally arrived.