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Just The Two Of Them
by Sonya Esperanto (sonyaesperanto_15@hotmail.com)

***

About survivors of a plane crash on an island. The two 
survivors are a French woman proud of her nationality 
and an anti-European anti-Socialist American Redneck, 
she was arguing with on the plane. (MF, 1st, oral, 
anal, rom)

***

Part 1

It was a very long plane flight. From the United States 
of America to Australia. It was also evening. Simone 
could not stand it anymore. Three rows behind her seats 
were three arrogant American guys. They spent the whole 
time bad-mouthing Europeans, Socialists and Liberals. 
And anyone who wasn't American. American Rednecks. Die-
hard patriots who would have a go ant anyone who was 
against their worldview from Iraq to the War on Terror. 

One of them was arguing with another passenger, sat 
down on the row to their left. A French man. "We save 
your fucking country from the Nazis. If we didn't come 
along you would be speaking German today. And why did 
you bother to come to our country anyways if you hated 
it so much," said one guy. Simone turned around to see 
who from the three it was. It was the guy who was a 
tall pale muscular blue-eyed Blond guy who was probably 
as tall as 6'5 and looked like somewhere in his 
twenties. 

He was probably somewhere from the South, known for its 
hardcore Christian values and hatred of all things 
foreign and also said to be very racist towards non-
whites. The French man was skinny; had mousy brown 
hair, also looked like in his twenties, and actually 
did look kind of froggy-like. 

"You frogs should bow down to us. In fact the whole 
world owes America. We have the best military, the best 
technology, the best economy and we are the tallest and 
greatest people in this planet. You Frenchies are just 
half our height and even our women are far more manlier 
than you," the Blond guy started laughing. His two 
other friends joined in. Some American passengers 
started laughing alongside him. 

"Fucking Euro-trash. I bet if I went over there and 
beat you to a pulp everyone here would back me up. You 
are lucky that we didn't bomb your country for forever 
bad mouthing us on the world stage. And we could have 
occupied you if we wanted to," the tall Blond guy 
continued. Simone has had enough. She saw the 
stewardesses not doing anything to stop this commotion 
and even caught them smirking. She looked at his 
direction and then decided to act.

"America owes a lot to France. We paid for your 
Revolution. We were the centre of Europe for many 
centuries. We came up with the inventions and concepts 
that your country and England happily adapted from. We 
even help you create your Constitution. France was the 
one country you owed the most money to in history," 
Simone shouting back at him in fluent English. 

Everyone stared at her. Including that Blond guy. He 
looked at her very coldly, like he was going to get out 
of his seat and kill her. She knew that she was being 
brave. Many passengers were probably on his side and on 
the French guy's seat; the other seats next to his were 
empty. She knew that she had the momentum in this 
argument that she had just invited herself into. Better 
to walk the walk and talk the talk. 

"America has lost its popularity around the world. You 
are losing in Iraq. Your economy is in shambles. And 
you are highly in debt to the Chinese and Japanese," 
she continued. 

The Blond guy just stared at her. Simone turned her 
head back forward. She was travelling from Europe to 
America and from America she was supposed to head off 
to Australia. She wasn't alone. Three of her friends 
sat next to her. One of them, a French guy, said, "You 
are very brave. Brave and foolish. You saw how tall he 
was. I would never want to pick a fight with a guy like 
him. He could just crush me with just one arm." 

"Someone has to stand up to jerks like him," Simone 
hating her friends chickening out on her. The two guys 
and one girl. She hated her trip to America. People 
were rude and always said bad things about everyone. 
Especially about the French. Simone was French. 

Simone was an attractive Brunette at 5'10 in her early 
twenties. She had a slender body and was very 
adventurous. She tanned on her trip to the US, 
especially the South, and she wore her hair long. She 
had communicated with her friend just now in French. 
And then she heard a voice shouting at her from the 
back. 

The voice from that Blond guy. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. You 
go speak your froggy language. Eating too much frog 
legs. No wonder you people are so short. I know some 
history too you bitch. You guys got conquered by the 
Romans and it was the Germans came and kicked the 
Romans out and who ended up conquering you lot. Those 
same Germans were the ancestors of many White Americans 
today. 

"You paid for the Revolution because you wanted the 
English to lose and we paid off that stupid debt you 
were talking about. You are jealous because English is 
the dominant language, our currency the standard world 
currency, that we saved your country from the Germans 
twice, that we are inventing everything that everyone 
is using right now, that we are the superior people and 
you, like everyone else who aren't from North-Western 
European descent, are among the inferior people," the 
Blond guy continued trying to hammer her out. 

She heard some people laughing and clapping and 
cheering him on. She dared not turn her head now. "Our 
height and military strength is a sign of our 
superiority while your height and cowardice is a sign 
of your inferiority. We won the Second World War and 
saved your fucking country. Not so brave now are you. 
That's right. You just keep your fucking mouth shut. 
Nothing to say now. Not so bold now," the Blond guy 
hammering her while getting support from his fellow 
Americans. 

Until everyone heard a heavy thunderstorm and the plane 
was struck by lightning.
     
The plane crashed landed on the Pacific Ocean. 
Everything had gone so fast. Stewardesses and stewards 
were busy helping customers march into rafts. It was 
the worst night in Simone's life. It was also happening 
so fast like some bad horror movie like the one called 
Cloverfeld. 

She was being rushed towards a raft along with some of 
her friends and some other people. The plane exit 
emergency doors opened and their raft was shot very 
quick and very fast from the plane. The sea waves 
roared very strongly. It was night and the thunderstorm 
and lightning made all very frightening and very 
difficult all at the same time. A true horror that was 
like a mixture between a horror movie and a catastrophe 
movie, especially ones like Turbulence and Poseidon and 
Titanic. 

Simone hanged on very tight to the sides of the raft as 
the ocean's tidal waves were kept on raising the rafts 
many, many feet high above water. The sea water 
splashing and the rain water pouring made her think 
that she was going to die along with her friends. In 
every emergency all they could do is waiting for the 
thunderstorm to be over. But when will it be over is 
another question. Simone cried and closed her eyes. 

She heard her friends screaming in French and some of 
the other passengers with them screaming in English. 
Simone didn't want to die. She was too young to die. 
She had a bright future in some business firm somewhere 
in France or the European Union. And then a strong wave 
attacked their raft. Simone lost consciousness and 
thought this was the end.

**

Simone woke up. She was all wet and found herself lying 
down on what looked like a beach. She got up instantly 
and realised that she really was on a beach. It was day 
time, the next day to be in fact. She saw palm trees 
not far from her. She remembered everything from the 
night before. Her friends. The thunderstorm. The plane 
crashing down the Pacific Ocean. 

She turned around. She saw nothing floating on the sea. 
Not the raft she was in, not even any other raft. I 
must be on some island here in the Pacific Ocean, 
Simone thought. She thought of that Hollywood film 
CASTWAY where that character played by Tom Hanks 
survived in a plane crash to the ocean, survived and 
founded himself washed over towards an island by the 
heavy tidal waves and stranded on it all by himself. 

As the sun was shining very brightly she could feel her 
wet clothes instantly drying up from the intense heat.. 
She was afraid. Everyone including her friends may be 
dead. She started pacing around the beach, shouting and 
panicking, "Hello. Is anyone else here? I survived the 
crash too. Hello." She walked all along the beach 
coastlines. She never thought something like this would 
ever happen to her. She just wanted to be back home in 
France to be with loved ones. She didn't want to find 
herself all lone in this island in the middle of 
nowhere. 

She kept on screaming and screaming, hoping that there 
were other survivors who had washed over to this island 
that she knew nothing about. She realised that she was 
walking barefoot. The waves must have pushed her here 
but she lost her shoes to the sea waves. She tried 
being brave. She tried remembering brave French 
characters in history like Joan of Arc or women who 
fought in the Resistance. As she continued to walk, she 
realised that there were hills behind the tall palm 
trees.

And then, not far from her she saw someone. Another 
survivor. She was excited and quickly rushed towards 
that person. He was hunched over some burning campfire. 
He also saw Simone running towards his direction. As 
soon as she was close enough her heart sunk. Oh no. 
It's him. Why did it have to him, she panicked. It was 
the guy was arguing with the night before. The proud 
American redneck.

And she was trapped in this island with him.

Simone wanted to turn around and run the other way. The 
tall Blond pale American redneck stood up from the 
fallen branch he sat on and cried to her, "Hey wait. 
Why are you running?" Simone turned around and started 
running away from him. Before she could run any faster, 
he tackled her and they both fell on the sandy ground. 
Her face touched sane and with quick force he turned 
her body around, but still keeping her body pinned down 
on the ground. "Let go of me," she screamed at him. 
"Stop fighting me. We are the only ones left from the 
crash. We have to stick together or perish in this 
island hell," the Blond guy told her. 

She stopped shaking her head and then looked him in the 
eye. She was sure that he didn't recognise her. "Hey I 
remember you," he told her in a much calmer voice. 

"Look just let me go and I'll leave you in peace. I 
didn't know it was you," Simone chatting him up. He 
didn't get off her. He was just smiling. "Well I'm glad 
that someone else survived. Did you see anyone else? A 
body floating perhaps?" he teased her. 

She shook her head. "No I woke up and found myself on 
the beach. That is the truth," Simone cried. 

"Why are you behaving like this? At least you're no 
longer alone here. Ever wondered how Tom Hanks felt 
when he found himself all alone on that island," the 
Blond guy said. And then he asked her a question which 
dreaded her, "You're French right?" 

Simone nodded. "You know you're kinda cute. And I can 
tell you now that you won't be able to survive in this 
island without me. You know how to catch fish? Get 
drinking water? Where to stay and sleep when we have a 
thunderstorm?" he smiled at her. "So what is your name 
sweet cheeks?" he taunted her in a friendly way. She 
just answered his question, "Si-Simone. Now would you 
please be so kind to get off me," she tried being 
defiant. 

"Simone. Sexy name. French girls have sexy names. I 
know you're scared of me. I know you think I am going 
to kill you cos that is what we American Redneck 
Christians do right," he was making fun of perceived 
stereotypes about American Southerners. This was a 
moment she already dreaded up in her mind before the 
lightning hit their plane.

"Look I don't know anything alright. I am just one girl 
who wants to mind her own business," Simone chatting 
him up. "So why did you come talking to me that way 
yesterday night then," he asked her but already knew 
why. "You know I am very upset that my friends are 
probably dead and that I really want to go home," 
Simone starting to break. "Hey I lost my friends too. 
But they are in Heaven now cos they believe in Jesus. 
Jesus who came and died for our sins," he sounded 
sincere. "I am very sorry about your friends too. I 
really am," Simone admitting that she didn't want 
anyone, even people she disliked or hated, to die. "You 
know I have been so kind to ask you your name. Aren't 
you going to ask me mine?" the Blond guy looked 
annoyed. 

"W-what is your name?" Simone had to ask. "I'm Andy. 
Short for Andrew. Is it true that French girls shaved 
off their armpits and pubic hairs?" he asked her. 
"Please don't ask me those questions. It's personal and 
very rude to of you to ask me," Simone cried. His face 
was close to hers. Her greatest worry is that he is 
going to rape her and she knew that he could get away 
with it too. "Simone I know what you're thinking right 
now," Andy sounded serious. She looked him in the eye 
and worried. 

She then asked, "W-what am I thinking about?" 

"That you think I am going to try raping you. Because 
we are all alone and that I must want revenge on you 
yesterday for having talked to me the way you did. You 
think I hate you cos you're French and that because I 
think you're anti-American. How about this. We kiss and 
make up. I want us to be friends. How does that sound?" 
Andy asked. 

"Sounds good to me. I mean we should stick together 
because it is just the two of us right," Simone 
starting to put up a smile. "Right. But I want you to 
mean it. And there is only one way," Andy sounding and 
bossy, being aware of his power over her. "No. I do 
mean it. Why won't you believe me," Simone starting to 
plead. "Give me a kiss. On the lips. A proper kiss. A 
French kiss in fact," Andy switching his facial 
expression from being serious to that of a smile and 
then to being serious again. "If not I won't let you 
go," he threatened. 

"Ok," Simone giving in. He pressed his lips against 
hers and she gave in to his demand. She started moving 
her tongue against his. French kiss. When they stopped 
kissing he quickly got off of her and even helped pull 
her up. 


SAME EVENING

Andy was cooking the fish he had caught that day over 
the burning campfire, by holding them on a stick. He 
also gave some fish-on-a-stick to Simone,. They had 
carved-up coconut husks wit them (for water storing as 
in drinking). "Do you know how we can escape from this 
island?" she asked him. "Put large SOS signs on the 
beach sand. Maybe even place woods on those signs so 
they can be seen from above. Someone is bound to pick 
us up by satellite photos and next thing the US navy 
would be here and will come and save us," Andy enjoying 
his fish-stick. 

He then gave her a look mean to be intimidating. "But 
they only rescue American Nationals," he said. "What??" 
Simone upset about such comment. "Hey don't worry. I'll 
tell them that you are with me and that you are my 
partner and want to marry me. That way they'll save you 
too because you are bound to get a green card. A green 
card because you married someone who is an American 
citizen," Andy sounding as if he is concerned. "Are you 
for real?" 

Simone was surprised. 

"Look. I know we got on the wrong foot yesterday and 
these past couple of years France and America have been 
at odds. We have been calling each other names. I don't 
hate French people. But I get angry when they bad mouth 
my country. Do you know that many Americans love French 
culture?" Andy suggested. Or American men love French 
women, she thought. Especially for sex. "Come on I am a 
real nice guy once you get to know me," Andy started 
smiling at her. 

He then continued, "Didn't set up the fore for us? 
Didn't I catch the fish for us? Bet you couldn't have 
done all this by yourself. I am not making fun of you. 
I just want you to appreciate everything that I've done 
for you. I am still upset that we didn't know each 
other yesterday and that we got on a bad start," Andy 
sighed. 

"Thank you Andy. Seriously thank you," she smiled. She 
wasn't comfortable with him. He is still a redneck who 
may or may not want to rape her. "Andy I am tired. I am 
not a superman like you. Is it ok with you if I call it 
a night. For now," she knew she sounded like she was 
pleading. 

"Ok go sleep," Andy got up angrily and went for a walk.

It was night time. The only source of light apart from 
the campfire was the moonlight shining down them. 
Simone used some large palm tree leaves as blanket and 
used her arms for resting head on. She closed her eyes 
and could hear Andy pacing around. She slowly dozed off 
until she heard someone pacing near her and before she 
knew it, some large body was next to her and a large 
arm was hugging her. She woke up puzzled. "Andy?" she 
asked. 

"You'll catch your cold this way. I think we should 
keep each other warm and besides maybe dangerous 
animals lurk around this island and I am just trying to 
protect you," he sounded concerned and sure of himself. 
"Why don't you rest your head on my chest," he tried 
convincing her. 

Simone turned her body to face his and rested her head 
on his chest and ended up putting her arms around him 
too, with the large palm tree leaves being used as 
their blanket. "You know you smell very nice. I could 
eat you," Andy moving his lips towards her ear and 
head. She instantly got up and looked at him. "What?" 
Simone was upset. 

"I meant you are beautiful. I didn't mean I was going 
to eat you. If I did that I would be all alone here and 
be denied the privilege of having your company ever 
again," Andy looked hurt. He then continued, "Look. 
Please come back to bed. I'll protect you from whatever 
is out there." 

Simone wanted to walk away but then she was afraid that 
she would end up creating herself an unnecessary enemy. 
She went back to him and lied own next to him. "Don't 
worry. We'll get out of this island. All we have to do 
tomorrow is set a large fire and place large SOS signs 
using wood. Then someone watching over the satellite 
would see us and come to our rescue," Andy said. Simone 
was still afraid of him. She eventually went to sleep. 


ONE WEEK LATER

It was evening. Simone and Andy were sat by their usual 
campfire. No one had come to their rescue to this 
island. Their staple food was fishes from the beach 
which Andy would catch with a stick. And berries and 
other fruits from trees. That night they were eating 
two dead birds that flew to this island. Andy managed 
to catch them by hurling the stick at them. And then he 
cooked it for both he and Simone. Simone was used more 
to the civilized life whereas he was used to hunting 
down rabbits and coyotes and rattle snakes back in the 
South. 

"This tastes good. You really know how to cook," Simone 
eating a carved up piece of bird meet. "And they taste 
like chicken too," she further complimented. 

"Simone it has been a week and no one has come to our 
rescue. No one saw our SOS signs. Not the planes. Not 
the fucking satellites. All this has made me upset. I 
do know that if I die I will go to Heaven. I don't know 
about you," Andy looked at Simone seriously. 

"Well I would like to go to Heaven too. I would like to 
be with my loved ones," Simone savouring the taste of 
the bird meat. "But you can only go to Heaven if you 
accept the Lord Jesus Christ," he was being 
straightforward. She wasn't comfortable talking about 
religion and such things. She wasn't sure what to tell 
him. He was so kind to catch two birds for them and 
cook for both of them. 

"Simone I don't want to sound harsh but I have been 
taking care of you for a week now. Practically you owe 
me. Your life is actually mine. Even the Chinese said 
that you belong to the person who saved you as they are 
responsible for you," Andy was serious. 

She didn't like the look he was giving her. "I am 
grateful that you have been taking care of me Andy. 
Look if we get back to Europe or America I can show you 
my gratitude," she wanted to say but he then said, "How 
about now. I don't want your money. I want you. I have 
been keeping you warm and safe. I want to have sex with 
you. Not because you are the only woman in this island 
but because I really want you," Andy stared at her. 
Simone did acknowledge that she taking advantage of 
him. "Alright Andy," she gave in.

Simone started taking off all her clothes. Her jeans. 
Her shirt. Her underwear. Her bra. She was completely 
naked. She has had sex before with many guys although 
none of them were American. She covered her breasts but 
still stood near the fire to keep her body warm. Andy 
got up and also stripped off all his clothes and walked 
towards her. "Are you scared of me?" he asked her. 

"Well just a little bit," Simone admitted it. She saw 
how large his cock was and how muscular his arms were. 
They lied down by the fire. He thrust hic cock up her 
cunt and started fucking her. She screamed really loud. 
He was fucking her really hard. He then hugged her and 
managed to get both their bodies up with his cock still 
inside her cunt. He then walked around with her stuck 
to him and fucker her really hard, ejaculating a lot of 
strong North-Western European American sperm into her 
Central-Western European French pussy. He banged her 
back against a palm tree. 

Simone was enjoying the love he was giving her. He kept 
on banging her up front until he then let her go and 
told her, "Now I want you to give me a blowjob." 

Simone got on her knees and took in Andy's cock inside 
her mouth and started sucking him. His cock was so 
large that her jaw started aching. She was drinking his 
sperm. 

He put his hand on her head and fondling with her brown 
hair, saying, "That's a good girl. Show me how you love 
me." 

Simone was sucking and sucking and sucking until she 
wanted to stop. She put her hands on his hand, trying 
to indicate to him to let her go. He didn't let her go. 
She stopped sucking and just tried pulling her mouth 
from his cock. "Hey what gives," Andy started sounding 
upset. 

"I need a break," she slowly got up on her knees. He 
saw his cum stain on her pussy leaking down the sand 
and from her mouth too, filled with American juice. 

Later they were having sex again. But this time Simone 
was hugging a palm tree while Andy was giving her anal 
sex. Her arms and legs were wrapped around that palm 
tree. He pumped more 'juice' into her asshole. Simone 
was screaming from him entering her again and again. 
His cock was breaking her ass cheeks. "Now you have no 
reason to be anti-American," Andy chuckled as he fucked 
her and kissed the back part of her neck and even 
biting at it. 

She hasn't had sex in a week and so. All of this was 
equally refreshing for her too. 

"And America saves France again," Andy chuckling as he 
pushed his cock a lot deeper now into her body. "I 
think you need your pussy to be fucked again," Andy 
stopped fucking her ass as he whispered to her ear. 

Simone let go of the tree and he let her body down the 
ground. He lifted her up and then fucked her pussy 
again while her arms and legs were around his back. She 
screamed at him fucking her pussy. All three holes of 
hers were filled with his cum. "I love you Simone. I 
love you Simone," Andy kept on repeating himself. He 
finally let go of her. "I think you want your pussy 
licked, right?" he asked her. 

She nodded her head, as his cum was dripping out of her 
mouth. She then slowly laid her back on the sandy 
ground and he knelt between her legs and started 
licking her clitoris while each of his hands held to 
her thighs, squeezing them and using them as navigating 
sticks. She liked having his tongue licking inside her 
main hole. She screamed in French, "Yes. Oh yes." She 
ended up touching and fondling his blond hair as he was 
making her happy. He continued flicking his tongue 
within her pussy for some time until he got up and 
started sucking on her right nipple. 

"Ahh. Ahh," she moaned. He was sucking her both hard 
and gentle at the same time. He switched from her right 
nipple to her left nipple, equally sucking and licking 
and tasting it. She just closed her eyes and enjoyed 
it, like full ecstasy. 

They both lied down next to the burning firewood. 
Simone's head was resting on Andy's chest and her arms 
and legs were wrapped around his large body. Andy had 
one arm behind his head, looking up at the stars. 
"Simone if we do get out of this island would you marry 
me?" Andy asked her lovingly and in an emotional tone. 

"Whoah. You are asking me this so quickly. We just had 
sex and..." she wanted to finish until he cut her off 
by saying, "I am in love with you. I want to spend the 
rest of my life with you. You don't have to be afraid 
that I am going to be fucking some other woman behind 
your back. I know you're afraid. I have been taking 
care of you this whole time you should trust me by now. 
If we do get married we don't have to live in the 
South. We could live somewhere up north. We could even 
live in Europe if you want to," Andy starting to 
massage her left breast. 

"I am just afraid that you will get bored of me," she 
sighed. "One day we're both going to grow old. I know 
that if I ever do get old I want to spend old age with 
you," he was being emotional. And then he told her, 
"Could you get up please? I need to get up," he told 
her. 

Simone raised her body from him and he got off the 
ground they were sleeping on. She could see that she 
was hurting him this way and that he just didn't want 
to have her for sex. 

She started feeling guilty. He was taking care of her 
and she did owe him for that. She saw him walk towards 
the beach, under the protection of the moonlight. She 
then got up and started running towards him. "Hey Andy 
wait up," she shouted towards him. He turned around. 
"Did you mean what you said? Did you?" she really 
wanted to know. He stopped and said, "Yes Simone I 
meant every word I said. I do," he looked like he was 
nearly going to cry. 

She had never seen him looked this disturbed and very 
far off from the usual American Redneck stereotype. 
"Yes. I do want to marry you. I'll marry you if we make 
it out of here alive," she smiled. 

His face changed from being extremely upset and 
suicidal to that of total joy. He grabbed her and 
kissed her firmly on the lips. He kissed him back 
too... French style.

To be continued?

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