2-ALEX

“So, this is where the boxes come?” I asked turning to look at her.

"Yes” see nodded and ran towards the shore until she stopped a few feet from me. "Right here I always get them."

“And you take them to the cabin?” I questioned incredulously. “It’s at least a mile there.”

That box weighed at least 30 pounds; I did not think such a feat possible coming from such a small person.

"Of course, I do it silly,” she replied laughing, "Who else if not?"

“And how do you do it?”

"I drag them up the slope and put in several banana leaves. The biggest I can get!” She exclaimed excitedly, "And then it's easier that way...”

“What about the porch steps?”

She laughed again, spinning around me in circles.

“Well, I'm turning it step by step until I have it on top, some are heavier than others because they contain clothes, books and other things, but I always manage to climb them.”

I got dizzy turning with her so I could see her face, so I gave up keeping up with her and stopped.

“Stop acting like a girl!” I yelled in exasperation, "Do me the favor o... Wait, what? Are there clothes?”

“Yes.”

“And then why the hell do you have to wear that fucking robe and show me everything?”

“Don't swear...”

“I'm not in your fucking house!” I screamed on the verge of a mental breakdown, "As long as I'm outside I can say what I like!"

She looked at me annoyed, crossing her arms under her chest and I forced myself to hold her gaze and not lower it to see her nipples.

Her clear and pink nipples with soft and tender peaks that attracted my attention, crying out to be conquered by my mouth and hands...

And what about her crotch?

Fuck.

I could see the shadow of dark blonde hair, showing through the sheer fabric of the nightgown she wore.

I could feel my back covered with sweat, and it wasn’t due to the high temperatures of the place, but because of the fiery imagination that beautiful woman made my brain have.

“Don't you realize how hot it is here?”

"Yes...” I murmured giving up and seeing those cute mountains that made fun of me.

“So now you understand why I walk like this, Alexander.”

"Call me Alex,” I said, feeling desire give way to rage.

"Alex,” she repeated thoughtfully, trying my name between her pretty lips, and then smiling at me approvingly, "I like it, it goes more with you."

Suddenly she became serious and looking up at the sky, she turned her back on me and took off taking the same direction from which we had come.

“Where are you going?” I asked puzzled, going behind her as fast as my leg allowed me.

“It's time for my bath!” she replied looking over her shoulder and picked up the pace, leaving me behind by going barefoot.

Bath time?

What was she, a baby?

I kept running out of inertia, but stopped under a tree to recover.

I just wasn't used to these humid places. Of course, I lived in New York and the summers there were hot, but the humidity on this island could with my lungs.

The further I got away from the coast and into the jungle, the more I wondered what else the place was hiding.

A sound a few feet to my left brought my attention back to the site.

I followed a path made of stones and a few minutes later, I heard water falling noisily.

As I passed a lush bush, I found myself in front of a river with a waterfall at least three meters high.

I noticed something golden dive into the water and appear in the center of the river.

Abigail.

"My God, how beautiful...”

Of course, I wasn’t referring to the river or the crystal clear water, but to the girl who swam slowly until she reached under the waterfall and plunged under it.

Curious and worried that a few minutes would pass and Abbie would not appear, I took off my shirt and without thinking, I jumped into the water.

The air in my lungs left me as I hit the cold water, but I still swam to the waterfall, taking a deep breath before diving in and swimming around the place I saw Abigail take.

I noticed that one of the stones of the waterfall had a hole and swimming through it, I soon found a natural pool into which a series of jets of water fell, something like some showers.

“Alex! You knew how to arrive!”

I turned to where Abigail's voice had come from, stunned by what I saw.

She was under a stream of water, cleaning the foam from her hair, smiling at me excitedly and completely naked.

Completely naked!

Fuck!

"Shit,” I muttered as I pushed myself off the stone edge and out of the water.

Was it possible to sweat when I still felt the cold water running through my body?

"Abigail...” I cleared my throat as I saw her fully uncovered body.

“You’re taking a shower too?”

I looked up at her face, not knowing if she was referring to an invitation to shower with her or that she might be embarrassed or ashamed to find her like this, but what I actually found with was a curious look, and with her smile still on the lips.

“Don't you want to cover up?”

My breath was stuck somewhere in my body.

“Why? I'm showering.” And with that said, she turned her back on me. ”Do you shower with clothes in New York?”

Fuck the breath. Who needed to get air into their lungs when they had before them, the most beautiful and rounded ass they have ever had the good fortune to see?

"Oh my God, this is wrong."

I stopped my hand when it was halfway to touching that wet, tanned skin, and reproached myself for what I was about to do.

I adjusted my fly, since my dick did not care how cold it was in that cave and I cleared my throat trying, in a vain effort, to also clear my lustful thoughts.

"Abigail, can you explain to me why you don't mind me seeing you naked?"

She turned back to look at my face totally confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“You shouldn't walk around with such scant clothes and undress before a complete stranger!” I shrieked losing my temper, "I could do something bad to you! Very, very bad!”

Very late I noticed, that her lip had begun to tremble and soon her sobs were heard.

“Don’t Cry! For Christ's sake, don't do it!”

“Then don't yell at me or scold me!” she yelled between hiccups.

“I wouldn't yell at you if you weren't around showing it all!” I spun around looking for some shit to cover her nakedness.

“All of what?” She asked, stopping crying, "And what are you looking for?"

"A damn towel to cover your body,” I growled turning my back to her, "That's what you should stop showing...”

"It's just my body, Alex,” she said, making me see that she didn't really understand what I was asking her.

"Abigail, it's frowned upon to go around naked, unless it's a fucking nude beach. Is that where we are? Is that why you love to walk naked?”

"I walk as I walk, simply because I'm always alone,” she answered seriously, but I don't think she meant it maliciously.

I really doubted that this girl understood what the word malice meant.

Or privacy.

Or shame.

Or pity...

I think her innocence went beyond any of those words.

“You’re twenty-five years old, have a little respect for yourself.”

"I don't understand why you're attacking me, I thought you were my friend,” she murmured behind me.

Her tone of voice did not leave me with another option, other than turning to face her.

With a grimace, I realized that his eyes were flooding with tears again, but without actually shedding them.

“Abbie,” I approached, still against what reason was yelling at me and took her by the shoulders to fix our gazes “A man and a woman could never be friends, much less when that woman has a body like yours...”

"You have a body too and I don't bother about it."

Her childish answer almost made me laugh.

Almost.

“I've only been in this place for five hours; we can't be friends in such a short time.”

"I thought we were,” she whispered breathlessly, "I thought God had finally heard my prayers and had sent you for me to stop being alone...”

Her comment penetrated deeply into me, and doing something that went against my principles when it came to women, and much more if the woman was naked and wet, I pulled her closer to me and hugged her tightly.

“Shh, little one,” I brought my mouth to her ear and spoke softly to her to calm her down “Stop crying, okay? Why don't you calm down and we can talk more calmly at home?”

But she hugged me too, shuddering as she started crying again.

"You don't like me, do you?” She asked sobbing, "Is that why you scold me so much?"

“Abbie “I pulled away a little and took her face in my hands “I don't dislike you, I already told you, I arrived just a few hours ago and everything has been overwhelming for me, I don’t mean to insult you or tell you what to do or not do with your body when you've been here much longer than me... Forgive me, okay?”

When was the last time I asked a woman for forgiveness?

When was it even the first?

"Okay,” she murmured hugging me again.

Making me feel her wet and cold chest against mine.

Her perky nipples stabbing into my chest, though I doubted it was out of desire rather than the cold of the water and the cave.

In fact, I did not believe that this girl knew what happened between a man and a woman, feeling so comfortable in my arms being the way she was.

“Have you finished cleaning?”

"Yes,” she whispered without moving away, making me even more nervous than I already was.

"Well, how about you go get dressed and I stay here showering? So you have a little privacy and so do I...”

"Okay,” she answered, separating and going to the pool through which she entered, "I understand that privacy is important to you."

You can bet on it...

“I say it for you, not for me,” I remarked lying.

“I've had twelve years of privacy, Alex. Don't you think that has been enough?”

But instead of waiting for my answer, she jumped into the water and disappeared from my sight.

And I was about to have a neurotic breakdown, I took off my pants and boxers and got under the stream of water.

Surprisingly, Abigail had personal hygiene products there; this really was her bathroom, it had strawberry scented soap, shampoo and conditioner. Obviously, I omitted the latter.

Like I omitted my painful, overexcited cock. I preferred to ignore it than do something about it condition. Mainly because it did not feel fair, when the image of a certain totally innocent girl, was the one with which I would jacked.

So taking my time to calm down and focus on the cold water and not the feeling of having Abigail in my arms, I took a thorough shower, which stopped me from continuing under the relaxing stream, it was my guts complaining about the meager food I had eaten earlier today.

So I got ready to get dressed again and get out of that natural bath, noticing when I was outside, that it was already getting dark and the temperature was starting to drop.

I was surrounding the house, when I noticed that there was a fire made a few meters away and that the owner of all my thoughts was sitting right in front of it.

Not caring that it was getting dark, that it was starting to get cold and I was carrying my wet clothes, I walked up to her and sat next to her.

"Hi,” I said trying to sound cool.

"Hi,” she murmured without taking her eyes off the fire.

I noticed that she was fully dressed, wearing sweatpants and a dark sweater, apparently all men's.

“Are there more clothes like that?” I asked interested.

"I left you some clothes on the bed that I think you can wear,” she said.

“Won't you see my face while we talk?”

"I don't want you to remind me that you need privacy,” she replied, "So no, I won't see you."

"That wasn't what I meant, Abbie.” I brought my hand up and took hers gently, thinking of a concise answer, but she just pulled away from my touch.

"I'll go see Peter and the rest,” she commented, getting up, "I'll leave you to dress in peace...”

“Who is Peter?” I asked confused.

“I have chickens and hens, and Peter is the leader of the group.”

“Chickens!” I exclaimed in surprise, "Do you have chickens in this place and have you made me starve on purpose?"

“Do you intend to eat the only friends I have?” She asked stopping in her tracks, still with her back to me.

“What? Uh... no, no!” I said, when I really did want to. "I was just asking...”

"If you're so hungry,” she began to say, "At home are some fishing rods and everything you need to calm your hunger."

“Abbie, wait” I ran towards her, taking her arm to wait for me “You're upset and I don't know why, but I'd like you to tell me and so...”

"My name to Abigail,” she interrupted, pulling away, "Remember it."

And she left.

She left me stunned by her reply and her attitude.

But above all, I was more surprised by my submissive attitude towards that girl.

If it had been someone else, I would have put her in her place with some acid comment from me, but with Abbie... Abigail, I felt incapable of doing something like that.

Maybe it was because she reminded me of Maggie, my seven-year-old niece and that she was the only weakness I had, other than Mark's daughters, of course. I wanted to think that was what was happening, but deep inside me, I knew that wasn’t what was happening.

I had made Abigail upset with my comment on privacy without really explaining myself, thanks to the excitement that had invaded me as soon as I saw her naked.

I also knew that this would never happen again, that is, seeing her naked again. And not because of my stupid explanation had worked, since that girl did not suffer from any modesty, but because of me and the fact that I could not be near her without my lustful senses being put to the maximum.

And that we had barely been together less than a day, so I did not know what would happen in the next few days.

I hoped Pierre would hurry to find me.

Although that wasn’t what worried me, since I knew that sooner or later, they would do it, but what I would do when that happened.

Would Abigail want to come with me on her own? Or would I have to use brute force to take her with me?

Because of something I was sure, now that I had found that girl, it was impossible for me to abandon her.

I think I'm screwed...