Cara McKay
I can't believe he had walked in on me feeling myself. How much had he seen? How much did he hear? Arrrrrgh!
I felt like pushing a knife through the asshole in front of me. He was enjoying taunting me with his stupid wide grin. Twice he had stopped halfway and cast a grin my way then he had continued leading the way without saying a word. Annoying piece of shit!
The jungle wasn't as bad as I thought initially and so far we had not encountered any deadly predators; yet. We hadn't been ambushed by a native tribe of man-eaters; yet. So far so good it was going smoothly. We had even found a cleared path that was sure to lead us somewhere. I just prayed it wasn't into the belly of man or beast.
He stopped quickly as if he had come in contact with an invisible wall. Fear gripped my toes as I stiffened going fully alert. He sniffed the air. Weird. He turned and sniffed some more in my direction.
"Why do you smell like Tony?" he asked, still sniffing some more.
"Who now?" I asked puzzled. I didn't understand a word he had just said. I'm not sure I'll ever understand even if he explained himself.
"Tony. Tony Finnegan. His scent is strong on you." He looked at me, raising a brow. "You didn't eat him did you?"
That was when it hit me. The cargo pants. Obviously, he knew the owner. I wondered if he also knew his buddy Tony kept a dolly. I smiled wickedly to myself, gesturing for him to keep walking.
His short blonde hair was a mess. Maybe even worse than mine yet somehow it only made him look more handsome. Dangerously handsome. The dimples on his face were deep enough to catch bug mid-air. Even without the chiseled chin and delicate mouth he'd still look handsome. What was I thinking?!
Immediately, I expelled the thought from my mind. I'm supposed to hate this walking, talking, breathing douchebag not secretly admire his good looks and amazing smile. I let my mind dwell on all the reasons I hated him.
He had managed to make my History class unbearable. I would have dropped it if I could but I needed it if I was going to have any shot at becoming a world-renowned archeologist. That wasn't the only reason for my hatred. Let's back up a little. We had gone to the same high school together. He had always been a rich popular jerk. I was always one of the victims of his countless pranks. He had forgotten but I couldn't. I remember everything and I had been carefully plotting my revenge. That was one of the reasons I had agreed to follow Donna after her insistent pleading. When she said the name Zayn Dawson, I knew what needed to be done. My plan had been to dose his cake with laxative pills and watch as he shit himself stupid. Him and his crew. That was something worth getting on camera.
Suddenly it hit me. With the destruction of my initial plan came the birth of a new more sinister plan. A smile touched my lips and turned my eyes dark.
"So any reason why you hate me so much?" he asked casually, paying more attention to the task ahead of us.
"Well, now that I think about it maybe I just don't like your stupid face," I fired back casually too.
He smiled to himself at my response but I saw it. The cocky bastard.
From the Caribbean shirt he wore I could see glimpses of his ripped muscles. Subtle but tight. Instinctively I switched my attention to the grassy path. Don't want to step on a bear trap or a landmine. My eyes leveled, his biceps bulged carelessly as he walked. I resumed my lookout for landmines I knew weren't there.
I had no idea he had stopped walking till I bumped into him heavily, almost snapping my neck. He was solid.
"Is this your attempt at killing me?!" I yelled voicelessly. He had managed to knock the air out of my lungs. I felt like I had just been hit by a wrecking ball. His shadow swallowed me whole, making me feel tiny. I stood tall letting my massive breasts expand to their full size. He stepped back two paces, intimidated.
"Yo. . . chill. I'm sorry." He looked like he was sorry. He better be. "I just need to rest," he added.
"Rest? What about the rain coming?" I asked, concerned. Getting wet wasn't something I was looking forward to.
He laughed hard, grabbing at his side. I just stared stupidly at the fool. When he was done, he gave my shoulder a slight tap saying, "It's not gonna rain. You need to relax more. Chill, Books."
My face turned a bright red. I was so close to him and busting his nose felt like the right thing to do at the moment but I relaxed instead. I won't let him make me ruin this new plan.
"Okay, boss," I forced myself to reply after a while trying to gain control. We found a spot in the jungle where we camped with big leaves and twigs. It felt comfortable enough. I was sharpening my plan when sleep kissed my temple.
CaraThe first few drops made me jump fully alert. He was up already looking at me grudgingly. I couldn't help but look smug. I knew he was expecting the, 'I told you so'. Instead, I just kept the smug look fired at him full throttle. The last thing I'd want was to be seen as predictable. He looked away trying to hide his shame.The rain tore ferociously hammering down at us. It got so heavy fast. I was having trouble standing as the ground got slippery. Twice I almost landed on my ass. Mud had formed where we stood. He looked like he was enjoying the rain and the bonus of my misery. My sandals had little hope of surviving the island but I watched as the mud and rain washed away every hope.He looked at me screaming something. I tried to listen but the sound of the heavy drops slamming hard on the wet earth made it highly impossible. I gestured for him to repeat and he did. I didn't get anything at all. I threw my hands out in defeat. I could barely see him as m
Zayn DawsonShe was still laughing at what I had just said. Her reaction was something I expected. She didn't even notice she was no longer shielding her amazingly hot boobs from my burning gaze. I stared at them pretending to be hurt by her insistent laughter. Sucker!It took some time before she noticed the error of her ways and folded her arms once more. My groin throbbed badly. It felt heavy; painfully heavy. This impossibly stunning nerd would be my end before we found the inhabitants of the stupid island."Can we continue our journey?" I asked in an attempt to distract myself."You sound like I have a choice. Lead the way.""Someone loves me, you know. A lot of 'someone’,” I threw back at her as I resumed on the wet path."Well, not this someone." She laid down with a pout, her voice childlike.We walked for a while. My mind was busy the whole way. I couldn't remember the last time
Cara McKayHis hand moved carelessly on my body touching every curve as if he owned it. His touch turned my body to hot coal, setting me aflame instantly. I wanted more so I arched my spine, thrusting my thick heavy breasts towards his wet lips. He looked directly at me; his steel-blue eyes burning with a passion I knew would surely consume me if I dared to touch it. His hands moved to take mine pulling both of them behind me. He held them there with one strong steady hand while his other hand released my left breast from the cover of my satin dress. The breast struggled before finally jumping out into his cold strong hand. He squeezed hard making my captured hands tremble. A soft purr escaped from somewhere deep within me. My breathing was coming out in ragged gasps. He held my escaped breast firm in his hand and I was so lost in the moment I couldn’t tell if it was my left or right titty. His mouth moved
My cheeks went rosy. He eyed me suspiciously.“Did I imagine it or were you moaning in your dream?” he asked with a cheeky dimpled smile.I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t answer. I had been dreaming about him doing things to my body that defied the laws of both physics and life itself. How can I hate him so much and still have such vivid dreams about him? Was I slowly getting mad? Maybe I had drunk too much seawater during the wreck.He stood above me waiting for my reply. I just got up and shoved him out of my way. I walked past him away from the hut.Manuel was there waiting. Manuel was the man he had talked to when we emerged from the jungle. He had explained the island was called “Ementiti Loco” and currently it had fifteen inhabitants. Plus Zayn and I made it seventeen. But Zayn had rudely explained to him that they weren’t going to be there long. If you asked me, I didn’t mind living on the island for t
Zayn DawsonI finally felt more human after the shower. It wasn't hot but it worked regardless. My short blonde hair tousled freely. My face was already having stubbles which gave me a wild dark look, one I was sure the ladies would definitely like.The history geek had been giving me a hard time with her subtle seductions. Then there was that one time she had full-on seduced me. I was sure now I hadn't imagined it. It had happened and she had been deliberate about it. Why would someone that hates me try to seduce me? I still didn't know her name.A thought crossed my mind and I smiled at the idea. I jumped off the bed she had just vacated, determined to take a well-needed stroll around. If I was going to be here for some days then I might as well get acquainted with the locals.***A bottle of liquid stood on an empty table. A set of acrylic dentures rested effortlessly inside. The liquid vibrated silently sending gentle
I looked up to see a curvy young blonde girl with big eyes. She walked up to the mattress smiling. I had no idea what was happening till I looked down and saw the welcoming look on the face of mama dearest. She was inviting her daughter to join the show. Unbelievable but I wasn't complaining.The girl stood above us and slithered out of her dress that had no definite color anymore. Like her mother, her thick breasts swallowed a huge portion of her chest leaving no space for oxygen. It was hard to believe these were natural titties. She was the younger 25year old version of her mom.She moved down slowly, dropping to the foot of the mattress. I retreated from her mother creating room for the latest addition.The girl moved closer to her mom taking her blonde hair in one pull and yanking her backward baring the older woman's breasts. She sucked them savagely making me gape in disbelief.It was only later I found out they were sisters.The older woman
Cara McKayThe image was still fresh in my mind. Zayn was there completely naked with two fake blondes both completely naked. It looked like they had just screwed their brains out. At first, I had been shocked but a weird feeling had overcome me. The feeling felt like jealousy. Only stronger. I doubted it. Why would I be jealous? Zayn meant nothing to me. He was just the target of my evil plan. I was going to make him go down on his knees begging.The morning sun came down in tiny beams thanks to the protection of the giant jungle trees.Manuel had given me a tour that morning of the settlement. They had electricity and cable. There was even a spa and a resort. They had modern facilities. He explained that most of the inhabitants just chose to live jungle-themed lives. Some of them rarely took baths or made use of the cable. According to them, they wanted to be one with nature. That took lead on the weirdest fucked up shit I've ever heard but I just smiled at him and
Zayn DawsonThat morning I was feeling so good about myself. I had slept like a baby. Good sex had that effect on me. The history geek had avoided me the whole time which I found amusing. She was a shy one. If I hadn't caught her touching herself on the rocks, I'd think she was a virgin or something. That morning I had nothing better to do than to lay lazily on the bed they had given me. An actual bed not the piece of crap in the hut of the blonde sisters.A thought crossed my mind.I walked out of the hut stretching. The place looked deserted but I knew better. The inhabitants of this crazy island must be inside sleeping away their meaningless lives. It was sad.The history geek was nowhere to be found. I was just about to give up the search when I saw Manuel storming into his hut. Behind him was the girl I had been searching for. She was cheerful and immediately I understood what had happened."Lemme guess. Tiny dick?" I said to her while I gestured to Man