Cassie was feeling cold as ice again, so there was nothing I could do but lay against her, spooning her from behind and wrapping my arms around her freezing shivering body. Luckily, she warmed up pretty quickly.
A moment later, the even pace of her breaths told me that she was deep asleep and here I was, getting all excited about laying against this beautiful woman. How could she think she wasn't gorgeous? I bet it was because of that asshole ex of hers. Fuck, I hated guys like that.
And seriously, what kind of a dumbass would cheat on a gem like Cassie? She was the total package. His loss, if you asked me.
She wiggled in my arms, turned around, and laid her face against my chest. Her cheeks felt cold but her breath fanning against my neck felt so hot.
I thought back about what had happened earlier tonight. Was it me, or had we shared a moment? If the thunder wouldn't have ruined it, I might have kissed her because God knows I wanted to.
It wasn't a lie when I'd told her that I was quite popular with girls, but the truth also was that I never proceeded to go past second base with any of them. Cause you see, I didn't always look like this. I'm nineteen now, and quite tall, broad, and muscular, but a few years ago, no girl paid attention to me whatsoever. I was one of those guys that started to mature at a later age. So while some men were quite the hunk at sixteen, I still had a lot of growing to do. I was short and had chicken legs.
I bit my lip when she rubbed her hips against my dick. Fucking hell, how must I fall asleep like this?
After sleeping only a few hours, I was the first to wake up. She laid with her head on my bare chest, blonde hair flowing over my shoulders. One of her legs was resting around my hips. My hard morning dick was pressed by her thigh. Shit, I needed to leave, like, right now. I slowly pushed her off of me and tiptoed out of the cave. I needed to release myself badly as it's been a few days since I did.
I guess I just hit the record of having the fastest orgasm in the world. I was breathlessly leaning against the hard bark of a tree where I'd found some privacy to jack off. When I was done climaxing, I tugged a few times at my cock, milking it from the last beads of cum before I pulled my pants up again.
When I returned to the cave, Cassie was still asleep. I looked at her and smiled, she looked so peaceful. I really hoped that rescue would come soon so that she wouldn't have to worry anymore. But then...if rescue did come, I might never see her again. We would be taken home and that's it. That thought felt so strange and the idea was kinda painful.
We had one of the stranded suitcases already laying around in the cave while the others still laid on the beach. I grabbed the one within reach and took it with me outside.
It was locked so I had to break it open. A few busts with a large stone did the trick. Right when the thing burst open, Cassie showed up.
"Oh, you opened it? That's great!" she said. "Good morning."
I felt her hand on my back as she kneeled next to me. She kept it there too. "Morning," I answered. "Yeah, I thought let's take a look at what we can find that's still usable."
She took her hand off me when we looked into the suitcase. Her touch burned in my skin.
"Damn, this stinks," she said, smelling the content of the suitcase. It stank of dead fish and was partially still wet and full of white stains from the salt of the ocean water. She started picking out a bunch of wet clothes and dropped them on the ground. I almost gagged at the stench.
After removing some more useless stuff, we found a toilet bag with some good things.
"Oh, look, tweezers!" Cassie was enthusiastic.
"Yeah, That'll come in handy for splinters and such," I replied.
There was also a nail clipper and a hairbrush that had survived the ocean, and two bottles of shampoo that were half full.
"Oh, my God, I'm gonna wash my hair today!" Cassie said.
"Cassie...?" I started.
"Yeah?"
"I just hit the jackpot," I then announced, looking into another toilet dropped them on the ground. I almost gagged at the stench.
After removing some more useless stuff, we found a toilet bag I'd found. Inside were a couple of toothbrushes, unused, still wrapped in their original plastic, and a tube of toothpaste.
"Tell me what you got!" she cried out and tried to snatch the toilet bag out of my hands.
I didn't let her. "Tada!" I yelled, taking out my treasures.
"OH MY GOD! Max, this is exactly what I needed. I just need to brush my teeth so badly!"
"Me too." I laughed.
"No for reals, I can feel fur growing on there."
"Ew, Cas."
She looked at me, smiling.
She was so gorgeous when she smiled. There was no fur on her teeth at all. They were still pearly white in my eyes.
"What?" I asked, wondering why she spoiled me with that smile.
"It's the first time you called me Cas instead of Cassie."
"Haha, so?"
"I don't know. Usually, only close friends call me that. But it's good, I feel you are a close friend as well."
"Yeah?" I asked. It was nice she called me a close friend, although it made me wonder if that was what I wanted to be.
"Yeah." She said with a nod. "What do your close friends call you?"
"Well, just Max. I mean the name is only three letters," I answered.
"Well..." She snatched one of the toothbrushes out of my hands and I let her this time. "Then I shall call you Maxy."
"No way."
She laughed and tore open her package while I ripped open mine. We straight away started brushing. When I was done, I could honestly say that my teeth had never felt this clean.
"You think we can use these clothes too?" I asked, looking at the pile of wet stinking mess. "I could try to wash the salty seawater out of them?" I knew how much she hated the fact that she was walking around in the same outfit for days already. Honestly, I could use another pair of boxers around my sweaty balls as well.
"Actually..." She started. "I was thinking of just taking my clothes off. I mean, it's just you and me and I swear, being naked around a stranger will feel quite normal after a few minutes. I often went to the spa when I lived in Europe for a while and there the people always walked around buck-naked, men and women together. The first time I visited that place, I was so ashamed, but my shame quickly ebbed away."
She just kept talking, not paying attention to how I was looking at her with an open mouth and eyes large as saucers.
Her naked? Me naked? Us naked?!
"I mean what do you say about it?" she continued. "I really want these gross clothes off. We can wear them if we walk in the sun for protection if that's necessary, but I don't want to wear this the whole day. It smells bad and there is sand everywhere. I just wanna be able to swim in the lake and let the sun airdry me afterward, you know?""...?"
"Yeah! Think about it, man. No more washing, no more stinking of dead tuna fish. What do you say about it, Max?" She stood up while I remained kneeled, her crotch at my eye level. "Anyway, I'm going to do it. You should suit yourself. In my eyes, there is literally nothing convenient about walking with clothes on a deserted island." She dropped her pants to the ground and stood before me in her underwear and shirt. A small pair of black lace panties. My throat got dry as the desert. "It's liberating, really," she said, kicking the pants from her feet. "A feeling of freedom!" She then took off her shirt, exposing her naked breasts to me.
Even though I'd seen them before, they again stole my breath away. They were so beautiful and hot. They were round and firm. Her nipples were swollen.
How could I walk around naked beside her? What if I would get a boner? Or wouldn't that happen cause I would feel too awkward? But what if it did?!
"Nothing is better than walking around naked, letting it all hang, and feel the breeze against your skin instead of sandy, chafing, wet, foul-smelling fabric that sticks to your body." She then pushed down her panties and stood before me wearing only a smile.
Her pussy, undoubtedly once shaved, was now, after a few days on the island, showing the tiniest trimmed blond hairs that shone in the sunlight like honey. She stood only an arm's length away from me while I still sat down on the ground, eyeing her femininity like a kid eyeballs sweets in a candy store.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT.