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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Twenty-Three   Caitlyn slept through most of the day after her
early-morning arrival.  Iain hardly left the bed chamber he had chosen for
the two of them.  They did come in the kitchen, hand in hand, for lunch,
wearing loincloths, but she had on a loose chemise under hers.  She was
quiet and wouldn't leave his side.  We put the food on the table and Iain
served her plate.  She ate and talked very little.  After lunch she wanted
to sleep some more so the two of them disappeared again.

   She was a little more alert and friendly at dinner.  Afterwards we sat
at the dining table and talked for a while, Caitlyn and Iain on one side,
James, Anna and me on the other.  Caitlyn held Iain's hand and still had
very little to say.  At one point, she leaned over and whispered something
in Iain's ear.

   "Aimee, is it dark outside yet?" he asked.

   "Yes, Iain, the earth's rotation has caused the sun to sink below the
horizon," she answered.  "The sky is dark except for stars.  The partial
moon will not rise for over an hour.  Does that meet your definition of
dark?"

   "Yes, it does, smart aleck," he said.  "Caitlyn wants me to sing to her
tonight but I want you to play something first.  Do you have Belle Nuit
from The Tales of Hoffman by Offenbach.  Maybe it's called O Nuit d'Amour."

   "Yes, Iain, I like to display my knowledge," Aimee responded.  "And yes,
I have the Barcarolle by Offenbach."

   James looked at me and I knew he was asking me to translate.  Anna beat
me to it.

   "It means Beautiful Night or Night of Love, James," she said.

   I wondered what Iain was going to do during his night of love.  Aimee
and Anna and I had talked to him during the day and he seemed to understand
that he couldn't make love to Caitlyn completely, that he could not take a
chance on getting her pregnant.  He even grinned at us and said maybe he
could convince her to do something else now.  All I could do was just what
he said: trust him."

   Iain and Caitlyn climbed to the fourth level of the terrace and the rest
of us stopped on the level just below.  Looking up, all I could see was
their outlines against the stars of the night sky.  We all stood there
while Aimee played the Barcarolle and then Iain held both of Caitlyn's
hands in his while he sang to her: When Irish Eyes are Smiling.  I was
moved by the beauty of the piece Aimee played but I was struck speechless
by the beauty of Iain's pure tenor voice.  From the way Anna squeezed my
hand, I knew she was moved just as much.  I looked over and I could just
see James holding her other hand.  His mouth was hanging open.

   "Aimee, can you hear me?" Iain asked.

   "Yes, Iain, I hear you," she answered.

   "Do you have a waltz called Un Rêve d'Amour?" Iain asked.

   "Of course I do," she answered.  "You gave me the name of the waltz in
English and I translated it to French for you so you could name it."

   "Would you play it please?" he asked.

   She played the waltz.  I could barely see Iain and Caitlyn but I could
tell he was holding her as though they were waltzing, swaying but standing
in place.  The highest level of the terrace was too small for any dancing.
The waltz was slow and sensuous and as beautiful as any I'd ever heard.

   Iain said thank you to Aimee and then held Caitlyn's hand as they came
back down the steps to our level.

   "Well, what was the English title?" James asked.

   "A Dream of Love," Iain told him.  "It's sometimes attributed to Strauss
but the composer is unknown.  Did you like it?"

   "Yeah, it was beautiful."

   We climbed down another level to the largest terrace and started for the
door to our home.

   "Tell him who composed it, Iain," Caitlyn said.

   "Nobody knows, Caitlyn," he answered.  "I told you that."

   "Well, I know who composed it," she said.  "You did.  You played it for
me not long after we met.  Why don't you want them to know?"

   I knew Iain had real musical talents but I found it hard to believe he
had composed a beautiful waltz at his age.  Perhaps he had told her that to
impress her.  It wouldn't be the first time a young man had lied to a young
girl.

   "Did you really compose it, Iain?" I asked, as we were going in the big
front doors.

   He stopped, looked at me, and I knew he was going to tell the truth.

   "Yes, I did, David," he said, earnestly, "I composed it a couple of
years ago when I was archiving the works of Strauss to give them to Aimee.
I wanted to see if I could fool people into believing it was his.  I
succeeded.  I've composed quite a few short pieces."

   "He was playing it too," Caitlyn said.  "He showed me the thing he
played it on and said he played four tracks and then put them together.  I
think the tracks were a violin, a cello, a harp, and a...something else."

   "Shit.  I can play a something else," James muttered.

   "Why didn't you claim it?" Anna asked.  "It's beautiful."

   "My parents wouldn't let me and I understood why," he explained.  "They
said they didn't want to draw attention to our location in Ireland and what
they were planning to do.  James, can you dance?"

   "Huh?  No.  Moneyhand said dancing was evil but I didn't believe that
either."

   "I'd like to teach Caitlyn to dance and maybe we could teach you too.  I
think David and Anna already know how."

   "If you want us to dance to a waltz, you'd better include us in your
dancing class too," Anna said.

   "If I start a class in different types of dancing, would you all
participate?" Iain asked.

   "Yes, we will," I said.  "And James will too if he knows what's good for
him."

   We went down the central hallway and Iain and Caitlyn, without a word,
went to their bed chamber.  I silently wished them well.  He had said trust
me and I knew that was all we could do.

   When Anna held out her hand to me, I took it and we started to bed too.
Then I thought of James.  I stopped and, when Anna looked at me, I nodded
toward James.

   "Would you like to show him a night of love too?" I asked.  She smiled
at me, nodded, and held out her other hand to him.  He came running,
grinning, showing on his face that he was happy to be with me and Anna.

   No one was in a hurry.  We crawled into the alcove in our bed chamber
without a word being said aloud, only occasional whispers.  We played
quietly and gently with each other, occasionally two of us doing something
with the third, intermittently each of us doing something with someone
else, sometimes one doing something to someone else while the third watched
and grinned and masturbated.

   The longer we played together, the more energetic we became in our
activities.  I could hear Anna and James audibly breathing and I was doing
the same thing.  Each time I made body contact with one of them, I felt the
stickiness of sweat between our naked skins.  I also felt with increasing
urgency the need to stop playing and to start seeking the release of an
orgasm.  After a while I began to reflect on what we were doing.

   I was flat on my back, in the position Anna had told me to assume. 
James was straddling my chest, leaned over with his hands on the wall, his
penis in my mouth, fucking my mouth slowly and gently, his balls bumping
against my chin.  I had some fingers around his penis so he couldn't shove
it in too far and gag me.  Anna was lying beside us, one hand playing with
my penis and testicles, occasionally stroking my erection, occasionally
using her fingers between her legs, watching James fucking my mouth,
smiling, satisfied, I suppose, with the results of her orchestration.  I
didn't care.  If she wanted to see him do it, I wasn't going to resist.

   Anna occasionally loved to lay spread-eagled in bed, arms to each side,
thighs apart just enough for me to enter her.  I loved her when she did
that and let me plow her furrow and then plant my seeds as deep in the
earth-mother as I could.  Sometimes she made me her prisoner with her
ankles locked over my ass and her arms tightly around my chest.  I loved
that too.  Occasionally she wanted it pure animal, as she called it, with
her on her knees and me behind her shoving every inch of my penis into her.
I loved to do it that way too.  Sometimes she wanted to be on top, riding
me, while I played dead.  I even liked that unless she got too wild and
threatened to break my penis off at the root.  I loved to make love with
her in every way possible and I loved her when she orchestrated our
positions.

   But James fucking me in the mouth was different.  I thought about why I
was letting him do it.  Did I like it?  I certainly didn't feel like a
homosexual.  Did I do it just to please her?  I'd do almost anything to
please her.  Did I do it because I knew somebody would then reciprocate and
let me fuck them in the mouth?  Of course I wanted that too.  Did I do it
because it reminded me of the occasions when I was a teenager and had done
the same thing with a buddy?

   I remembered vividly doing the same sort of things with buddies when I
was a kid.  I never felt like I was a homosexual then.  It wasn't homo or
hetero; it was just sex, sex to find relief from the insistent urgings of
my burgeoning sexuality.  I sometimes thought my penis was a separate
individual then, insisting on something, anything, to give it relief from
congested tubes and glands and whatever.  It was all new to me and so
damned insistent that I masturbated at least twice every day and my penis
was always sore and never quite satisfied.

   I was just about as horny now.  Since coming to this strange new world,
my body had constantly pressured me by wanting sexual relief.  I had found
some release with first Iain and then James and Iain together and then the
three of us and Anna.  But I could still have a few orgasms one day and be
so horny the next that I found it difficult to think about anything else.

   I knew James was just thirteen, no, fourteen, if his calculations about
his birthday were correct.  What sort of twenty-six year old man had sex
with a young boy just fourteen, just about half his age?  I wasn't ashamed
of it.  He seemed to need it just as much as I did.  And Iain, eighteen
years old, was just as horny as James and I were.  I didn't regret that the
three of us had slowly drifted into sexual play with each other.  I was
glad that Anna had not disapproved of what we had done when she arrived.  I
was pleased when she occasionally played with us herself and seemed really
to enjoy it.  I suppose it was a wonderful and satisfying arrangement for
all of us.

   Anna moved around on the bed, kneed my legs apart, knelt between them,
and I knew what she was about to do.  She wrapped one hand around the shaft
of my penis, took the head in her mouth, and cupped the other hand under my
testicles.  She started sucking and stroking gently, not trying to make me
come, just enough to keep me wanting.  After a moment, I reached down, put
my hands on her shoulders to hold her still, and started lifting my hips,
fucking up into her mouth while James was fucking down into my mouth.

   She let me do it for a short while and then I was surprised when she
crawled out of bed, stood up, and held out both hands to James and to me. I
didn't question why.  I crawled out and took her hand.  James followed.

   When she made me sit down on the side of the bed, I had no idea what she
wanted this time.  She grinned and pushed me back so that I was lying on
the bed, legs bent, feet on the floor.  She pushed my legs apart, took my
penis in her hand, held it straight up, and nodded her head like she was
pleased with it.  She grabbed two pillows, gave me one to put under my
head, and put the other on the floor between my spread legs.  Was I about
to get a blow-job?

   Then she pushed James so he was standing in front of me, pointed down at
the pillow, put her hands on his shoulders, and pushed.  He understood and
dropped to his knees.  A blow-job from James?  I would prefer something
else but I would do it her way.

   James leaned forward and took my penis in his hand but Anna slapped his
arm and shook her head no.  She crawled back in bed and straddled me, with
her derriere toward my face and her knees bent back.  This was new.  I had
no idea what she wanted.  She lifted up, positioned the head of my penis
where she wanted it, and slowly worked her way down on it until her butt
was on my stomach and I couldn't see what was happening.  She leaned back,
rested her hands on her ankles, and said her first words: "Eat me."

   Eat me?  That didn't sound like Anna.  She was not usually crude or
vulgar but she was usually straight-forward in saying what she wanted.  I
knew what she wanted but did James?

   Anna turned loose of her ankles and extended her arms in front of her. I
leaned to one side and saw one of her hands on the side of James' head. 
She pulled her arms back and I knew she was guiding James head to where she
wanted it.  I waited and after a moment I felt his tongue touch the shaft
of my penis and I knew he was licking her clitoris or at least trying to,
while part of my penis was in her vagina.  I wrapped both arms around
Anna's hips, reached down and felt her soft mound, reached further, and
pulled up and to each side.  I couldn't see but I hoped that brought her
clitoris out of hiding so James' tongue could find it.

   She leaned back and put her hands back on her ankles again.  James
couldn't resist his mischief.  He slid one hand back between my legs and
probed with one finger for my asshole.  He pushed just enough to make me
squirm and then withdrew and lifted my testicles.

   Then I felt his tongue lick me from behind my testicles, over them, up
the exposed part of my penis, and, I assumed, over Anna's clitoris.  I
relaxed and he continued licking around my penis and, I knew, licking the
lips to Anna's pussy, all the way up to her clitoris.  After a minute or
so, Anna lifted her rear slightly and told me what she wanted.

   "Fuck up, easy," she grunted.

   I put my hands on her hips and fucked up, easy.  Then, for a while,
James and I alternated, me fucking up for a moment, then me holding still
with my penis in her and him eating her.  I wasn't surprised when I felt
the muscles in her vagina begin to squeeze and relax.  She groaned loud
enough so that her climax was unmistakable.

   She sat there frozen for a moment and then went wild, pushing me,
jerking on James's arm, whispering instructions.  When she finished
orchestrating us, James was in my previous position, flat on his back, bent
legs hanging off the bed.  I was kneeling on the pillow between James
spread legs.  She quickly mounted him, swallowed his penis with her vagina,
and looked at me.  I knew what she wanted me to do so I did it.

   James didn't have to be told to fuck up.  When she lifted her hips
slightly, he pistoned in and out for a moment.  When she settled down, I
ate her.  After a minute or so, James was fucking up when his body decided
it had enough.  He went wild too, stabbing upward into her repeatedly and
then freezing, and I knew he was coming.  I watched where they were joined
and saw a little drool of white semen ooze out of her and run down the
shaft of his penis.  When she said "Eat me," again, I took a deep breath
and did my best.

   She started moaning again and then decided she wanted something
different.  She rolled off James, lay down beside him, and lifted and
spread her legs.  Within a second, I was between them.  She guided my penis
where she wanted it and I quickly began to shove every inch into her.  I
knew I wasn't going to last long.  I was too hot and aroused.  Then I froze
with my penis deep inside her while my balls emptied themselves into her.
She went wild again and started thrusting up against me and moaning like a
crazy women.  I felt her pussy begin its squeezing routine and I marveled
that she could come again so soon.

   I stayed on top of her until both our bodies were finished and then I
rolled off to the side.  James was on one side of her and I was on the
other and all three of us were gasping for breath.

   "I'm fucked," she barely whispered.

   "Yeah, me too," James whispered.

   I had to say it.  "Yeah, me too, I'm fucked.  Good fucked."

   <><><>

   A little after midnight, I was awakened by James crawling over me.  I
grunted and he whispered "Gotta go pee." I decided I might as well go too
so I whispered back, "Me too," and started to get out of bed.  Behind me, I
heard Anna whisper, "Wait for me," and I held her hand to help her out of
bed.

   I had asked Aimee to keep the lights on very dim at night in our bed
chamber.  When I turned around, I saw James standing there holding out his
hand to Anna too.  Hand in hand in hand we went across the hallway to the
toilet.

   When we returned to our bedroom, I waited for Anna to crawl in first,
then James, and then me.  James was spooned up to Anna this time and I was
behind him, my right leg over his left, my hand on his shoulder. 
Unconsciously, I suppose, I moved my hand upward, felt his soft fine hair,
and stroked it gently a few times.

   "David, can I say something to you and Anna?" he whispered.

   Anna and I both grunted, "Uh huh," at the same time.

   "I just want to thank both of you for loving me," he said.  "I wish you
could know how I feel, me spooned up to Anna with my hand on her breast,
you spooned up to my butt, your big dick in the crack of my ass, you
stroking my hair.  I really feel like both of you love me.  I wish I didn't
need to feel like somebody loves me so bad but it's so good to be here in
bed with both of you.  I don't mean the sex.  I mean just being held and
loved by both of you.  Anyway, I thank you.  I'll try to grow up to be
worth your love."

   "James, everybody needs to feel loved," I said.  "Don't wish you didn't
need it.  I need it too."

   "Me too," Anna whispered.  "I'm glad I found David and I know he loves
me."

   "Maybe we ought to do this once in a while," James said.  "I don't mean
sex.  I don't mean me necessarily.  Maybe we should start a custom of
inviting somebody to sleep with us.  I liked sleeping with Iain.  Now that
he's got Caitlyn, I thought I'd have to sleep alone.  I didn't expect you
two to invite me to your bed.  But I'm glad you did.  So I thank both of
you again for loving me."

   "James, shut up and go to sleep before you make me cry," Anna said.

   "Me too," I said.

   <><><>

   On the third day after Caitlyn's arrival, Anna and James and I made
another trip to the isthmus.  Anna had agreed with me that it would be good
to give Iain and Caitlyn a day alone together.  I could tell Iain wanted to
go too but he understood that he should spend the day with Caitlyn.

   I planned on barely venturing out on to the isthmus this time.  On my
previous trips, I had seen some oyster shells on the North sheltered side
of the isthmus.  I wanted to wade the water and see what I could find
there. I addition to our usual spears, I let James carry my knives, Anna
carried a throwing ax, and I carried a cutter mattock.  It had a long
handle and a stout head with an axe blade on one side and an adze blade on
the other.  It was an ideal tool for digging and cutting roots and I knew
it would be great for prying oysters off rocks.

   When we left, the early-morning sun was already hot with an eighth-month
intensity.  Just another summer day in paradise.  I was glad to be dressed
in just moccasins and a loin-cloth.  Anna was dressed, or undressed, the
same way but she had more clothes in her back-pack in case the sun was too
strong.  James was dressed in a loin cloth when we started but it
disappeared into his backpack on the way down.  The three of us played and
explored while going down the mountain but we were still at the isthmus
before the sun's zenith.

   I took off my loin cloth and moccasins, waded out into the water, and I
found oysters, thousands, millions of them, all over the rocks on the North
side of the isthmus.  I collected a few and then waded back out of the
water to where Anna and James were waiting.  I wanted to sample them to see
if they were as good as the ones I'd eaten in our old world.  They were
certainly bigger.

   I used my folded loin cloth to cradle the oyster while I used Little Boy
to open it.  I inspected it carefully, not really knowing how to spot any
cause for concern.  It looked perfect, certainly as good as any I'd seen in
our old world.  Grandfather had coaxed me to eat my first one and since
then I'd loved their salty taste.

   I slurped, chewed, swallowed, and savored the taste.  It was delicious,
as good as I expected it to be in the summer.  I knew that oysters would be
much better in cold months and that I would be back toward the end of the
year.  I coaxed James into trying one and he managed to get it down.  Anna
didn't want to try one.

   James wanted to help me harvest a few oysters to carry home and he would
have pried off lots more than I wanted to carry.  I stopped him when we had
about two dozen.  I wanted them carried back in the shell so they would
remain fresh until we ate them.  I wanted to try making fried oyster
po-boys if someone would make the bread.

   We ventured a little way out on the isthmus and found the shell of a
dead turtle but didn't see any signs of live ones.  We also saw signs that
pigs had been rooting in a few places.  I wondered what they found in the
sand and rocks that was edible.

   On the way back up the mountain, we stopped at the fresh-water lake for
a while.  Our bamboo raft was still floating and we poled and paddled it to
the center of the lake and had a quick swim.  Anna let James, and me, get a
good look at her naked beauty.  Neither of us got a hard-on but then the
lake water was still a little cool.

   It was just another wonderful summer day in paradise.

   <><><>

   On the fourth day after Caitlyn's arrival, James amazed me again.  The
five of us were sitting at a table after lunch when he asked me something I
had never thought of.

   "David, is there another way out of here.  I mean except going out the
front door.  Shouldn't there be a fire exit or something?"

   "I don't know, James," I said.  "Let's ask somebody who does know. 
Aimee, is there an escape route of here?"

   "Yes, David, there is," Aimee said.  "It is in the room at the end of
the hall between the bed chambers."

   "I've never seen it," I said.  "I've looked at that room thoroughly but
I didn't see a door except the one I entered."

   "It is hidden, David," Aimee said.  "I must be extremely careful in
revealing it and permitting anyone to open it.  I will give you the ability
to open it if you wish.  You can grant the others the same ability if you
wish."

   "Why is it hidden?" I asked.

   "I do not know, David," she answered.  "I was not told the reasons why
the ones who constructed this place wanted to keep it secret.  I assume it
has to do with your safety."

   "Well, I want to go through it, to see where it leads," I said.  "I'll
make the decision later whether I want the others to have the ability to
open that door.  Do I just tell you?"

   "Yes, David," she said.  "Everything here is under your control.  I must
do as you say when you pass on that control."

   The door was carefully concealed.  I thought I was looking at a blank
wall until I asked Aimee to open the door.  When I did, a seamless section
of the wall swung back and there was a door opening a couple of meters wide
in front of me.  All I could see inside was blackness.  I guessed there
would be lights if there was to be an escape exit.  I called for the lights
and walked through the door.

   I saw no light fixtures but there was enough of a glow to see.  I was in
a cave, a nature-carved cave, with an uneven floor and walls and ceiling.
There were no stalactites or stalagmites.  There was only a tunnel,
lighted, that extended and curved away.  I glanced at the rear of the door
and saw the same sort of rocks as on each side.  It was cleverly disguised
from this side.

   "David, if everyone goes through the door, I have instructions to close
it immediately without a command." Aimee said.  "Is that what you wish?"

   I walked back through the door into the hallway where the other four
were standing.  I was thinking about why Aimee would immediately close the
door once all of us had escaped.  What sort of danger could arise that
would necessitate the automatic closure of the door once we had all gone
through it.

   "Aimee, I want to explore the escape route," I said.  "I assume it leads
to an exit somewhere else on the mountain.  Is that correct?"

   "Yes, David.  There are two exits, both leading outside."

   "Would it be safe if we all went through the tunnel to outside," I
asked.

   "I cannot answer that question, David," Aimee said.  "It requires
judgment about your actions.  The tunnels were carved by natural forces. 
The floor is uneven and walking will require care."

   I was eager to explore the exit and Iain and James were just as ready.
Anna wanted to go with us and Caitlyn rather reluctantly agreed to go.  I
wasn't worried about animals in the cave since Aimee had told me there were
none which presented a danger.

   James wanted to take Lucky but I didn't want to worry about the pooch
running after something in the dark.  He put Lucky in an unused bed chamber
and asked Aimee to keep him there.  The puppy had eaten at the same time we
did and James had already taken him outside to poop.  Lucky immediately
started whining in protest.  He was already James' shadow and wanted to be
with him.

   We all dressed in what I thought might be cave-exploring attire and went
exploring.  I carried my knives, of course, but the only other thing we
carried was a spear, more for balance than for protection.  The tunnel
wandered around and up and down and I saw unlighted side tunnels but always
there were a soft glow showing us the way to go.  At one point, we came to
a split in the tunnel, both routes glowing.  I chose the right side and we
wandered father.  After what I guessed might be close to an hour, I saw the
glow of natural light ahead.  We exited the cave in a little ravine with a
small stream dashing downhill.

   We explored the ravine and the surrounding forest for a few minutes but
none of us knew where we were on the mountain.  I decided to go back the
same way we had come.  In time, we came back to the door to our living
quarters, still open.  We were all muddy from the waist down and dirty
everywhere else.  We let Anna and Caitlyn shower first while Iain and James
and I played with an ecstatic puppy.  Eventually the two chemise-covered
females came back out of the bathing chamber.

   I suppose it was just another fine day in paradise but the fact that
there was a back door to serve as an emergency exit from our living
quarters gave me a lot to think about.  What sort of emergencies had the
builders of our quarters anticipated?

   <><><>

   "Last night after dinner, I called for this conference to begin after
breakfast this morning," I said.  "It's the first of many I expect we'll
have.  Thank you all for coming."

   We were meeting on the fifth day after Caitlyn's arrival.  It was
evident from two unhappy faces that there was a problem and I knew we had
to address it.

   "Aimee, are you listening?" I asked.

   "Of course, David," she answered.  "I always listen unless I am
instructed to give you privacy."

   "I would like Aimee to participate in all conferences we hold," I said.
"With her knowledge, she can be of much assistance any time we have a
problem.  Does each of you consent?"

   I saw four nodding heads and I knew Aimee was aware of their actions.

   I noticed James had his hand up.  He was looking at Iain and Caitlyn,
sitting side by side at the table.  As usual, James was sitting on one side
of Anna and I was on the other, opposite Iain.  We were all dressed in only
a loin cloth except for Caitlyn.  As usual she was wearing a long chemise
under her loin-cloth.

   "Yes, James," I said.

   "May I say something before we get started and then I'm probably going
to keep my mouth shut?"

   I nodded and he began.

   "I just want to say to everybody that I'm the happiest I've ever been in
my life.  I never felt loved and cared for before I came here and now I do.
I've even got a puppy to love me.  When I came here, I was sick...I mean,
really sick and I peed and pooped and puked all over Aimee's chair.  David
and Iain took care of me.  David took me to the shower and bathed me and he
was so kind and gentle with me.  Then he cleaned up the mess I'd made.  I
don't remember all this but Iain's told me that's what he did.  I know he
was a soldier back there and he killed a bunch of men but he was so nice
and caring to me.  He's sort of like a father to me or maybe a big brother
and I love him and I know he's my friend.  He's a good man and I hope I can
grow up to be just like him."

   I wanted to get along with the conference.

   "I didn't call this conference about me, James," I said.

   "I know," he responded.  "I know why you called it.  I'll make this
relevant if you'll give me a minute."

   I nodded.

   "When we killed the bear, David shoved a spear in his chest and he was
risking his own life.  I asked him later why he did it and why he didn't
just run and he told me that his primary purpose here was to protect
everybody.  He said he would lay down his life to protect us.  I thought
about that for days afterward."

   "A man should always do his best to protect women and children, James,"
I said.

   "Yeah, I know," he said.  "But I'm not a child anymore.  I feel like I'm
a man too.  Now I want to say something about Iain.  He's also one of the
best men I've ever known.  He's just as kind and gentle and patient with me
as David is.  I feel like he's my big brother and I love him too.  When we
killed the bear, Iain and I were probably the same distance away from it.
Iain pushed me to one side and threw himself at the bear..."

   "Like a chicken on a June bug," Anna said, grinning.

   "Yeah, just like that," James said.  "He was just like David, risking
his own life to protect me and Anna.  He's another good man, Caitlyn.  He
would lay down his life to protect you.  I don't understand why you two are
so unhappy but, please, listen to David and Anna and Aimee and work it out
between you.  I just want you two to be as happy as I am.  This is a
wonderful world as far as I'm concerned.  I know David wants us all to love
each other so we can be happy and...and have a big loving family.  I guess
I'm through now."

   "Thank you, James," I said.  "I'm going to ask Anna to lead the
discussion for a while."

   Anna and I had prepared for the conference the night before.  I knew
what she was going to ask Caitlyn.

   "Aimee, what is your purpose in being here?" she asked.

   Aimee answered and it sounded like she was sitting at the table with us.

   "My primary purpose is to assist all of you in any way I can, Anna.  I
have a great deal of knowledge from which I can provide answers to your
questions.  I can also teach almost any subject you can imagine.  I also
maintain a record of your life here.  Is that a sufficient answer, Anna?"

   "Yes, Aimee.  Now I have another question for you?  If I ask you what is
the color of the sky, can you tell me it is pink?"

   "No, Anna, I must always tell you the truth when you ask me a question.
If I am to have your trust, I must always be truthful with you."

   "Thank you, Aimee," Anna said.  "Now I have a question for Caitlyn. 
Will you answer truthfully, Caitlyn?"

   She nodded.  There were tears in her eyes but she nodded yes.

   "Caitlyn, how old are you?" Anna asked.

   She didn't answer.  She looked at Iain, sitting beside her, holding her
hand.  He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it and then smiled at her.

   "I'm fifteen," she whispered.  "I'll be sixteen in four months."

   I saw Iain flinch as though he had been struck but then he regained his
composure.

   "Did you tell Iain you were older?" Anna asked.

   Caitlyn nodded and then whispered, barely audibly.  "I told him I was
seventeen, almost eighteen.  I wanted him to love me and I was afraid he
wouldn't if he knew the truth."

   Iain leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.  "I do love you, Caitlyn."

   I knew what the problem was.  The day before, James had coaxed Caitlyn
into playing with Lucky on the terrace so the rest of us, including Aimee,
could talk.  Iain had told us that he had not made love with her since she
arrived.

   "Iain hasn't made love with you since you arrived," Anna continued.  "Is
that the problem?"

   She nodded.  Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

   "That just proves Iain loves you, Caitlyn," Anna said.  "When you
arrived, David and I were both struck by how narrow your hips are.  When I
helped Aimee get your measurements, David and I had already asked her to
pay particular attention to the narrowness of your hips and to give us her
opinion on whether you would be able to give birth to a child.  We all
believe you would be at great risk in childbirth and so would the child. 
We explained that to Iain and asked him not to have unprotected sex with
you.  He agreed."

   "I know.  He told me," she whimpered.  "But he's done it before."

   "That was before you came here," Iain said.  "I didn't know then how
much danger there would be if you got pregnant.  I suppose I was stupid but
you were so beautiful and I wanted you so much.  I do love you and now I
just won't take a chance on killing you and the baby."

   "Caitlyn, when did your menses start?" Anna asked.

   "My what?"

   "When did you start having periods?"

   "I was fourteen, about a year and a half ago," she said.

   "Perhaps you're just a late bloomer, Caitlyn," Anna said.  "Aimee
doesn't have the ability to judge that and neither do I.  I was a little
late like you but when my body finally started my hips widened so much I
thought I was a freak.  I just wish more had gone to my boobs and not so
much to my butt.  But I know I can easily bear any child David and I have."

   "My mom said for me not to worry, that she didn't start until she was
fourteen too."

   "Aimee, can you tell Caitlyn what you told us?" Anna asked.

   We sat and listened while Aimee told us about the normal maturation
period for a woman's hips to widen and the problems which Caitlyn would
have with childbirth at her age.  I had asked Aimee to make sure she
included the risks of a Caesarean section if Caitlyn became pregnant.  Anna
was a nurse but had no experience with that surgical procedure.  Aimee
described the procedure in all its gory detail.

   I thought it was time I played a part.  I leaned over as close as I
could to Caitlyn.

   "Caitlyn, let me tell you about me and Anna," I said.  "There's an
animal side of me, a devil that wants to fuck every young girl or woman I
see, to spread my seeds as often and as wide as I can.  Anna has an animal
side too.  Sometimes we fuck like animals, without a mind, just animals
rutting, hot, sweaty, screwing, both of us needing each other.  Mindless
fucking is the best way to describe it.  When I come it's like my body is
emptying my balls into her.  She says it seems her cervix is gulping my
semen into her womb."

   I saw everybody looking at me intently.  Was I laying it on too thick?
The words were flowing about like I had rehearsed them in my mind.

   "But there's also another side to me, Caitlyn," I said.  "There's
something that says, `Oh, but there is love.' There's a higher part of me
that's something spiritual.  Something tells me to give my love to only one
woman, that the rewards will be more than I ever imagined.  I've given that
love to Anna, Caitlyn.  Sometimes when we make love, not fuck now, but make
love, I'll swear we fuse into one and it's wonderful.  It's glorious.  And
then when I hold her at night, whether we've made love or not, there's a
feeling of contentment from feeling her naked derriere against me, her hair
tickling my nose, the smell of her after she's showered, the feeling of her
breast in my hand, her hard little nipple in the center of my palm.  I
don't have to die to go to heaven, Caitlyn.  I'm in heaven then."

   I saw the other four still looking intently at me.  James' mouth was
open.  Anna looked like she couldn't believe what I was saying.  Iain and
Caitlyn seemed transfixed.  Had I laid it on too thick again?  I didn't
care.  It all came from my heart.

   "Caitlyn, there's another part of me that seems to have only awakened
since I've known Anna.  I don't know how to describe it except to say that
I want her.  It's not sex I'm talking about.  At least, I don't think it
is. Maybe it is.  I just want to be with her.  I want to hold her.  I want
to feel her body pressed against mine.  I want to shut my eyes and my ears
so nothing intrudes and I can feel her skin against mine.  I squirm and
wiggle and try to get closer to her.  It's like I want to merge my body
with hers so that we forever become one.  Maybe Iain feels that way about
you.  Is there anything wrong or evil about feeling that way about a woman?
Do you want to deny him the miracle of becoming one with you?  Maybe you
want to become one with him too."

   I stopped and looked around again.  Anna was looking at me and I knew I
could see the love in her eyes.  James was totally serious for once and had
nothing to say.  Caitlyn and Iain were holding hands and looking intently
at me.  No one had anything to say for a while until Anna broke the
silence.

   "Caitlyn, do you understand there's a simple solution to your problem?"
Anna asked.  "Aimee has a contraceptive pill which can prevent pregnancy.
I'm taking it now and I will until there are more women here and then I'm
going to stop.  I want to have a child with David.  I want it very much. 
You could take the pill too."

   She started audibly sobbing.  Iain pulled her head over to his shoulder
and held her.

   "Her religion teaches that it's sinful to use contraception," Iain said.
"I don't understand that but I'm not going to force a decision on her. 
I'll just keep on using my right hand."

   "Caitlyn, nobody's going to force you to do anything," Anna said.  "It
is your decision.  You must decide if you want to use contraception.  If
you do, you and Iain will be able to love each other without restraint. 
Aimee says you need to wait five days after starting to be safe.  If you
don't, I suppose he will have to use his right hand or maybe yours for the
next few years.  Is that what you want?"

   She shook her head.  I wondered when Anna was going to tell her.  We had
agreed that it should be the last straw, the last little nudge toward the
decision she had to make.

   "Caitlyn, has Iain told you that he's made love to me?" Anna asked in a
whisper.

   Caitlyn pulled back and looked at Iain.  It was evident he had not told
her.

   "He and James have both made love to me," Anna continued.  "Of course,
David does it almost every night.  A man has sexual needs that he must
satisfy somehow, Caitlyn.  If you won't help Iain, is it OK with you if I
let him make love to me occasionally?"

   Anna and I had decided on this question last night.  As much as I wanted
to avoid sexual jealously in our new world, we both had agreed that this
was one time it might be useful.  I judged that we had pushed the issue as
far as we should in this session.

   "I think we need to call this conference to a close for now," I said. 
"Caitlyn needs some time to think about what we've said.  I'd like somebody
to pick the garden and somebody else to run the rabbit snares.  Do I have
any volunteers?"

   I had already asked James and Anna to give Iain and Caitlyn some time
alone after our conference, to let Caitlyn absorb what we had thrown at
her. When James said he'd check the rabbit traps, I volunteered to go with
him.  Anna begged off and said she had some things she needed to do.  Iain
volunteered to pick the garden if Caitlyn would help him.

   James and I were outdoors, skinning and cleaning three rabbits when Iain
and Caitlyn returned from picking vegetables.  She barely smiled at me but
she did smile.  Iain smiled broadly at me and I knew he had succeeded.

   The two of them went inside to put all the garden's gifts away and he
came back out by himself a little later.  This time, his happiness was
evident in the way he acted and in the way he smiled.

   "Did she yield to you?" I asked.

   "Yes, David, she yielded," he said.  "I tried to cover everything just
the way we had planned it.  I told her I loved her and I swore to love her
for the rest of my life.  But I said she must yield to me.  I told her that
if she believed in a god she must know that that god blessed us with our
sexual nature so we could bond together and then have children.  I said
that to deny that sexual gift from god and to commit to celibacy was the
most unnatural act a person could do and was the ultimate perversion.  I
said there could be room for only one man in our marriage bed and that
would be me, that I would not permit her to bring any priest or his
teachings into our bed."

   "You kept emphasizing that you loved her?" I asked.  "A woman needs to
know that a man will always love her before she yields to him."

   "Yes.  I swore I loved her and always would.  I said that I wanted her
to enjoy her sexual nature just as much as I did mine.  I said I would
never do anything to hurt her and I would not take a chance on getting her
pregnant until her body was ready for it.  I said I wanted children with
her whenever her body and the time were right.  I held her against me and
was as gentle with her as I could be.  I didn't get an erection but I wish
I had.  I wanted her to feel how much I desired her but it didn't happen."

   "That's understandable," I said.  "I think you touched on all the points
we rehearsed."

   "I didn't say what you usually say, you know, stuff like they swear to
celibacy except for altar boys."

   "Good.  I cautioned you about anything like that.  You were gentle with
her but you were firm.  You told her you loved her and wanted children with
her.  Do you really think she's yielded to you?  I believe a woman in her
heart really wants to yield to a man."

   "I think so.  After we talked, we picked the garden.  I don't know how
we're ever going to eat all the vegetables.  We were about to start back
and she still hadn't decided so I asked if she wanted to go see Lightening
and his family before we started back.  Lightening performed for us and she
got Thunder to take something out of her hands.  We couldn't get Rain and
Snow to come much closer.  She stood looking at them for a while and then
she said she wanted to take the contraceptive pill."

   "Where is she now?"

   "She and Anna have gone to talk to Aimee," he said.

   "Good.  Let them arrange it," I said.  "You can wait five days.  I did
after Anna removed that damned contraceptive implant.

   "Yeah.  I can wait.  I can sit on my tolos for five days.  That's no
problem now," he said.  "Then I've got to teach her how to enjoy sex like I
do.  I hope I can succeed with that."

   "Well, I can't sit on my tolos," James said and shuddered.  "I don't
want to."

   "Just be slow and gentle with her, Iain," I said "Don't ever force her
into doing anything.  Talk her into letting you do things to her.  I expect
she'll want to reciprocate."

   "I want to thank you and Anna for helping me, David," he said.  "I don't
know why but I really do love her.  I can't imagine my life without her."

   "I know," I said.  "I feel the same way about Anna.  Now that she's
yielded to you, why don't you ask her to marry you before you make love to
her?  Aimee could conduct a double ceremony.  You and Caitlyn can be
witnesses for Anna and me and then we'll be witnesses for you and Caitlyn.
James could be a witness for both couples."

   "Yeah, that would be neat," James said.  "I'll even put on some
clothes."

   <><><>

   That night, James yawned, stretched, and went to bed by himself.  Iain
and Caitlyn soon followed and went down the hallway to their bed chamber.
Anna and I talked for a while and then went to our bed chamber.  From the
way she was grinning, I knew I was going to enjoy whatever she had in mind.

   Anna said she wanted to try to re-invent the Kama Sutra.  I had never
seen the book but I knew it was a Hindu or something book about sexual
positions.  Anna claimed never to have seen it either but some of the
positions she led me into made me wonder.

   One of the last positions we tried was with her on her stomach, arms
back, elbows bent and holding her chest up to protect her breasts, legs
tightly together, almost nothing showing between her legs.  I was
straddling her thighs, looking down at her beautiful flawless derriere,
holding my penis, red and slick with her juices, and wondering how I was
supposed to find a place for it.  I suppose I could have spread her cheeks
and fucked her in her ass but I didn't want that.  I wanted it back in her
pussy as quickly as possible.

   She showed me how.  She raised her hips and spread her legs slightly,
put one hand under her stomach, and I saw her fingertips just touching the
soft mounds between her legs.  I knew she would show my penis where it was
wanted.  I leaned over with one hand guiding my penis and the other on the
bed holding me upright and let her guide me home.  I shut my eyes and felt
my penis sliding into her tight pussy.  It felt tighter like this, much
tighter, and I knew I had been close to coming for some time and I wasn't
going to last long in her in this position.

   The feeling was too exquisitely good to rush to completion.  I tried to
be as slow as possible in plowing her furrow and then planting my seeds as
deep in her as possible.  My pace slowly became faster and faster and I was
just on the verge of coming when she pulled away, flipped over, spread her
legs wide, and lifted them around my waist.

   But I was beyond the point of inevitability and I couldn't stop my
orgasm.  I reached down, wrapped one hand around my penis, and quickly
tried to stuff it back in her.  I was too late and I knew it.  I stroked my
penis one time, twice, and then I ejaculated on her from her breasts down
to her stomach.

   She went wild.  She grabbed my penis with both hands and started to
guide it back into her but I couldn't cooperate.  I collapsed on her, heart
pounding, breathe rasping in and out, all sweaty and exhausted, drained in
more ways than one.

   She took her hands off my penis, slid them between our bodies, and
smeared my semen all over her breasts and stomach.  I still wanted her,
wanted so much that it was a physical pain to me.  I had to have her even
again though I had just emptied myself on her.

   I slid down on the bed, rubbed my face and cheeks in the semen on her
stomach, slid back up, rubbed my cheeks between her breasts, and then took
one hard nipple in my mouth.  I tasted the strangeness of my own semen and
that just made me hotter.  I slid up a little more and fastened my mouth on
her flesh where her shoulder meets her neck, and bit her and sucked until I
tasted her blood.

   "David, you're hurting me," she said, and I pulled back and looked at
what I had done.  My teeth had clearly made a circle of indentations on her
skin with a red center where I had sucked.  I had not known what I was
doing and I knew I didn't want to hurt her.  I wanted to eat her, to lick
her, to suck on her, to fuck her in every way a man can fuck a woman, but I
didn't want to hurt her.

   My penis was pressed against her stomach, still drooling come, but still
as hard as it ever gets.  I moved my hips back and blindly began to stab at
her between her legs.  All I felt was flesh somewhere down there and that
hurt the head of my penis.  She reached down with both hands again, showed
the head the secret place where it wanted to enter, and I slid into her
depths again.

   She locked her legs together over my ass, imprisoned me with her arms,
and lifted her face to mine.  I opened my mouth to her and we tongue-fucked
each other for a moment.  Down below, I wasn't ready to move again.  I
expected my penis to lose its hardness but that didn't happen.  After a
brief moment, I tentatively withdrew until just the head was in her and
then slowly slide back in.

   I still wanted her.  I wanted her so much that I knew I had to have her
again or I would die.  I was beyond thinking and I suppose she was too.  I
began to fuck her in long slow strokes and she responded by hunching upward
at my hips.  Time stood still while we pounded at each other until she
couldn't take it anymore.  She started moaning, that changed into a long
whine, and then I felt her vaginal muscles grasping and releasing around my
penis.  I shoved my penis into her as hard as I could a few more times and
then I erupted and fired another barrage of semen where I wanted it this
time.

   I squirmed side to side and back and forth, trying to push my penis
deeper in her, and then I collapsed on her.  She put one hand behind my
head and held it down in her hair.  She squeezed me with her legs, wanting
I suppose to get my penis in her as deep as possible, but I knew she
already held its entire length.  I took a couple of deep breaths and then
relaxed on her.  I was home, home where I wanted to be, and I wanted never
to leave her.

   I suppose we both went to sleep still joined.  Sometime later I was
awakened by the call of a full bladder.  I was spooned up to her soft warm
ass, one of my legs over one of hers, with my hand holding her breast.  I
didn't want to but I rolled out of bed and staggered across the hall into
the bathroom.  Coming out of the toilet, I met Anna going into the women's
side.  I waited for her and then we returned to our bedroom and spooned up
again.  I was as content as it is possible to be, holding my Anna.

   <><><>

   On the sixth day after Caitlyn's arrival, we went to the swimming beach
for a picnic.  All of us were dressed, as usual, in loin cloths and
moccasins.  Caitlyn, as usual, had on a chemise under her loin cloth.

   The day was a perfect late summer day, hot and dry, slight breeze
blowing up the mountain, water crystal clear with a touch of aquamarine,
waves barely lapping the sand.  Four of us, without hesitation, stripped
naked and ran into the water.  Caitlyn hesitated but then took off her loin
cloth and moccasins and ran into the water wearing a chemise.

   I saw two faces that day that I hope never to forget.  The first was the
face of James.  James and Iain and I waded out to where the water was about
waist deep.  Then Iain and I ducked underwater to where James was standing
on his tiptoes.  We each put our hands under a foot and threw him up and
out as hard as we could.  He soared thru the air like a bird, head lifted
and looking forward, arms straight out to each side, legs slightly apart
and toes pointed, and at the last second, he brought his hands together
above his head and entered the water with almost no splash.  It was our
first try and it was perfect.

   When he resurfaced, he turned around to face us and I saw a look of pure
joy.  He was beaming, smiling as wide as possible, mouth open, long hair
streaming down around his head and face.  His face showed absolute delight
and enjoyment.  He was beautiful, a wonderful happy boy.  He waded to me,
threw his arms around my neck, and I put my arms around him and held him
against me.  He leaned back, beamed at me, and kissed me, left cheek, right
cheek, and mouth.  Then he waded to Iain and kissed him too, left, right,
mouth.  I saw Caitlyn looking at them with a shocked look on her face.  We
threw him three more times but never with as much success.

   I coaxed Anna into letting us throw her.  She flew just as high as
James, folded up into a cannon ball, and entered the water in a huge
splash. Then Anna and I tried to throw Iain.  We succeeded.  He cleared the
water but then flopped on his belly.

   The second face I saw was Caitlyn's.  Iain coaxed her into letting us
throw her and she finally relented when we promised not to throw her so
hard.  Iain and I ducked down, each put our hands under a foot, and threw
her.  She made no attempt to turn her momentum into a dive.  Her arms and
legs flailed around and she splashed down on her butt.  When she came up,
she seemed to be looking for something and I saw her chemise rise to the
surface behind her.  She finally found it and tried to put it on again. 
That was impossible.  She finally gave up, wadded it up into a ball, and
threw it to James.

   She looked around at the other four of us for a moment, nothing but her
head and shoulders out of the water.  Then she held her head up high,
looked at Iain, and stood up.  For the second time since she arrived, I saw
her beautiful little breasts.  The look on her face was enigmatic but I
thought I saw pride, love, and determination.  She was beautiful too, a
young goddess arising from the sea.

   She played with the rest of us after that and seemed to enjoy it as much
as the rest of us did.  When it came time to get out of the water, I saw
that her pubic hair was gone and her little vulva was as smooth as a
child's, just a split in her mound, innocent and virginal.

   When we went back up the mountain, she dressed like the rest of us, in a
loin cloth and moccasins.  It was another perfect day in paradise and I
felt relieved that a big problem or two had been resolved.

   That night, Caitlyn came to dinner wearing only her loin cloth.  She
even helped by setting the table and then cleaning up the kitchen.  I only
had to caution James once about staring at her little breasts.

   I suppose Anna and I were both tired from the day.  I felt no need to
have sex and I suppose she didn't either.  She backed up to me in bed and I
put one leg over one of hers, one arm over her with my hand on her breast,
and my face in her hair.  She still smelled of the quick shower we had
enjoyed when we returned from the beach.

   "When did Iain get at Caitlyn and help her get rid of her pubic hair?"
she asked.  "You did notice that her little pussy is hairless now; didn't
you?"

   "Yeah, I saw it," I said.  "But I don't know when it happened.  Iain is
just like me."

   "What do you mean?" Anna asked.

   "He doesn't like to have to floss his teeth to get rid of pubic hair," I
said.

   "David, you're hopeless," she whispered.
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