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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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