The Island

It was the third night in a row that I woke in a cold sweat with Ashley's name on my lips, and my neighbor was bitching again and hitting his buzzer frantically. We had both asked that I be transferred to a separate room but the hospital told us they were full and would accommodate as soon as possible. The dream wouldn't leave. It stayed with me during the day and invaded my sleep. Scenes played over and over again but this time I was just a bystander. I couldn't make different choices and was forced to live the same things over and over again.

"More dreams, Richard?" the nurse said coming in to see me.

"Yeah. That must have been some bump I took," I replied.

"Just give him something to make him shut the fuck up," my neighbor yelled at her. "How the fuck am I supposed to get better if he keeps interrupting my rest?"

"How's about you just go back to sleep and let me take care of Richard," she replied calmly.

"I'll be out of here tomorrow afternoon, buddy. Then we don't have to see, or hear, each other again," I said to him.

He muttered something we couldn't make out, but the nurse and I both heard him roll over and go quiet. We just smiled at each other.

I had been in the hospital for five days now and the repeat dreams had started the first night I woke after the accident. The parts that came to me were sections of the big dream I had had of me and Ashley on the island. I wasn't sure what any of it meant but I still felt all the feelings as if they were real. Waking from these dreams was leaving me heart broken and I needed to figure out what was going on.

The next day I was released and my girlfriend was there to pick me up. As I walked into my house I looked around, everything was as I remembered and shouldn't have surprised me; but it did. It felt like years since I had stepped foot here. My girlfriend took my bag and went off to the bedroom to unpack it while I made my way out to the deck to sit on the couch in the mid-August sun. The bandage around my head had to be there for another week but other than the dreams, I was going to recover fully. My girls were off with friends and blessedly there was little noise. The medication they gave me knocked me out so I preferred to deal with the pain for as long as I could before taking it.

"You ok over there?" my girlfriend asked.

"Yeah. Just enjoying the sun on my face," I replied. "Being cooped up in that room was driving me nuts."

She was about to say something else when the doorbell rang. I heard Chris' voice when the door opened and a minute later he and Ashley joined me out back. My heart started hammering in my chest as she stepped through the patio door and I thought for sure everyone could hear it.

She had tried for a school girl look today and it instantly got my attention. She had tied her white blouse up in the front at the bottom and the top three buttons had been left undone. Her red and white, plaid skirt was rolled at the waist and hung well above mid-thigh. Long white knee socks with tiny white shoes completed the outfit. From the lack of lines at her shoulders I could tell that her bra was strapless, but it still did a magnificent job of pushing her perfect breasts up high. Even from my lower angle I could see her ample cleavage.

I knew she had worn the outfit just for me. She had made a point of teasing a lot more than usual for the past little while. She could tell it worked because I never tried to hide anything that 'came up' as a result. I never teased back though. I just played dumb and let her do her thing. I figured it was a crush and she would outgrow it, and in the meantime I was getting peeks at a tight-bodied and very beautiful twenty-one year old woman.

"The girls all got together and made you lasagna. They wanted you to have something nice after all that hospital food," Chris said bringing my attention back and preventing me from doing something dangerous to Ashley then and there.

"I made sure to put a lot of cheese on it for you," Ashley added, smiling warmly.

"That's sweet, thank you, princess," I said, "but you really didn't need to go to all the trouble." I replied.

"You look like shit. How are you feeling?" Ashley asked.

"Thanks," I said with playful sourness. "I feel like I split my head open saving the prettiest woman I know."

She smiled at me and came over to look at my bandages. It took all of my restraint not to wrap my arms around her and pull her down for a kiss. I had to close my eyes and turn my head as her chest moved in front of my face. It was dangerously close, and the strain of her breasts against the fabric caused the remaining buttons to threaten to pop. Tanned skin heaved with every breath she took, and my cock went rock hard instantly. Her perfume was intoxicating and I had to remind myself that it had only been a dream.

I heard the phone ring and my girlfriend move off to the other room to answer it. Strange, I thought. Everyone had cell phones, why would the home line be ringing?

"There's no more bump, but I can see the stitches. Those idiots at the hospital don't know how to wrap a wound," Ashley said gently moving the bandage back into place to cover everything.

"We can't stay long, but the girls insisted the food get to you for your homecoming." Chris said.

My girlfriend came in at that moment with an annoyed look on her face.

"I have to go in to work. Seems a shipment is coming in late and nobody can stick around to make sure they can unload. I'll be back as soon as I can. You going to be ok by yourself for a bit?" she asked me.

"I'll be fine," I replied, wondering again why they would call the house and not her cell.

"I should go too. I have something I need to do," Chris said.

Then I remembered.

"I'll stay and make sure he's taken care of," Ashley offered.

"You sure, sweetie?" my girlfriend asked.

"Someone has to make sure he eats," she replied sitting down next to me. "Besides, it's the least I can do. He almost killed himself saving me. I figure I owe him big time. Spending some time with my hero and showering him with attention will be more than a pleasure, and besides, I make damn good lasagna."

"We'll be fine, and I'll make sure Ashley gets something down her throat as well. We'll be here when you get back. You two go have fun," I said with a smirk.

And there it was. A flash of fear passed across their faces but was quickly replaced by their fake concern. If I hadn't suspected and been watching closely I probably wouldn't have seen it.

My girlfriend came over and kissed me lightly on the cheek and headed off. Chris gave me a pat on the shoulder, kissed Ashley, and closed the patio door behind him.

"I'm going to go warm up supper. Can I get you anything?" Ashley asked. "Water? Beer? My cum soaked gstring?"

"A beer would be nice," I replied with a chuckle. "Tease."

"You allowed to drink with your medication?" she asked.

"Nope," I replied.

"One beer coming up," she said and smiled slyly. "And if I you change your mind, I'm always wet when I'm with you."

I couldn't help but smile and laugh, which in turn made her give me the special smile she only shared with me.

She came back out with two beers and my cigarettes. I took the bottles and opened them both as she pulled one of my smokes out and lit it. I wasn't surprised. She was old enough to make her own choices and I had been into a lot worse when I was her age.

"Got any ideas of what we can do to pass the time while your girlfriend is out fucking my dad?" she asked turning to me.

It didn't even shock me that she had figured it out. She may be gorgeous but she had a mind to match. She picked up on things others normally missed and she remembered almost everything. It was part of the reason I liked her so much. Our conversations were never dull and she was always able to keep up.

"You've always been quick princess. What gave it away?" I asked.

"You confirmed it tonight when you surprised them telling them to go have fun. Up until then I only suspected," she replied. "I saw the look, even if it was only there for a split second."

"I'm sorry sweetheart. This is going to tear both our families apart when it gets out," I said softly.

"Well, we have two choices. Tell them we know and blow this wide open, or keep letting them think they are getting away with it. Either way I have lost all respect for them. You're in no condition to deal with this just getting out of the hospital. Them running off to fuck like this is sickening. That's a complete lack of respect and you deserve a lot better," she said with anger in her voice.

"Let me show you something," I said and got my cell phone.

I started up an app and watched as the tracker I had placed in my girlfriend's car happily beeped along heading in the exact opposite direction of her work. Ashley squeezed up against me to watch. Her hair smelled wonderful as I brushed it out of my face so I could see my screen again. From this angle I could see straight down her top and I watched as her nipples pulled away from her bra every time she exhaled.

"Sorry," she giggled at me.

"No your not," I replied.

"You're right, I'm not," she giggled again and snuggled closer.

It only helped reveal more. Her breasts stopped pushing against the cups of her bra as she inhaled, and instead only rubbed the tip of her hard nipples against them. It took everything I had left to turn my attention back to my phone.

Eventually the little red dot stopped and I pulled up the address. As we thought, it was a motel off Route 132.

"It's not the first time she's been there," I said. "I've tracked her there before."

"Give me your keys," she said, "I want to see this for myself."

"Ashley. . ." I started to say.

"No. I want to know for sure. If his car is there we'll know and we can figure out how to deal with this," she said, her voice getting heated.

"We already know she is lying, and obviously cheating. Are you sure you want to confirm it's with your dad?" I asked.

"Richard," she said softly, "you've always been there for me and I love you so much. If she's hurting you with my father, I am going to make sure they pay for it. This is so unfair to all of us; but most of all you. You're just getting out of the hospital and they're sneaking off to fuck. It's not far. I'll be back before the lasagna is ready."

I looked at the little woman who had been my wife in a dream and could only marvel at the spine she had. In the dream it was there but to see it here and now started my feelings for her pumping hard.

"On the little desk by the front door. Don't get caught, and hurry back. I'm hungry," I said.

She rose and kissed me on the cheek. Tears were starting in her eyes and she hurriedly wiped them away.

"I'm sorry, but we need to know for sure," she said and then was running for the front door.

Ten minutes later I received a series of texts and pictures. Sure enough my girlfriend's car and his were parked side by side at the motel. I laughed at the next picture. She had keyed her father's car and the whole driver's side would require a repaint. The next few pictures broke my heart though. She had found their room and managed to snap a few pictures through a curtain that hadn't closed properly. It was them.

When she got back to my place I could tell she had cried hard. Her makeup was shot and raccoon eyes didn't even begin to describe it. I was in the kitchen just taking the lasagna out when she came in. Walking over to me she didn't say anything, just started crying again. I held her tight as she sobbed and waited until she was able to talk again.

"I'm sorry, Richard. You saved me and now my father does this to you; she does this to you. It's not fair, you deserve so much better," she said softly.

"I've suspected for over a year, princess," I said. "The other man was a question mark until a little while ago. I figured it out shortly before Erica's party when they were setting it up."

"So what do we do?" she asked.

"Nothing, we wait. If we move too fast everything blows up and all we'll be able to do is react. For now we wait. We need to make sure we control the outcome when we tell them we know, and we need to make sure you girls are taken care of in this. Your mom is in a bad place and I don't think she'll be much help," I replied.

"Let me go get cleaned up and then we'll eat," she said, "we can figure this out after."

As we sat there eating our lasagna and salad Ashley looked over at me. The look on her face said she wanted to ask something but was afraid to. It wasn't like her so I prompted her.

"What's up, princess? You're not usually this quiet," I said.

She took a deep breath.

"If you've known she was cheating with my father for so long, why didn't you do anything about it?" she asked.

"I suspected it was your father while they were getting Erica's party ready. They both disappeared to get supplies and somehow both took the same amount of time. I had looked at the tracker and she never went to the store. When it all fell into place I stopped to think before making a huge mess. You, Erica and your mom were all that was important to me at that point." I replied.

"So you've known she was cheating on you for over a year yet you lived with it?" she asked a little shocked.

"Some perverse part of me wanted to know who the other guy was. I wanted to know who was better for her than me." I replied.

"That's a poor choice of words. There's nobody better than you," she said softly. "What about your girls?"

"She turned them against me a long time ago. I didn't understand where the hatred came from but now I see it. She was setting up to be free of me and figured I'd just put up with everything in order to win my girls love back. She played her game and she managed to win that part of it," I replied. "I was busy a lot of the time building my company up and wasn't here as much as I should have been. How do I blame her for going off to find someone else? How do I blame my girls for resenting me? I wasn't here and she put them in boarding school. I see now that it was so I wouldn't be able to fix things with them, but hind sight is 20/20 so they say."

"You're allowing yourself to take the blame for something she did to you. Stop it. You're smarter than that," she replied angrily. "And you're stronger than that."

"Sometimes it's hard to see clearly when you're inside the issue, princess, but I promise you, since the bump on my head I am seeing things much differently," I replied trying to ease her fears.

"I've seen the way your girls treat you. I never understood why you put up with it. I see now that it is a lot more complex than I thought," she said. "I always tried to make up for them."

"It has not gone unnoticed," I replied. "I've always appreciated you being there for me, both you and your sister."

"I'm not going anywhere. If anything, I'm going to be here more often for you," she said, "and I don't care if she gets upset."

I smiled and took another bite while my heart hammered away in my chest.

After supper we cleaned up and Ashley decided to wash the dishes. The mood had lightened and she was teasing again by flicking water at me every time I went to dry a dish. I decided I was going to tease back a little and grabbed the side sprayer and threatened. With her being in a white shirt I expected her to back down. I was wrong.

"I dare you," she said in her most pretend threatening voice.

I wasn't sure if she knew or not, but she found out quickly. I do dares.

The front of her white shirt became see through instantly. The push up part of her bra was solid but the part covering her nipples was white lace, and with her shirt pressed against her they were on full display.

As I stood there staring she grabbed the sprayer from me and soaked my shirt and jeans. She had noticed I was rock hard and made sure to spray me there for a good long time.

"Time to cool off, mister," she teased.

The water was actually warm and did nothing to help the situation cool off. If anything the heat only made it worse.

With both of us dripping water from our clothes we grabbed our drinks and went outside to dry off. The yard was fenced off and none of the neighbors could see so we stripped off our wet clothes and hung them to dry. Her skirt had gotten soaked as well and she sat there in her bra and gstring. I only had on my boxers and I realized this would look awfully bad if someone walked in.

"What exactly could they say?" she asked when I brought it up. "They're off fucking while we're playing. There's a huge difference."

"And this?" I said pointing to my hard cock.

"If I had one, I'd be just as hard. You have no idea what is going through my mind right now," she said rubbing her barely covered pussy.

"Judging by how wet you are I have a pretty good idea, princess," I replied. "Or was that just the water from the tap that splashed you?"

She just smiled slyly and sipped her beer.

We sat there while our clothes dried and talked of my work, her school, our cheating family members, and everything we cold think of so that we could avoid the obvious. Being almost naked in front of each other was driving us both a little crazy and the fact that we were both aroused made it even worse.

Eventually everything was dry and we decided a movie would help us take our mind of what was going on. Ashley had curled up next to me and slipped down putting her head in my lap. From the angle she was on her top had fallen open and I had a clear view of her chest. The way her breasts fell and pulled away from her bra left nothing to the imagination. I felt myself getting aroused and tried to shift without letting her know. She had always been a massive flirt with me but now with my dreams at the forefront of my mind, I wanted to take it to all new levels.

"Sweetie, pull your shirt closed please," I said.

She looked down and realized what was going on. Slowly she pulled the shirt out then tugged it over to cover herself. Very slowly. She knew that by doing so I would have had a full view of her perfect breasts and the sudden bulge against the back of her head told her it had worked. She gently pushed her head back to rub against me for a long moment and giggled.

"Thought that might get your attention," she said.

"Just watch the movie," I growled. "Tease."

Laughing she sat up and slipped a hand into the back of her shirt. A second later she was pulling her bra off.

"Starting to hurt," she said simply tossing it to the floor.

She had begun teasing me after she had turned eighteen and it had slowly evolved into somewhat of a game between us. Now though, I could tell she had feelings for me, and with catching my girlfriend and her father, she didn't feel the need to hide anything anymore. I was scared and thrilled at the same time.

Curling up tight against me she slowly made sure everything was covered, and made absolutely sure the show she was putting on was seen. Her arm wrapped around the front of my waist as her head rested against my shoulder. I knew she could feel my hard cock through my jeans but I didn't dare move. If I had, it would have been to pin her to the couch and recreate a few scenes from my dream.

She reached back and took my arm from the back of the couch and brought it down to her side. When I didn't slide it further she slid it right beneath her breasts. I could feel one through her shirt against my arm and the other against my palm as she slipped my hand around to cup her. Every ounce of desire was screaming to go further but I kept my arm, and especially my hand, still. She slipped down putting her head back in my lap and pushed her head against my hard cock again as if giving me permission to do more to her. Despite my desire, I held off. She didn't understand that if I started, I wouldn't stop. Or maybe that was what she was hoping for.