Hannah was exhausted and hungry. The trip had been perfectly pleasant as such things went, but hopping across time zones messed with her head.
The invitation -- if you could call it that -- had come only a week ago. It was printed in a simple font and said, "Your presence is required for one week. Follow the enclosed itinerary; arrangements have been made with your school. Pack light." Invitations generally "invited" rather than "required", but it was from Dr. Wilcox. He expected obedience, and Hannah gave it. Mostly. Well, she was working on it.
The first class flight to the coast was uneventful. The man next to her tried to strike up a conversation, but she deflected him and focused on her book: re-reading "The Lord of the Rings". When she landed she was ushered to a small terminal, onto the tarmac, and into a small jet that would take her to her final destination. The plane was empty except for the female pilot, early thirties, blonde, blue eyes, who smiled as she helped Hannah board with her small bag.
"I'm Michelle," she said. "You can call me Shelly if you want. Or Michelle. We're waiting for one more girl."
Hannah gave her name and offered her hand, and Shelly took it and grinned. "Where are we going?" Hannah asked.
"The island," she said. "Your first time?"
"Yes," Hannah said. "Dr. Wilcox has an island?"
Shelly didn't seem to ever stop smiling, but the look in her eyes said her joy was completely genuine. "Oh, you're going to have a great time!"
Hannah was used to first class, but not private jets, and she explored the cabin a bit before sitting down near the front in a lounge-like area with a coffee table bolted to the floor. It was all impeccably clean.
A few minutes later a blonde head popped through the door and looked around. The girl was about Hannah's age and had soft brown eyes and curly blonde hair; she was wearing a light blue sundress that looked adorable with her hair. Hannah wished she herself had worn something cuter. The new girl looked a bit anxious, and her head locked on Hannah when her eyes adjusted from the twilight outside.
Before Hannah could speak Shelly returned from the cockpit and greeted the new arrival, just as she had greeted Hannah. Then she said, "Ok, we're ready to go. It'll take about an hour to get there, and after I drop you off I need to swing back to make one more pick-up today. Buckle up girls and let's go!"
Shelly disappeared and the engines roared to life. The new girl looked around tentatively until Hannah invited her into the adjacent seat. The new girl smiled gratefully and said, "I'm Emily. This is... pretty crazy."
Hannah smiled back. "Yeah, no kidding. This is my first time going to the island, what about you?"
"Yes. I just started... seeing... Dr. Wilcox a few weeks ago," Emily said and blushed furiously, which caused Hannah to blush right back. Obviously they both knew what it meant to "see" Dr. Wilcox. The shared blush created a sense of camaraderie between the girls, and the conversation flowed easily as they took off.
When the plane reached cruising altitude Shelly's voice came on over the intercom. "This is your captain speaking!" she said and laughed. "You'll each find an envelope with your name on it in the pouch next to the table. Open them up and follow your instructions. We'll be landing in about 40 minutes."
Hannah was closer so she fished out the envelopes. There were five: "Hannah" and "Emily", along with "Abigail", "Nicole", and "Erica". She flashed the five envelopes at Emily and then took their two and put the other three back.
"Looks like it'll be a party," Hannah said, and Emily's lips tightened into a frown.
Hannah handed Emily her envelope and tore open her own. It was handwritten and read, "Welcome to the Island, Hannah. You'll be rooming with Emily; be a friend to her. Leave everything you brought in the plane, but you may keep your earrings if you like. You have my permission to orgasm whenever you like while on the Island." It was signed by Dr. Wilcox. The last sentence made her squirm in her seat and her pussy immediately grew wet. Before seeing Dr. Wilcox she had masturbated frequently, but he strictly forbade orgasms without his permission. And now she had it for a week!
Emily looked up at Hannah and said, "I guess we're roommates!"
Hannah nodded and smiled. Her note said to "be a friend to" Emily, and she wondered what Emily's note said about her.
Emily looked down at her note again. "Leave everything you brought in the plane," she quoted, eyes wide. "I guess the normal rules apply," she said, looking at Hannah for a sign of agreement.
Hannah nodded again. "Except for, you know... orgasms," she finished.
Emily blushed and nodded wordlessly.
Both girls looked at each other for a minute without saying anything, and Hannah sighed. She would go first. Unbuckling her seat belt, Hannah stood up and began removing her clothes. She removed her shoes, sweatshirt, and jeans and stuffed each item into her small suitcase; she was glad she "packed light".
Emily was sitting, frozen, watching her undress, but when their eyes met she shrugged and stood up also. She reached behind her back to undo her waist-tie and then took a deep breath and pulled the dress up and over her head. Hannah fussed with her outer clothes and her bag while she stalled and watched Emily out of the corner of her eye. Emily tossed her dress onto the coffee table and paused, then reached behind herself again to unhook her bra and slide it onto the table. Her breasts were round and perky B-cups, smaller than Hannah's. Her stomach was flat and her hips curved pleasantly into athletic legs. Emily's nipples hardened in the cabin's dry air and Hannah's pussy tingled; Emily wrapped her arms around herself and stared at the ceiling, standing in just her panties.
Hannah undid her bra as well and stuffed it into the bag. Her nipples were already hard and she resolutely kept her arms at her sides. This was no big deal, but her heart raced anyway. Hannah hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed them down to her ankles, then lifted a foot to bring the panties into her hand. She was surprised to feel how wet they were, and her hand unconsciously reached for her pussy. Her skin was completely bare and her fingers found drippy wetness. She couldn't wait to get to the island and orgasm again and again. She suddenly remembered Emily standing there and her face burned. The panties followed the bra into her bag, and she was naked, except for the diamond stud earrings her dad had given her at graduation and her low-cut socks. She knew she'd have to leave the socks on the plane, but she defiantly left them on for now. Take that, Dr. Wilcox.
Emily said, "I've never... I mean, I'm not used to just being naked wherever." Her fingers twisted back and forth in the waistband of her panties and her feet fidgeted.
Hannah shook her head. "Me neither."
Emily smiled tightly and pulled her panties down in a rush. Her pussy was bare, too, and Hannah couldn't help but think how cute Emily looked naked with her bouncing hair and shy, nervous smile. Was she wet, too? Emily collected her clothes and shoved them into her bag. Finally, she pulled out her earrings and removed a bracelet. She had left her socks on, just like Hannah. "Sock sisters," she said.
The girls sat back down in their seats and immediately realized that their naked hips were now touching. Both girls giggled but neither moved away, and their conversation continued where it had left off.
The plane landed hard and fast on a short runway. Hannah looked out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of the island as they approached, but the sun had set and she couldn't see much more than the lights on the airstrip. The engines whirred down but not off, and Shelly came back into the cabin with her headset still on and looked at the two girls buckled next to each other in their seats.
Shelly pulled the headset down to her neck and said, "Ok girls, we're here. I've got to make one more run to the mainland tonight, so hop on out. Someone will see you to your rooms. Probably Mrs. Carver or Mrs. Hapne. Anyway, nice to meet you, see you tomorrow, chop chop," she said, clapping her hands to hurry them up. Hannah and Emily stood up and started for the door, but stopped when Shelly cleared her throat and pointed at their feet. "And earrings, Hannah?"
Hannah pulled off her socks and said, "Dr. Wilcox lets me keep them. They're from my dad."
Shelly looked surprised and shrugged. "If you say so! It's your butt." She pulled her headset back up over her ears and started talking into it as she returned to the cockpit.
Hannah and Emily emerged from the airplane and were hit by a wave of hot, wet night air. It felt great after the dryness of the airplane cabin. Empty-handed, they walked down the metal stairs and surveyed the landing strip. A small building stood in front of them, and lights stretched out behind edging the runway. There was a weighty sense of trees in the near distance, and the ocean behind them, but it was all quite dark. At the bottom of the stairs was an older woman, mid-fifties, greying hair, thin and severe, wearing a white linen dress like a nurse. She looked grim.
