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Fragmented Romance	By : Destroyahirismix666 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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-Lindsey's POV-
I jumped back off the floor, and as Geoff advanced forward I backed up, swinging my shoulders around and around like he did. One we were almost running into the wall, I responded, with now going back against him.
As he did though, a rough hand took my own, and with a swoop I found myself falling to the ground. Yet before I could even utter a sound Duncan pulled me back up with another tug, and suddenly, the ground positioned itself beneath my feet again.
It was wonderful! I was the bachelor of the party everyone wanted to dance with! Trent, DJ, Geoff, now Duncan. IF only Heather could come and dance with me. I hadn't ever danced with her before, so as the music changed hands again I sat down, wondering about how she might be able to dance.
Speaking of Heather, I glanced over at the clock on the wall. My eyes widened in shock. 15 minutes had elapsed! Wait…What was I supposed to do in 15 minutes?
I scratched my head while trying to remember.
"Don't forget." Heather's words echoed in my mind. I guess I'd just have to go to the cabin where she was at and ask her. Excusing myself, and telling Lashawniqua and Bridgerette about needing to get to sleep early, they let me out without a hitch.
The cold night of the air stung my arms. It had only been 15 minutes, but now that the Voting Ceremony's fire had gone out, the place seemed darker and colder. Running my arms up my sleeveless shirts, I shivered just a bit. It was dark and cold out here.
And it reminded me of the night that Heather killed her uncle. My teeth started chattering from the memory. I didn't want to think about it. I needed to get my mind on something else.
Like what the heck was it that Heather needed me for?
That didn't pull my mind off of it, but something sure did. Looking deeper into the forest, I saw a big, hairy creature. Wearing a cowboy hat while holding a mirror. If that wasn't shocking enough, just a bit farther onward was a hairless bear wearing striped tube-top with pink bottoms.
And I stood there, gawking at this for some time.
-Heather's POV-
With the brush I curled my eyelashes up a bit farther. Taking the hand mirror, my eyes examined the lashes fervently. They weren't perfectly even. For a moment I considered going back to work on them some more, but remembering how little time I limited myself to, my final decision was against it.
This was the time. I was going to take Lindsey and break her in. This was probably going to be my only time to possibly do this, although it still was unlikely to go through fully without interruption. Chris, unwittingly, seemed to know when we were ready to even commence in some kissing, and he'd call us up for some challenge or another.
Running the eyeliner across again, my eyes followed perfectly. My body, granted, had always needed to be top-of-the-class. The opposite was unsuitable. However, my hands, jerky as they were, seemed to hold a straight enough line, and that was down to a knack.
Regrettably this cabin didn't have any clocks. That was not good, as I was still unsure of how much time I had wasted. 5 minutes? 10? 15? IF Lindsey was going to follow through, which I had to believe she would, I wanted to not look like I was off schedule.
Brushing the comb across my hair again, and shutting the hand mirror with a semi-loud clasping noise, my hands ran down my sides. Beautiful. Surely Lindsey would find it as such.
Again, the lack of time stuck in my head, and I walked over to the lower bunk, laying down and waiting patiently. For a brief moment, I had expected it to be like when I was waiting on Beth in the Paintball hunting challenge, but that turned out not to be the case.
The door opened shortly afterwards, and my blonde geomancer walked in, looking around in slight confusion. "Heather. I don't remember what you needed me to do after 15 minutes, could you please remind me?"
I chuckled internally. Perfect. There was NO way that she could of told anyone else about this. "Don't worry Lindsey. You did fine."
"I did?" She asked, her eyes landing on me and spreading wide. "Are you going out on a date with somebody!"
"I'm not going OUT on a date. Sit down beside me." I remarked, lightly patting the section of the bunk to my right side.
She complied, and when she sat down, she looked at me as if there was something she was dieing to tell me. "Heather, I saw something weird."
"Can't be much weirder then those weird images of Trent and Izzy in Goth Girl's notebooks."
"I saw a bear wearing Sadie's clothes."
I stopped, starring at Lindsey. "Wha-?"
"I saw a bear wearing Sadie's clothes."
My eyes didn't draw away from Lindsey. Two things went through my brain at that moment. The first thing was 'Eww.' and the second one was. 'Lindsey's lips look good enough to kiss.'
"Heather?" I snapped out of it as she waved her hand in front of my face. "Are you okay?"
Deciding to isolate my attention on the second thought, my body leaned in and I kissed Lindsey full on the lips. She fell backwards as I dove into her, and as she did I motioned my body forward and downward onto her also.
Now I had her upper body pinned on the bed, our legs still hanging off the side however. That fact was unnoticeable as I ravished the blonde's lips. She responded with trying to kiss me back, but I was to fast for her. My lips were everywhere on her face. Her chin, Her mouth, her nose, her right cheek, back to her mouth.
Respectively, my right and left hands were pinning her left and right wrists to the bed, preventing her from fighting back. Then again, it seemed unlikely she would fight back. Slowing the rapidity of my mouth, I caught her lips firmly and forced them open with my tongue. IT was a struggle, I don't think she expected it so her lips weren't extremely compliant, but in short time I pushed my mouth organ into her own oral cavern. With a ram, my tongue pushed hers back, and in response I felt her own tongue push upwards against mine, squeezing it into the roof of the back of her mouth.
With strength I didn't take into account for, she pushed herself onto me and turned me over. Our legs flew through the air as she was briefly on top after the 180 degree roll. However, I was more eager to be on top I continued the roll, completing an entire 360 degree with me on top again. My body struck the wall on the other side of the bed, as I had forgotten how narrow it was, and the shock of it caught me unawares as Lindsey wrapped her long arms and legs around me, preventing me from escape.
I pulled my head back slightly, but her opened and eager mouth moved forward in sync, the tongue rubbing against mine and following my tongue's retreat back into my own mouth. At this point I pulled my entire upper body back, and out tongues now met outside of our mouths, rubbing against the tips of each other. Perfect.
Pulling my arms out of Lindsey's embrace, I pushed the blonde's body down, my hands firmly planted on her breasts. Our tongues separated, and she gasped lightly, innocently. This was to good to be true. With one hand I grabbed her hair lightly, the other running down, down, down. There! My right hand grabbed the bottom of her upper garments, and with a full thrust I pulled them off, and she didn't fight me on it at all.
Her bright pink brazier stood out to me as fitting. However, my attention had totally turned from her face to stripping her down. Shaking for the realization that we might actually be able to go all the way through with this for once, my hand grabbed the button between the two cups, and unclasped them, revealing the un-tanned skin beneath.
There they were. Two large, oval melons, ripe for usage. Grabbing them firmly, but not rape-firm, my hands massaged them. She groaned in compliance, and I chuckled to myself. They weren't fake, not altered at all. Totally soft to the point that I could lay my head down and sleep in them. Being exact with my methods, my thumbs massaged the thin, erect, pink nipples. My eyes gazed up to her face, where she bit her lip in response.
"Heather…That's…so wonderful."
"I'm glad you think so." I darkly remarked back. "Why don't you show me yourself?" Removing my hands from her own breasts, my arms grabbed the bottom of my tube top and yanked upwards. The blazing purple brazier underneath I removed also, and let my own breasts hang out. Unlike hers, which were slightly uneven, I had made sure that they were totally symmetrical, and without blemish. Still sitting on her waist, I set my hands on her breasts again, massaging them while her hands climbed up, up, up…
Her hands, wonderfully skilled hands with brushing hair, grasped my own set. It was a light grab, more of a touch, but following in my own pattern she began circling her hands around and around, thoroughly massaging my own erect peaks. She was good, but amateurish. All the more fun for me. Leaning my body onto her, and then just dropping, I sandwiched her between my body and the mattress. Her own breasts pressed against mine, and as I kissed her lips firmly, I could feel my own rack sinking, slowly, into her set. Her lips on mine, the bare upper-bdoy contact. One thing was certain.
I needed more.
My hands stopped running through the blonde hair and shot straight downwards along her sides. Upon reaching her mini-skirt, I pushed it down a bit. Still involving her in her kisses. I had to keep her distracted. "Lindsey, my god, I love this so much." I whispered into her ear, and I could of sworn she had cold shivers running down her spine from that due to her reaction. But once her skirt was halfway down, my leg reached up and forced it the rest of the way down, to her ankles, and forced it off of that. Ceasing what I had been doing this entire time, my body scooted down. I was prepared to remove any thongs, underwear, or anything else, but apparently that had been caught in her skirt so her vagina was fully open to me.
And the site was stunning. Above and along the sides of her vaginal lips was blonde, slightly curly hair. The outer vaginal lips were the same color as the rest of her tan. A bright white, and it was stained with juices. I could see her anal entry, her prime sex entry, and above that her dazzling clitoral bulb, still half-obscured by the half-closed lips.
My cold breath blew onto it, and she groaned lightly, moving her hips as the lips separated farther from that, and her entire flower bloomed. Her clitoral entry, like the rest of her vagina, was a stunning blood-rushed red tint, and it was waiting for me. Not daring to resist the temptation, I bit down on it, tasting my first girl juices of my entire life.
Lemons. Lemons without the tart and sour in it. Wonderful. Clenching my jaw and pulling back a bit, I tried coaxing her partially exposed clitoral bundle outward. It followed, but only slightly. She would need more stimulation. Switching my attention from that to the outer section of her vaginal lips, I lightly began running my tounge on the sides, her pubic hair tickling my adjacent cheek the entire time.
"Hea-ather…"
I was going in the right direction. That was for sure. She was loving this almost as much as I was. Turning my head sideways, I kissed her vagina, my lips lining up with her lower lips. The blonde female groaned slightly, and I stuck my tongue into her vagina, or at least, I tried. Despite being open, It was tight, and for a moment, I had to ask myself 'Could this girl still be a virgin?'
The thought of really breaking her in like that just excited me more. Pushing my face tighter into her vagina, my hands wrapped around and grabbed her ass-cheeks. Sinking my nails into the soft, malleable flesh, I yanked her lower body closer to me. At Zero-point, now, and only now, was I able to insert my mouth orifice into her 'pussy'.
When I did she stiffened, and her legs wrapped around my head pulling it up close to her body. Without a doubt, she was the center of my focus now. Wiggling my tongue inside of her entry, she tensed again. I could feel sweat from her legs lining my hair. Yes. This was just what I wanted, become totally intimate with her. Difficultly enough, I sucked, and from her moisten vagina I pulled out more of that wonderful juice. In fact, there was so much of it, Lindsey must of already lubed my entire face.
Getting an idea, I began dragging my head up and down her length. My chine, and tongue dragged on her highly stimulated valley, and she gasped again. Perfect. Keeping my tongue inside her vagina and wiggling it inside of her primary entrance, my head moved upwards again, and her legs pressed against my face harder. She was going to smother me at this rate.
"Heatherrrr, Pleaseeeeee. Morrrrreeee." She began heaving again, and I could hear her wild gasping and groaning. And it was me who was causing it. Not that pathetic ugly jumpsuit guy, but me. It was my tongue, my mouth. My hands that were clawing her soft backside, my tongue that was sending her to a nirvana state. My love!
The possessiveness encouraged me to go faster, not her demand. Opening my jaw as wide as I could, I forced as much of my tongue in as possible. It touched what felt to be a thin, very thin barrier. Like a cum-stained film. She was a virgin, and that was her hymen. Lovely. Circling my tongue on the walls just below, her rapid breaths and gasps were accompanied by moans, and it happened.
I brought her to her first technical orgasm, while burying my nose into her clitoris. She gasped loudly, quite loudly in fact, and as she did, her entire nether region trembled about me, like my head was stuck in a giant earthquake. Fluids began releasing more freely from her vagina, running along my tongue and coating the parts of my face closest to it. Passionately, I licked again, and she tensed from shock while her orgasm continued, her vaginal region spasming.
With a shove I separated her legs and pulled my head back, observing her body as she withered from my treatment. Her eyes were closed, she was biting her tongue, a very sexy pose for such a usually innocent blonde, and her hands were coaxing her breasts roughly like a porn star. With a final jolt from her lower body she faded out of orgasmic bliss and back into the real world.
-Lindsey's POV-
I opened my eyes, and was shocked to find out that indeed, this was not a dream! It was reality! Heather was still there, standing on her knees, topless and her face was covered with a clear liquid.
"That was…Wonderful." I remarked, still trying to regain my breath.
"Of course it was. I absolutely loved every second of it." Heather remarked back, smirking evilly. "I hope you wouldn't mind if you returned the favor." She climbed out of the bed, and grabbed the belt around her waist. My eyes watched intensely as she removed the leather. I had seen Heather topless before, but this would be my first time to see the rest of her.
With a tug she dropped her lower articles of clothing all at once. Her long legs seemed even longer at that moment. Above her vagina was a upwards pointing triangle of hair, but she held her legs to close together to see the rest of it.
"Can I…Can I?"
She knew my thoughts exactly. "Eat up." She climbed back onto the bed, and this time positioned her vagina above my head. The lips were widely separated, her red-flushed vagina exposing everything. As she lowered it to my face I raised up, making contact with my lips. The taste was amazing, it seemed familiar but I couldn't place it. As she relaxed and covered my face with it, allowing it lightly smother the end of my mouth.
Her hands ran through my hair, not any tight gripping or anything like that, but almost as if she was brushing it without the brush. Lightly, I planted my own hands onto her hips, keeping her close as I sucked lightly.
Blueberries! The taste seemed so obvious once I recognized it! Again she ran her hands through my hair, as if it was in response. Dragging my mouth up and down the length, my lips touching every part that I could find on it. Once at the end of the slit, I reversed the process, keeping it consistent.
"Mmmm." She didn't say anything else, but she did seem to enjoy what I was doing. Removing my hand from her left hip, my mouth pulled back while I ran my index and middle fingers up and down her length. Now noting the primary entrance, or what appeared to be the primary entrance, I gently put them inside her. The body stiffened as I slid it in joint-by-joint.
"Yesssss." It was faint, but if I didn't know better, she did say 'Yes'. Bringing my head up again I licked the edge of the vaginal entry, circling my fingers as I did so. This stuff was great. Curling the fingers within her body, I tried touching everything inside I could, slowly pulling the fingers out to the second joint, then pushing it all back in.
Her hips bucked, and it smacked me in the nose. Landing my head back on the bed, my other free hand rubbed it briefly while I continued curling and thrusting into her. Her lower body jolted again, and a bit of excess fluid that had slipped out landed on my neck. Getting a new idea, I licked my free hand and then pushed my left hand's index finger into Heather's lovely slit. Now it was starting to get a bit crowded inside it. Again she groaned, and with a bit of difficult maneuvering I slipped my left middle finger into her.
Now with four fingers in and four out, she was starting to bounce on top of my fingers, as if she was thrusting in rhythm. With another hard push into her core she slammed her entire lower body down onto my hands and face, and my hair was yanked in fistfuls. A smile played across my face, and I put in my two ring fingers, now pulsating six fingers into her.
"Fuck it Lindsey…" I stopped for a moment, sure that I heard her use an expletive. That shocked me, I never realized she would of done that at a time like this. Yet despite this she didn't notice my ceasing, as she was still thrusting against my hands and her hands grabbed my hair so hard it yanked my head up. I would of complained about that, but now her hands were running through my hair wildly, grabbing the entire time. The idea of putting the rest of my fingers in to her occurred to me.
And then she called out. "Danm it Lindsss, I'ts cumm…" I couldn't understand what she said after that, but the edge of her entrance was now releasing vaginal juices. At this point I pushed my fingers back into her with as much power as I could, and then yanked them out just as hard. The result was a waterfall of the wonderful liquid, forced out by the involuntary jack hammering of her body. It covered my nose, mouth, and chin. Opening my mouth like a young kid stealing soda from a soda dispenser, I let it all come rushing down into my mouth. She groaned, yanking my hair again and pulling my face up against her nether regions again. That just made it more convenient, and I sucked upon her slit again, putting my hands on her waist to keep her in place. She finally stopped the rapid jack-hammering and settled to a series of vibrating pulsations, and even that tuned to just a steady shake.
"Lindsey…" She called out my name, and she stumbled backwards, away from my face. "Good job." She chuckled deviously, giving me a thumbs up.
That seemed…very out of character for her. "Thanks Heather." I remarked back.
"I want more."
"What?" I asked in shock, but before I could even sit up to do anything else she spun about and dove down, back between my legs, to the location that had brought me to heaven and back earlier.
"Heather…" I gasped, already being spiked with pleasure. My private area still was sensitive to touch, and within seconds she was already playing with me with her tongue. "Ahhh, Ha-"
"Do what you did to me again." She said, backing her body up toward my head, and before long her entire region was exposed to me again. I was still a bit shocked on how she already wanted more of this, but if anything I had learned, was that saying no to her didn't bring good consequences. Leaning my head forward and grabbing her round but, I latched my lips back onto her vagina, trying to copy the moves she was doing to me to her own body.
And that proved to be ineffective, because she was just to fast. Her tongue was everywhere, and it was blurring my feelings. I could of sworn it was rubbing against the top of my vagina along with the insides of my body. How was she doing that? I could only get my own tongue into her vagina and try to feel around inside it, but that was a bit more difficult then using fingers.
SMACK! My body jumped a bit after she whipped my ass with her hand. I didn't remove my mouth, to focused on trying to get her to have more of the same feeling I was having, but she continued slapping the sides of my but. It stung, but with what we were doing the exact lines between what felt good and what hurt wasn't specified.
-Heather's POV-
Sucking again, I dragged my lower lip against her exposed clitoris again while keeping my tongue pushing in and out of her own vagina at a steady, yet quick pace. Again smacking her firm ass, there could have been no way it wasn't nice and red now. That was just one other way of keeping me from loosing coordination. Lindsey was inconsistent and uneven, but fast and was good at trying to touch everything.
"Ahhh!" Lindsey cried out beneath me, and I felt her mouth leave me vagina briefly. Still, she now switched to going to her fingers again, those lovely fingers. Using my own digits, I clawed and dug into her hips, scratching the skin. Still licking and rubbing her hotspots. Dang it! I was going to make her release before me! And yet she had me so close to my own orgasm. I had to hold it back, just hold it back. Make her feel the burn.
"Heather! I'm…I'm…"
I removed my mouth. "Say it Lindsey! Scream it!" Audio confirmation would be all that much better.
"I'm…oh god yessssss." I slammed my mouth down onto her nether regions. She began releasing her fluids out of her slit like a water from a rock.
Now I let her have control of me, as despite her obvious orgasmic wave, she was still pushing fingers into my vagina. Sparks of energy flew up from my vagina to my stomach, breaking into millions of pieces there as it continued overwhelming me like a dive into hot water. I removed my mouth, trying to cry her name, but not getting more then 'Ahhhh!' Everything became pointless once more to me as I let pure nirvana control me again. "Ahhh" I cried out again, a bit lower, as the magical power faded, still leaving me dazed.
"Yessss." That VOICE WASN'T LINDSEY'S! Suddenly with all sense of privacy, responsibility, and everything else rushed back to me, although my body didn't return the favor. I grabbed the sheets on the top of the mattress that we were on, pulling them up to my body to cover it, as did Lindsey.
"Ohh, You heard me? Well, it was bound to happen sometime." Despite my equilibrium still off balance, I looked right at Izzy firmly.
"You!"
"Me." She smiled. Izzy had placed herself on the bunk opposite the room that we were on. Her top was pulled up right under her armpits and neck, leaving her two medium-sized breasts with swollen red nipples exposed. Both of her hands were down between her legs, as her grass skirt was down around her ankles. "You two put on one HELL of a show!"
Lindsey looked at me. "Are we going to get paid because she watched us?" Lindsey obviously was thinking something about a show like what you might find on a stage.
"No Lindsey. She snuck in."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Yes. Yes I mind very much." I firmly stated back.
"I'm sure you won't mind!" She had the audacity, the NERVE, to suddenly stand up, and strut over here like nothing was the matter, and reached her hands forward to MY Lindsey! Infuriated with rage, I sprung forward at her, and with that tackled her to the ground.
"Trying to put the moves on Izzy?" The insane female asked. She rocked her arms a bit, and then sent her weight spiraling sideways. It flipped me over at the same time, and I landed on my back, her hands firmly plant on my elbows and her knees on my knees. Looking down at me, a coy smile on her face. "Izzy can put the moves on you exceedingly well!"
"Get the Heller off of-" She bent down, and her foreign, unwanted lips crashed onto mine. She, in fact, let her entire body slide down onto mine. Her breasts sinking oddly into mine, her vagina lined right above mine. She even wrapped her legs around mine!
I couldn't curse her out, but with another shove of body weight we rolled across the room again, and after several rolls I had her pinned to the ground. We couldn't roll any farther left, we had cornered ourselves against one of the bunk beds.
"This-" I reached my hand up and smacked her on the face. "Is for watching us!" Her head turned the same direction I slapped her. Straddling her stomach to prevent her from wiggling away, I raised my other arm. "And THIS is for attacking me!" I slapped her with my other hand.
"AND THIS!" I screamed as loud as I had yet "IS FOR TRYING TO TOUCH MY LOVER!" However, I made the fatal mistake of leaving both of her hands free, and using momentum of her arms, she swung her upper body into my own, crashing her lips into mine again, and continuing the momentum enough to flip me over and back onto the ground.
"You really have a possessiveness fetish." Izzy remarked once through her accursed lips she had kissed me with again.
"Shut up!" I brought my knee crashing into her groin. She may not have been a male, but she had enough nerve endings between her exposed vagina that it hurt badly enough. Her eyes went wide with shock and pain, and she rolled off to the side of me as both of her hands gripped her womanhood between her legs while she wrapped into the fetal position.
Standing up triumphantly, I kicked her in the stomach, adding my own insult to injury. Stepping over the hurt redhead, and picking up clothing, I tossed Lindsey's clothes back to her.
"We aren't going to kill her…are we?"
Everything stopped. I looked at the blonde again. Fear had, once again, crossed over her eyes.
"Uhmmm." This was a bad situation. A true Catch 22. If I killed her, Chris would know, and he would of dug until he found out about Lindsey and I. If I let her go, Izzy was more likely then Gwen, my deceased Uncle, and Lindsey combined to tell the world about my love life.
"You know, if you let Izzy have her way with you two…Izzy won't say anything."
Bad idea. Very very bad idea to give Izzy what she wants.
"Izzy, you give us every single one of your votes from now until you are off the island!"
She wrinkled her nose. "Heather, you aren't exactly in a position to make demands."
"I'll tell you the other person on the island that seems to have eyes for you."
Izzy's eyes went wide. "You mean Owen?"
"Someone other then Owen. Someone who has been drawing pictures of you…" She looked at me puzzled. Maybe her insanity kept her from knowing that Gwen was, or had, been drawing things about her. "Is it you?"
I frowned at the redhead. "No."
"Tell Izzy now!"
"Let us have your vote, and don't tell anyone at the next voting ceremony, and THEN I'll tell you."
She looked in the air, trying to weight the consequences and benefits.
"Can I shag that person?"
"I don't care." I flippantly remarked. However, I instantly took it back. "Preferably yes though." If Izzy did that to Gwen…oh that would teach the Goth girl about finding out about Lindsey's and My secret. Sick the crazy girl on her.
"Cool! I'll do it!"
Lindsey was already re-dressed, but was still backed up against one of the walls. "Now can you GO!" I asked Izzy, almost shouting the last word.
"Sure! Everyone else will be coming shortly!" She forewarned.
Grabbing my own clothing, and starting to re-apply them, I looked at Lindsey. "There. Now we don't have to kill her."
"How…How did you?"
"Lindsey, She is a sheep. She is easy to manipulate. Everyone here is. Why else do you think we've not been eliminated yet?"
"Because you and I are good at challenges?"
I eye-rolled. Yes. I was. Lindsey wasn't in very many of them. "Yeah. Whatever. Lets just get some sleep. I'm sorry that we were interrupted."
"It's okay. Maybe another time."
"Maybe then. Just maybe." I echoed back to the blonde.
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