Trapped On Tropical Island

A week later, Sly Walker was pacing down his office when he decided that he was ready for sex. He re-called that back in high school when he was a fifteen year-old freshman and she was a nineteen year-old senior, they befriended each other. When Sly reached the age of eighteen and Vicky reached the age of twenty-one, their relationship became sexual and was probably frowned on, but neither of them, especially Sly, cared. He just thought that the six years of friendship followed later by the mature decision of a sexual relationship was interesting; that decision was made somewhere between 2007, when they first met, and 2013.

Sly Walker asked his wife if she wanted to have intercourse. Surprised over her husband’s proposition, Vicky Jackson accepted once Sly mentioned that he had condoms. She mentioned that she had been on the pill for three months and had a backup supply of condoms for herself.

The two walked into the bedroom and locked the door and then spent several minutes in somewhat awkward silence. After all, they both were still virgins. Finally Vicky asked her husband if he wanted to go first and he suggested they flip a coin. She agreed and it was decided that heads would make it Sly and tails would make it Vicky. When the coin landed, Sly joked, “Well, looks like you lost,” and Vicky smiled as she removed her shoes. Sly followed by sneakily removing one shoe and his wife began to remove her socks, but once she noticed her husband with one shoe on, she pulled her socks back up. It took her a couple minutes to notice Sly’s trick.

“Almost got me,” she said.
“Well it did show a subtle sign that I’m smarter than you.”
“I suppose so.”

Caught, Sly removed his other shoe and she removes her socks. He followed with both socks and not the one-at-a-time scenario he was doing last time.
After removing her shirt, she waited for him to do the same and he says, jokingly, “Well cutie, looks like you have an advantage.” It takes a few seconds, maybe a minute, for Vicky to catch on and when she does she replies, seductively, “Yes I do.”

Sly removed his shirt and Vicky followed by unlocking her bra. While she removed that article of clothing, she said, seductively, “I bet you have a great hard-on under there. I hope the condom will fit.”
“Yes I do,” her husband replied, dropping his boxers.
“I thought so,” she replied, slipping out of her panties.

 She was admiring his body, particularly his chest hair and erect penis, while he was admiring her body particularly her breasts and vagina. They were both totally naked as they eye each other as if daring the other to step forward and continue.

Finally Sly, after several awkward moments, said, “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. We don’t have to follow tradition and there’s that fucking stereotype that males only care about sex and nothing else. I hate that stereotype! However, it’s not fulfilling the stereotype for a man to be interested in sex along with a number of other things. I’m interested in running my own company for example with you as my right-hand. In that way I regard you as an equal. You know, my dear, I won the lottery and began this company with the assistance of the Professor.”

“You did that,” Vicky replied, understanding her husband. “And you do have a point. We couldn’t screw on Tropical Island since we didn’t have protection and you don’t want to make a big deal out of having intercourse now. Sex isn’t the way to rites of passage. It’s the way to the common stereotype that guys only care about sex, but we don’t have to do that. We can just have a suggestive make out session, maybe even in the pool. Or we could just simply snuggle in the bed. It’s getting late.”

The two continued to discuss the topic. It was mentioned that Spike and Drusilla had sex less than a week ago, which did not mean they had to. The full moon shone down from a window as the lovers serious suggestively necked each other and stroking each other’s hair. Vicky’s was long and red, while Sly’s was short and black. Their green eyes met and Sly made a joke about coming down with lycanthrope.

“Excuse me,” his wife asked.
“We’ll I do have chest hair.”
“I see what you mean, Mr. Werewolf.”
“And your breasts are something is something I would like to sink my teeth into.”
“That’s great Mr. Vampire.”
“I’m half vampire and half werewolf, but sexier than both,” her husband said, smiling seductively at his wife.
“Oh you are.”
“For males it’s chest hair with werewolves and sex with vampires, but for females it’s the menstrual cycle with werewolves and sex with vampires.”
“You’re absolutely right,” Vicky Jackson replied. “How do you know the metaphors?”
“I looked them up on the Internet,” Sly Walker replied. “Everything’s on the Internet.”

The two laughed and then there was silence for several minutes. Then Vicky said, “Come closer, my love. I want that prick of yours inside my pussy.”
Sly walked towards her with his erect penis looking at her breasts and vagina as he circled his wife and whispered in her ear, “Are you sure, my love. Because once it’s done, there is no going back. Your virginity will be lost forever.”

“I’m ready.”
“Is the pill still working?”
“Yes,” she replied, eying her husband. “Do you have a condom?”
“I have several just in case one breaks.”
“Then we’re set.”
“Yeah, just as soon as I check my medicine,” Sly replied. He came back a few minutes later and asked Vicky how she wanted to do it.
“Perhaps the missionary position will do.”
“Ah, the classic way,” Sly said, as his eyes lit up. “I’ll be dominant.”
“Yeah,” the American female said, “until I flip you.”
“I’ll flip you right back over.”
“Will you?”
“Oh I will. You can count on that.”
“I seriously dought that,” Vicky replied, lying on the bed and waiting for her husband, but he did not move. “What’s the problem?”
“My heart’s beating so fast.”
“Mine too. It’s normal. Now slip that condom on and come closer.”
Slowly and cautiously, Sly Walker moved closer towards Vicky Jackson as he put the condom on his fully erect penis.
“You do realize this will not necessarily bring you to climax.”
“I know, but so what. It’s not the most important thing right now.”
“So be it, my dear,” Sly said, as he layed down on top of his wife and began to give her lots to clitoral stimulation before he penetrated her. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly as he swung his right leg over her, but he did not penetrate her – not yet. Finally she opened them up and said, “I guess it’s time for foreplay.”
“I guess it is,” he replied kissing her gently on the lips. She kissed him back as he uttered a low growl, but she continued to kiss him. Soon moved his head away from her and started necking her. The passion was heating up and soon he “bit” his partner’s neck.
“What do you think you are doing,” Vicky asked.
“Nothing,” Sly replied.
“Whatever, just don’t bite too hard. Do you want some wine?”

He accepted and she poured some for him and then herself. Then the two lovers sat quietly gently stroking each other’s hair.
“You know,” suggested Vicky, “we can just have a suggestive make out session, maybe even in the hot tub. Or we could just simply snuggle in the bed. It's getting late."
“So it is,” Sly replied, looking outside. There was a full moon outside. “Do you want to go skinny dipping under it?”
“Sure,” Vicky agreed, and the two lovers headed out to the hot tub and climbed in. The full moon shown down from a window in the mansion as the lovers necked each other, suggestively. They spent about fifteen minutes doing this before heading back inside and drying off.
“Okay,” said the American male, “let’s make this simple – we’ll have the man be on top.”
“Alright, Sly, but don’t be surprised when things change during while we fuck.”

“‘Sure,’ Vicky agreed, and the two lovers headed out to the hot tub and climbed in. The full moon shown down from a window in the mansion as the lovers necked each other, suggestively. They spent about fifteen minutes doing this before heading back inside and drying off.” (Page 200)

”There is my medical condition we have to take into account, but I also hear that people who do have seizures have normal sex lives and do not suffer from sexual difficulties. In short, I don’t think it’s anything to worry about, but we should keep an eye on me just in case I start to shake.”
“Of course,” the American female replied. “Also, screwing is all about having fun.”
“That’s correct Vicky. It’s not simply animal lust though I’m sure eons ago, it started out that way.”

The two lovers entered the mansion and walked into the bedroom as Sly Walker got out a new condom just to be on the safe side. He was about to put it on when his wife suggested that it would be more erotic if she did it. He agreed and she got up to put the condom on her husband.

Vicky Jackson layed back down and as he climbed on top of her Sly Walker said, “I need you to do is to guide my cock into your pussy.”
“Sure thing, stud,” his wife replied slowly moved her hands along her husband’s chest until she found his erect penis. Grabbing it gently in both hands, she carefully moved it into position making sure she did not remove or break the condom.

Knowing that Sly had already given her lots of clitoral stimulation, Vicky decided to do some close body contact. She put her legs out and close together as soon as the intercourse had begun, which was immediately, in order to gain maximum stimulation. The two lovers moaned loudly as Sly Walker began his thrusts. To take a more active role, the American female decided to wrap her legs around the American male, thus helping to control the tempo and depths of his thrusts.

“Are you alright,” Sly asked as he moaned.
“Yeah,” Vicky replied, moaning herself. “Do you still have the condom working?”
“I believe so.”
“Good. Then let’s continue.”

As they were finishing up, the American female was keeping her legs open but having them flat on the bed and managed to enable her lover to focus with her on intimacy, gentle stroking and face-to-face contact rather than frenetic sexual activity.
“Well that was sex,” Sly Walker finally said.
“Yeah,” said Vicky Jackson, unsure of what to make it of it and neither did her husband. For a while, neither of them moved from under the covers. Finally the two lovers just gave up and snuggled comfortably in each other’s arms. Soon they were fast asleep.

***

The next day, Sly walked up to the Professor and said, “I think it’s time we had the Talk.”
“That goes for us too,” Vicky said to her mother upon entering.
“Now,” Professor Ray Korenev and Doctor Samantha Jackson asked in unison.
“Now; believe us,” the two lovers said in unison, “it’s going to be as hard for me as it will be for you.”
The Professor led Sly to his office and locked the door behind them, while Doctor Jackson led Vicky into Vicky’s bedroom and locked the door behind them.

***

In the Professor’s office, Sly and the Professor were seated at a desk and were absolute silence as if each one dared the other to start. Finally the Professor managed to ask, “Well, did you use a condom?”
“Oh God, yes,” Sly said, grabbing his head. “I can’t believe you asked me that.”
“Well I’m sorry, but I had to. If you’re going to have intercourse, then you’ve got to do it safe. What about Vicky?”
“She was on the pill.”
“Oh thank God. You have to be careful about unplanned pregnancies. Even someone your age wouldn’t want to knock up a girl.”
“Particularly the first time,” Sly said.
“You’re a smart one Sly,” the Professor said. “You know to outsmart your opponent rather than to use mussel.”
“I do,” replied Sly and exited.

***

Back in Vicky’s bedroom, the two finished up their talk by Doctor Jackson saying, “Keep on that pill.”
“I will,” her daughter replied.
The two had also gone through birth control and pregnancy.