Going home

You lay with Ruth, Heather and Katy for a while, but you can't spend the night there. You call home to tell Mom you had to stay after work to "help your boss". Heh heh. Mom has no idea and doesn't dig too deep as long as you and Katy are working and making money.

While you were on the phone, Katy saw the spot you and her had made on the sheets and freaked out. Everyone there is her friend and didn't think badly of her for staining the sheets, but she's a girl and just lost her virginity, you suppose it's understandable that she felt some shame and wanted to clean it up rather than leave the embarrassing mess for Ruth to deal with. She gathered up the bedding and resolved to scrub the stain and start the wash, but being the baby of the family Mom had always done her laundry for her so Heather had to show her how to do basic linen cleaning.

You're standing in the bathroom just off her bedside at the sink cleaning up as Ruth does her weird stretching on the bed to increase the chances she gets pregnant from the sperm you just put in her womb.

"So can a lady really get pregnant at..." you say, then realize this sentence could get very dangerous for you. "At er, as a woman of a certain age?"

Ruth smirks. "Nice save. Yes, it's possible. I'm not post-menopausal yet. Realistically I should see a fertility specialist, but I don't want to put clothes on and leave the island. And I feel like if nature intends me to have a baby, then I'll just leave it to nature. But I figured a young man with your talents can give nature a boost."

You blush. You like the idea of getting a woman pregnant a lot, and Ruth seems like a safe way to fulfill that fantasy because she clearly wants a baby. Of course the two women who you're fucking but don't want to get pregnant are your age and probably fertile as turtles, but who ever said life would be easy? You kind of like the challenge of knocking up a 50-year-old woman.

"Well I'm happy to help, Ruth. I don't mind if it takes a bunch of tries."

"I bet you don't," she says with a laugh.

"Say, uh, I'd been meaning to ask," you say as you come out of the bathroom, cleaned up, "Who do I go to for people bothering me? Those losers on mopeds are always causing trouble. I'd beat them up myself but... uh... there's seven or eight of them usually."

"Hmmm," Ruth says, "The island doesn't really have police. It's an anarchy, you know. The people who settled here in the sixties were opposed to all forms of authority, including laws saying people had to wear clothes."

You shrug. Maybe you should have researched this place better before you came, but there was nothing special about it on the internet. Now you realize people have a vested interest in keeping it a secret. You can imagine this place would last about five minutes if there was a Wikipedia article describing all the depravity that went on here.

"When people are bothering me I just work out a deal with them, everyone has some business here, usually they want to supply my restaurant with seafood, or linens, or whatever it is that they do to make money. Or one of my existing suppliers will take care of it if I tell them a competitor is bothering me," she says. "If not I just have sex with them. That's what they want sometimes."

You frown. Some utopia. "Well that's what they want from me, or my sister and girlfriend at least. And I'm not letting my girls have sex with these losers... or anybody but me."

Ruth shrugs. "Guess you'll have to work something else out then," she says, "Sorry I can't really help. I can give you a job and you can use my apartment all you need, but... I'm not your mother. You wouldn't want me to have sex with them either, right?"

You shake your head no. You would have hoped Ruth would solve all of this for you, since she's old and wealthy from her restaurant, but you are getting the sense that this place really is an anarchy where a lot of stuff goes that never would be allowed back home. Ruth is nice and all, but the spirit of the island seems to be to take care of oneself and not baby people by solving their problems for them.

This place is all about freedom. But if freedom means you can do whatever you want, then other people can also do whatever they want. It can be a scary thing.

Heather and Katy are ready so you walk them home in the dark. You hold their hands, more fearful now than ever of jerks coming after them. Heather used to just have sex with them, and guys don't seem to like that you're denying them a formerly easy lay. But even worse, Katy is beautiful, 18, and as far as they know, a virgin. That makes her a hot commodity here, you're realizing. It's like you're walking around with a target on your girlfriends' back, and only now are you fully aware of it.

But you'll just have to deal with it. You're not letting these women have sex with anyone but you this summer.

Sorry for the short chapter, just an in-between one so it's not all 5,000 word mega-chapters. And I wanted to thank everyone for the comments, I probably should reply more directly but I do read and appreciate every single comment I get, it's most of the reason I write here.