The next day was a blur of activity. After breakfast the entire community gathered to help with the boat project. We divided into two groups: one, headed by Patricia, concentrated on collecting palm leaves and weaving them into matting to later sew into sails. The other, captained by Horace, chopped trees and bamboo in order to create a framework to lash on top of the raft. This would allow a rigid structure onto which we would attach mast and sails, rigging, rudder, and daggerboards. Patricia had designed the thing on a piece of paper salvaged from the plane, and after showing it to Horace, he took on the carpentry tasks. The two seemed to have reached an uneasy truce; they were obviously attracted to one another, but the man’s pride and his little problem were an insurmountable obstacle between them, it seemed.

I pitched in on the building portion, while Janie and Joelle added their efforts to the sailmaking. We all put in a full morning’s work, feeling energized by the group purpose. By lunchtime we had made significant progress, and we had every hope we might be finished the next day. We broke for a meal and some rehydration, and I ate with Janie and Joelle.

Janie gave me a little hell while we lunched, telling Joelle about my nude modeling the previous evening for hand-job instruction. The lovely nurse was intrigued by the story, and seemed miffed she had missed the fun.

“God, I wish I’d been there,” she said. “I would have liked to have learned some better techniques. I’m still pretty inexperienced when it comes to men, despite the best efforts of you two. Plus, it sounds like it was a really sexy demonstration.”

“Oh, it was pretty invigorating, I’d say,” Janie laughed. “I had to get myself off to go to sleep. Dave was all used up and was no good to me.” Joelle giggled, red-faced. “But I picked up a few pointers from Tran,” Janie continued. “Maybe I can show you some time. I’m sure Dave wouldn’t mind a repeat engagement.”

No, he would most certainly not, I thought, entranced by the idea. One of my favorite two women teaching the other one how to jerk me off? How could I say no?

After lunch, the construction crews reassembled to finish the task. Now that the heavy, more labor-intensive work was done, Janie and Dkembe decided that they could spare Joelle and me, and most of the kids, for the sex-ed lesson I had proposed yesterday. After I had explained to Joelle and Dkembe my concerns about the ignorance of some of the younger island-dwellers, combined with increasing sexual activity in our community, they agreed that we needed to get pretty explicit about the facts of life, and more importantly the facts of unexpected pregnancy. So the two of us in our capacity as medical professionals were assigned to the task.

Seeing as how the main beach was taken up by all the activity surrounding the boat-building, I decided we needed to find an alternative location in order to be undisturbed. Pondering the subject matter, and recalling Joelle’s recent arousal while hearing about my exploits with Tran the day before, I got a notion that would make the whole process a little more interesting.

“Let’s all head over to the other beach,” I said. “We’ll have some peace and quiet over there.” Grabbing some towels and blankets to sit on, we trooped to the forest to the other side of the island.

Our students consisted of all the younger folks on the island, with the exception of Emily. God knew she needed no further instruction regarding the birds and bees; Mary and Danielle had that angle covered pretty well. Joelle and I led them to the eastern beach and emerged from the jungle at the cubby.

“This is the nude beach,” said William slyly. “Should we take off our clothes?” He eyed the girls hopefully as he said it.

“Yes, I think so,” I said. “After all, we’re here to learn about the human body. You might as well see it.”

“What?!” Joelle said incredulously. “You want us to do this naked?”

I felt a little bad springing it on her, but I knew if she’d had time to think about it she would have freaked out even more.

I looked at her seriously. “Joelle, we’re on a tropical island. It’s always at least 80 degrees. We have a limited amount of clothing, and we’re wearing less and less of it every day. We’re here to teach the kids about sex. I think we can agree that nudity is not that unreasonable under the circumstances.”

“I…. I guess,” she said hesitantly. “It’s just, I’ve never been to this beach. I mean, not naked—during the day. And not in front of other people.” I could tell she was now remembering our night here with Janie, but I understood what she meant.
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And, unfortunately that’s as far as I can go. Apparently, due to the new more aggressive content restrictions, the remainder of this chapter, and the last 6 in the series (already nearly done!) are no longer deemed appropriate for publication on this site.

After all these months of work, and all the support I’ve received, it seems a shame to stop now, but that’s the way it goes. If anyone has any ideas on where I can publish the complete series let me know in the comments. Otherwise I may try to follow one of AnnaSiciliana’s suggetions from her last post. If I find a home for the story, I’ll pass word on here.

I’ve got a couple of ideas for short stories that may end up here in the future.

Thanks for reading!

Paperbackwriter

(PS–I assume that’s where chapters 9,10 and 11 went: the censor’s trash bin)