Tide of Carnal Desire

Chapter 2: Fire

Taken by surprise, I fell backward right into a wet patch. “Argh,” I groaned, immediately embarrassed. Fortunately, the flight attendant, whose name tag read Euphie Grant, did not stir. I got off my ass and picked Euphie up, hurrying back toward where I had left Elsa and Yvonne. 

What a sweet sounding name, I thought as I stumbled along. I was getting tired, since this was the second adult I had picked up today. I was nowhere as fit as Euphie, whose long and toned legs flopped against my own chest and belly as I struggled to get back as soon as I could. She probably exercised quite a bit in her free time.

When I finally set Euphie down, Elsa practically jumped me. “Forrest, I was terrified! I thought I heard a wild animal!” she whimpered, burying her face in my chest.

“It’s alright, Elsa. Remember how far away the roar was? I think it’s a good distance away from us,” I consoled her.

“Really?” she asked, her voice quivering. She peered up at me, pressing herself closer. I nearly groaned. Just how many times can I get hard? I wondered desperately. If I don’t get some relief soon, I might go mad. 

“Sit down for now,” I instructed Elsa, peeling myself away with some difficulty.

“Who’s this?” Elsa asked, looking at Euphie. I had laid her next to Yvonne, who was now sitting up and checking to see if Euphie was breathing.

“She was our flight attendant. I found her right behind where I found these fish,” I told her, yanking the backpack open and handing it to her. “I need you to gut and clean them for me while I look for something to make a fire.”

“I… I don’t know how,” Elsa confessed, biting her lip. “I’ve never cooked before.” As though reacting to my incredulous stare, she put her fists on her knees, sandwiching her breasts between her arms. Oh my god, I thought. I really might die. Come on, Forrest. Pull yourself together.

“You and Yvonne watch over Euphie, then,” I gritted out. “I’ll deal with the fish.” I clenched my fists tightly, turning away to remove the fish from the backpack. Squatting down once more, I began to gut them, trying to ignore the way my erection made it uncomfortable to squat.

“I’m so hungry,” Elsa whined quietly, moving closer to me. She put her hand on my forearm, running her soft palm down to cover the back of my hand. “Can’t you just let me have something to eat first? I’ll make it worthwhile,” she promised. If not for the fact that I was beginning to feel faint from hunger, I would have thrown Elsa against the sand and had my way with her.

“You go collect some twigs and branches,” I growled, trying to sound as commanding as I could despite my frustration. Elsa’s face shifted into confusion, and she batted her eyelashes again. “We’ll use them to start a fire,” I explained, trying to be patient. “Everyone is wet and hungry, so we need to cook and keep warm.”

“Oh! I’ll get on that right away!” she chirped, nodding eagerly. She was a manager, after all. She was definitely capable of getting things done. She bounced upright and trotted off along the beach, heading further inland.

“Forrest, do you really think we’ll be rescued?” Yvonne asked plaintively. My hands stilled for a moment, thrown as I was by her question.

“At least we’re still alive, right?” I tried to inject some cheer into my voice. “We’re already pretty lucky!”

“Yeah!” Yvonne cheered, nodding firmly. “You’re going to get us out of here, right?” For the first time, I stopped to consider the situation. I had no idea if I could survive the night, let alone keep the three women alive as well. Still, this was not a time to dampen everyone’s spirits.

“Don’t worry. I’ll do my best to keep everyone alive!” I promised, and she cheered again.

“Here. I found these,” Elsa called, coming back a few minutes later. I had just finished gutting and cleaning the fish with one of the knives I had found, and I turned around to see her set down a good-sized bundle of twigs and branches. “We don’t have a lighter, though,” she complained, sounding worried. 

“I’ll take care of it,” I promised, my voice sounding strong and sure in comparison to hers. After all, I knew what I was doing. Who knew being a Boy Scout would come in handy?

Using the other knife I had picked up, I whittled one of the smaller branches down to a sharp point before digging a trench in the largest branch Elsa had gathered. Gathering up the wooden shavings that had fallen onto the sand, I heaped them in the trench before plunging the sharpened point deep into the pile. Please let this work, I prayed, seizing the branch I had sharpened between my palms. Furiously, I began rubbing my palms together, drilling the sharp bit deep into the other branch. As I rubbed faster and faster, a thin curl of smoke began rising from the wood shavings.

“It’s working!” Elsa shrieked, grabbing Yvonne tightly in delight. I repeated the motion for another minute until the shavings had well and truly caught on fire, then I fed the flames with some of the twigs Elsa had brought. Only then did I look over at the girls, who were gazing at me admiringly. 

Thank god it worked, I thought, even though I did not dare show my relief. It would not do to have Elsa and Yvonne distrust me. It would have been incredibly difficult for us to survive the night if we had no fire, since we were right next to the sea. It was going to be very cold at night, and I did not fancy surviving a plane crash only to freeze to death.

“We’ll have to feed the fire with twigs throughout the night so that it keeps going,” I began instructing both girls, but Elsa interrupted my sentence.

“You’re awesome, Forrest!” she squealed, leaping into my lap and planting a kiss right on my lips. Could I look any more like a goldfish? Perhaps not. I was quite certain that my eyes were bugging out in surprise. A little embarrassed, I ducked my head and looked over at Yvonne. She, too, was staring at me with what seemed like admiration.

 You’re going to save us, I thought I read in her eyes. Well, it was time for me to earn my keep. My hands had wrapped themselves around Elsa’s back, but I pried them off with a superhuman effort. Someone had to skewer the fish and roast them, after all.