The Salty Sea Air was invading Jack's nostrils as he sat by the small shack/house where a boat was meant to stop at. It was just so thick on the way, despite much of the nearby water being fresh on the order of Amy's parents. Ah. Then there's the matter of the girl who had invited him to her island in the first place. He pulled out the picture of her enclosed in the envelope from before. He had confirmed no pedophile or other person lived on this island. So he was safe.

He started at the picture a bit. The girl was more than cute. She was like some kind of Sex Goddess. The image made him wish he was right there, across from her. The feelings he suddenly had manifested in his pants. Cursing an 'Oh Shit!' he tried to hide it, and calm himself down, hoping to god Amy didn't come out of nowhere and see it. He started to relax, and eventually, followed a path towards the girl's island mansion. The path seemed faint and he feared it could be hidden by the jungle overnight. At least he had a safe place to stay that night, with a caring, beautiful girl to help him.

And boy was he wrong.

At the door a man awaited him, tall and rather handsome, his head nodding with approval as Jack walked his way upto the house.
"Good day to you, sir," he said with complete cordiality, bowing graciously. "Allow me to take your things. Your room is set up and a light luncheon awaits you."
With that the man led him the large house, where the first room, a large hallway, was enough to take your breath away. There was a large staircase with dominated the centre, leading up to the upper floor was the room was lined with large varse and tasteful flower arrangements. Not so girlie as homely.
When Jack was taken into the dining area, he would see a beautifully laid table, complete with cold meats and bread for sandwiches, salad items, soup and rolls and even desert.
There was enough food for an army, yet there was only Jack in the room, and two maids who curtseyed to him.
"I shall leave you to eat, sir," said the man, gesturing to a seat at the table. It was lined with enough for at least 20. "I shall take your things to your room."
With that the butler left, leaving Jack with the food at his disposal and with no other company.

As Jack handed away his things, he nodded in response mostly, never really wanting to speak. When he saw the food, he blinked, and rubbed his eyes. a Light Luncheon the the man said? Rich people must have had huge stomaches. plopping himself into a seat, he started slowly taking food so he could eat. He looked around to see if the star of the show, Amy, would be eating with him. He felt oddly tired, so he tried eating more, hoping all the chewing and such would keep him awake, as he sipped some of his tropical juice.

It was a couple of minutes before the butler was back, this time pausing at he door to make an announcement.
"May I present...." he began but a gentle voice behind him cut him off.
"I don't believe we have to be so formal, Dashall," it said and a girl stepped around him, wearing a light summer dress.
It was the same girl from the picture she had sent, though she was wearing more than she had in it. Her dress came halfway down her upper thigh and clung to her chest, showing her figure beneath.
"I am sorry I could not greet you personally," she said, tilting her head to one side and giving him a sweet smile. "I didn't know you had arrived until Dashall informed me. It is nice to meet you. My name is Amy."
She stepped forward, walking across the small distance and taking a chair just to his right, Dashall pulling it out for her.
"I hope the food is to your liking. I wasn't sure what you would prefer."
Her smile was sweet and her voice kind.
"Was your journey alright? I hope you didn't find it too long or boring."

Jack was starting to get that feeling in his pants he had just from looking at the photo from earlier. He made sure she wouldn't notice it, and tried to smile. The Absence of any other outsider had him a bit suspicious though.

"Oh....well, I guess Its good. There's so much of it. And I suppose the ride was okay...I mean, a little salty air never hurt anyone."

He looked around once more, only seeing Dashall and Amy.

"I guess I came earlier than the other boys, right?" Asked Jack. "The date printed on my letter must have been a mistake. I'm sorry..."

Amy gave him a gentle smile, her full attention on him as if he were the most fascinating person she'd ever met.
She didn't answer, appearing not to hear him as she took think drink brought from one of the maids, a creamy kind of orange.
"I am pleased you were able to come," she said, before taking a sip. "I thought maybe, once you've finished you might care to take a tour. I understand if you're tired, of course. You are welcome to go straight to your room."
She ran a hand through the side of her hair then shook her head.
"Please treat the servants as your own, ask them for anything you need. They are here to make your stay as pleasurable as is possible."
Amy turned her head to look to Dashall.
"I shall retire to the Varanda," she told him, letting him pull her seat out for her as she stood. "Ensure that Jack's ever need is catered for."
She turned back to him again, now stood and said, "please enjoy your meal. I'll be outside should you wish to find me. Dashall will show you to your room if you would like, or you can join me and I'll show you around."

Jack let out a mighty yawn before the girl spoke, a weak smile on his face. His strong willpower was trying to keep him awake.

"I guess I can join you until I really get tired..."

The boy turned, and stood up straight, heading towards Amy with one more yawn. He never felt this tired before, but he decided to keep the blame on the sea travel. And his slight boredom from not having played any video games recently, or practiced Karate.

"I mean, After all. I think I should learn how the place works If I'm gonna be your boyfriend...don't wanna get lost on the first date, hm?..."

He started rubbing his eyes, hoping he wasn't being rude by not going to bed and taking the tour later when he wouldn't be yawning and such. What kept him up at the moment was his desire to be near the girl, and hopefully sneak a feel, before returning to doing his best to be a gentleman.

Amy turned, suddenly very close to him, her hand pressing against his chest. She was so close, almost too close. She was inches away from him, just for a few moments, then smiled, stepping back.
"You look exhausted, Jack," she said, tilting her head and giving her a warm smile. "I suggest bed for now. I would be a terrible hostess if I allowed you to be around me in such a state. I might even think I were boring you."
She clasped her hands in front of her.
"Let me show you to your room," she said, walking ahead of him, Dashall just behind them. "I can manage, Dashall."
"My lady, I..." began Dashall, but she just laughed and gave a small wave.
"Jack is not about to pounce on me, just because I am entering his bedroom," she said teasingly, giving Jack a sly wink.
Dashall had no choice but to leave Amy to lead Jack up the long staircase. She walked slowly, as if antisipating that he might be too tired to walk too quickly.
"Your bedroom will not be far from mine," she said as they reached the landing. "I hope it will be okay for you."
She walked around the landing and down past three doors, eventually pausing at one and pushing it open, stepping inside and beckoning him to follow.
It was a large and grand suite, boasting it's own sitting area as well as four poster bed.
"You have an en-suite bathroom," she said, walking further in and opening another door, showing a stunning bathroom in turquoise, black and white and fitted with both shower and a large bath, as well as toilet.
"The bath has a jacuzzi button," she said, pointing to a silver button, before stepping smartly back into the room and smiling at him gently.
"I am sorry about this. It must seem all a little strange. I'll explain more when you wake, but please rest a while."
She passed him, pausing next to him to whisper, "I'll see you later."
Then she was gone, the door closing softly and leaving him.

Jack was having a hard enough time trying to remember half the things she mentioned. When the girl left, he took off his shoes and socks, and hopped into bed, ready to sleep like a rock. His bags were not far, but he didn't notice. He just pulled the blanket up, and drifted off to sleep, leaving himself and the room open for a sneaky burglar. He felt far too at ease by the kindness of his hostess.

Amy sat in her room, in a secret room beyond the normal room, which held her monitor screens. They showed her every rooms and were the best cameras money could buy. They were too small to be seen and even had microphones in.
She watched Jack with amusement, tilting her head as he removed his footwear and then fell asleep. She touched the screen, as if wishing to touch him in reality.
Well of course, that was simple enough.
She remained there, still and silent, watching his chest rise and fall. She heard a knock on her own door but ignored it intently, not wishing to be disturbed.
After what felt like an age to her, she could bare it no longer. Moving out of her own room, she stole down to his, slipping inside. He was still completely asleep and she caught her breath as she stood, her back against the wall, gaizing at him. He was here, with her. All her dreams, everything she'd planned for months, had come together and lay upon the bed.
Slowly, being a quiet as she could, she moved over to him in the bed. She wondered if she dare lay next to him, snuggle up close and feel his body pressed against hers, feel the contours of his body that his clothes concealed, but that would not be proper. He would soon be hers, forever.
Giving a smile, she slipped out once more.

The weather was beautiful on the Island and Amy had decided to be patient. She had waited this long. A little longer would be fine. Just a little though.
She'd told Dashall to remain stationed not too far from Jack's room, posing as cleaning or whatever, and to escourt him to her upon leaving his room.
She sighed again, wishing she'd treated herself to one touch, just one, but she shook herself. That was not part of the plan.

During Amy's time in Jack's room, he had what could be considered a nightmare. A Voluptuous, yet demonic being was hovering over him, watching with a sadistic smile, mimicking the rich, psycho young lady's every movement. nearly perfectly. Except when she slipped away, the being in his dream was closer, reaching for his neck and groin. Why it was doing this baffled him. Was it pleasure, or murder?...

Or both?

-

Jack eventually got up to stretch, walking into the bathroom and washing up, shower included (she did have those cameras. Might as well leave her a peepshow. XD). He dressed in a new set of clothes, a simple green T-shirt and gray shorts, as he exited to find Dashall ready to lead him off to the young lady awaiting him.

"Let's go..." he spoke. "I hope I haven't kept her waiting too long..."

Dashall gave him a polite smile.
"Not at all her instructions were to let you sleep as long as you liked," said Dashall, bowing to him and then leading him back down the stairs, and through the house.
They passed through several large rooms, ending up in a conservatory filled with flowers. Dashall pushed back some of the larger leaves, exposing a set of French doors that were wide open and showed Amy sitting just beyond them, her back to them and a book perched in her hands.
"Master McCoy," he announced, making Amy jump slightly but she smiled all the same.
"How are you feeling?" she said, quickly standing, as if remaining seated would be rude. "I hope the room is to your liking and the bed was good enough for you to rest properly."

"It was great." Replied Jack, with a light blush on his cheeks. Now that he was awake, he could admire Amy's looks for real. He walked over to the girl, and bowed slightly. "Is there anything you'd like to do?" He asked. "If it involves water, I guess I'm game. The weather is really hot today, but Its all up to you. If you don't want to do anything right now, then If I may ask, do you have any video games? maybe some movies, or a gym?"

To the boy, it seemed as if Amy's clothing was shorter than last time. But he was just a Teen with Hormones.

He stood there, awaiting the girl's answer. The shorts he had on were actually swim trunks, just incase swimming was in her interests.

She gave him her best smile and looked to Dashall.
"Tell Dashall which games you'd like and then, since you've suguested it, lets go for a swim," she said, and this time the gentle smile was one of teasing. "And if you could leave us a couple of towels here once you've done. I'll go and get changed."
She rose and grinned, moving past Dashall smoothly. Dashall pulled a pen and paper from his pocket.
"If you'd write it down, sir," he said. "There is a gym on the second floor and a screening room with popcorn in the basement, so as to give the cinema feel. I will show you those later."
He waited for Jack to make a note. Anything Amy wanted, her father had said to Dashall. Anything.

"Whoa. Thank you Dashall. I'll be sure to check them out..." He nodded to the butler. He recalled the few times he saw Amy in school. The only swimsuit he saw her in was the uniform for Gym. He scratched down a couple titles, new and old, ranging from Dead Island and Warhammer 40k for PS3, to Double Dragon and Bad Dudes for NES.

"There's only a few titles. I guess I'd rather not feel too at home..."

-

The boy was then alone in one of Amy's pools, the indoor one specifically. He didn't feel much for the beach right now, and it looked like it was going to rain outside. He played around underwater mostly, his back turned and open for a surprise attack.

Suddenly there was a burst of water hitting the back of his head and a giggle.
Amy was stood on the side of the pool, wearing a simple bikini, all black, halter neck and hip hugging bottoms. She was stood by the side of the pool, grinning and holding what looked like a large water gun.
"Gotcha," she said with a grin, pumping it again and aiming for him in the face. Once she'd shot, she placed the gun onto the side, before sliding into the pool and swimming upto him. "Sorry, but I love water guns. And real guns for that matter. We have a shooting range here. I'm getting pretty good."
She blushed slightly.
"Hardly feminine, I know. I just think it's a good way of releasing pent up energy, you know?"
She was moving closer to him, straightening as she got within a few metres of him. This part of the water was only up to her shoulders.
"So, why did you say yes, to the invitation I mean," she said, moving slowly around him. "You didn't have to, but you did."

Jack nearly shut his eyes, and tucked his knees under his butt like a dead motherfucker, but realized it was just Amy. The water in her gun was cold, so he figured he was dying in some weird way. When the girl mentioned her shooting range, he mentally gulped. But her body was fine.

"Yeah. What about Martial arts? I'm scared of your fine accuracy now though." He asked. Then Amy wondered why he came in the first place.

"I guess I'm just the school geek. I get into fights alot with jocks and stuff. I never really had a real girlfriend. Call me a dork for trying to win you of all people over. So yeah, I really shouldn't have came at all..."

Amy slowed her progress, moving so she was stood in front of him, a warm smile on her face.
"Don't say that," she said softly. "I'm glad you came."
There was an intensity there, she was looking at him without looking away, her eyes locked on him. Then she gave a little laugh and swum backwards slight.
"Those boys, those football players and sports stars," she said, shaking her head. "They think they can have anything, just because their brain is their smallest muscle. If they cared to exercise it, they would understand that there is more to life than running around and causing trouble. Girls like a boy with a mind of his own."
She was now a little further away from him, so she straightened and smiled.
"Shooting isn't hard. I imagine, with all those games you've played that you'd be very good if you tried, but you look like the sort of person who is too sweet to be violent. Am I right, Jack?"

Jack chuckled. "Thanks. And I guess you're right. Maybe I don't have the most muscle in my arms, but I've got it in the places that count. My Mind, and most importantly, I suppose my heart!"

He thought about what she said about video games. "I play shooters, but not as often as I do beat'em ups and fighting..."

He started swimming over to her, admiring her body. "I don't like to get too violent. Maybe for sport, but...rare circumstances. let's leave it at that. So, I told you why I came. Why did you invite me? I'm sure there were dozens of people like myself that were just as easy to find. Out of them all, It had to be me?..."

He tried to move back to give the girl some space, but he drifted too close, and their bodies were against eachother, causing Jack to turn red. he tried to move his legs, as it was he was chest to chest, and didn't want it to be crotch to crotch.

Amy didn't back away just smiled and put her arms so that she hands were clasped just behind his neck.
"You say it like there are a lot of boys like you," she said, their bodies close and she had no intention of being the first to move this time, just looking at him with her large eyes. "You make it out like a girl like me would never be interested in someone like you."
She enjoyed his going red, mostly because that showed a degree of innocence and naivety. He was perfect.
""Don't you think I'm good enough for you?" she countered, her voice very serious.

"G-Good Enough?! you're TOO good! It's me that should be worrying..." He replied, as his hands guided themselves around her too. They slipped downwards, and his thumbs got into her swimwear, and was slowly slipping off. He quickly tried to get them out.

"T-The water's too cold now." He pleaded. "I think I should practice my Karate in the gym now. Why don't we spend some time together at dinner or something?"

The boy was about to die that moment. secretly, when he accidentally almost pulled her clothes off, he wanted to keep going right there and then. Amy was really difficult to deny.

She gave him a roguish grin, her hands hadn't moved and she certainly hadn't tried to stop him. Then, when he mentioned leaving, her face looked for a moment unhappy, but was it more annoyed, then the look was gone and she'd released him.
"Then I'll see you later," she said simply. "Towel is on the side."
Perhaps somewhat hurt, maybe even disappointed, Amy turned and dove beneath the water, swimming away from him. She resurfaced a little way away but began swimming lengths almost as if he was already gone.

Jack got out of the water, and took the towel, heading for the gym. Eventually he remembered where Dashall said it was, and he had found it, changing into a pair of pants, and wristbands, just striking a punching bag for a bit. Amy didn't seem to mind almost doing it right there in the pool. If only he had acted sooner in that case. What was he thinking?! Her parents, whenever they'd come back, could probably catch them and put his head on a pike.

-

Halfway through, he forgot something that he left back in his room, heading back, he came across a small light seeping out of a wall, close to the floor. A Secret door. Looking quickly left and right, he zipped in, and locked the door, coming across a dark room illuminated only by the light of several monitors.

That. Was Creepy. They all looked like security based cameras, but some were placed in awkward locations, like the shower. HIS room's shower. he noticed another hidden door. opening it and looking, one candle alone was lit, showing a small, but ever growing shrine dedicated to him. He could tell because a large version of his yearbook photo was in the center of it all, along with a pair of his boxers, the spare pair he kept for Gym. There was a picture of Amy with a boy, but the head was replaced with his own. He saw a small tray, with labeling tape reading 'Hair,' and some boxes labeled 'Shirts.' He also found a bottle of the same brand of cologne he used.

Horrified, he blew the candle out, and silently closed the door, hurrying back outside, making sure no one was around. He hurried off to his room to grab the thing he needed, and scurried back to the gym. He could probably say his parents needed him home or something. Right? I mean, she couldn't be immensely insane, just a little touched in the head....

He was a goner.

Dashall was carrying the box for the computer, along with a bag full of games. He passed Jack with a polite nod saying nothing and heading to set it up.
He paused at the last moment though, saying rather loudly, "Amy asked me to inform you she was at the gun range. She didn't want you to think she was being a negligent hostess."
He carried on his way, saying no more.

Jack simply blinked. Nodding to Dashall. He headed for the range. after the gunfire died down a little, he cracked the door open and peeked in to see Amy reloading. Mentally sighing relief, he closed the door behind him, and smiled. The girl seemed to be be in some kind of outfit for exercise and sports. It wasn't revealing like her bikini, but It wasn't a body suit either.

"Hey Amy…" He greeted. "I felt bad for leaving you alone at the pool. Is there some way I can make it up to you?"

That was it. If he wanted to leave, he'd at least make it on a good note, so she wouldn't cry or something. Or worse, try to kill him.