Jen shook as she walked, a sense of deep shame clouding over her.
She couldn't believe what she had done, about an hour or so prior to that moment.
It wasn't supposed to have happened, she reassured herself, knowing she hadn't planned it. But the haunting fact was that, it still happened, even if it wasn't intended. Either someone knew, or someone would find out, and tell him, or who knew? Maybe even she, herself, would collapse of guilt, and confess. Then… what would he do?
She knew it wasn't planned because of the fact that she went to the Jungle everyday, to visit Wada and Shea, also to receive the food product, given to her by the sprit of that area.
Everyday, she would journey there, but this day was different, breaking the normal pattern. Wada wasn't there.
As Jen walked through the door, she smiled and waved at Shea, before realizing that his father figure was absent. When she asked where he was, Shea responded that he had decided to go hunting, only Shea said it using broken English.
Nodding her head, she spoke to Shea, and they talked for a minute, before he said the words that shattered her heart, at the same time lifting it. "Looking at Jen makes me feel funny… Don't know why."
That was when her judgment flew out the window. Seeing the confused, yet admiring look on his face at his gazed at her was almost too much, she couldn't take it. That was her first mistake.
Her second, was crossing the floor swiftly, and kissing him.
After a few moments, and feeling Shea go rigid, she pulled away, and his hand flew to his lips, touching there in sheer surprise. "Wha-what… What is that?" He asked, blinking.
"That…" Jen began, "Was a kiss." She explained, gazing up at him, her mind blank of any rational thoughts.
"Oh… Kiss. Why you kiss?" Shea asked, his hand back at his side.
"We kiss to… show emotion." Jen responded, her focus on nothing other than his sleek, toned physique.
"Happy emotion?" Shea asked, learning more and more about a 'kiss' as the seconds ticked by.
Jen nodded, "Yes, good emotion. Very good." She replied.
A few moments of silence passed before Shea nodded, his eyes lighting up, "Oh!" Then he took it from there.
After a few moments of kissing him, Jen found in hard to believe that Shea hadn't known what a kiss was, 'because his were nothing but pure bliss.
Once he pulled away, his next question led to Jen's third mistake of the day, "What we do now?" And Jen pulled him back and kissed him again more passionately.
It was clear in this field Jen had the advantage.
She slipped her tongue out of her own mouth and used it to skillfully part Shea's mouth, using only the best of her 'abilities' on him, as Shea then caught on.
Their tongues danced together and then apart, and then together again, harmonious in a way only lovers could be, even if they were brand new lovers.
And after the moment Jen broke off the kiss for air, it was then clear that the beast had been unleashed in Shea, and that Wada had apparently taught him about 'mating'.
He pulled her close, this time dominating their kiss with impressive force, while also sliding her red bandana slowly down her long brown hair, and proceeding to run his hands through it, also massaging her scalp.
As he sucked on her tounge that was occupying his mouth, her breathless moan just made him sink further into the primitive state in which he had already broken into.
His hands slid from her neck down to her shoulders where her rucksack and orange jacket were next to go.
Jen didn't flinch at the sound of the heavy thump on the floor from her bag hitting the ground, and instead, pulled away, which, however, made Shea stop and grip her shoulders, reflexively, waiting for a sign to keep going. He received the signal when she began placing soft, butterfly kisses on his neck, as small taps of encouragement.
Shuddering, she noticed the hands at the hem of her shirt, sliding it up and off, as she separated from him for only a second, before returning to her task.
She didn't have much of a job, seeing, as he didn't wear a shirt, and most likely had nothing under the small bit of cloth he had wrapped around his waist, so the most she could do was to slide it down when the time was right, and enjoy the feel of his hands and mouth as they discovered her.
Sucking on his neck, Jen felt and heard Shea moan, which just drove sensible thoughts further from her mind, if they weren't far enough from her already.
Next, Jen noted, Shea seemed to have been having trouble with her bra, as he slid the straps down her shoulders, she noted, he couldn't have had much experience with them, living in the Jungle and all.
Moving away from him for a moment, he tensed once more, afraid she was going to stop him, but he grinned in achievement, as he saw the much-hated layer of cloth between him and her luscious breasts move away, and drop to the floor.
For a few moments, he just played with them, squeezing and moving them around, pressing the two together, before latching his mouth onto one, and sucking, hard.
Throwing her head back, another moan escaped her lips, this one wilder than the last, filled with more lust and pleasure. Pulling in a deep breath as he moved to the next, she decided at last, that the time was right.
Reaching a hand out in front of her, she was met with his neck, and she traced down the hard lines of his well muscled body until she got to the that tiny piece of cloth that separated him from her.
She tugged the garment down and came back up, feeling the hard tip of the erection, poke at her inner thigh, from the close proximity of the two.
Shea soon followed suit, pulling down first her pants, and slowly after a pair of plain old cotton panties.
Of course, if she had been in her right mind, Jen would have frowned that she had not had a sexier pair on, but they were on a remote island with not so much as a clothing store, which meant her options were limited.
He began to herd her towards the bed in the right hand corner of the house, and she could only happily follow.
Shoulders first, he pushed her down to the bed, hard, but with a bit of gentleness, as was his nature.
Jen shivered once more at the feeling of Shea's cool hands exploring a very heated area of her. As he began to move lower, she nearly whimpered, before reaching down and tugging his hair up.
She spread her legs open wide as both an invitation and a hint, and he grinned with anticipation, crawled up to meet her, and rested his elbows on the sides of her head, since he was so much taller.
Carefully, he brought himself down and positioned his erection at her entrance. He began slowly entering, but stopped, earning himself a pleasing whimper from his lover. "P-please." She nearly squeaked, "Now." Closing her eyes, she braced herself and waiting.
That's when she knew that the quote, 'Those who are patient will be rewarded.' Or, something like that, was insanely true.
As he filled her, she realized she hadn't been expecting it. If she hadn't been feeling an immense pleasure at that moment, she would have slapped herself on the forehead and groaned. She hadn't gotten a good look at his size before taking him on.
Once he was completely inside her, no more thoughts at all came into her mind; it was all a white-light of pure bliss.
After a few moments of being idle within her, Shea began wildly thrusting, and Jen began moving her hips to thrust in time with his, and at his incredible speed, she was having a little trouble, admittedly.
However, she caught on, with the pace. When unexpectedly to her, she heard Shea let out a long moan and then a prolonged cry of her name, and only moments after, she felt her inner muscles clench, and she fell back, panting.
As he removed himself from her, he fell over her and then moved to the side.
After a few minutes of recovering, after which the two were still exhausted, Shea spoke, "You should probably get back ranch, Jen."
She went rigid and nearly flew out of the bed, throwing on her clothes and trying to make herself look decent.
Knowing she had an excuse for dirty clothes, hair, and face, being a farmer and all, she wasn't worried about that, and since Shea had, thank the Goddess, not ripped any of her clothes or anything, she knew she was mostly safe.
She departed from a gloomy Shea, to where she was now. Hugging herself and shaking as she realized what possible repercussions those three big mistakes might have.
Jen needed to tell someone, someone who would know where she was coming from, someone who wouldn't think of her as immediately awful and terrible, and never speak to her again.
Who she needed was her best friend, the former Pop star Lanna.