Chapter 10: Romantic Drawing
It was nearing dusk the same day and Morgan sat just a few feet inside the jungle, drawing a picture of a beautiful tropical flower. She had Heidi laying on the ground next to her wrapped in a warm blanket to protect her from the chilly evening. Morgan had been lucky today concerning her drawing; she had found several good subjects to draw. As she sat there, lost in her art, she heard footsteps approach her.
"Where have you been?" a voice asked.
She turned around and saw Jack standing there.
"Oh, hey, Jack. I've just been walking around and drawing." Morgan replied, "Why?"
"I was worried about you. I haven't seen you hardly any all day." Jack said, kneeling down next to her.
There were several seconds of silence while Jack watched Morgan put the finishing touches on her drawing of the flower.
"I didn't know you could draw that good." Jack said, watching her closely.
"I've always loved to draw." Morgan said.
"What sorts of things do you like to draw?" Jack asked.
"Anything that makes a good subject." Morgan answered as she flipped to the very first page of her sketch book.
As she turned the pages one by one, Jack was astonished by her skill. The pages of her sketch book were filled with colorful, skillfully-drawn pictures of plant-life, animal-life, scenery, and the Survivors doing various things; many times they didn't even know they were being drawn.
"These are wonderful." Jack said.
"Thanks." Morgan said, "I think you'd make a good drawing subject."
"I would?" Jack asked.
"Of course. You've got great features." Morgan said, tracing her index finger over Jack's jawline.
Jack smiled and looked at the ground, starting to blush.
"Would you like me to draw you?" Morgan asked.
"If you want to." Jack said.
"How 'bout tonight?" Morgan asked.
"Sounds fine." Jack said, "Is there any particular way you want me to pose or anything you want me to wear?"
After a moment of thought, a sneaky smile spread across Morgan's face.
"Yeah. I want you to lay on the sand in your tent and all I want you to wear is your skin." she said.
"You want to draw me...naked?" Jack asked, surprised.
"Oh, yeah." Morgan said.
"All right. Meet me tonight in the tent?" Jack agreed.
"Sure. Should be interesting." Morgan said, giving Jack a sneaky little wink as she picked up Heidi and got up and walked off...
...later on that night.
Morgan half sat, half layed on a small 'lounge' made of airplane seat cushions and blankets in Jack's tent, sharpening her colored pencils with a small pocket knife. The night air was clean and cool and the sound of the waves crashing against the sandy shore outside was relaxing. Heidi lay asleep in a bundle of blankets next to the 'lounge'. Just then, Jack stepped inside the tent with a beach towel wrapped around his waist. He had no shirt on.
"You ready to draw?" he asked.
"If you are." Morgan answered.
Jack smiled and dropped the beach towel. Morgan's breath caught in her throat when she saw Jack. To her, Jack was the perfect figure of a man...not just a wanna-be little boy, but a man. His whole body was slightly muscle-tones. His tattoos only made him look sexier. His manhood was long and large.
"O-over there." Morgan said, pointing to a towel layed a few feet away on the sand.
Jack walked over and layed down on his side with his head propped on his hand.
"Hold still." Morgan said as she began drawing.
She drew the outline first, then added color. Her pencil scratched across the white paper with expert skill in a careful hand. It took a little over an hour to complete the drawing.
"You can move now." Morgan said when she finished.
Jack got up and walked over o Morgan and sat down beside her.
"That's great." Jack said when he saw the drawing.
The drawing was a perfect picture of him. Morgan set the sketch pad aside and turned back around to Jack. They sat there for the longest time, just looking into each other's eyes and exploring each other's mind. Once again, Morgan saw in Jack's eyes a good, kind man who just wanted a woman to love him. Morgan decided to let Jack know what it was like to have a woman who loved him for who he was. She placed her hand on his knee and slowly slid her hand up his leg to the inside of his thigh. Jack sucked in his breath suddenly as Morgan's hand found its destination: Cupped gently around his manhood. Jack slowly exhaled to relax himself.
"What do you say?" Morgan asked.
"Are you sure?" Jack asked.
"Don't you want to?" Morgan asked.
Jack turned around to directly face Morgan and took her hands in his.
"You see, the thing is: I don't want to hurt you. I know what you've been through and...I-I love you and I would rather die than hurt you." Jack explained sincerely.
"Jack..." Morgan said as she placed her hand to his cheek, "I love you, too, and you won't hurt me. I trust you."
"You're sure?" Jack asked.
"Yes." Morgan said.
With that, Morgan and Jack leaned in and kissed again. Morgan took Jack's hands and placed them at the base of her black tank top. Taking the gesture, Jack lifted the tank top over Morgan's head and tossed it aside. Morgan wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and, kissing the whole time, they layed down on the 'lounge'. Jack leaned up and slid Morgan's lime-green jogging pants down her slender legs, but left her panties on. He tossed the pants aside and leaned back down to kiss Morgan. Morgan's hands wandered from Jack's stubbled face, down his strong chest and across firm abdomen to his manhood. She gently gripped his manhood in her hand, marvaling at its thickness. Jack closed his eyes and grunted as Morgan moved her hand over him slowly...agonizingly slowly. Morgan smiled as she felt Jack suddenly harden in her hand. She removed her hand and slid her hands down Jack's back and spread her legs apart so Jack lay between them. Jack rocked his hips against hers and groaned at the friction it caused. Both of them so wished to remove the barrier that Morgan's panties caused, but they knew it was dangerous to be pregnant on this island; this would have to do for now. Jack placed passionate kisses down the side of Morgan's neck and over her bare, full breasts. Morgan moaned and kissed the top of Jack's head and Jack moved his head up to be level with hers. The next thing Jack knew was that he and Morgan were engaged in a bruising kiss and he was suddenly on his back. Morgan had flipped him over and she was now straddling him.
"You're full of surprises." Jack said.
"Oh, you have no idea." Morgan said.
Morgan rocked her hips against Jack's and Jack thrust upward. Morgan leaned down and kissed Jack, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Jack reached his hand btween them and teased at the elastic of Morgan's panties, finally getting past it he gently massaged her and Morgan gasped in ecstasy. She slowly rocked her hips against his hand and groaned as Jack found that one perfect spot and it drove her over the edge. By now, both of them were covered in sweat and just hovering over the edge of completion. Morgan also reached between them and touched Jack in just the right way and it didn't take long before they both fought the urge to cry out in pleasure. Jack groaned loudly as he spilled himself between them. When they caught their breath, they just looked at one another and giggled. Morgan lay down beside Jack and he covered them with a blanket.
"Well? How was it?" Jack asked.
"Great." Morgan said, smiling.
"You don't see any room for improvement?" Jack asked, slightly afraid of what Morgan would say.
"Nope." Morgan said.
Jack released the breath he didn't realize he was holding. Before they crashed on the Island, near the end of his and Sarah's relationship, they had come together on night and 'did it' in hopes of restoring their relationship, and things didn't exactly go well for Jack and Sarah had gotten very upset. She had called him an 'impotent, little wimp' and ever since then, Jack had been afraid of what another woman would think of him.
He and Morgan slept together that night and they knew that that was a turning point in their relationship. Jack couldn't help but feel a bit proud of himself; he had finally proven to a woman that he was an 'able' man who could love.