Yeah! I REALLY loved this last episode, and the Budweiser Shootout, still looking forward to the Daytona 500 this coming Sunday and the next episode of TDRI! Felt bad for Brick and Anne Maria though. I might not like the Anne Maria/Vito aka Mike thing, but she was a good character, as was Brick. At least he had some respect for human life. I thought the opening bit with Chris was hilarious! "Nosy Tree Huggers!"

Anyways, this chapter isn't quite yet the culmination of the story, but well, other things will be hitting culmination point. If you know all the possible synonyms for that word, your mouths should be salivating by now. So, Zoey and Mike, what's the worst that could happen? Oh yeah, Scott! *Chris McLean styled laugh* What will happen now to our favorite love square that once again has become a love triangle, now fighting over the same girl? Will Cameron really be able to help Mike out? Can Mike finally tell Zoey about his problems? And what about Scott's plans? And why the hell am I sounding like Chris? *Another laugh* Because I like to. Find out here on Split Attractions Chapter 5, HERE WE GO!

-Total Drama Revenge of the Island-Interlude between Episodes 7 and 8-

-Scott's POV-Confessional Camera-

"The team disbandment will show up at almost any time now. In fact, it will probably happen this very episode. Now although Brick's gone, I need to get Jo and Zoey out of the way. However." He holds his index finger and thumb up to his chin. "Flirting with Jo isn't an option, but she's near universally hated!" He chuckled. "As soon as we reach team disbandment, she'll be gone. As for Zoey…" He looked up, stroking his facial hair. "I'm going to need to eliminate Mike. And to eliminate Mike, I'll have to see what's going on with Mike that Cameron has so diligently recorded in his notebook." He shrugged, and then grinned. "But with Anne Maria out of the way finally, I can get that notebook, push Cameron around all that is necessary, and Wa-La! Everyone else is no long a threat, and I can coast to the victory! Even if I have to deal with Dakota again, I mean man, I've already eliminated her twice!"

-End Confessional Camera-

I kicked the door open to out cabin. The noon-time light shown inward to the otherwise dark room. "ha-ha. Let's see what Doctor Cameron has been recording of Patient Mike's problems." He scurried over to the bunk that he was sharing now with Cameron, as Chris no longer cared about sides of bunks or anything, so with that Zoey was sleeping over Mike's bunk, and Scott was over Cameron. He yanked the suitcase out from the bunk, and looked through it. His rummaging was damaging to the orderly state that it was in, but when he found it, a binded notebook, he grinned with exuberance.

"Dr. Cameron has said here that Mike has…" His eyes scoured back and forth over the pages once, twice, now three times.

"Oh, ho-ho-ho!" He laughed softly. "Mike, or should I say Chester, or should I say Vito, or should I say Svetlana, or should I say what's-his-his-name, his girl is in for a big surprise! And I want Chris' cameras to catch it all, live on the show!"

-Chris's Private Lounge-

"See Chef!" Chris spun around in his chair, facing Chef. "These kids highly respect me now!" He then frowned. "Ch-hef! What the hell are you doing?"

Mr. Hatchet was holding two Princess Beth dolls from the second season, grinding them together. "Oh Rita, look at you! You're so amazing!" he said, faking a feminine voice.

"CHEF!" Chris shouted. "Didn't you lose Rita to another Girl?"

Chef's faced tensed up, and he spun around. "Not true!"

"Yeah, I think I remember you making that confession the first time we were on the island."

"Well, she looked hot when in Lesbo Action!"

"Right! You said the same thing when you watched Justin jerking off at season two!"

"Well, The kid was hot!"

"Chef, they may say I am perverted, but you my friend, could be arrested under Child Molesting charges!"

"Well, you've got so much video stashed away from-"

"I know. I'll be using it for blackmail for season 5." His eyes rolled, and Chris looked to the side. "IF I get a season five."

"EPA still down your throat?" Chef asked, glad that the topic had been moved.

"Why do you think I'm not hardly even going outside? Anyways, I can use blackmail from what I've recorded this year from our cast mates!"

"Such as Scott groping his ass"

"Yeah."

"And Mike/Vito doing it with Anne Maria?"

"Yep."

"And even that bit with Jo practicing stuff nude?"

"Si."

"And Dawn telekinetically masturbating?"

"Uh-huh."

"And you even got that epic part with Lightning talking about how interesting it would be to go with Jo, if she was a girl and all?"

"Yes."

"Great! But that's still not everyone."

"Don't worry Chef. Don't you worry your pretty little mind about it. If I can get Cameron to drop his drawers somewhere, and if I can get Mike and Zoey to hook up, well then, I'm set for season 5 with these new guys."

"Dakota?"

"We gangbanged her. A bit of an audio change, and it sounded like she pleaded for us."

"Ohhh, Nice one."

"Yes it is. Chef, with Anne Maria gone, can you train a few more cameras on Mike and Zoey?"

"Both of them?"

"Yeah. Not the cameras for the show, the recording cameras. Remember, we're not supposed to air this season until January. Got it?"

"Yeah. Got it." Chef chuckled.

"And Chef, maybe you should stop playing with dolls, and go to triple-X sites and stuff."

-Mike's POV-

I took another bite of the sandwich. "How did you get these Zoey?" I remarked, turning my gaze from the collapsed tunnel that Ezekiel and the gophers were trapped in back to Zoey's beautiful face.

"Well, Dakota and I have this thing worked out."

"You do? Like what?"

"Well, if I won the prize money at the end, she would end up with a tenth of it."

My jaws stopped in mid-bite, and some salami slipped out of the bottom. "Won-teth?"

"Yeah. She said she's be happy with even just a 100,000 dollars. Something about just wanting exposure. I'm guessing that won't make me a millionaire, but 900 thousand is still a bunch." She chuckled, and smiled shyly.

"900, thousand! My god." This was when the thought of what I am truly fighting for occurred to me. "My god. 90 grand!" He remarked.

"You didn't realize what we were competing for?" She asked, a piqued look on her face.

"I knew it was a million. But…" Rubbing the back of my neck in an embarrassed way, I admitted. "I never realized how much that truly was."

"Yeah. I understand what you mean. It might be enough to get me out of that crummy town of mine."

"It can't be that bad."

She looked at me, and frowned. "When all the males in your small-town are low IQ, High testosterone, female bashing Jocks, it's bad."

"Oh. I see what you mean."

"You live in that kind of town also?"

"No. I live on a medium-sized town, the outskirts of Montreal." With my finger I gently circled the top of my salami sandwich. "Jocks always make fun of me and anyone else not a jock."

"I get that a lot. Every week, day in and day out, since the second grad, everyone always talks about: 'What cheerleader is with what jock, who slept with who, who didn't'?" A second sigh escaped her face. "I'm kind of lucky. Every year, there's always been one more girl then guy at the city's school for my grade levels."

"So your always the one girl left out?"

"Yeah. We have just enough jocks for a football team, and the same number of cheerleaders that make up a cheerleading team. And then there is me."

"The one beautiful flower, the untouched one that plays cards, makes deals, steals sandwiches, and will probably win the money." I remarked, reaching my left hand over and lightly brushing it over the hair on the side of her face.

"Thanks Mike. Untouched wouldn't exactly be the case though."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't want you telling anyone really." If she realized those words was the tip-off for Chef to zoom in 5 different cameras closer to them, and crank the microphones up real loud, she wouldn't have said anything. "I tried going out with one of them. But he got drunk, and tried to bed me, by force." She whispered in my ear.

The blood in my veins ran cold. "He-He raped you?"

"Not quite. He was so loaded, I escaped through the bathroom window. He didn't remember a thing from the prior night."

"Oh." IT occurred to me as she pulled back, taking another bite of her own sandwich, what she's given to me. She just laid on the line one of the most vulnerable points in her life. One of THE most. And I couldn't help but catch myself thinking at this time, why am I hiding what I am? She's given so much up to me. I want so badly to be with her for the rest of my life. Granted, marriage was a bit of a ways off, we were only 16, and neither of us had full-time jobs or anything, not to mention we've not met each other's parents, and even more. But, me keeping such a secret might drive her away even faster. I could lose her, forever, if the bonds we built here didn't turn out to be strong enough to stand tests of distance.

"Zoey." I could feel myself start to shake. "I-I have something to tell you…"

-Chris' personal lounge-

"Zoom the cameras in some more! I want to catch this epic moment!" Chef called, pressing the levers to a super-zoom for the various cameras in the area.

-Zoey's POV-

I looked out of the corner of my eye at Mike, raising an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"I." He exhaled. This was a popper of a question. He was going to ask me out, ask me to marry him, or tell me that he didn't like me.

"There's no longer a way around this. I have Multiple Personality Disorder."

I turned and looked at Mike, half expecting it to be a joke. But he was staring at the ground, not even looking at me, and I had learned early that this was his 'I don't want to be honest but I am being honest' look.

"Mike, You're serious?"

"Yes. Yes I am serious."

"So, you haven't been lapsing into comedy acting routines. It's…another side of you."

"Yeah." He sighed. "I can stay in control, some of the time, but it's been a problem as long as I can remember."

"Mike…" I gasped. "I'm so sorry about that."

"I know. And scared, laughing, or something like that. Right?"

"Not really. I've read about M.P.D, and it's not a positive condition to have."

"You know about it?"

"The ways to cure it have varied, and not all methods work. I've heard of things as simple as it being like casting demons out in a church, and I've also heard of things like removing parts of the brain, not to mention hypnosis and weirder things." I would have laughed if I was recounting this to friends, if I had any, but Mike was at least a bit more then a friend, and he had M.P.D.

"So…you could help me and Cameron?"

"Help you guys what? Cure it?"

"Yeah."

"When did Cameron find out about it?"

"About 2 weeks ago. He popped the question just to be sure last night, granted, but he wanted to be absolutely sure that was the condition. He think he could cure it."

"You told him before me?" I asked, a bit hurt.

"No. He figured it out himself."

"Mike, I'm sorry."

"I don't get that much actually Zoey. Thanks." He turned to look up at her, only for her to tackle him to the ground, kissing him as he ended up sandwiched between the ground and her body.

"Zoey?" He asked when our lips finally drew separate.

"Yes Mike?" I asked, looking at him curiously.

"You do realize I want to spend the rest of my entire life with you. Right?"

"What about Anne Maria?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I had forgotten about Mike's interest in her, but now it surfaced in my mind, a possible slap in the face for me.

"That was Vito's problem. Not mine. Zoey, you realize you're the one girl I wanted every since we boarded the plane. That's why I broke the ice then."

"Really?" I asked, a wide smile on my face.

He nodded affirmatively.

"That, my friends, was just plain, and pure epicness! Flat, straight out all the way, epicness!" Chris remarked, his shadow suddenly bearing down on us. I swiveled my head to the left, looking at his smug little grin. "I'll put you two up to a deal."

"Like what?" I let out a low 'who-oa' when Mike forcefully pushed me off, and I landed on my back, looking up as Mike got right into McLain's face. "Like the deal about carrying bombs to our back-packs into that cave?" He pointed to the sealed off cave. "And putting all of our lives in jeopardy? How about forcing us to blow up mines, or drowning us with the sharks?"

"Yes, Yes, I know."

"More then that Chris. I may have signed a contract, but I could take you to court over all of this here that has taken place. You want a deal to put Zoey and I up to a challenge that will probably end up killing us!"

"You know, I could have you kicked off my show right now. The both of you. However, the two of you have really spiked the views, just like Dawn did, and to take you off in-explicably, means that I'm putting myself in jeopardy actually. But really, my deal is simple, and non-life or limb-threatening. It won't damage your sanity any more then you already have."

I stood up, wrapping Mike's arms around his back when he prepared to throw a punch at Chris' face. "Mike, it's not worth it. It's not worth it yet."

"Indeed. My deal is simple. You two lovebirds act awkward around each other, like Zoey here doesn't know about this disorder, until I say so otherwise, at least on camera."

"And what do WE get out of it?" Mike asked, fury stiffening the limbs that I was holding.

"I tell the entire world about Zoey's 'not-so-pleasant' encounters with the Jocks at her school. Turns out, that will go for a BIG price. Especially on the black market I'd bet. Or maybe to that same jock, who will be so humiliated by his own friends that he let a girl get away, that indeed, he'll hurt Zoey to get back at her. Or who knows?"

"You lying, little FEIND!" Mike's right arm slipped from my grasp, and he went throwing the punch to Chris' face. I closed my eyes, but the next thing I heard was pain from Mike, along with the sound of bones about to pop.

My eyes opened, and Chris had spun Mike around, holding his fist in his hand, and in position to twist it just right to where it would break the bones in his body. "How about it Zoey? Either you agree, or I go public with the confession AND break your boyfriend's arm here. Oh, actually, everyone else will think it was just a mutant bear which did this to him, even if all of the bears have died. The audience won't know any better."

Mike's face was contorted in pure pain. "Fine. I'll play along."

"Score!" Chris stated, and he dropped Mike. I bent down, picking him up by the shoulders. "Mike, are you okay?"

"Little lady, you just may want to stay out of my way." Mike's voice was much, much deeper. I moved back, and he stood up, licking his hand and running it through his hair, jetting it back. "Yo McLean!" Chris turned around and faced Mike.

"Yes Vito?"

"I'm about to give you two words to say, and then I'm gonna rip your throat out, old-school!"

-Normal POV-

Chris smiled, and choose his two words carefully. "Game. On."

Vito charged forward, then leapt into the air, delivering a jumping front kick to Chris' face. McLean ducked down low, Matrix-styled, and caught the leg over his head, following it up by heaving the teenager up when he stood up, and shaking Vito while he was upside-down.

Vito grabbed Chris' own leg, and the 30-something host fell down, Vito standing on top of him. "Game. On." He snidely chipped back, and with a series of punches to the face, Chris was barraged, unable to block the fists.

That was when Zoey's scream tore through the air, and Mike snapped back into control with a sudden gasp, turning around to see Chef holding Zoey from behind, a long and curved sword up to her neck.

"Mike…" Chris remarked weakly from under his feet. "You might want to get off of me, and accept our deal without attacking us, or Zoey and you will both have a little 'accident' here in the woods with some bears."

Mike looked at Chef, and his cunning smile. Then his face drew to Zoey, and her scared expression, looking at the love of her life in fear. Then he swiveled his head and neck around, looking at the bruised face of Chris McLean.

"Fine." He remarked, taking his feet off the host, and Chef afterwards moved the sword away from Zoey's neck.

"Good choice. You might want to tell Cameron about this deal also."

"Fine, fine then." Mike said. Chris and Chef started to walk off, satisfied and content, when just as Zoey walked up behind him to try and calm him down, he whistled. "Hey Chris, Chef!" He held up his hands, and flipped the two the double birdie.

"Gotcha Mike!" Chris called back. "You're not the first!"

Mike spun on his heels, and took Zoey's hands in his own, walking off with her. "You didn't have to do that, you know."

"I'm angry at that man. Angrier then I've ever been in my life."

"Hey, once we are eliminated, or one of us win, we can sue him then. How's that sound?"

He looked at her, the scheming smile she had on her face looking just like Heather's own smile from prior seasons. "Okay then. We'll go for it then. But we'll have to destroy their recordings."

-Cameron's POV-

"I'm serious you little shrimp head!" Scott spat in my face again, and I tossed my head back and forth, trying to shake the saliva off. Once again he was holding me up off the ground, just slightly looking down at me. "Whatever you are going to try and do for Mike for his Disorder won't work! You WILL screw up every last bit of it! In fact, if you could add in some more personalities, that would be nice!"

"No!" I shouted back, spitting in his face myself.

"Moron." He took his right hand, and smacked me in the face. "You will! Or I swear that I'll keep you around until the final two, using you as my personal ANYTHING!"

"NO!" He flung me to the ground, and I landed on my front, face-full of radioactively contaminated mud.

"Fine then! Take your clothes off."

"No!"

"Then I'll take them off for you, Dr. No!" Scott grabbed my by the seat of my pants, and let go of my shirt. The world started spinning, until a tree slammed into me. I crumpled to the ground, feeling organs inside my body trying to correct themselves.

"How about it? There are plenty of trees to whip, and plenty of bones in your body to break also."

Wait, I couldn't let THIS happen! I didn't want to DIE! "Okay! Find-Fine! Fine then! I'll do it!"

"You'll fail repeatedly at 'helping' Mike through his problems?"

"Yes! Yes fine then! Just let me keep my bones on!"

"That was a good choice Shrimp." Scott remarked, standing up. "Neither Mike or Zoey or Dakota, or fanyone else knows about this! Not even Chris himself!"

"Yes! Yes, yes! I know that!"

"Good." The redhead brushed his hands off, and walked on.

"I've, I've got to do what's right." I chanted to myself. "But I don't want to be murdered!" That was about the time I found salt-water trailing down my cheeks, and I wiped off one of the teardrops. This was bad.

-Normal POV-That Night-

"Pssshhhhhhtttttttt!" Scott rapped on the post for Cameron's bed. "Wha-?" He asked, already asleep for the night. "Get up. I'm going to teach you a handful of 'trick's on what to do when you are going to do when you 'help' Mike!"

"But-But-" He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Fine. I'm coming, I'm coming."

The two of them walked out, leaving the cabin empty for the first night since the season started.

It was a good solid 15 minutes later when Zoey and Mike walked in, holding hands and smiling. "Thanks Mike. That was beautiful."

"Well, let's face it. Comets are hard to find, but even harder when they're being outshined by someone like you."

"Oh. Thanks Mike!" She blushed at the comment.

"No, honestly! I couldn't keep my eyes off of you even if I wanted to."

"Apparently you didn't want to." She remarked, taking her shirt off as she readied for sleep.

"Course not!" He remarked back, kicking his shoes off and taking his own shirt off, putting on his normal pajamas.

"You want to sleep up above with me tonight?" She asked, having already removed her clothing to just a brazier and some simple violet underwear.

"Um, Sure, I guess." He remarked back. Mike had gotten used to sleeping with Zoey night in and night out, so this wasn't much of a change.

"Well then, come on up." She teased as she clambered up to the top-most bunk. Mike chuckled, but followed suit after changing fully.

"I'll see you in the morning Zoey."

"You too Mike." He wrapped her in his arms, holding him right up even with her, staring at her face, waiting for sleep to overtake them as they held each other's sides, staring at the other.

And staring.

And Staring.

And staring some more.

And while they were at it, they stared at each other even more.

"I don't think we'll ever get to sleep." She chuckled.

"I can't stop holding you or staring at you."

"Me neither."

This was followed by more awkward starring and silence.

"I'm not really even tired."

"Well, neither of us really worked out today, did anything exerting."

"It's kind of late to do something like that now." Mike remarked. IN his head, he could just hear Chester remarking on how in his day people wouldn't have to be worn out to fall asleep.

"We're teenagers. We don't know the meaning of late." She remarked back, and leaned into his face, just as he did to hers, and they kissed. Their lips moved and glided over each-other, only for her to break the pattern, and slip her tongue through his lips, beckoning his own oral orifice to join in. They rubbed their tongues together for a time, before she pulled back, biting his lower lips playfully. That brief break didn't last long, and then they were back to kissing once more.

This time though, he was the one that took it one step farther. He took separated his mouth from her lips, and dragged it across her cheek, down to the base of her neck. Once there, he began sucking while pulling her into the tightest embrace yet as he bit down lightly.

"Mmmmmikeeeee."

That was the kicker. He pulled back, stroking his tongue across her neck. Her subsequent gasp triggered masculine hormones. Mike traced his mouth down to her collarbone, licking it. She complied with another heavy breath and grabbing his hair.

This was when any bridge of restraint broke. Zoey slipped her hands underneath his shirt, pulling it up to his neck, forcing him to pull back as she yanked it off of him, showing off his nicely sculptured chest. He could credit Vito there, anytime Vito popped in and no girls were around, he would work that body out. Zoey dragged her hands down his sides, culminating at his abdomen, then feeling each and every individual muscle on the way up. Another gasp emanated from her own mouth as Mike's own wondering hands found their way around her back, one rubbing the small of her back while the other traced circle around the base of her neck. This combined motion stimulated her to the core, and her body tensed from the feeling.

"Mikeee…."

"Sshh, Ssh, Shhhh. Zoey. Just let me do this for you."

"Oh-kay." She whispered back to him. Still tracing his defined pectoral muscles, she rubbed her hips together. Her entire body was getting hot, and she was no stranger to this kind of scenario. One of her hand mischievously did go down, down, down even farther. In fact, it threaded down to, and below the waist line, into his pajama bottoms. Waiting there for her was a bundle of hair, curled and springy to the touch. She ran her fingers through the hair, curling some around each and every finger, adding to her curiosity of him.

Mike nibbled once again on her neck, and his hands met at the small of her back, scratching the location. Her body bent into his own from the contact, one hand resting against his chest with another one in his pants. He brought his hands up, and just as they touched the linkage for her brazier.

"Mike, take it a step further."

Ooookay. He grabbed the linkage, and unhooked it, and suddenly it seemed as if her torso doubled in size as her breasts sprang forward, no longer held in so tightly to her body.

"Wow. You wear that tight." He remarked, tracing his fingers along her back.

"Trust me. You don't want to look that appealing to drunken jocks."

"Point taken." He stated back, and he complied with licking her ear.

This earned a series of giggles from the female. "Mike, that really tickles." She stated.

"Sorry." He remarked, dragging his tongue back down to her neck. Just as he began to tease that section of her body again, she pushed him back. "Something wrong?"

"Why don't you tease other things for a while?" Her eyes gave off a seductive gleam to them, and she gyrated her upper body. He got the message easily, and moved down a bit, dragging his tongue at the base of her collarbone, and then dragging it straight down, as if he was cutting her evenly down the middle. Even with his slow pace he made it to the top of her valley, and she shifted upwards just a bit as he moved his tongue farther, farther into it, leaving a trail of saliva spread across the dell in her set. By the time he was about halfway through, things changed. He suddenly hung a right, cutting straight across and biting down on the thin red culmination point of her left breast.

Just as he did, she gasped, and her body stiffened. Her arm that was in his pants did so also, and it reached down, and grabbed what was his erection. This sudden and unexpected incident excited him even more, and he began sucking on her breast while rubbing the small of her back the entire time, trying to increase her own excitement. Indeed, her own stimulation was amazing. He had skill with his mouth. Nevertheless, he wasn't to go at this alone. She tightened her grip on his manhood, sliding her hand up and down the shaft while her arm was stretched out as far as it could go. Zoey moved the episode a step farther, and raised her legs as far as she could, grasping some of Mike's clothing with her feet and pulling downward with them. Down, down, all the way to his ankles. His suckling was to much of a concentration breaker for her to take them the rest of the way off, and she lapsed into a state of rising ecstasy, the nerves in her body warming her up despite the otherwise cold cabin.

Mike hadn't even been paying attention to what his lover had done to his clothing. He was so enveloped in her breasts, literally, that the only messages that were leaving and coming to his brain other then the sucking a licking was the feeling of her hand on his masculine parts, and the functions needed to stay alive. That concentration terminated though when she pushed her body even closer then it had been to him, moving the arm off of his chest and through his hair, pushing him back with some slight force. He complied, and she rolled onto him, in the process rolling him over, and leaving him on his back, her hips straddling his thighs, one hand on his phallus while the other was combing back and forth through his hair. He was content with this, but his number one thought registering in his mind was giving Zoey total concentration or his oral abilities, still tracing circles and rubbing the base of her spine.

Zoey shook her head a bit as a shiver ran through her body. The reaction occurred before she knew what caused it, and then she felt it. He had dared to move his hands a bit farther down. They were just tracing the top of her buttocks, rubbing the soft flesh through the fabric she still had on her lower segments. One hand dared to go underneath, parting her fleshy cheeks and move slowly down the narrow ridge between. She grabbed his hair somewhat tightly, anticipating what might soon come. He traced his middle and index finger around her anus, then drummed on it for just a bit. His amount of stamina on her breasts seemed to cease for a bit, so she pressed that section of her body closer to his face, re-throttling his oral attention there. In response she began throttling his penis again, her attention having been temporarily diverted from that when he began messing with her rear.

Simultaneously, he slapped his other hand down on her ass, and groped it through her underwear. His other hand went farther down, the ring and index fingers running the lips of her womanly flower while his longest middle finger teased the entrance.

"Ahhh." He gasped. This caught her attention, but she continued keeping her breasts pressed against his face, her hand on his stem. "Zoey, I'm cgonna cum…" He remarked to her, going back to sucking on her breasts.

"I want to see it." She pulled off of him, breaking their delicate position and spinning around so fast that it was faster then a clap of her hand when she had repositioned her entire body, smothering his penis with her breasts and stroking the top of it with her tongue.

"Ahhh-Ahhhh!" He didn't know for sure what she was doing, but his idea was pretty close. Noting how her waistline was positioned almost right above his face, he grabbed her thighs, putting a tight grip on them and letting out a long, constant groan. His masculine organ twitched once, twice, three times, and then began vibrating as it rained into the air a fountain of male seed. Most of it went up, hitting Zoey in the face, and accident born of how close she was to it, while the lesser portion coated her elegant glands, and some of it rained back onto itself, almost as if a shiny white lubricant had been rubbed on his property.

"Nice." She whispered. That indeed was a fascinating show. His penis started to deflate, but oh, it was just beginning for her! She rubbed her breasts against his candy once more, licking her face to taste the apple-flavored seminal fluids at the same time. "OH!" She stopped her attention when she noticed that Mike had pulled down her underwear totally, taking them to the ankles and tossing them to the side. The redhead twisted her head to see what exactly was going on, but the positioning prevented any viewing.

He dragged his tongue across her vagina, one of his hands running through the pressed red hair that lined the sides and top of her most delicate location. Gently, slowly he rolled his oral orifice down the valley, from just below her anus to the end of her clitoris, inhaling the pungent aroma of her sex. "Miiikkkkeeee." She groaned again. "Pleasssseee…." Any word refusing would have had him probably up and scurrying away instantly, but this boosted his confidence, and he dragged his tongue down the left lip of her vaginal region, then reversed and went up the right. He craned his neck, and filling his mouth with saliva, delicately placed his lips of her flower, letting the saliva smear onto her nerves. Tasting the flavor of her natural lubricant, much like heat from chipolte sauce, his tongue rolled out, and tensing it up, he dove in.

She gasped, digging into his thighs with her fingernails and gasping in pain as his tongue ended up hitting her virgin hymn. He didn't try to break it, just slowly rolled over it before pulling back out. Her body was still frozen in the rigid position, and he decided to try something different. Dragging his tongue back up the valley, then hitting her exposed clitoral bundle, he rubbed it in smooth circular motions, gently, contently. This motion elicited a moan from her, and her body slipped out of it's stern stance. This seemed to work well enough, and he rolled his tongue back to the vagina's entrance, circling it's rim before dragging it back up again, ending on the clitoris once more. He brought it back down, and up, repeating the vertical motion time and time again.

Zoey shifted her position. She could tell he was straining his tongue and neck at least, and the part of her brain not enveloped in bliss wanted to make things just a bit easier for him. She rolled her hips, shifting her bodyweight and pushing up off of Mike's well toned stomach, now sitting directly atop of his head with a leg on either side of his face. This positioned her entire vaginal region quite literally right above his face, and somehow her transitioning motion drew out a giggle from below. "What?"

"When you shifted, your pubic hair. It tickled my chin." She half-smiled, a bit of embarrassment as her cheeks blushed. His hands grabbed her thighs, holding them in place over his head as he began to repeat his continual motion of delicate, slow licking.

Time was a commodity that they were loaded with. So unlike others that might try their hardest to rush to climax, it was slower, methodical, and probably better. She rolled her hips over his face, allowing some of her juices to spill out onto his face. With that, he began employing a new tactic, putting his lips on top of her vaginal ones, and slurping. The redhead gasped in shock as that occurred, and her left hand shot to her vagina, but was blocked by Mike's chin, so it ended up resting on her triangular tuft of pubic hair, scratching and running through it. The right hand went to her mouth, and she bit down on her index finger to metaphorically let off some steam that he was building her up with.

Once again, he slid his tongue up and down her lips, then kissed her near fully exposed clitoris. She rolled her hips again, and he came up and licked her again. This brought a new response, as suddenly her lower body jolted with excitement, more of her special fluids coming out. He repeated the same motion, kissing and sucking on her clitoris, tapping it every now and then like a button. Without a doubt, Mike was getting the best response from her like this, as it was like some type of feminine on-and-off switch, and nearly every other tap, kiss, or suckle would bring her into another bucking motion.

"Oh, Oh goonn…." She was losing the ability to use any type of language, English or otherwise. "Mikeeeeee." That sound was the loudest she had made yet, and at this point he threw patience out the window, and began sucking constantly, continuously, only stopping when she would continuing bouncing on his head, using his hands to try and stabilize her lower body.

By this point the female of the group had her hands on her breasts, massaging the still wet semen into them roughly as her head was tilted back, tongue hanging out as her body temperature climbed. 102.8 degrees. 103, 103.1. Something was coming, she could feel a buzzing sensation down below. "Aghhhhh!" Her amalgam was the last single, and the buzzing was replaced instantly with the feeling of an explosion of sensuality, as she no longer ceased to feel anything from her lower regions then this white-hot orgasm corrupting her entire body at a rapid pace. It washed over her entire countenance like a wave, and she felt like she was just drowned in a wonderful hot bath of water after being left in the cold. Just as the power started to recede, a second one pulled forth from her nether regions, stronger and tearing through her body with even more force then the second once, and she found herself dizzy, her hands squeezing tightly to her breast, her hips shooting skyward, and her mouth open, mixing a muted scream with a loud gasp.

Mike brought his face up to meet her vagina once more, and kissed the clitoris once more, sucking on it heartedly as she experienced her third consecutive orgasm. He couldn't see as her eyes rolled in her head, loosing sense of buoyancy. She fell down to his side, her third orgasm paralyzing her body as her mind ceased to register anything but the white-hot experience. She knew nothing, cared about nothing, was nothing but this engaging feeling of pure ecstasy.

Finally, the cooler air of the cabin mixed with her body temperature, and as the skin on her body began cooling down, Goosebumps erupting on her skin, she found Mike laying beside her, on his stomach, turning and watching her as she faded back into reality.

"And? How about that?"

"Ah-Maz-hing." She heaved, her beautiful, glistening body moist with sweat.

"Tastes good also." He commented back, running a hand through her hair and picking the flower off the bed, putting it back in her hair. "You must of lost this."

"How, how did you do that?"

"I have no idea."

"Do it again. Please. Just one more time."

"Okay." He chuckled, scooting back and ready to give her another dose of oral sex.

"No. For me. I want to give myself up to you."

"?" It took him a brief moment to understand what she meant. "Oh. Really? Now?"

"What better time?"

"I can't have full intercourse until we are married."

"Mike, I may not be a religious woman." She stopped to catch her breath again. "But I've read parts of the Bible. One part that sticks out to me is about if a man screws around with a woman, but already is arraged to marry her, no sin is commited. Or something like that." Zoey pulled herself up next to him. "Come on Mike. Lets be honest."

Mike thought in his head briefly. Yeah, he knew what she was talking about, something out of the Pentateuch. He already had resigned himself, quite happily, to as much of his life as possible with her. "Okay then." He remarked.

They lied their for just a moment, laying parallel on each other on the bed, on their sides and staring in each other's face, when she opened her legs and positioned her left leg over his right, and forced her right leg in-between his left and the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close to him as possible, her breasts pressing against him as her hot breath smacked him in the face. "Let's do this."

Had this been some type of weird movie, dramatic music should have been played at this point. They scooted their lower segments forward, and they found themselves in a precarious position. The head of his penis resting right against the ridge of her vagina, ready for insertion.

"Now." She remarked into his ear, her face resting on his neck. He held her back tightly, and forced himself inside. It spread her walls apart with a sudden push, and she started to scream as he hit her barrier. Just as he went through she bit down on his neck, like something out of a vampire movie, and blood was drawn on his neck as well as in her flower.

"Zoey! You okay?" Mike responded back. He would have followed that up with 'I'm sorry' but was cut off.

"Just please, kind of take it slow."

"Your squeezing on me so tightly, I don't think I could go fast." He factually remarked. She giggled a bit, rolling her hips a bit as it vibrated his inserted phallus. "Here we go." Slowly he started to pull himself out, and just before he would have been fully withdrawn, his phallus changed course, moving back into her. The tightness of her virgin walls made it tough going, but indeed they were as he recoiled back again, then shot his stem back into her flower.

Alas, the female's vagina was already rubbed raw. So raw that she was not even fully aware of herself, as she began pushing back and forth, moving forward as he did, then drawing back when his own parts retreated. Noticing the bloody patch she left on his neck, her tongue rolled out and wiped most of the excess away, leaving a half-dry scab. Her tongue continued stroking his neck, and she tried focusing more on what she was doing with her face then her rhythmitic patterns downstairs.

Mike was caught off guard by her sudden licking actions, and so he tried doing his own part, and licked her on the collarbone. She gasped, and he rolled his entire head upwards, dragging the tongue with it as it left another trail of saliva on her seemingly sensitive location. She gasped, borne of what was going on, and he terminated on the tip of her chin. With more power and force then he had done before, he shot himself into her, and she grinned in satisfaction mixed with a hint of pain. She leaned him and kissed him, attacking his tongue with her own.

Still laying on their sides, still pushing, and still kissing. The bliss they were sharing annihilated all of their responsibilities. Everything was forgotten about Chris. About Scott, about the money. Family, how they had been ostracized in life. All of it forgotten in their pure, undiluted combined feeling of joy, pleasure, sensuality, and love.

IN. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Speed was now the driving force. They were careless with their pattern now, both rocketing in and out with as much speed as could be given. Their tongues met in the middle fo their mouths, and Zoey placed one hand in Mike's hair, yanking it as another pushed against his abs. His hand met the one on his hand, entwining their fingers as his other fell onto her left breast, massaging and squeezing it. Their dance was uncharted. IT flowed with continuity, the start of one push mixing with the end of another. Neither had asserted dominance, no need to. They were equals, and this experience solidified that. The loose mechanics of their actions were hinging on atrophic repetition.

Finale was approaching. It was almost to soon. Both of them wanted to savor it, but they couldn't really go back now. He opened his eyes, and she stared back at him, both sets of eye glazed over with adrenaline, daring the other to go over the edge first. It started swelling for him first, that familiar feeling in the base of his phallus. With a final huge slam he put as much of himself into her as possible, smacking what was the famed 'G-spot' and it was held steady by her close walls, as he dispersed his seed into her, coating her inside fluently.

Zoey felt his sudden tensing inside her, and the warm feeling floating through, yet he was still thrusting for some reason. The feeling of his milky semen exploring her every region pushed her over the edge, and her walls contracted onto his penis, sealing him inside of her as he ejaculated yet again into her. This time they both simultaneously fell into a state of nirvana and bliss. Her pussy exploded like another bomb of sensation, and she pulled out of his mouth, hollering into the air as she was overpowered by her fourth and final climatic session.

Yet she was not the only one, as he also lost all perception and depth of reality while his gift sprayed into her, fully defiling her virginity. The sensation rushed through his body faster then hers, each and every nerve knocked out of any other sensation except for his own summit. His own scream of bliss split the air coupled with hers, and had the cabins been any closer together, or the opposing players been lighter sleepers, they would have been awaken.

It had been a minute and a half before reality came slipping back to them. They spent at least an entire minute with their mouths gapping open, heaving wildly and trying to catch their breath. Slowly, steadily everything fell back into place for them, and the first thing they were aware of was each other.

"That…" He couldn't finish. He didn't have the oxygen to yet.

"I…know." She heaved out, her chest pressing against his as her body began calming down, leaving her with a buzzed feeling.

"My…God." Mike smacked his forehead. "Zoey *Heave* That was fant-Fantastic."

"Inn-indeed." She heaved out heavily one more time. The second thing they were aware of was how he was still inside of her, and he pushed one more time within her, forcing the last bit of his gift out. The third thing was not their own, but the other's heart beat, slowly settling down. However they didn't have a heart attack was beyond them.

"We…didn't use protection."

"I wouldn't worry. I'm not fertile at this time of the month."

"Oh." He chuckled back.

"Thanks Mike." She leaned him to kiss him, as did he, only for their forehead to bump together. "Oh-"

"Sorry." He turned his head just a bit, and kissed her lightly on the lips. "You know." He remarked as they separated. "I can barely see you, everything is still spinning."

"I know. Good night."

"Good night to you to."

Yet even with that the two laid there for several more hours, just staring at each other, breathing in and breathing out, he was still inside of her. Sleep must have hit them sometime, as by the time Scott walked in, dragging a bruised Cameron by the shirt the two were already asleep.

I have never been so dammed turned on by my own writing! This took 16 hrs to finish, in three different 3 hour segments. I'm talking about the entire chapter, not just the leman. I hope you enjoyed that a lot. I mean, A-LOT! That is the longest chapter I've ever written at once. Period. Granted, that may change in the future with 'Fragmented Romance' but still, I'm incredible amazed. REVIEW!