Cheer Up!

Chapter 13

My whole body was awash in delicious feelings. I laid back on the bed, sighing happily. “Mmmm…Luke, that feels good…” I moaned, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair as he pleasured me.

He pulled his face up to look at me. "Does it?" he asked, his voice lower than usual. I looked at him in surprise, and gasped when I saw the facial hair he was suddenly sporting.

"Luke! You have a mustache!"

"Do I?" He reared back up on his knees, and I screamed when I saw his huge belly. He just grinned at me, patting his stomach. "What's wrong, honey? Don't you think I'm sexy?" I just kept screaming as he pulled out a bottle of mayonnaise and started to open it. He was just about to squeeze it all over me when I woke up with a start.

I clapped a hand to my sweating face. What the hell was that about? I glanced quickly over at Luke, who was sleeping soundly. I peered at him in the darkness to make sure he didn't have a mustache. I sighed with relief, then just to be sure, I slid my hands under the covers, feeling at his stomach. It was flat, which was also a relief to me.

I had thought he was deep asleep, so it surprised me when he suddenly grabbed my wrist. He moved my hand down lower, where he was hard, not surprisingly. Luke was almost always hard. I looked into his face, and he had cracked open his eyes, which were glittering at me in the darkness. "Would you...?" he trailed off, gesturing down with his head. I nodded, smiling happily, and as I pulled the covers back and moved down, he tugged down his pajama pants.

I wrapped one hand around him, and lowered my head slowly. He groaned in anticipation as I brought my mouth close, letting him feel my hot breath on it. I then kissed him; light fluttering movements of my lips against his firm flesh. He moaned with pleasurable frustration, his hands working furiously at the sheets, grabbing great handfuls of cloth. He pushed his hips up at me, trying to get me to do more. So I complied, parting my lips and letting my tongue creep out. I traced the tip of it up and down his skin, making him whine with desire.

Finally, after some teasing, I took him into my mouth. He cried out in delight and relief. Luke was a very direct person, and he didn't like teasing or waiting. That was more than evident in the fact that we had married on a whim! I slid my mouth further down, then twirled my tongue around and around him. He groaned with pleasure, rocking his hips lightly against my mouth. I brought my lips up to the tip and sucked lightly, then with more force. I wasn't really sure what I was doing, but I did my best.

It was obviously more than enough, because within just a few moments, he was crying out, bucking his hips erratically. I felt his release pulse into my mouth. The last time I had done it to him, he had released far back in my mouth, and I had swallowed in surprise before I could even taste it. But this time, it was all over my tongue, and I swallowed with a grimace. It wasn't that it tasted bad, it was just that it had a very distinct flavor.

I sat up on my knees, looking at him as he writhed with satisfaction on the bed. "Luke. You taste like mayonnaise."

"Huh?" I could barely make out his face in the dim light, but he looked confused.

"You...taste like mayonnaise. You," I pointed down at his manhood, trying to get my point across without having to say the actual words.

I could just make out a grin on his face. "That's kind of bad ass."

"No, it is not 'bad ass.' It means that you eat way too much mayonnaise!" I giggled. "You should try to eat less...remember, you don't want to end up looking like your dad..." I shuddered as I remembered my nightmare.

"Are you cold, honey?" he asked me. I shook my head, laying back down with him.

"No, I had a nightmare, and I was just remembering it," I admitted reluctantly.

"About what?" he asked, pulling me in and kissing the top of my head.

I hesitated, but I figured I ought to tell him. "You...had a mustache like your dad, and a big belly too, and you were putting mayonnaise all over me so that you could eat me up."

Laughter rocked his body. "Aw, that's funny as hell!"

I pouted. "It wasn't funny to me."

He kissed the top of my head again. "What, are you afraid I'm gonna get all fat like my dad and then try to love on you all gross?" I hesitated, but slowly nodded. He laughed hard again. "I promise you, I'm not gonna get fat. Even I ever start gaining a little weight, I can catch it right away. I won't let myself get all gone like Pops." He sighed. "He just doesn't care anymore because he doesn't have Mom. He doesn't have anyone to look good for, so..." He snuggled in closer to me. "But I want to look good for you...you know?" I nodded, feeling the same way.

"Now, let's go back to sleep..." he murmured, and I cuddled up to him. Within moments, he was snoring, and I fell asleep soon after.

When we woke up later that Saturday morning, we pondered over what to do with the day. Luke was all for staying in and "doing it all day long," but I assured him that even we couldn't physically do it all day long, even if we tried. He admitted that it was probably true, and we continued thinking.

"Hey! Wanna go to Toucan Island?" Luke asked cheerfully.

I just stared at him, then slowly shook my head. "I don't feel like getting stranded, or getting slapped."

He gaped, then grinned. "Naw, it'll be cool. I'll be with you the whole time." He frowned a little, apparently remembering Selena's antics. His face cleared up, and he smiled once more at me. "But we don't have to go if you don't want to. I just haven't been in a long time. It'll be fun!"

I finally agreed, and we set out. I took my fishing pole, and we decided against packing a lunch, since we could eat at the Pineapple Inn. We stepped onto the dock, and Pascal was there, waiting for some passengers to ferry. He was glad to receive us, and we boarded the boat. The ride didn't take very long, and we were soon there.

Sue was at the shore, throwing out her crab net. She raised her hand to shield the sun out of her eyes, watching us as we got off the boat. "Well, if it isn't Luke!" she cried, sounding happy. She rushed forward, giving him a big hug. She patted my arm fondly as well, and ushered us towards the inn. "Papa will be so happy to see you," she cooed to Luke. Obviously, these two still liked their daughter's ex boyfriend despite the fact that he was with another woman!

We went into the cool, dark lobby of the inn, and Samson looked up from the front desk. "Why, hello there, stranger!" he boomed, engulfing Luke in a bear hug. "And our little castaway, too," he teased, hugging me as well.

I looked around nervously, and Sue read my meaning right away. "Oh, don't worry, Selena's not here. She's actually gone off to the mainland. She got a offer from a big dancing troupe, and joined up with them. She left yesterday." I sighed in relief, trying not to be too obvious about it. "So, what brings you two here today?" she asked us.

"Just wanna relax and stuff," Luke said. "She's gonna fish, I'm probably just gonna sleep."

"Oh Luke, you're the same as ever," Sue beamed affectionately at him. "So laid back. A true islander!" Luke just grinned, and then Sue clapped her hands. "Luke! Do you still like bananas?"

"Hell yeah!" Luke cheered.

Sue nodded happily. "We've got a ton growing here now. Pick and eat all you want from the trees outside."

"Bad ass!" Luke yelled, charging outside. I smiled sheepishly at his unbridled enthusiasm, but Sue and Samson were unfazed. I guessed that they were used to him, after all. I followed him outside, where he had managed to scurry up into a tall banana tree, and was working furiously to dislodge a banana bunch there.

I smiled up at him, shielding the sun from my eyes with my hand. "I didn't even know you liked bananas!"

"Well, you can't usually get them on Waffle Island, so I haven't had any in a while - Timber!" he yelled as the banana bunch fell. "But yeah, I freaking love bananas. Oooh, honey," he scurried back down the tree and came over to me, grabbing me by the shoulders. "Do you think you can make me some banana pudding when we get home?" I nodded, and he pumped his arm in excitement. "Aw, hell yeah! That's so awesome!" He kissed me quickly. "I love you, honey. You're the best wife in the world." I trembled a little with happiness as he let me go, going to pick up the fallen bananas.

Luke carried the bunch with him, following me as I headed over to the lagoon. He ate two right away as I cast out into the shimmering aquamarine waters. When I glanced back him later after I caught my first fish, I smiled warmly when I saw that he was already asleep, sprawled out haphazardly in the shade. Banana peels were scattered around him, and it was quite a sight.

After a couple of hours, I shook him awake, and we headed up to the inn for lunch. I presented Sue and Samson with two of the nicer mahi mahi I had caught. They accepted them graciously, and Samson grilled them up with pineapple slices for us all to enjoy for lunch. Sue smiled broadly as she set a bottle of mayonnaise in front of Luke, obviously remembering what he liked. Luke reached for it, then glanced at me and bit his lip. I made an accepting gesture, and he grinned, but only squeezed a moderate amount on his food instead of slathering it all over everything. It was a start, at least!

After lunch, we walked around the island for a while. We ended up on the north end of the island, in a dense grove of tropical growth. Luke plopped himself down in the lush carpet of grass, and I sat down next to him. "Now...we're all alone," he whispered mischievously, leaning in and kissing at my neck.

"Luke!" I squealed, squirming away. "Not out in public!"

He just grinned at me lazily. "Silly Angela. The woods is not public. I told you that before." He moved closer to me, caressing my body gently with his hands as he caught my mouth for a kiss. He parted his lips, then I parted mine, letting him slip his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned into the kiss as he squeezed lightly at one breast, then slipped his hand under my shirt. I let my body relax as he touched me. I tensed up a little when I felt his hands on my waistband, undoing the buttons there, then tugging off my pants.

"Luke..." I tried to protest in vain, but our desire was too overwhelming, and soon he had my panties off as well.

He grinned at me. "I owe you one," he whispered, and I caught his meaning as he lowered his head between my thighs. He flicked his tongue out at my already wet flesh. "Mmm...Angela, you taste so good," he whispered, his lips fluttering against my skin. I got a pleasurable chill all up and down my spine, and I threw my head back, moaning with delight. He brought his fingers up to meet his mouth, and touched me, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure. I squirmed and whimpered in desire as I felt him licking around where his fingers were working. His tongue was wet, warm, and just heavenly.

I brought myself up on my elbows, groaning with pleasure as I looked down on him. He tilted his head up to look at me, and I choked for a minute when it looked like he had a mustache. However, I quickly realized it was the illusion of my own light dusting of curls down below in front of his mouth. I sighed in relief. I did not want to relive that nightmare!

Luke continued to work industriously at me, and under his eager touch, I soon came hard. I cried out my satisfaction loudly, making a flock of tropical birds scatter suddenly from their roost in a nearby tree. I laughed brokenly at that, then reached down and stroked Luke's face lovingly. He moved up, layering himself over me, and I cried out in surprise and pleasure as he was suddenly inside of me. He had apparently managed to get himself free from his pants without me noticing.

He rocked against me, closing his eyes and groaning deeply in pleasure. I hugged him close, and squeaked softly when he pressed his mouth to mine abruptly. I didn't have time to protest before he had already slipped his tongue into my mouth. I was normally a little prudish about that, but strangely, I found the taste of myself on his lips to be rather enticing. Just the fact that he loved me that much to do that to me, and so enthusiastically too. I sighed happily into his kiss, moving against him. Within a few minutes, he was climaxing powerfully inside of me. We held each other for a while, then pulled apart to set ourselves straight. We giggled as we picked grass and leaves out of each other's hair and off our clothes.

Later, Luke and I went hand in hand down to the dock, and boarded the ferry. I had my bucket of fish, and he had three bunches of bananas. We smiled at each other warmly, and I leaned my head against his shoulder contentedly as the boat rocked over the waves, heading for home.