Confined With a Goddess

As Jake scrubbed his panties with the hole in the butt, no doubt designed so that he wouldn't have to remove them to be Celestia's sausage warmer, he sighed.

"Something wrong?" asked Celestia, floating on her back in the middle of the pond.

Jake shook his head at first, but after a moment, changed his mind. "There is, but... it's not a big deal."

Celestia scoffed. "No, I suppose not... Tell me about it, anyway?"

"It's just... There's something I was thinking about lately. The evening before we found those bottles, actually. That was the first time it crossed my mind. Ever since, it's just been cropping up again and again, and I'm starting to be kind of upset by it."

There was a pause as Celestia glanced toward Jake, who just kept scrubbing. "Are you going to tell me what it is?"

Jake shot a quick look up at her, then went right back to his laundry. "Everyone dreams of what I have. Or, will have, soon. From the simple desk jockeys to the high-end lawyers, they all want the same thing. A private island to live in relative solitude, a beach that they can relax on every day, a sexy woman to share it with... This is every guy's dream."

"And you have the opportunity to live it," smiled Celestia. "Lucky you!"

Jake nodded. "The reality is a lot different than the fantasy, though..."

"You figured beach umbrellas and cocktails?"

He nodded. "I guess it's a bit silly, when you think about it..."

"I guess it is," nodded Celestia.

Over the next few days, as they put up the wall plating, Celestia kept sending Jake away to do things while she worked on something secret in her hut. First to gather some coconuts and drain them, then roast them and mash them up into a paste on the first night. Then she made him work on the door alone while she took a bunch of wood into her hut to build something he wasn't allowed to know about. She even made him build and hang the steps himself. It sounded like busywork, but he didn't know why it was so important. He wanted to know why she was avoiding him, and outright telling him to wait outside, but he didn't ask. Perhaps she'd just had enough of him and needed some time alone.

Nevertheless, when they did laundry again and came back to camp, Celestia put a hand on his shoulder once he'd finished wringing and hanging the clothes. "Join me out on the beach, would you?"

Jake nodded and followed her out to the shore, where he found a pair of wooden chairs for lounging, one clearly larger than the other. They were made from the scrap wood that had been cut off while building the house, and were padded with the fronds removed from the palm trees. Between them sat a crudely put-together table with a wooden bowl full of a yellowish-white cream.

"What is this?"

"Something silly," answered Celestia. "We're almost done with the house, and even though we still have work to do after that, I figured we'd take a moment to just sit back and take stock of what we've managed so far. What do you say?"

Jake couldn't believe it. He'd given up on the idea so many times, thinking it was unattainable. He knew he was supposed to lounge and listen to the waves while drinking a light beer with a lime wedge in the neck of the bottle, or something with crushed ice through a straw with an umbrella, but he was pretty sure she didn't have either of those, and even if she did, the relaxation would be wasted because he'd just pass out again and wake up with her cock up his arse.

"Piña colada?"

She had two coconut halves, one of which she was offering to him. He was a bit wary, because he'd never had rum before.

"Don't worry," she shook her head, unable to wave it off with her hands full. "These are just like you when you arrived; smooth, creamy and virgin."

Jake took mild offense to being called a virgin, but then he remembered, he wasn't anymore. He'd had sex. He'd experienced his first time here, on the island. With a smile, he took the drink she was offering, and tasted it. It was sweeter than he'd expected, and less fibrous.

They took their places on their beach chairs, with Jake taking the smaller one, as Celestia was bigger. They spent a good twenty minutes just sitting in silence, just sipping on their drinks and listening to the soft roar of the waves crashing on the shore. It was peaceful, and it was nice for their ears to not be constantly under the barrage of the tools.

The stillness was broken as Celestia let her empty coconut hit the table as she set it down. "Time to oil up."

Jake turned to her. "Excuse me?"

Celestia grabbed the bowl of creamy white stuff. "The sun is nice, but it can damage your skin. Staying in the shade of the grove helps, but if we're going to be out here for more than a few minutes, we need some kind of protection."

Jake furrowed his brow. "Doesn't tanning oil like that cause even more skin damage?"

"This isn't tanning oil," explained Celestia. "This is coconut oil. It has an SPF of four or five, so it's not particularly great as a sunblock goes, but I don't have any zinc oxide, and it's better than nothing."

"Wouldn't an SPF of five barely do anything?" asked Jake.

Celestia folded her arms. "Is not twenty percent of the required protection better than zero? Coconut oil is as protective as a white cotton shirt. It's not much, but it's something."

Jake was still a bit skeptical. "If you're that concerned about the sun, we can just go back home. There's no reason we can't do this another day. Maybe with clouds, or an umbrella? I can't make it fold, but I could probably make an umbrella. Slap some palm fronds on there, and it'll be just as good as a canopy."

Celestia snorted. "Well, if I'd known you were so against it, I wouldn't have asked you to rub oil on my tits."

Jake's eyes shot open and he bolted upright. "Wait a minute!"