Bruce's Island Week One - by Lorie



	Bruce sat in the shade of a palm tree and strummed his 

guitar. This whole trip had not gone the way it was planned 

and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He was due 

in Phoenix for a Grand Funk Railroad concert in two weeks 

and it looked like he was stuck here with no way of getting 

word back to the real world. Don and Mel were depending on 

him and he let them down. He sighed in frustration. At 

least he had a nice group to be marooned with. With a 

smile he thought back to the events of the past couple of 

days.

	At first, he was pissed at what had happened. The 

first KISS cruise on a state of the art ship with all past 

and present members of the group and a lots of great fans. 

What a party it was supposed to be. Then a computer glitch 

and everything goes to hell in a hand basket. Everyone 

grabbed what he or she could from the ship and made their 

way to the islands. His group was small in comparison the 

Paul and Gene's but that was okay. The first day's 

exploration unveiled his island's hidden treasure: a lagoon 

with a waterfall. It was straight from a travel brochure. 

He was enjoying the sound of the waterfall now as he 

relaxed. It shouldn't be too long before they were rescued. 

Until then, he'd enjoy the rest.

	Lorie sat down the basket she was carrying. She 

grabbed one of the oranges that she had just gathered and 

peeled it. As she ate the fruit, she looked around at her 

temporary new home. This was not what she had expected when 

she booked the KISS cruise. She was handling all of the 

recent developments better than she expected. Before this, 

roughing it meant a hotel without room service. She could 

do this, the Survivor act. Maybe she should have watched 

the show when it was on for some pointers. 

	She felt sorry for her hosts. Beyond the money lost, 

she knew they felt bad about what happened. They all put 

aside past differences to do this and it becomes Gilligan's 

Island revisited. All those city boys stuck on tropical 

islands. She laughed at that last thought. What would they 

know about roughing it? From what she saw yesterday, they 

knew enough. She knew when she was going to Bruce's island 

when they started dividing up on the boat. He always seemed 

the more levelheaded of all of them and she knew she was in 

good hands. 

	In good hands. Lorie could only hope she would be in 

his hands but didn't dare. She's lusted after Bruce for 

years and now she was stranded on an island with him. Him 

and many others. Other women who were more his type. Oh 

well, she could always dream. 

	Lorie caught sight of the waterfall and sighed. It 

would feel so good now to go for a swim. She looked back 

down at the basket, then back to the waterfall. Just a 

quick dip to cool off, she thought to herself and walked 

over to the water's edge. As she pulled off her shorts, she 

was thankful she wore her swimsuit that day. The water was 

cool and refreshing as she waded in. It wasn't long before 

she was splashing around and enjoying the water.

	Bruce looked up from his guitar and saw one of his 

castaways swimming around in the lagoon. It was his rose 

girl from the GFR concerts. He watched as she swam around, 

remembering her from yesterday when they arrived. She was 

one of the ones who went right to work, setting up tents 

and storing the supplies. He didn't get a chance to talk to 

her and wanted to thank her for her hard work. She was 

sound asleep by the time he got around to speaking to her. 

Now was as good of time as any, he figured as he got up and 

walked to the lagoon.

	By the time he reached the edge, she was floating on 

her back with her eyes closed. Bruce's mischievous nature 

got the better of him and a plan formed in his mind. He sat 

down his guitar and stripped down to his swim trunks. As 

quietly as he could, he waded into the water and dove under 

the surface. When he was under her, he stood up and 

gathered her in his arms. In shock, she grabbed on to him 

and gasped. "Got ya'" he laughed.  When she turned to look 

at him, he saw how blue her eyes were.

	When she was floating in the lagoon, the last thing 

she thought she would be doing was laying in Bruce's arms. 

But here she was, clad in nothing but a swimsuit cuddled up 

against Bruce's bare chest and his lips a few inches away 

from his. It was too much. "Uh…could you let me go?" she 

asked half hoping he wouldn't. He smiled at her, "Okay…but 

it'll cost you." She giggled nervously, "Cost? You've been 

hanging around Gene too long." He whispered, "No, this one 

is all my own," and he lowered his head to kiss her. His 

lips felt soft and warm against hers. She couldn't help 

herself when the moan escaped from her throat as his tongue 

parted her lips and slid into her mouth.

	Bruce surprised himself by kissing her. He hadn't 

planned seducing his fan he had nicknamed Rosey but it 

seemed so right for the moment. He remembered her kiss on 

his cheek from the meet and greet party after the last show 

in Harris. He remembered her from the Columbus show in 

June. He remembered the roses she and her friend sent to 

him before both shows. He wasn't surprised to see her at 

the first night party on the cruise ship. Now here she was, 

marooned on an island with him, swimming in a hidden 

lagoon, and kissing. This was definitely turning out better 

that expected. He just wished he remembered her name.

	When she surfaced from the kiss, she looked into his 

beautiful brown eyes. "Mmm…I believe I owe you some 

change," and kissed him back. As their lips met, she 

mentally kicked herself for such a corny line. It was 

quickly forgotten when she plunged her tongue into his 

mouth and she felt his velvet tongue danced an erotic tango 

with hers. She ran her fingers through his ebony hair. If 

this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up.

	He released her legs and held her close to him. She 

felt so good against him; nearly naked except for the scrap 

of spandex she called a swimsuit. His hands freely roamed 

over her body as he kissed her. He caught the strap of the 

suit and slid it down her shoulder. Bruce released her lips 

and traveled a scorching trail down her throat to her 

collarbone. He heard her gasp as he licked a sensitive spot 

at the base of her neck. "I found your trigger spot," he 

said in a singsong voice.

	Lorie wanted him so much but with no spying eyes 

around. She suddenly remembered her earlier discovery. 

"There's a cave behind the waterfall," Lorie said 

breathlessly. She barely heard him say Let's go and swam 

with him to the waterfall.

	After they made their way through the pounding water, 

they found a soft patch of moss to lay in. Sunlight 

filtered through the waterfall and cast a glow in the 

shallow cave. The sound of the falling water blocked out 

all outside and enclosed them in their little world. They 

wasted little time stripping each other's bathing suits 

off. 

	For a while after they made love, they laid together, 

catching their breath and holding each other. Lorie rested 

her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. She 

lightly ran her fingers over his arms and chest, still not 

believing what had just happened. She felt him glide his 

hand over her back and kiss her forehead. She knew they 

should get back to the camp before they were missed but 

didn't want to leave the hidden cave. As if he read her 

thoughts Bruce said, "Let's keep this place our little 

secret. I have no idea how long we are going to be stranded 

here, so this will be our hideaway." She lifted her head 

and smiled, "Agreed but we really should get back." 

Reluctantly, they stood up and put their swimsuits back on. 

Together they dove under the waterfall and back into the 

sunlight.