Jordan was a half mile up the gravel road before he realized that something was wrong. He had felt it as soon as he got off the ferry, because what was supposed to be an island with shops and hotels and a historic fort just looked like a gravel parking lot. But Jordan was a college student on vacation, and the area was unfamiliar to him. The entire idea of ferries and islands was unfamiliar to him. So when he walked off the ferry, he assumed the center of town was up the road and around the bend. But after walking for 10 minutes up the gravel road, he turned a corner and saw the road stretching ahead, nothing but pine trees. A lone shed without windows stood in a gravel cul-de-sac. And Jordan got nervous.
He looked up at the sky, and realized that clouds were gathering, and that the sun had disappeared behind a knot of them on the horizon. He ran back to the ferry landing, to see the ferry had already disappeared out into the fog. He looked at the sign and saw that the Pine Island Ferry wouldn’t return until the morning. He wasn’t supposed to be on Pine Island. And he certainly wasn’t supposed to be here overnight!
And so that is how Jordan, barely 20 years old, and on an adventure during summer break that was supposed to be fun, ended up wandering around a deserted island off the coast of New England in the dusk. Since there was nothing going on in the direction he had first come, he took the gravel road the other way. And, just as the mist stared turning to drizzle, he saw what looked to be lights a ways off. He started walking, then running fast, as the drizzle turned to rain. He found himself in front of a small, charming white-sided New England cabin, and quickly opened the gate, moving to the front door and knocking on it.
There was no response for a minute, and he became more worried. But then the door opened in front of him, and he saw the home’s resident: an older woman, dressed in a grey dress. “Oh my,” she said, “but you do look very cold. Come in quickly.” He didn’t ask questions, even though he might have. When he entered the door, he found a small, cozy living room, with a hot burning Franklin stove. It was good to be out of the cold.
The woman was looking him over. “You will probably want a shower,” she said. The house seemed so old that he was worried the shower would be decrepit, but she led him down a hallway into a modern, clean bathroom. “Go ahead, get warm,” she said, with a smile.
He realized the oddness of it all, but the cold fabric against his skin was unbearable. As soon as she closed the door, he stripped and turned on the how water and sunk into the tub. As he did so, he realized how tired he was. Before taking the ferry, he had been travelling all day, if not all week. His body started to dissolve into the hot water. And, being a 20 year old college student, as the hot water filled the tub, he realized he had another problem. He had the libido of a college student, and as his immediate worries melted away, he felt his penis hardening. He didn’t risk touching it...he might become too aroused, and that would be quite embarassing in a stranger’s bathroom. He told himself to calm down, and after realizing that too long of a shower might be rude, he got out. He did have a problem, in that she had taken his old clothes, but he noticed a pair of pajamas on a hanger on the doorknob. Comfortable flannel, exactly his size. He slipped into them.
He looked at himself in the mirror. Despite the wearing day, his face had a fresh scrubbed glow to it. He had blond hair, clear peach complection a little red from the hot water, and a square jaw. He had just enough scruff in his hair to avoid looking too preppy. That was part of the reason for this trip---he was tired of people thinking he was only a clean-cut jock.
When he returned to the living room, he blinked for a minute. She was sitting in an easy chair, but she seemed different. When he had first seen her in the doorway, she seemed older, but now she seemed like a middle-aged woman. Jordan was 20, so for him 32 might as well have been 52, but she was somewhere in there. She also looked more cheerful. She had a twinkle in her eye. The grey dress that had seemed so severe in the dark now seemed like a fashion statement in the cheery living room. He sat down, and, by way of explanation, told how he got here. He wanted to apologize for barging in, saying that it was just because he was lost. She laughed and said, “This isn’t the first time it has happened”. She seemed amused. He wanted to ask her what she meant by that, but he felt his eyes getting heavy. It had been a long day, and it had finally caught up with him. He also realized now, looking at her in the warm living room, that she was pretty. And he subtly crossed his legs, with the realization that he might start embarassing himself soon.
“I think you need to sleep,” she said, and her voice sounded like it came from far away. He nodded in agreement. She stepped close to him, and took his hand. “This way she said,” as he shuffled behind her down the hallway. Her hand was cool, but he could feel the pulse inside of it, surprisingly strong. A minute later, he was looking into a nicely furnished, warm guest bedroom. The pillows and blankets seemed heavenly. He barely remembered crawling into bed, and she hit the light, leaving him in the dark, moonlit room. He was asleep within minutes.
He didn’t know when he woke up, other than the moon was still out, and he could hear a creak. The events of the previous day flooded back to his mind, but his body felt too heavy to move. He heard the doorknob turn, and then he was looking into the eyes of his hostess, standing in the doorway. The silhoutte of light showed a body that wasn’t wearing a shapeless grey dress, but something that showed off her curves. Her feet made creakings on the floorboard as she moved over to him, bent down, and kissed him. Her lips, like her hands earlier, were cool, but warmed up as her tongue travelled up and down his lips. He still felt very heavy, but he could still move enough to open his mouth to her questing tongue. She pulled back with a pleasurable gasp. Looking up at her, in the moonlight, she appeared different. Her hair must have been up in a bun earlier, because now it cascaded around her face, a curtain of curly locks. Her face looked timeless and mysterious, and really the same age as him.