"Sila atu," she said in a heavy accent.
"Drink the rest," the native girl said. "It will help settle your stomach and ease the pain."
I slowly emptied the bowl, then the old lady got up and said something to the girl before she stepped out of the hut.
For the first time since I'd woken up, I began to feel a little less anxious about my situation, and I gazed up at the native girl, studying her face. She was even more breathtaking close-up than I'd remembered. Her large brown doe eyes, small slender nose, and spongy cheeks gave her the appearance of a girl far younger than her sexy figure would suggest. I glanced at her chest and was disappointed to see that she was fully covered with some kind of dyed dress. The cloth looked thick and dense, more like a mat than the woven cloth used to make our Western garments. I glanced down my own body and was relieved to see that I was still wearing the same clothes I'd left the boat with.
"How long have you and your family lived here?" I asked, interested as much to learn about the history of her culture as her actual age.
"Our family and those of our tribe have lived on this island for centuries. As best we can tell from the oral traditions passed down from our ancestors, the island was settled by Polynesians traveling from the larger islands around 300 AD. I myself have lived in this little hamlet my entire life, which I'm told is eighteen rainy seasons."
So young, I sighed. With her flawless brown skin and soft cheeks, she looked even younger than her chronological age. I flashed back and remembered what she looked like naked under the waterfall, and shifted uncomfortably on the mat beneath me. I could feel the wetness building between my legs and blushed suddenly, realizing how attracted I was to this island goddess.
"You look even younger than that," I said, glancing at her tight-fitting frock. "At least, from the neck up. You're very pretty."
The girl smiled at me as she leaned in closer and lowered her voice.
"I saw you watching me," she said. "And I saw what you were doing behind that tree."
"Um..." I stumbled, not knowing how to react at being found out.
"It's okay," she said. "We're very open about our sexuality in our tribe. It's perfectly healthy and normal. I'm glad that you saw me. I think you're very beautiful also."
I felt a sudden tingle between my legs as I squeezed my thighs together, unconsciously rubbing myself against my tight cargo shorts.
"Oh?" I said, fishing for more details. "Have you had a lot of experience in that area? Where I come from, girls don't usually become active until your age or later."
"Most of the boys and girls in our tribe become sexually active soon after they reach maturity. But since I'm the daughter of the chief, he expects me to save myself until marriage."
"Now I see why you needed to find another form of release under the waterfall."
The girl smiled at me as I began to feel the perspiration building between our palms.
"A woman can only go so long with unsatisfied needs—"
"I know the feeling all too well," I nodded. "It's been a long time for me too."
The girl's eyes widened in surprise as she rubbed my ring finger with her fingers.
"You're not married? I would have thought a pretty woman of your age would have plenty of suitors..."
"I was, once. But my interests seem to have gravitated more toward women these last few years..."
The girl shifted her weight off her knees and sat cross-legged beside me, pulling the heel of her foot under her dress against her crotch.
"So have mine lately."
I paused for a moment, wondering how far I should take our little flirtation.
"You've never even been kissed?" I said.
The girl chuckled as she looked towards the front door of her hut.
"Not unless you count all the pecks on my cheek by my matua. I'm expected to remain chaste until the day I'm given away."
"Given away?" I said, shaking my head in confusion.
"Any potential mate must first be approved by my father. Not many suitors have stepped forward in deference to his authority."