by Sacchi Green
We gathered up the toppled but unbroken bottles and stumbled through the thick, cool woods. We found a small, sunny clearing in the middle of a cedar grove. I twisted open a couple of beers and sank into the dampish meadow grass, propping my head up on one of Millie’s crossed thighs.
“How did we miss that fucking deer?” Millie asked. She sucked down several gulps of beer before exclaiming, “Dammit, I’m horny.”
She was too much.
“I’m serious. I’m horny, Bryn. I need to get laid. Right now. Fuck! It could always be the last time. Think about that!”
I giggled, still a little high and a little scared from the near miss. “That would suck indeed, but I don’t think we’ll be getting a whole lot of action out here in the middle of nowhere.”
She took me by my shoulders, flipped me over like I was a naughty kid, and slapped me on the ass. “You’re it.”
“Yeah right, you stoned crazy bitch! You’re whacked. What are you going to do, fuck me up the butt with a pinecone?”
“Don’t be such a prude. Come on, strip. It’ll be fun. What’s not to love about fucking in wide open spaces with the wind whistling Dixie between your legs? Dare ya. Double-dog dare ya. Pussy. You’re not really so tough, are you? Scaredy cat.”
She wouldn’t quit. She plucked a purple cornflower and twirled it in her fingers. She ran it along my cheek, across my chest, and down one leg.
“We’re young. We’re alive. We’re single. There’s absolutely no fucking reason why we shouldn’t.” Millie smiled at me and raised her hands and shoulders into a question. “Give me one reason why not.”
I could hear the sound of a woodpecker pounding holes in a nearby snag.
I realized at that moment that Millie, in all of her free-spirited hilarity, was serious about the fucking. Why did she have to dare me? She shook out her ponytail, long wavy blonde hair falling across her shoulders. She slipped out of her tank top and stood up braless in her faded jeans, spinning around, following her young, firm breasts in circles, the filtered sunlight giving her muscular body an unearthly glow.
She took my hand and pulled me up off the ground, grabbing my ass as I stood up. She pressed her face to my neck and nibbled at my ear, and then reached into my shirt and pinched a nipple hard.
“Ouch, Millie! That hurt.”
I felt myself getting wet.
She giggled and put her hands on her hips. “You need to lighten up, Bryn. Slam another beer. Let’s have some fun.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you? I might. Maybe.”
Millie raised her arms in the air and howled like a wolf.
“Shhhh! Who knows who might come driving along here? You’re so out of control.”
She pulled off my T-shirt and signaled me to follow her to a cedar tree with low, thick branches. She grinned like a little girl and scaled up a few levels, settling herself on a thick branch that made her look like she was straddling a giant bark-covered cock.
“Damn, Millie, you are like a fucking forest nympho,” I said. I followed her up to the dick branch and situated myself behind her, cedar boughs grazing my back. The sweet smell of that oxygen-exhaling tree’s breath swirled around us as we parted our legs across its bark. My breasts pressed against Millie’s long hair and her smooth, strong shoulder blades as I steadied myself against her.
“Touch me Bryn, come on. This living, breathing tree loves me. You know you want to love me too.”
I pulled her hair to one side, wrapped my arms around her waist, and tentatively kissed her shoulder. Her skin radiated lust. She reached back and ran her hands down my thighs, tilted her head back, and inhaled deeply.
“Good girl. Now touch me here.”
Millie unzipped her jeans and took my hand, guiding it down to her cunt, already swollen and wet. I could feel the heat rippling across her skin.
“And here.”
She pulled my fingers to her clit. I imagined pleasuring myself while I fingered her, letting her moans guide my strokes. Maybe it was the pot, but her clit felt huge beneath my fingertips. It was, I admit, intoxicating. Okay, it was more than intoxicating. It was fucking amazing and incredibly freeing. I began to lose myself in sensation and pleasure. I continued rubbing her dripping pussy and leaned against her back, my free hand stroking her hardened nipples.
Millie literally squealed with pleasure, a high girlish sound I’d never heard her make. There was nothing high-pitched about Millie, but there she was, perched in a tree, me fucking her with my fingertips, and her squealing silver bells of joy like a wood-land fairy.
“Bryn,” Millie said, placing her hand atop mine. “Let’s go back to the meadow.”
We climbed down like a couple of jungle Janes. Millie skipped back to the meadow, breasts bouncing, arms outstretched, singing some old folk song while I trotted after her, only half-believing what was happening, the craziness of it, the beauty of it, the thrill of it—and only half-believing that I would be brave enough to let go completely.
I let Millie pull me down on top of her in the grass. She was all smiles and giggles, obviously thrilled to have lived to fuck again. I straddled her and took one of her hard nipples in my mouth. I sucked at it awkwardly and bit down, tugging on it and letting it pop out of my mouth with drama, masking my nervousness with bravado.
God she smelled good, like soap and ferns and weed. She turned me over and slid down my body, my stomach slick with sweat and dew. She spread my legs and licked my thighs. Her tongue traced an arc across my buttocks and into my cunt with gentle urgency. She buried her face deep in my understory and licked me hard and fast, her hands under my ass, pushing my crotch skyward.
She thrust her tongue in deep, and then singed a trail of fire around my swollen clit, her fingers butterfly wings of pleasure that stripped me of all inhibition. She moved her hands, wet with my juices, up my sides and onto my tits, rubbing my aching nipples. My hips twisted uncontrollably beneath her. She slid up my wet stomach, squeezing my breasts together and putting both throbbing nipples into her mouth at once, making little circles with her tongue and biting just enough to make me go crazy. Pleasure and pain shot through my body, and I wrapped my legs around her waist, the universe expanding in a ball of red-hot flame. She took a fistful of my hair and pulled my neck sideways, licking my throat and breasts. I shuddered and moaned with pleasure.
Then she reversed position and went down on me again, her dewy blossom a wildflower hovering above my face. I licked at it lightly at first, then pulled her hips down, wanting to explore deeper, her juices wetting my lips while I enjoyed her animal taste.
I explored the inner edges of her petals with my tongue, sliding my fingers carefully into her labyrinth. Millie’s clit pulsed in my mouth, quivering like forbidden fruit. Mesmerized, I wrapped my tongue around it again and again, a moth to a flame. She moaned with pleasure, her hips grinding, her breasts against my hips, her long hair draped across my thighs, her tongue dancing around inside of me.
Millie lightly sucked my clit into her lips and held me there, aching, as she pushed her fingers in deep.
“Fuck me, Millie,” I moaned, my voice deep and breathless, released, freed by the wings of lust. “You feel so good, Millie, God, your tongue. Mmmm, you are sunshine and earth and clouds and trees. Oh my god, Millie!” Millie’s fingertips flickered across my G-spot, her lips pulsing against me as I arched my back and gave in to desire. She came moments later, a flood of hot come, ocean and sky, filling my mouth.
We lay there entwined in the grass, panting and giggling, and somehow it all seemed as natural as if we were Greek dryads come to life.
The sound of footsteps at the edge of the forest startled us to our feet.
We stood there in the meadow, sweaty and wet, pine needles and bits of moss and grass clinging to our skin. A light breeze stirred the trees. From behind a tall cedar emerged the buck, looking across the meadow at us with those big animal eyes, just watching, waiting to see what we’d do next.
DINNER A
T CROMPTON’S
Scarlett French
I want to take you out for dinner,” said Zoe, sounding determined.
“But…” I began, then faltered. Zoe was one of my favorite people, but things had been uncomfortable since she’d told me about her feelings. I held the receiver to my ear and struggled for the right words. She broke the silence.
“Look, I want to take you out for dinner—as friends—to say it’s cool, okay? To set things straight and start over. There’s no reason for this weirdness. So I fancy you. Big deal. You’re not the only friend I fancy. It was worth a shot, but it shouldn’t cost a friendship, should it?”
She was right, of course. “Okay, it’s just that I felt bad. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Honey,” she said, “I ain’t hurtin’, okay?”
“Okay,” I said, feeling more relaxed. “I’ve missed you lately, you know. I haven’t had anyone to be sarcastic with these last couple of weeks.” I tried to sound breezy, but also, it was the truth. She had a wonderfully dry wit, and we set each other off. I had missed her company, her strength and humor.
“Good, I’m glad I’m hard to replace! All right then, I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow night,” she said with a lilt in her voice, obviously pleased.
I sat down with the phone in my hand and thought about how the whole thing had transpired. We’d met for one of our usual coffees in the sun one Sunday, and, while walking along the bay, she’d turned to me with the coolest line I’d ever heard: “You know how you sat on my lap at Kirsty’s party and sort of wriggled around? How would you like to do that naked?” I remember I’d been completely taken aback—I had sat on her lap at the party, but I hadn’t meant anything by it. I’d never thought of Zoe that way, strangely perhaps, considering we talked about sex all the time and clearly had similar ideas on the matter. I remember she’d turned to me as I stood there unsure of what to say, and planted her mouth on mine, plunging her tongue straight in. I had automatically kissed her back before pulling away in confusion. Since then, I must admit, I had been thinking about that kiss. Well, not just the kiss, but also her tongue. It was kind of crimped around the edge, and I had since wondered how it might feel to be licked by such a tongue. Also, the force with which she kissed me…it does make you wonder how someone might be in bed, that’s all. But I was happy with our friendship the way it was. I looked forward to hanging out together again, just like before her confession.
The following evening I took a long bath and clipped my nails. They needed doing anyway, and since I’d just had a bath, they were softened and easy to cut. I pulled on some jeans and a new top made from sari fabric. It was a nice warm night, so it was a good opportunity to wear it. Zoe turned up around seven-thirty with a smile on her face. A tall Greek woman with a great figure, Zoe suited figure-hugging clothes and tended to wear a lot of black, which made her look catlike. Tonight was no exception: she wore one of her usual ensembles, black T-shirt and black leather trousers. She loved those leather trousers and wore them even in the heat of summer.
She handed me a plastic container. “These are from my mum,” she said. Inside were three varieties of homemade cookie; two kinds of spiced and a honey shortbread. “She said you must eat them all. She says all my friends and I are too thin.”
We laughed then. “I can imagine her saying that!” I admired the way Zoe’s mother pretended that her daughter was just falling behind a bit in the husband search and was so kind to us, when she had to know we were a bunch of dykes.
“That’s so sweet of her, Zoe. Please tell her thank you from me and I promise to eat them all.” I intended to anyway, as they were the best cookies around. I left them in my room to keep them away from my housemates.
We got into Zoe’s car, and she started the engine.
“So, where are you taking me?” I asked her.
“Oh, it’s just this little place,” she said mysteriously as we pulled away from the curb. She obviously had a surprise in store, so I didn’t press her. As we approached Oriental Bay, I figured she must be taking me to that popular new restaurant on the seafront, but we drove on past. The next street over we pulled into a hotel parking lot.
“Are we walking from here?” I asked.
“No, we’re here,” said Zoe. I looked at her quizzically. She pulled the keys from the ignition. “The restaurant here is apparently renowned for its vegetarian menu,” she said, as she grabbed her bag and opened the car door.
We entered the hotel and headed to Crompton’s, the prosaically named restaurant. Once we were seated, Zoe excused herself. I looked around at the ’80s décor—geometric wallpaper friezes and shiny curtains. When she returned, we took up our menus and had a look at what was on offer. I had to wonder at the source of the recommendation when I saw that there was only one vegetarian choice, standard vegetable lasagna. It didn’t really matter because they had a bit of seafood, and besides, I fancied cod and chips as it happened. Zoe chose a pepper steak that, when it arrived, didn’t look all that great. But anyway, it was nice to catch up, clear the air, and have a good laugh. We had each other in stitches over our banana splits and coffee; it felt great to be hanging out again.
“Let’s go,” said Zoe abruptly, as we were on the last sips of our coffee. She went to the counter to pay the bill rather than receive it at the table. As we left, I wanted to ask if she was okay but decided to wait until we were outside, perhaps suggest a proper coffee at one of the cafés along the seafront. Before we reached the doors beyond the reception desk, Zoe stopped short and turned to face me.
“Look, I’ve booked a room in the hotel for the night,” she said. “Spend it with me.”
“You what?” I asked, shocked, before quickly realizing the situation. I was suddenly annoyed because I felt so gullible. “That’s why you brought me to this restaurant! God, the food was rough. I knew there was something strange going on.”
She spoke softly, as a porter passed us. “You’re right, and yeah, the restaurant was the unconvincing part of the plan, but I wouldn’t have done this if I’d thought for a second you’d say no. I took you by surprise a couple of weeks back, but I know you’ve been thinking about it since. I don’t think sex has to complicate a friendship. We’re close, you and me. Let’s see how far that goes.”
“Zoe, I don’t know.” She was right, of course, I had given it thought.
“Well, I do. I know you and I know what excites you. That thing that you want, I’ve got it upstairs.”
She wouldn’t, surely. But then—she had to mean that. We’d had a specific conversation about it recently. I stood there, feeling like I was on the verge of something new. I could take this opportunity, or I could reject it and maybe always regret it.
“Show me what you’ve got, then,” I said, eyeing her steadily to feign confidence.
Her face broke into a grin, and she hit the button to call the elevator. I expected her to leap on me the moment the mirrored doors closed, but she maintained a composed distance, heightening the anticipation.
The doors opened on the fourth floor. I followed her down the corridor and waited as she turned the key in the lock. The room was clean and simple, and had an enormous bed with crisp white linen. Zoe dimmed the lights as we entered. I peered through the curtains at the streetlights twinkling along the boulevard below. By day, the view of Oriental Bay must be spectacular.
Zoe rummaged in the fridge and pulled out cans of ginger ale, my favorite. On the table was a bucket of ice, which she must have arranged earlier. She handed me a drink and picked up the TV remote while she sipped her soda.
“Well,” she said as she flicked through the channels, “I didn’t invite you up here to watch the soaps.” She found the channel she was looking for, flung the remote on the table, and turned to face me. Behind her, the TV emitted a blue light and soft moaning sounds. She put her drink down and approached me, reaching her arms out to wrap around my waist. We began to kiss, hesitantly at first, and then passionately. I felt her gr
ip my arse and pull me closer, right in to her pelvis. She moved her lips to my ear and murmured, “I think you’re so fucking horny. You try to contain it, don’t you, but you’re a dirty little minx.”
I felt myself go limp at those words. She knew I liked dirty talk! This was nothing like sex for the first time because Zoe knew what pressed my buttons, and she wasn’t going to play fair. All right then, I thought.
“Yes I am, as a matter of fact,” I murmured back as I slid my hands up her top and cupped her breasts in my hands. On one level it felt weird—I had my friend’s breasts in my hands. On another, it was erotic, plain and simple. I lifted her T-shirt and began to lick at her nipples.
“Oh,” she began, and threw her head back. I flicked my tongue over and over her hard nipples and slowly drew them into my mouth. She had lovely breasts, firm and very full, and I buried my face in them. “Oh,” she breathed again, “oh, but I have something for you.” Soft sounds of moaning came from the television in bursts.
She maneuvered me over to the bed, pushed me onto it, and then stripped me down to my underwear. Blue light played across her as she pulled off her T-shirt and now-tangled bra and went over to her backpack. “Do you know what I’ve got for you?” she said, as more of a statement than a question.
I lay propped up on my elbows and grinned. “I couldn’t possibly imagine.” But I was imagining all right.
She retrieved a bottle of lube, and then watched my face as she reached into the bag again and pulled out a thick purple dildo. I drew in a breath.
“You said you wanted to try it, so I thought I’d make the arrangements. Like any friend would.”
“Aah, well, that’s some friend,” I said, grinning. I was stunned by Zoe. God, she was bold! “Bring it here so I can see it,” I said, sitting up on the bed. I couldn’t believe it—we’d talked about strap-ons so recently, and I’d confessed that I was desperate to try it out.