by Sky Winters
“So, you grew up here in Bear Lake?” she asked.
“Yes. I was born here, went to high school here. Between growing up here, school and the store, I know pretty much everyone in town. It’s like your friends, Ian and Randy, I meet them when they first came to town. Randy was fussing over everything in the store and Ian was just watching him fret, smiling and nodding. I could tell they were a couple and knew they were going to have a hard time fitting in with so many small town, small minded people.”
“I didn’t realize they ever had a problem with that,” Goldie said, feeling saddened that someone might take an unfortunate view of them based on their private preferences when they were such good guys.
“As it turned out, I was completely wrong. They are such great guys that people seemed to just accept them without issue. Between Ian’s quick wit and Randy’s sarcastic zingers, they always have people in stitches wherever they go. Plus, they are the first to jump in to help anyone who seems to be in need.”
“Yes. They have always been like that. They are one of the nicest couples I know. I’ve seen people take advantage of that and find it unfortunate, but they seem to just chalk incidents like that up to poor judgment and move on.”
“That sounds like them. What about you? Were you always a big city girl or did you move there later in life?”
“I have always lived in the city. We sometimes went on road trips to see how other people lived when I was growing up, but the city was home, still is. I don’t know if I could live in a place like this long term. It’s nice and quiet when you need that sort of downtime, but I think I would miss the lights and parties. There is always something to do there.”
“I’m sure there is. I think that would just make me tired after a while. I love the outdoors and just sitting under the moon and skies. Sometimes, the urge to just get out and run through the woods strikes me and I can do that freely here. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t get by with how I live in a big city anywhere. Too many people, too many questions, too much noise.”
“I suppose we tend to grow into the places where we grow up. We become as much a part of it as it does us.”
“I can agree with that,” he said.
They talked into the wee hours, until she fell asleep, still in his arms. Another odd dream came to her. This time she was not running, but lying by a river in the sun, enjoying the way it felt beaming down on her face. Once again, she was startled awake, this time because she was dreaming a storm was afoot. A loud crack of lightening caused her to bolt upright and John to stir beside her, but he didn’t wake up. Looking out the window, the night was clear, but morning was breaking.
Chapter Six
Goldie crept into the house and tiptoed to her bedroom early the next morning. She had slipped out of John’s house with a kiss on the cheek and an excuse that she had an early day planned. Despite how incredible the night with him had been, she knew it was best to end it before it got to the whole “stay for breakfast” and then “let’s spend the day together” bits that might take it to a level she didn’t want to attempt. Climbing beneath the covers, she intended to just relax in bed for a while and then maybe get out and do some hiking.
“Oh, bad girl is up,” Ian said playfully as she stepped into the living room much later in the morning.
“Yes, she is. What are you doing at home? Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“I should be, but I took the day off. I’m about to head up to Walter’s Bluff to see the doctor.”
“Nothing serious, I hope.”
“No, nothing at all. Just a routine checkup and an opportunity to do some shopping. You want to come with me and take a browse about town?”
“I appreciate it, but I think I’m going to head out into the woods and roam around a bit.”
“It’s a lovely place to roam, but I don’t suggest you go too far alone. There are wild animals out there.”
“I’ll stick to the well-traveled trails.”
“Just be careful. Promise?”
“I do,” she said with a laugh, feeling a bit like she was talking to her father.
“Good enough then. I’m off to my appointment. I think Randy is working late, so you’ll be on your own for dinner.”
“I can probably manage,” she said with a laugh.
“I’m sure you’ll do fine. You don’t seem to have a shortage of pretty men to take you out for a bite. Perhaps you should call one of them up.”
“I’m pacing myself. I’ll most likely just grab a sandwich or something.”
“Oh, live a little. You’ll be gone at the end of the week. No sense not taking advantage of something that’s right in front of you.”
“I’ll take it under advisement,” she said with a smile. Ian shrugged and walked out the door.
Goldie changed and threw a few things into her daypack for the impromptu hike. She was already halfway down the sidewalk when an overwhelming sense of nausea stopped her in her tracks. The sun suddenly felt unnaturally hot as it bore down upon her from above. A few more steps and she felt like she might pass out. Perhaps it was a result of having drank more than usual last night, but she still hadn’t consumed enough to be hungover, especially when she wasn’t this way when she had woken up either time today.
“Fuck this,” she muttered and turned around to return to the house.
Sitting on the sofa, she turned on the television to discover that someone had been attacked by bears only hours ago. She thought about Randy and Ian’s comments insinuating there were werewolves out and about at the full moon and laughed. At least it wasn’t a wolf attack! Then, she felt bad that she was making light of someone having been mauled, but the news continued to say that the man who was killed was a known sexual predator. Perhaps karma did exist, after all. Her body began to feel even worse and she decided to go lie down.
She spent the rest of the day alternately curled up in bed and in the bathroom being ill. Obviously, she had picked up a bug somewhere. By late afternoon, it seemed to have passed and she was starving. A sandwich wasn’t going to cut it. She got dressed again and walked into town to a diner she had seen yesterday. It advertised home cooking and that was just what she needed right now.
“That was delicious,” she told the waitress, having finished off a large plate of pork roast with potatoes, onions and carrots. It was a heavy meal, something she didn’t ordinarily allow herself, but even after having eaten the entire thing, she felt like she could still eat.
“Would you like a slice of pie?” the woman asked and Goldie looked at her as if she was an angel, a smile spreading across her face.
“Yes! Do you have peach?”
“We certainly do. Ala mode?”
“Absolutely. Thank you.”
Goldie took her time enjoying the warm gooey pie with the large dollop of vanilla bean ice cream on the side. She was pretty sure that it was the best thing she had ever tasted. What she wasn’t sure about was why she was so hungry. Then it occurred to her that she had eaten nothing today. Perhaps that was the simple explanation for her hunger. Her thoughts were disrupted as her cell phone rang.
“Did you make it home okay?” Ian asked.
“Oh, yes. Well, I never left really. I felt a little ill and went back to bed for a while.”
“You aren’t here now.”
“No. I was incredibly hungry when I woke up and decided to come up to the diner for dinner. I’m sorry. I should have left a note.”
“Oh, please. You don’t have to answer to us. Still, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t lost in the woods somewhere and unable to get back before night falls. We will see you when you get back.”
“See you soon,” she said, ending the call.
Goldie paid her bill and walked out. All the shops were beginning to close up. Bear Lake was one of those small town places that shut down before dark, for the most part. She ducked into a nearby package store to buy a couple of bottles of wine to take back with her. Purchase in hand, she headed back to the
lake house.
“Would you like a hand with that?” a voice said from nearby.
“Oh, hello!” she said, spotting Joshua as he walked up to her from the sidewalk that joined the large porch of the store.
“Hello yourself. I wanted to call you, but you didn’t give me your number and I didn’t want to be like some stalker by just showing up at your friends’ house.”
“So, you decided to be a stalker here in town instead?” she said playfully.
“Something like that. I was actually on my way home from work and spotted you coming out,” he told her.
“I guess that is okay then,” she laughed.
“I hope so,” he replied, reaching for her bags even though she hadn’t answered his question.
They walked back to Ian and Randy’s place and he helped her inside with the bags. She wasn’t at all surprised to find that they knew him quite well, chatting him up like old friends. It was a very small community and everyone seemed to know everyone else. What did surprise her was that he owned the only bank in town. He hadn’t struck her as the banker type before, but seeing him today in a double breasted suit, it was easy to see it.
“Well, I guess I best be getting back to the house. Feel free to stop by for a drink later if you get bored hanging out with these two,” he told Goldie playfully, kissing her on the cheek as he left.
“Honey, if you aren’t out the door within the hour to go have drinks with that man, we’re evicting you,” Randy told her.
“Very funny,” she replied.
“I am dead serious,” he told her with a little smile.
“Yes, I can see that you are from the smirk.”
In the end, she decided to throw caution to the wind and wander over to Joshua’s for a drink. Knocking on the door, it was now she that felt a bit like a stalker just showing up rather than calling, but she realized that they still hadn’t exchanged phone numbers.
“Goldie! I’m glad you decided to come by,” he said as he opened the door.
“Well, you know, I didn’t have your number and thought I would stop by and get it from you,” she told him.
“Oh, of course. Come on in and I’ll write it down for you while I pour you a drink. I’m multitalented like that,” he said.
Inside, he did exactly that, handing her a scrap of paper with his phone number and a glass of wine. She took a sip of it, but found that it didn’t set well with her stomach after her recent illness. He didn’t seem to notice, as he clearly had other things on his mind. Ordinarily, a man pouncing on her without so much as a polite conversation would be a turn off, but her train of thought along those lines had changed since deciding to opt for fun instead of a relationship.
It was quite the change of pace after her night of slow lovemaking with John, as she quickly found herself pinned against Joshua’s sofa with his hand down her pants. His teeth sank into her shoulder as he massaged her clit, quickly getting her ready for him. Throwing all caution to the wind despite her lectures to herself, she allowed her body to respond, flooding his hand with the first of what would be numerous orgasms.
“That a girl,” he said, pulling free of her pants and beginning to get undressed.
“My God, what happened to your chest?” she exclaimed, noting the long jagged cut across it as he peeled away his shirt.
“Just a bit of a scrape this morning on my bike. Nothing that won’t heal in a day or so,” he told her.
“A day or so? That looks very bad. You might even need stitches,” she told him.
“I promise you, it will be just fine. I’ve had worse. Now let’s get back to getting you undressed, shall we?” he told her seductively.
She finished peeling off her clothes to stand naked before him. A lurid smile crossed his face as he whirled her around and pushed her forward across the back of the sofa, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her head back as his other hand slid between her legs again, stroking her clit until she was moaning loudly. Her knees felt shaky as another orgasm sent streams of cum flowing across his fingers and down her thighs.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, feeling more assertive than she had ever felt.
“Tell me how,” he said firmly.
“How?” she replied, not following.
“How do you want to be fucked?” he asked.
“Hard, deep. I want you to fuck me so hard that the neighbors hear my screams,” she told him.
“You can depend on it,” he told her, spreading her legs further apart to enter her with one forceful stroke. His hands circled either side of her waist as he began ramming into her, causing her to cry out with each plunge. His hips rocked back and forth against her ass as he gave her every inch.
“Yes, yes, yes. That’s it. Fuck me harder,” she spurred him on.
One of his hands moved away from her waist and surrounded her neck, giving her a start, but also a charge of excitement. He squeezed lightly as he continued to fuck her wildly from behind, seeming to enjoy the way she cooed and squealed as much as she was enjoying being made to do so. Letting go of her neck, he grabbed the back of her hair, wrapping it around his hand and holding onto it as if it were some sort of rein.
“Your pussy is so sweet. I love having my cock buried inside you,” he told her, still plunging into her.
“Then don’t stop. Keep fucking me,” she demanded, pushing her hips backward to meet his thrusts.
“I bet you have a sweet little asshole too,” he said.
Goldie hesitated for a moment. She had never done anal, but had always wanted to try it. As much as men seemed to talk about it, she had never been with one that actually wanted to do it. She wasn’t sure she would enjoy it, especially with someone so well endowed, but she felt like some sort of animal in heat and saw no better time to give it a go.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” she breathed, looking back over her shoulder at him seductively.
“I will,” he said.
Goldie drew in her breath in anticipation as he slid free of her soaked pussy and slipped the head of his wet cock between her ass cheeks, teasing the rim of her anus with it. Slowly, he began to push more of the thick head inside her. It hurt for a moment, but began to ease as she told herself to relax. He rocked back and forth into her, each time forcing a bit more of his cock into her tiny orifice until he was finally completely inside her.
“Oh, God. That feels so good,” she groaned, feeling simultaneous pain and pleasure that only made her want it more.
“The best is yet to come,” he told her, pulling almost fully free of her before sliding fully back in.
“Umph,” she gasped as she felt the way his thickness filled her small hole.
“God, that’s tight,” he groaned as he pulled back again, this time slipping back in a bit harder and faster. His rhythm slowly picked back up until he was fucking her in the ass as enthusiastically as he had been fucking her pussy moments earlier.
To Goldie’s surprise, it wasn’t one of those things that she would endure and vow not to do again. Instead, she found herself enjoying it, responding to it. The more he fucked her, the more she wanted. She found herself wishing she could have him in both holes at once as her own fingers drifted between her legs to massage her clit while he continued to fuck her ass harder.
“I’m going to cum,” she squealed, her body quivering with a massive explosion that ran down her thighs, almost pushing his cock from her ass with the force with which it was expelled.
“Don’t stop. Keep it up. Cum some more for me,” he encouraged.
Goldie responded by increasing the friction of her fingers on her own clit while he bucked against her ass, sending her into a series of orgasms that caused her to pant and spasm beneath him.
“That’s it. That’s a good girl, Goldie. Keep going. Give me all you’ve got,” he told her, reaching between her legs to finger fuck her. It quickly sent her back over the edge as she made inarticulate noises, unable to form any actual words. She was reduced to a quivering, stic
ky mess by the time he finally shoved forward and flooded her asshole with cum.
“That was off the charts,” she panted as he pulled free of her.
Goldie couldn’t help but note that his eyes were dark again. She had known other men whose eyes got darker when they were turned on, but not like this. It was if they were a completely different color. Something about it was a bit unnerving, but also exciting. She couldn’t deny that she was drawn to him in a way she couldn’t explain. Though she knew it sounded campy, it was if some sort of primal scent intoxicated her. It was the same with John.
“Certainly was. How about we grab a shower and then watch a movie or something?” he said.
“Sounds good to me,” she replied, following him to the shower and waiting a bit awkwardly as he turned on the water.
He stepped inside and held a hand out to her, guiding her in under the steamy water. They made quick work of getting cleaned up before stepping back out to dry off and get dressed. Though it wasn’t quite cuddling, they settled into the sofa curled against one another and began streaming a movie. She wasn’t surprised to find that it was an action film rather than anything warm and fuzzy she would have picked out.
Goldie feigned interest in the movie as her thoughts drifted back to the events of the last few days. It was so unlike her to be having sex with two men in the same period of time. She enjoyed both of them immensely, but it was like they were two halves of a whole. Joshua was so commanding. It was a huge turn on to just be taken and fucked with wild abandon, but she knew that she couldn’t spend her life with someone who didn’t have much to say when he wasn’t inside her.
Then, there was the issue of intimacy. Contrary to what some people believe, sex is not intimacy. Sex is a physical event and it can be damned good, like it seemed to be between her and Joshua, but it wasn’t love and it wasn’t necessarily intimate. She could certainly appreciate the way he reduced her to her most primal elements and made her want to delve even further into the dark recesses that made up that part of her needs, but at the end of the day, she needed to know he thought about more than getting off with her.