Dani loved explaining this stuff, not so much showing off her knowledge as endowing an attentive student with a lasting education. She had the knack, alright. That was the first glimpse I had of her as something more than mortal, someone completely at home in her chosen element. Fascinating, and a little like love.
I was hooked, and that Saturday signaled an end to weekends spent cruising aimlessly around the internet, playing mindless games, programming shit that would never see practical application, or engaging in vapid conversations with people a world away that I would never see or have any deeper interaction with. All of that scattered to the far corners of my life, and even during long absences from those hobbies, I never missed them.
The trip was not all fun and games. Hawk-keen eyes caught everything, and there was a minor flare of temper from Danielle each time we came across another biker or hiker's trash, cast-off fast food wrappers, beer cans, just about anything. She hated litter with a passion, considering it an insult of the highest degree to an environment that everyone came to enjoy. Before going out, she'd inspected my belongings, reminding me that anything I took in needed to be taken out.
"People can be such fucking lazy pricks," Dani had fumed, gesturing angrily at a pile of trash that had been obscured at trail side. "Everything is so beautiful this time of year; nobody wants to look at greasy cellophane and empty soda cans." It went without saying that we would pick it up, tucking it into tidy little bags that were brought just for crap like this.
Later, she'd try and convince me to spend an upcoming Earth Day picking up roadside litter with her, but fuck that, really. By that time, Dani had introduced me to all sorts of interesting causes on the companion Sundays that went with our biking Saturdays, and who wanted to pick up trash when you could go to an Awareness rally, meet and match the enthusiasm of others in promoting something meaningful? Dani disagreed, as she felt that action was more meaningful than chatter about what should be done, but it was one thing I wasn't going to budge on.
In the meantime, our day had come to an end, spring twilight coming down in spectacular oranges and blues, she pushed me for my thoughts on the day. Confession was the only reasonable response and I told her how much I'd enjoyed the trip. The triumphant nature of her grin dominated, and she enthusiastically suggested I join them again in the future, eyes wide with pleasure. An aura of almost-but-not-quite natural spirit still suffused her, and gave her ordinarily attractive features an otherworldly beauty.
Her proximity was arousing, and I reacted just as she'd been training me to all day. Inhale and combine that smell with taste: Dani didn't wear perfumes or makeup, but there was a distinct light odor, perhaps a shampoo she'd used that morning. Listening, I can just barely hear her exhalations, breaths only the mildest exertion from a long day biking, audible over my own only for my attention to them.
My eyes registered the puzzled expression on Dani's face, but Samantha stood silently behind her, with a wicked grin on her round face. The red-head knew exactly what I was doing.
Lifting a hand to my hair, I touched the sweat-dampened locks meaningfully, and those hazel eyes began to narrow in irritation. "What-"
"Strawberry," I said with satisfaction.
The color of her face almost matched the fruit I'd named as the flavor of her chosen shampoo when she finally picked up on what I was getting at, and her friend burst into wild laughter at Dani's expression. "Smooth!" Sam cackled at me, nearly doubling over.
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Like Dani's other friends, I'm just ordinary folks, average height, average looks, average grades, just about average everything. Yet it seemed that the smooth delivery of what was only intended as teasing payback was enough to capture her interest in me as something more than a friend. It would be weeks before I realized that we were a couple, though later she told me that I'd hooked her with those words. Not because I'd been paying attention, but paying attention to her, and she'd found something extraordinarily sexy in it.
Flirtation and overtures weren't completely foreign, but it had been awhile, since the clumsy romances of high school, actually, and I certainly didn't see it coming when she finally came on to me. It wasn't like _that_ mind you, some goofy Rom-Com where we stumbled awkwardly through a series of comedic engagements before realizing that we were together.
We were a couple, that went without saying when she'd gone for a kiss the second time I pulled the five-senses stunt on her and noticed the scent of a different shampoo. While I was working it out, she planted a solid kiss on my lips, permanently derailing my thoughts from whichever hair-washing gels she kept in the cabinet. I'm slow sometimes, but neither numb nor dumb, and responded with equal enthusiasm, enjoying the embrace, even with the catcalls and wolf whistles of the others. The brunette already had her hooks in my brain, but with that kiss, she officially had me body as well as soul.
You might think that we were paired off into couples, but it really wasn't like that. Rod and Lisa were already together well before meeting Dani, while Josh and Sam were simply friends who came along for the ride. Our trips were not some sort of chaste outing, though: there was a pervasive and raunchy atmosphere, mostly stemming from Sam, with Rod and Lisa as an endless source of material for the red-head's sly asides or outright taunts.
I should explain. While Dani and I had our moments, Rod and Lisa were simply infatuated with each other, and it was common on our stops for pictures and breaks to see a feathery mane of dishwater blonde semi-permanently attached to dark nest of hair that was her boyfriend by a lip-lock that was concealed within. Assuming we saw them rather than heard them, of course; as often as not, they'd disappear into a copse of trees or dense brush, and the only thing we would hear for a while were giggles, moans, and grunts. They weren't vocal, but they sure were enthusiastic about it.
"Mustn't leave him with blue-balls, Miss Lisa," Samantha had chanted in sing-song after the departing pair, the last time we'd been out.
The girl didn't care though, and simply flipped a parting bird at the red-head's teasing jabs, prompting a fit of giggles from Dani. "Looks like you're losing your touch, Sammie," she laughed into her hands. "Gotta get some new material!"
Deciding to be a bit daring, I gave my girlfriend a playful swat on the rump that caused her to straighten in surprise and look at me with wide eyes. Giving her my best mischievous grin, I said, "We could give her some new material to work with."
There was a bit of risk in this, as we hadn't done anything more than kissing together yet, but the presence of others had never really hindered her. Maybe it was general shamelessness or an exhibitionist streak or the high of an outing in her element.
Whatever passed for an attempt to charm her out of her pants seemed to have mixed results. "Well, well, well," she said, considering me intently. "You're awfully daring today. A little cocky, even."
"If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended," I tried, going for a little Shakespeare.
"That's nowhere near as smooth as that Strawberry line, and sounds like a cheesy cop-out," Dani objected. "I'd almost think you weren't really committed to it in the first place..."
Lack of commitment to the cause, eh? "Well, fuck pick-up lines then," I told her, and moved forward, slipping my hands into the back pockets of her jeans, drawing her hips close to mine, and grinding what had to be a noticeable erection against her. Adding in a kiss with a little tongue for good measure, I inwardly counted seconds, expecting her to push me away with some kind of protest.
No, the commitment to the path was all that was needed, and she responded enthusiastically for a few minutes before disengaging, much to the delight of Sam, who got Josh to join in applauding us.
"Remember that little waterfall you showed me? Might make a fine place..." I suggested with a grin.
"Confidence gets you everywhere," she returned with a smile of her own, grabbing hold of my wrist and pulling me in the direction I'd suggested.
It was a fantastic location, actually -- Denly Hi
lls wasn't large enough to be a state park, but had great natural landscapes that included a number of natural waterfalls that contributed to lush growth and spectacular color in various flowers that sprung up around it. A pleasant place to eat, rest and relax to the pleasant drone of cascading water, and I was surprised that Rod and Lisa had chosen to go to the nearby lake it emptied into instead. Their loss was most definitely my gain.
Our arrival at the little grotto shifted Dani's libido into high gear, and she took on a wild, almost primal aspect in her bearing. Before I could move, her hand was on my pants, unzipping me and sending both jeans and underwear to the ground in a single smooth stroke that freed my cock. I may be average down there as well, but my girlfriend's enthusiasm had me feeling like a sex god to her nature goddess, and I pushed forward eagerly towards her pursed lips.
With a splayed hand, she held me at bay for a moment, looking up at me. "You believe in reciprocation, right?"
Whaaaa-fuck, was about the only word going through my mind at that moment, before a few brain cells returned to my skull to translate for me. "Oh, yeah, yeah, I got no problem with going down going both ways." It didn't sound very intelligent coming out of my mouth, but it got the message across. Because really, fuck trying to reason when you're standing there with your dick a few inches away from a pretty girl's lips.
"Good," she smiled up at me, lips pursing into a naughty smirk. "I'd hate to have to leave you hanging." Thank god for my last girlfriend, who'd apparently learned about cunnilingus from a magazine and insisted I do the same, because I was pretty sure Dani would do it.
The brunette's lips descended on my dick with shocking suddenness, and I had to catch myself to avoid falling over in surprise from the immediate pleasure of her lips encircling my girth, her tongue drawing upward from the base of my shaft to the tip of my cock head in a leisurely motion that left me gasping. "Holly shiggg" I muttered incoherently as she did things to my cock that neither of my exes had ever had the talent for. Those hazel eyes of hers broadcast indecent delight as she looked up at me while her mouth worked, her head's motion causing her ponytail to swish back and forth, up and down in cat-like fashion.
I reached for it, attempting to assert some control over her motion on me, but she firmly pressed me back with a free hand, retaining her own sexy style, bobbing her head at one moment, and leaving slick trails up and down the length of my cock as she took care of it from one side, and then the other, above, and then below once again. Flickering motions of her tongue-tip teased me to greater heights of tension, until I felt myself losing control.
"Oh ffffugh. Cumming," I grunted, still incoherent as my cock seemed to swell with sensation that was ready for release. She got the message though, and had I been capable of thought, I might have guessed her willing to swallow, and been wrong in that guess. Instead, she caught the release of my twitching tool in her mouth, lips pursed to keep it from being released anywhere awkward, delicately spitting my load onto the ground when I finished cumming.
"My turn," she said, pink lips creasing with that familiar smile as she got to her feet. No objection here, I couldn't wait to see the goods, and repeated the motion on her jeans and panties that she'd performed on mine, kneeling into the damp earth as I did so, earning points for recall, if not originality. Given her personality, I might have half-expected a wild untamed bush, or in light of her skill with her tongue, completely shaven, but instead it was simply a neatly trimmed triangle that emphasized her lips below.
My last girlfriend had been easily satisfied, and I found that I definitely did not have a talent to match Dani's with the tongue. Gauging her responses from teasing her labia and clitoris with my fingers, I found a groove, and attempted to replicate those gestures with kisses and licking, though the attempt was clearly amateurish, earning squeals of pleasure interspersed with moans of frustration. Dani was not to be denied her pleasure, though, and took control, grasping my head and guiding me the right way.
No longer hampered by the blood in my brain being drained elsewhere, I finally got the gist of what she wanted, and managed to make a good showing, drawing her own juices forth as she began to squirm in pleasure from my tongue. "Oh!" she gasped out as I repeatedly hit the spot that was getting the most reaction from her. "Yeah! There! Right, fucking there!" No longer guiding me, instead her fingernails dug into my scalp, scratches that would go unnoticed later. Her thighs clenched tightly, but I had control there, firmly lodging an arm between her legs to keep her from closing me out.
Juices flowing freely, containing a salty tang like seawater, I captured them with my mouth and made a point of teasingly repeating that same delicate spitting motion she'd done after taking my semen, causing her to roll her eyes at me.
By now, I was ready to go to it again, and picked up my pants to grab my wallet.
Laughing, she waved me off. "I'm guessing you're going for a condom, and not a twenty dollar bill, so let's head that off the pass right now. Save it for later, okay?" Disappointment must have been obvious on my face, and she gave me a gentle pat on the arm, "I'm saying there will be a next time. Slow it down and learn to appreciate is the whole point, wouldn't you say?" She had me there, though my cock certainly didn't agree with the sentiment at the time, though the lingering kiss seemed to seal the promise. Whatever else she might be, Dani was not a cock tease.
Our return to the break site was accompanied by some confusion.
"I thought I left my bike next to yours," Dani said, baffled and turned to the others. "Have you seen it?"
The manic grin on Sam's face told me that she'd arranged things for just that particular set-up line. Pointing to bushes nearby, where the wheel of the bike could just barely be seen, she said "There! Right, fucking, there!" and immediately fell back against the tree behind her, descending into gales of laughter.
Color flooded into Dani's cheeks, but she took the joke gamely. "Yeah, I see someone's been eavesdropping..."
"Oh no," Lisa chimed in, assuring her, "We could hear you _all_ the way over here." That certainly shut my girlfriend up, but I was afraid it might kill our chances for any further shenanigans as well.
I probably shouldn't have worried. Dani can be embarrassed, but you can't keep her down, and when we return to Denly Hills the following week, she is ready for more. We didn't go back to the south end this time, but came instead to the north side, a dense wooded area that was popularly referred to as the Green Chapel. There's no religious context to the name -- it is a reference to an almost spiritual pall that is cast over the entire area that invokes images of the ruins of a once beautiful church that is still haunted by a ghost of its former glory. Beloved by local artists and ardent nature-lovers alike, the bicycle trails of the Green Chapel are a well-kept secret that require some hiking to find, a concealment that is meant to preserve its integrity.
Words are ineffective in expressing just how incredible the Green Chapel is, so I can only offer hints and half-pictures. There's an old, popular Final Fantasy game featuring a character exploring a place called the Ancient Forest, a glade of wooded life where light filters down between dense tree-tops, dappling the floor of the green wood.
I use that image to describe the Chapel, but it doesn't do it justice. Verdant, eldritch, effervescent... these are the hues one might use to describe it, not the almost cartoonish colors an old game with blocky features offers. Light breaks through the dark, leafy ceiling over that green, and when it does, it casts shadows that of sunshine, creating glowing coronas that could be mistaken for auras were they breathing creatures rather than old-growth trees, many dead or dying, but draped in living velvet mosses and vines in some places, peat in damper, darker corners.
You might mistake it for a tomb-like place from my description, but that would be wrong. There is life not just in the plants that grow in such abundance here, but birds as well. No trace of loud music or any of the plague of noise that haunts cities is here, but there is sound, a cacophony of birdsong, high above in the treetops.<
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My awe, this first time on these trails, is such that I spend little time today wondering whether the lovely Danielle will put out, whether I'll be granted the opportunity to sample the previously forbidden pleasure between her legs. It is she that makes the first move this time.
The Green Chapels trails are not easy ones to follow, but months of biking with our friends have given me an increasing endurance, and the only hard breathing I have now is when she suddenly moves up behind me, encircling an arm around my waist, slipping a hand down the front of my jeans, reminding me exactly what I was promised this week.
With so many varying hues of green, it's hard for the untrained eye to make sense of the place, but Dani has already decided on a place for us, one she would later tell me is called The Ascent, for the appearance of a great staircase covered in dark green carpeting that is actually nothing more than a hillside with natural terraces.
As before, and as I realize it is always going to be, because this is _her_ place, she disrobes me, and then herself. The odd landscape lends itself to some creativity if one has a mind for it, but Dani already knows what she wants, and pushes me back onto the pile of our clothing, a non-too-gentle landing that leaves me prone between two 'steps' upon The Ascent, my erection uncomfortably exposed to anyone who might pass by, even if were _are_ the only ones out here. Remembering the important things, I secure the condom, hastily sliding it onto my waiting cock.
Judging by the visible dampness between her legs, she is as ready for this as I am, and she's yet again taking on an almost wild persona that is Terra, a green goddess who wishes her patrons to do honor to her in her temple. The ... giddiness of the thought makes me want to giggle inanely, but the way she works her fingers between her legs with the almost feral light that I see in her eyes makes me catch my breath.
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