Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ AJ3 ❯ AJ3 ( Chapter 1 )

AJ3

 

“I can't believe I let you talk me into this.”

 

A sigh escaped the shapely lips of the nature loving beauty next to me. I turned my head to exchange a look of understanding with her. Her catlike auburn eyes clearly distributed her obvious annoyance, but even with frustration causing her eyebrows to furrow, she still caused my breath to catch in my throat. I looked out the window quickly, admiring the backdrop of green so shocking and widely ranged with flecks of brown and gold-ish randomness sprinkled throughout the envy.

 

“You didn't have to come.” Jess informed out less0than-thrilled driver.

 

“How would you have gotten here than? Neither of you can drive.” She pointed out as she turned rather sharply onto a side road which caused the empty coffee cups that littered the floor of the car to roll on top of my shoes.

 

“I could have driven.” I corrected.

 

“I'll rephrase, neither of you can drive legally, nor own a car that you can take for a full weekend for yourself.” She responded, at which point no one could argue.

 

“You don't have to stay with us the whole time if you don't want.” Jess told her. I smiled as I detected a shred of hope in her voice.

 

“Oh don't worry, I'm not staying.” She assured us. “The woods… I just don't get you guys.” She mused but I could see a tiny hint of a smile on her lips.

 

We arrived at the camping ground just as the sun was beginning to cause the sky to glimmer pink. To be honest, the sky looked bloodshot and drunk, but absolutely stunning shot with the golden rays of the waning sun.

 

“Okay, now point me in the direction of the nearest civilization.” our still less-than-happy driver requested after she helped us unload all the camping gear from the trunk.

 

“You're not going to come help is set up?” Jess asked, trying to carry the tent and her own backpack at the same time.

 

“Umm, no, I don't think so.” She said and gave us a look that said quite plainly “I'd rather watch paint dry.”, and left.

 

“Well, she seems thrilled to be here.” I observed and helped Jess move the tent.

 

“She is, she just wants to leave more than she wants to stay.” Jess answered me.

 

We didn't waste any time staying idle. It was important that we set up camp while we still had some daylight. It was hard enough concentrating on setting up a tent when all I wanted to do was push her to the ground and run my hands along her tan skin and through the jumble of dark hair that flowed endlessly over her shoulder and down her back. I couldn't even imagine if I had to put up with all these desires while setting up a tent without proper illumination.

 

`No!' I told myself as I mentally unbuttoned her shirt. `I must not think like that right now.' I shoved the peg into the soft earth as hard as I could and attempted to take my mind off how beautifully the sun made her skin glow. It wasn't really working and I flopped down on the ground and stared up at the pieces of sky I could see through the roof of leaves covering our present location.

 

“Is your side secured?” she called to me from around the tent.

 

“Yes!” I choked out and tried hard not to think of some creative ways to make it come loose.

 

“Alright than, let's go get some firewood.”

 

`Yes, firewood, that's good. Maybe I'll find a really cold pond or something to jump into while we do that.' I got uncomfortably to my feet and followed her away from the campsite. I continued to try and ignore, without success, the way her hair danced as she walked and how it sank forward into her face when she bent down to pick up a stick or two.

 

I tried to concentrate on the beauty of the nature around me. I loved being out here in the middle of the woods more than I could possibly say. But no matter how much I tried to deny it, the reason for more than half of my enjoyment was because I was sharing it with her. The perfection I had admired from a careful distance, occasionally breaking through the barriers I placed on myself and the ones others had placed upon us, but never had I thought we would actually get to this place. The core of our fantasies, together to push the boundaries of reason, of our minds, of our bodies, as far as we pleased. At least for now, I wouldn't gold back. Here in this place of beauty and perfection with contentment bleeding from all sides, I would break every promise.

 

“Hey Anne, come here!” she called. I hadn't realized I had stopped walking, but as I moved toward the place her voice traveled from I became aware of a rather uncomfortable change that had taken place during my mental corruption. I groaned as I started moving my legs. Pure torture. Delicious, warm torture I hoped she was experiencing as well.

 

I walked over to where she was standing on a kind of hill. In front of us was a steep decline of forest floor, leading right to a gently flowing river, so clear I could see the bottom from where I stood.

 

She began to walk down the hill, in this absurdly cute way. Slow little shuffling steps to keep from toppling down. I followed, surprised I was able to keep my balance as it was a rather steep incline and I already felt dizzy thanks to the fluff surrounding my brain. I was quite positive I would trip and tumble directly into the river, much to her enjoyment, I'm sure.

 

“It's not that cold.” She told me as she dipped her fingers into the water.

 

`Pity, cold would have been so helpful.' I shrugged and continued to pick up sticks. I was concentrating on not looking at her. Not imagining her. Not reaching out to grab her and pull her against me and `AH! Stop!' I mentally shook myself and continued walking, resisting the urge to drive these sticks through my eyes. I didn't feel hands on my back.

 

All of a sudden, I was in the water, pushing off the bottom coating of mud and pebbles and reaching toward the surface. When I did break through, I shook the wet hair out of my face in an almost dog-like fashion, which made her giggle even more than she already was.

 

“Oh, you're hilarious Jessica!” I spat and wadded my way toward shore. When I had gotten out of the water, which did nothing to alleviate my current state of want, I gave up. I reached for her, grabbed her by the belt, and pushed her in.

 

“Anne!” she shouted indignantly, tossing her now drenched hair away from her face. I jumped in after her, sending a wave of water back over her. “You're not funny.” She informed me when I surfaced and grinned at her.

 

I resolved to amuse her. I began to swim toward her, and reached out for her waist. In the water, her clothes flowed about gracefully, and were easily grasped. I was able to find my way under it quickly, touching the velvet heaven of her skin just beneath her shirt. I heard her gasp audibly. I was so shocked but pleased, I hardly ever got a reaction out of her that I could hear. I pressed my thumbs against her as I found my feet under me and rooted myself down, loving the gentle tug of the river flow and pushed me even closer to her.

 

I loved being taller than her. Being able to look down at her and press my lips against her, sweet and moist with the essence of the river. She was already so sweet, now she was practically drinkable and I delved deep into her mouth. She took a moment to respond and relax in my arms, but when she did, she gripped my back and flattened herself against me. I smiled into the kiss and tore my mouth away, letting it glide over her skin, gently trailing kisses along her jaw, her throat, down as far as her shirt collar would let me go. I grabbed her shirt by the bottom and proceeded to lift it over her head, as un-messily as I could. Water doesn't make undressing easy, but I was prepared to battle it vigorously. When her shirt was off, I just let it down without really taking a moment to think before I pulled the straps down off her shoulders. Her breathing quickened and she practically ripped my shirt off. I wasn't complaining. The sooner I could feel her satin skin against mine, the better.

 

She complied with my unspoken request wonderfully, and within only moments, there was nothing left to us by our nerves, which were being entertained by each others fluttering hands, touching, sliding over everything they could reach above the water. The pull of the river made it difficult to keep our hands in one place. Lining one side of the river were rocks, flat from having the water beat against them and pulling them away. Still kissing her, I began to guide us over to them. It was slippery to keep a hold on her and move toward the bank at the same time, but I was determined at this point. I intended to take advantage of the almost bizarrely perfect situation.

 

We got on the rocks, still touching the whole time, but now I could really get to the core of the matter. I pressed my hand to the back of her knee and encouraged her to lift it. She moved the other one automatically, so her legs were on either side of me. I let my hand move to the spot it had wanted to travel to for so long. Over her knee, down her thigh. I let the back of my hand graze her lightly. She moaned in longing and I lowered my lips down to her throat again, holding myself up with my left arm while casually letting my fingertips dance over the spot she most wanted me to touch, saturated with moister both from the river, and her own self. I purposely did not kiss her lips, even though they were so inviting. I wanted to hear every tiny sound she made. I wanted her to cry out in ecstasy and contentment, and I wanted to hear every bit of it.

 

The water was sweet and cleansing, and I enjoyed licking it off her throat and chest, pulling her luscious skin in between my teeth every so often. However, the real magic was lower, where I had two finger buried deep into the furnace of her body. I was careful to move slowly and gracefully, not really sure what I was doing or if it was giving her the reaction I hoped. She was slippery and warm, but so tight and I didn't want to hurt her. I continued the almost painfully slow pattern before extending my thumb to touch her just above where my fingers had entered. I felt her gasp more than I heard it, so I pressed down a little more firmly and moved my thumb slightly. She moaned and I had to keep my mouth from falling open in shock. I had discovered some kind of secret, and I repeated it, over and over, each time quickening the movement of my first two fingers.

 

Her reactions became more and more intense. She gasped, moaned and writhed beneath me, silently begging me for more. I continued, wanting to keep her in the place of pleasure for ever. She arched her back and reached up of me, grabbing my upper arms and holding on for dear life. I knew what was coming. Muscles all over her body tightened and relaxed in spasms. Around my fingers, her body clenched and released as a moan tore from deep down inside her and she let out gasp after gasp strangled and pure as anything I have ever heard. The clenching continued, but eventually slowed down to the point that I knew I had succeeded. Her body lowered back down, flat against the rock and her breathing evened out as well. I kissed her softly, trying to tell her just how much I loved her in that kiss. I think she understood.

 

I felt her own fingers tracing over my skin near my hips, along my legs, going ever closer to that part of me that was yearning to be touched by her, having become incredibly slick while I had discovered her. She cautiously pushed one finger in. I couldn't help but gasp in surprise. It felt so different from anything I had imagined or expected. An invasion, but a welcome one even at the initial entrance. There was a flurry of tingling that shivered up my spine. She pulled that one, solitary finger almost all the way out, added another, and pushed in forcefully to the hilt. I groaned, wanting to collapse. I think she figured that and we carefully rolled to reverse our positions. I clenched my hands into fists as her fingers dived in and out of me, causing a sensation similar to floating on air. I was in another place, doing nothing but soaking up feeling in every particle of my being. Nothing felt more wonderful than her fingers, buried so deep within me, I could feel ever tiny twitch of her hand against me as she pushed her body down on top of mine as I began to squirm, unable to hold myself still any longer. I could feel the rough texture of the rock scrapping against my back as I lifted my hips up, to meet her hand, trying to tell her without words, because I would not have been able to form them even if I wanted to, to go faster. Blessed as she was with intuition, she complied immediately and pushed in faster. A moan I had not realized I had been holding poured out of my mouth as the beginnings of a climax overtook me. This time I got to feel the spasm making my whole body contract and shake. It was beyond bliss, beyond feeling. It felt so good I almost wanted it to stop so I could begin to think about how wonderful it was. But I was barley human anymore. I had become something different, something made of wind.

 

As the quaking in my body subsided and she began to kiss at my jaw line, I flipped her over again. I began nipping at her throat and trailing down, slowly, but not too slowly. I wanted to get to my destination, and quickly. I wanted her out of control, out of her mind, but so deep in her body, feeling everything to its tiniest detail.

 

I got where I wanted to be, her breathing had quickened again and she jumped as I darted out to taste her. She was sweeter than I had imagined, and musky. There was something so soft and completely addicting about her. I pressed inside her as much as I could, getting more of the subtle taste before continuing to delve in and out a few times and gentle lick away the juices that flowed as she twitched and wriggled around. I grabbed her hips and held her still, pushing deeper inside still. I felt her fingers twist themselves into my hair and she was breathing audibly, letting out moans and gasps as I traced over the same nub of flesh I had tapped with my thumb earlier again with my tongue this time, feeling the velvety softness with my lips. I thrust in a few more times and she absolutely moaned out beyond her limits, lifting her hips up slightly and clenching and unclenching her hands. I licked up every bit of her moister that I could find, savoring its taste and making a memory.

 

I crawled back up and pulled her against me. I kissed her neck a few times as she pushed herself against me.

 

“Want to get back in the water?” I whispered into her ear. She nodded and we got off the rock slowly. We dove underwater, finding each other beneath the surface and holding each other closely, kissing as what little oxygen we had left escaped our mouths and bubbled to the surface. We relaxed a few minutes before wading our way toward shore.

 

“Anne, where are our clothes?” she asked slowly. I pressed by hand to my forehead `Crap'.

 

“You two are, by far, the most absolutely insane couple I have ever met.” I heard the voice getting closer and Jess and I ducked down into the water. “Assume the fetal position to cover yourselves if you have to, because I'm coming over.” She came toward the river as Jess and I covered ourselves.

 

She walked over to us, keeping her eyes on her own shoes. She was holding towels.

 

“How did you know?” I asked her as she put them down and turned her back to us. We grabbed the towels and got out of the river, wrapping ourselves up, glad the air surrounding us was warm.

 

“I'm psychic.” She replied as she began to walk away. I held Jess by the hand and we followed.