Porch [ FF, cons, outdoors ]

By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

The old porch had been built by strong hands. Her grandfather had 
built this cabin long before she had been conceived - long before her 
mother had been conceived. She had never known her grandfather, except 
for his grainy pictures in old family albums. But she knew him through 
his legacy. He was a part of this place. The cabin stood solidly, 
built of rough hewn timbers - oak probably cut from the surrounding 
forest. It had been meticulously framed and joined to create the 
illusion of nearly being one with the forest. The view across the 
valleys remained breath-taking, unchanged from his time. The mountains 
in the distance rose up as though they wanted to reach the glory of 
the heavens.

She settled into the wicker chair and lay her head back. She would 
never get tired of the view or the escape this place afforded her. She 
silently thanked her unknown grandfather again for his gift to her.

She sipped slowly at her red wine. The sun would be going down soon. 
She wanted to see the sunset, that's why she had come, but she wished 
with all her heart that Lara was here with her to share it. She closed 
her eyes trying to fight off the melancholy that had gripped her for 
the last week.

It didn't help that she'd been busy. Work always depressed her. It was 
the nature of the beast, she supposed. But this week had seemed 
abnormally stressful. Too many clients, too much on her mind.

"Michelle Waters. Barrister & Solicitor." That's what it said on her 
business card.  She hated that card, hated what she'd become. The 
card might have more accurately declared, "Michelle Waters, 
Courtroom Ice Queen, Defender of the Criminal Mind, and Closet 
Lesbian." She knew what the law clerks, and the other partners 
in the firm thought of her. Well, not the lesbian part - only Lara 
knew that. Michelle was smart, accomplished, and up for partner 
next year. She never lost in the courtroom. Even when they were 
guilty as sin and she knew it. She had a respect in the firm that 
she didn't deserve. She was demanding of her subordinates, she 
accepted that as part of the game. And they respected her because 
she got results. Didn't mean that they liked her.

There were some that were simply jealous of her - jealous not only of 
her ability, but also her looks. She used her looks to her advantage. 
She knew that she had a knockout figure and the face of a model. They 
were advantages in the courtroom and she was more than aware of it. 
She tried to disguise her looks a little in the office, but in court, 
she flaunted them. And it worked. Combined with her keen mind, her 
looks were devastatingly effective when it came to swaying a jury. And 
she hated it. She'd never intended to become this. Her life had become 
one long business day, fighting for image and control and money.

And then Lara had dropped into her life. Lara had made the drudgery of 
life so much more bearable. Lara was a spark of light in a dark and 
incomplete existence. They had met somewhere, one of those 
particularly boring cocktail parties that she had no choice but to 
attend. What had started out as polite small talk had gradually moved 
to life coincidences, and the start of a friendship. Both women were 
professionals. Not much time for a social life. Love lives in the 
sewer. They had clicked in the short span of one party. Michelle had 
felt like she had met a kindred spirit, felt as though she had known 
Lara for all of her life. Lara was someone that she could, perhaps, 
find interesting; someone who might become a friend more than an 
acquaintance.

Over the next months, the friendship had deepened. Female camaraderie. 
Joking about the office and about the unfairness of life. Crying about 
Lara's latest date which had fizzled. Frustrations. They griped long 
into the nights that Michelle was unable to find the right man, or 
worse wouldn't have time to date him if she indeed found him. Michelle 
had felt the first rays of sunshine break into her life for as long as 
she could remember. All it took was someone with whom she could share.

Then last Saturday night. What the hell had she been thinking?

She opened her eyes, realizing that tears were falling down her 
cheeks, unbidden and unwanted. How the law clerks would whisper to see 
the Ice Queen crying. She could hear them making insensitive jokes 
about her melting like the Wicked Witch of the West or Frosty the 
Snowman in a heat wave. She wiped at the tears, sniffling a little. 
She took another sip of the wine, savouring the taste and trying not 
to think of what she'd done.

She closed her eyes again and felt a soft cool breeze floating across 
her face carrying the clean scent of forest, rain, oak and mountain 
air. The air was getting chilly at this altitude as the sun began its 
nightly retreat. She forced herself to stop crying and, shivering a 
little, she rose to her feet.

She opened the screen door, carrying her empty wine glass. The door 
banged shut behind her, the sharp sound echoing across the valleys. 
She placed the glass on the counter and moved off to the main bedroom. 
Absently, she stripped off her casual clothing. The air inside the 
cabin was chilled and crisp. She noticed idly as her nipples tightened 
as her bra fell away from her chest. She felt the coolness of her 
sweatpants and panties sliding down her legs. She shivered, mostly 
from the cold, but also from a deeper need. She glanced down at the 
bed where she had laid out her nightgown. Nobody around for miles. She 
whipped the feather comforter off the bed, watching in fascination as 
her nightgown fluttered to the oaken boards of the floor. She wrapped 
the comforter about her naked shoulders and padded out to the kitchen. 
Her bare feet felt the cold of the floor but she consciously ignored 
the sensation. The rough boards beneath her feet, despite the 
coolness, always infused her with a sense of closeness with the cabin 
and her unknown grandfather.

She carefully poured herself another glass of wine, swearing that it 
would be the final one. It didn't take much wine to touch her senses 
these days. That is what had gotten her in trouble in the first place. 
She fought away the tears again, and moved quietly back out to her 
porch. She settled back into the wicker chair, carefully arranging the 
comforter around her so that the wicker didn't irritate her bare skin. 
She snuggled down into the warmth of the blanket, carefully covering 
herself. Nobody around to see her, but she still tried to be modest. 
She curled her legs under herself and took another sip of the wine. 
The light was beginning to fade as the sun touched the top of one of 
the mountaintops capped in brilliant white snow.

Her mind wandered back to last Saturday. How she wished that it hadn't 
happened. How she wished that she could reverse time. They'd been at 
her home, an immaculate residence on the right side of the tracks. 
Upkept by hired hands, the grounds and the house gleamed spotless. 
Lara had suggested just staying in, watching an old movie, having a 
few drinks. Talking. Lara had just ended yet another on-again, 
off-again relationship with some guy named Matt who Michelle had never 
met but knew through descriptions. They had rented some movie, 
Michelle couldn't remember the title because they had never watched 
it. They had drunk a bottle of champagne between the two of them. 
Michelle suspected that she had actually drunk more like three 
quarters of it herself. Lara had been upset about Matt, Michelle 
remembered that. Lara had cried, wanting to be held, wanting to talk 
about Matt. Michelle remembered hugging Lara and cradling her and 
quietly sympathizing. She remembered feeling odd. Perhaps the drink, 
perhaps Lara's vulnerability. She remembered the tingles that seemed 
to emanate from Lara's skin as she tried unsuccessfully to comfort 
her. She remembered her lips softly touching Lara's, her head swimming 
in a fog of sensations. And the tingles as they raced through her body 
as their lips touched.

Lara had stiffened, a distant look clouding her eyes. She had squirmed 
out of Michelle's arms, a questioning look on her face. Michelle had 
said something indistinct, a jumble of meaningless words. Except they 
hadn't been meaningless, had they? Lara mumbled a few words, and fled. 
An emptiness remained where Lara had been moments before, leaving 
Michelle confused, weeping, more than a little drunk, and hurt.

The following morning had been hell. Her head throbbed, and her 
stomach had threatened to explode upwards. Her memory was fuzzy, but 
she vaguely recalled Lara's flight and what had caused it. Lara 
refused to answer her calls. All week. Lara's office dutifully took 
her name and number, and yes, Lara was in the office today but 
unreachable. Unreachable all week. Michelle had been dumped often 
enough to know what it meant. Lara didn't want anything to do with 
her, and she couldn't blame her. She'd stepped over an unspoken line. 
She felt dumped, but there had never been anything really to dump. Her 
melancholy had deepened until she knew that she had to get away. Her 
feelings were a complete tangle within her. She felt dirty, exposed, 
and repentant. She had never wanted a woman before, and still didn't. 
At least she was trying to convince herself of that. She had been 
drunk and made a mistake. A mistake for which she was paying dearly.

She closed her eyes, wincing at the emotions rolling through her mind. 
Just the thought of Lara was causing unwanted tingles to race through 
her senses. She lowered the wine to the porch boards and leaned back 
in the chair hugging herself beneath the blanket.

Beneath her closed lids, Lara's face appeared. The smooth strong 
features coalesced unbidden as though her unconscious mind was trying 
to tell her something. She forced her eyes open, willing away the 
images. But she still felt the tingles, her body betraying her mind. 
She shivered once, and closed her eyes determined not to give in to 
herself.

Again Lara appeared. She stepped out of the trees at the edge of the 
cabin clearing. She stood gazing across the short expanse, tall and 
proud, her brunette hair curling around her shoulders. She was naked, 
her bare feet settled easily into the short grass.

Michelle felt soft touches on her skin, her eyes flickering back and 
forth under her eyelids. Her nipples tightened further as the soft 
fingers brushed at the sensitive skin. She heard herself gasp as the 
fingers trailed down from her breasts, down her tummy to gently circle 
her belly button. Lara approached, her bare feet making trails through 
the wet grass. The sun glinted off her upthrust bare breasts, her 
nipples hardened in the cool air. Michelle felt the fingers softly 
stroking her lower lips, sneaking inside, teasing her. She could feel 
her wetness, her arousal. Lara approached, leaning easily on the porch 
railing, watching intently as Michelle let her fingers trail over 
herself, pushing herself, softly moaning.

Her own soft cry forced her out of her fantasy. She started, as though 
from a dream or a light sleep. She sat bolt upright, snatching her 
hand from her body, feeling and scenting her arousal. She was 
breathing hard, her breasts causing the comforter to rise and fall 
erratically at her chest. Tears falling down her face, she leaned 
back, closing her eyes again, forcing her hands to remain crossed 
safely over her tummy. What the hell was she doing? She'd been trying 
to apologize to this girl all week and then she came up here and did 
this? She forced herself to calm her breathing, trying unsuccessfully 
to either quell her arousal or at least visualize her last boyfriend. 
What was his name?

Lara's image forced its way past all her defenses again. She was 
leaning on the railing, still nude. Michelle felt an insistent tingle 
beginning in her breasts and traveling down her spine, settling 
between her legs. No. She fought her body, resisting the urge to move 
her entwined hands. She was going to lose, but she had to at least 
make an effort at stopping this.

Lara spoke softly. "Michelle?"

The voice was so real, so near, so unexpected. The lips on Lara's 
image hadn't even moved. Michelle snatched in a startled gasp and 
forced her eyelids apart. Lara's image didn't disappear, but rather 
moved and clothed itself. Lara now stood uneasily outside the porch, 
on the other side of the railing, her right hand raised and resting on 
the oak of the porch. She was wearing jeans and a red blouse, probably 
silk, and running shoes were buried in the grass. Her hair wasn't 
cascading over her shoulders but was tied back in a loose ponytail. 
She was bathed in the muted light that graced the earth before a 
stunning sunset. And she was real, her face reflecting sadness and 
uncertainty, not the want and need that she had shown in Michelle's 
mind.

"Lara?" Michelle gasped out after the initial surprise. She 
instinctively looked away and then back. Lara was still there. She 
grasped the comforter tighter around herself, suddenly sorry that 
she'd not worn her nightgown out here. Where? How? Questions spun 
through her mind reflecting on her stunned face.

"I'm sorry if I startled you," Lara spoke quietly.

"That's alright," Michelle managed to control her adrenaline rush. She 
was floored that her voice was steady as she spoke. "I. How? What? 
Where?" her mouth refused to work quite properly.

Lara was somber. "If you want me to leave, I will. I won't blame you."

"I don't want you to leave, I'm just a little confused," Michelle 
said.

"I couldn't get a hold of you, and I was worried. I called your 
mother, and she told me you might be up here. She gave me directions," 
Lara explained.

"You drove all the way up here to find me? You. You wouldn't return my 
calls all week," Michelle's voice betrayed her confusion.

Lara remained in the clearing, making no move to join Michelle on the 
porch. Michelle was silently glad in one way, she had to figure out a 
way to get herself dressed before Lara got the wrong idea, again.

"I know," Lara looked crestfallen as she spoke. "I wish I could tell 
you I was actually busy, but the truth is I ... couldn't talk to you. 
And I wasn't getting much work done. I'm sorry. You deserve better 
than that. That's why I took a chance and came up here. Worst case, 
you weren't here and I wasted a three hour drive. I would have wasted 
the time anyway."

Emotions were fighting through Michelle's mind. She couldn't believe 
that Lara was here. None of her former lovers would have made the trek 
to find her up here, even when they were going out and thought they 
were in love with her. And Lara had every reason in the world to be 
angry with her, and yet there she was.

Michelle spoke to the woman outside her reach, "I was only trying to 
call and apologize for last Saturday. I. I don't know what happened, 
and I'm sorry, for whatever that's worth."

Lara slowly lifted her finger to her lips and silently shushed 
Michelle. Michelle felt an unwanted tingle rush through her covered 
bare body as she couldn't help trying to remember what those lips had 
felt like and wishing it was her finger against those soft lips.

"I'm sorry too, but for different reasons. You mind if I join you up 
there? I feel kind of awkward down here," Lara spoke quietly, truly 
asking permission. It was odd, Lara genuinely seemed sorry for 
something, when Michelle felt like she should be the one apologizing.

"You want to watch the sunset?" Michelle asked, hoping that it didn't 
sound too much like a proposition.

"I love sunsets," Lara nodded as she spoke. She slowly moved through 
the grass, and climbed daintily up the oak steps to the porch. She 
pointed at the glass that Michelle had left on the deck. She took a 
deep breath and asked almost fearfully, "Do you have any more of 
that?"

Knowing that she was being a terrible hostess, but also knowing that 
she had no way of extricating herself from her chair, Michelle 
answered quietly, "Help yourself. It's in the kitchen."

Michelle closed her eyes and listened to Lara's footsteps as they 
disappeared into the unfamiliar cabin. The image of Lara naked, rose 
again behind her lids, creating another tingle through her body. Lara 
returned a moment later with a glass of the red wine and settled 
herself into the other wicker chair, a little way from where Michelle 
sat. She sipped at her wine, her eyes lifted towards the western sky. 
The silence was awkward, but it didn't take long before the women were 
captivated by the sun as it threw vibrant purple across the stark 
peaks and forest. The beauty of the skies would have struck their 
tongues silent anyway if they'd been engaged in idle chatter. The 
mountains were silent with the girls as though the entire world was 
watching the burning skies.

Venus appeared first in the crystal clear heavens above the mountains. 
It was followed by a billion other points of light, winking one by one 
into existence.

Michelle gathered her courage, hesitant to break the safe silence. 
"I'm sorry," Michelle whispered into the night. She heard the scrape 
of Lara's chair as Lara rose. Lara knelt on the hard boards in front 
of Michelle.

"Did you mean it?" Lara whispered.

Instinctively, Michelle knew what Lara had asked. Not if she was 
really sorry about her unsolicited advance on Saturday night, but 
rather if the advance was meant in the first place.

"I. I don't know. Sunday, I knew that I didn't mean it. Most of last 
week, I knew that I didn't mean it. I was drunk at the time, Lara. But 
today, I'm not so sure," Michelle shakily replied. If it had been 
light and she could see Lara's face, she wouldn't have admitted it. 
"But either way, Lara, I'm sorry. I don't want to lose your friendship 
over this. I made a mistake."

"Are you drunk now?" Lara softly asked.

Michelle checked her mind, the telltale signs were absent, even after 
her two glasses of wine. She didn't feel drunk, but she knew that it 
could just be her mind knowing that clarity was important right now. 
Sobriety through necessity.

"I. I don't think so. I don't feel drunk," Michelle managed to find a 
truthful answer.

Michelle watched as Lara's silhouette rose up on its knees, her hands 
finding purchase on Michelle's thighs through the blanket. Her face 
was softly lit by the starlight and the moon which was peeking out 
from behind a snowy capped moutaintop. The snow reflected the muted 
light towards them. Lara's face moved closer until it was only inches 
from Michelle's. Instinctively Michelle tried to move back, careful 
that the blanket didn't fall to reveal her state of undress.

"If you aren't drunk, and you still want to kiss me, I don't mind," 
Lara's voice was steady, and yet tremulous at the same time.

Michelle's heart began to hammer within her chest. Her mind fought 
with her body. Her body wanted those lips so very much, and her mind 
knew that it was such a great risk. Was Lara testing her? Her breasts 
tingled as she imagined the soft touch of those lips, that half 
remembered sweetness that she'd already tasted once before. But that 
touch had almost cost her so much. Lara was here again, her scent, her 
skin, her being so close. She wouldn't lose her again. She had felt 
the touch of loss, and she was certain that wasn't what she wanted. 
Even at the risk of never touching those soft lips again.

She forced her lips to move, not forward but in speech. "Lara? I. I 
want to. So much. But I don't if you don't. I don't want to lose you."

Her being exploded into small points of light as she felt Lara's 
answer. The soft full lips pressed against her own, the soft touch of 
Lara's tongue traced gently along her lips. She nearly cried out as 
she felt Lara withdraw, breaking the kiss. Michelle's breath was 
ragged and it almost hurt her to breathe. She opened her eyes. Lara's 
face, angelic in the moonlight, hung inches above her own.

She moaned as Lara slowly resumed her kneeling position, releasing her 
weight off Michelle's thighs. Michelle felt her body like she had 
never been aware of it before. Desire made itself known from the top 
of her head to the tips of her toes. She suddenly wanted Lara's weight 
back on her thighs. She needed to feel that kiss again.

"That felt kind of nice," Lara understated what Michelle had felt roar 
through her body.

Michelle numbly nodded, afraid to answer.

"I'm sorry," Lara whispered from her knees. "I feel like a shit for 
not returning your calls. I was scared. Of you, and myself. Ever since 
you kissed me last Saturday, I've been ... confused. And I was scared 
to talk to you. I. I wanted that kiss, too. And I've never wanted a 
woman before and other than you, I still don't. And it scares me. I'm 
sorry."

Michelle took in the words, halfway relieved that she wasn't the only 
one. She could understand this; her feelings were just as mixed up and 
as confused, if Lara was telling the truth.

God, what if her office got wind of this? They were conservative. 
Good-bye partnership. She forced those thoughts from her mind.

"Lara? It's okay. I'm confused, too. Last Sunday, I would have killed 
to convince you that I didn't want it." Michelle paused for a moment 
gathering her thoughts, trying to make sense of these feelings that 
she finally could acknowledge. "What do we do now?" Michelle 
whispered.

Lara took a deep breath, Michelle could hear the intake of air from 
where she sat. In answer, Lara again rose up on her knees and moved 
tentatively towards Michelle's face. The women again found themselves 
kissing like adolescents experiencing their first kiss. Michelle 
gasped as Lara's hands moved gently down her leg, stroking it through 
the heavy comforter. Irrationally, she wondered how she was going to 
get out of the chair without Lara finding out she was naked underneath 
the covering. She felt fingers brushing at her breasts, the material 
of the comforter stroking at her nipples.

She cried out involuntarily as Lara again withdrew, her voice echoing 
softly through the trees and the night. Lara stood, facing Michelle on 
the porch. Her hands slowly lifted the blouse over her head, allowing 
it to flutter to the deck. Without looking at Michelle, almost as 
though she was pretending she was wasn't there, she unbuttoned her 
jeans and pushed them over her hips. She stepped out of them, pulling 
her running shoes off with her toes. She hesitated a moment, then 
reached behind herself, releasing her bra. It joined the rest of her 
clothing on the deck. Shivering in the night air, she pulled her feet 
out of her white ankle socks. Lara carefully walked backwards until 
she felt her skin touch the rough railing. She leaned back, 
unconsciously thrusting out her breasts into the moonlight. The vision 
was almost overwhelming for Michelle. Except for the highcut panties, 
and the muted light, it was the vision of her fantasy. She had to 
consciously prevent her hands from exploring her body under the 
covering of the blanket. She almost thought that she could see 
approval in Lara's dark eyes, permission to touch herself. But she 
didn't.

Lara rested for a moment, shivering slightly as she leaned against the 
railing. Lara took a breath, held it, seemed to come to some decision 
and raised her right hand, finger beckoning gently for Michelle to 
join her.

Michelle shivered under her blanket, knowing that the moment of truth 
had arrived. She had no choice. Lara was going to know. She mentally 
chastised herself. It didn't matter now. Lara was nearly as naked as 
she and there was nothing of which to be ashamed. Gathering her 
courage, she gently unwrapped herself from the blanket, watching Lara 
as she exposed her body to her for the first time. Lara's face 
flickered amusement as she took in the already nude form of Michelle, 
but not surprise. Perhaps, her earlier explorations had given her a 
hint as to Michelle's state of undress, perhaps she'd seen Michelle's 
clothing littering the bedroom floor from the kitchen.

Michelle padded silently over the oaken boards, feeling the roughness 
beneath her toes. She carried the comforter with her. As Michelle 
reached the woman at the rail, Lara teased her gently, "Ready for me?" 
Gently referring to Michelle's immediate nudity.

Michelle blushed from her face all the way down to her toes. She could 
feel the flush spread through her body, overriding her arousal. In the 
dim light, Michelle couldn't see herself, so she knew Lara couldn't 
either, but she also knew the flush was there without a doubt.

Michelle dumbly nodded her head as she watched in awe as Lara's 
fingers reached out to touch her bare body. A quick touch of the 
nipples, and another stroke across the belly ignited Michelle's 
passion. She moaned into the night. Lara gently retrieved the 
comforter from Michelle's relaxed fingers, spreading it out over the 
boards. She lay herself down, tugging gently at Michelle's fingers, 
urging her down beside her.

Michelle nestled herself into the crook of Lara's arm, almost as she 
would with a man. She was pleasantly surprised that her body fit so 
well with Lara, almost like it was made to. She felt her hand tracing 
over Lara's pale skin, teasing her breasts, teasing her soft pubic 
hair through her panties, tracing the soft skin of her thighs. Lara 
was gasping, her own hands trailing over Michelle's burning skin. They 
kissed tenderly as their fingers explored.

Gently, Lara pushed Michelle onto her back. Unresisting, Michelle felt 
the harshness of the oak through the softness of the blanket. She was 
shivering unconsciously at the cool night air on her unprotected skin. 
She felt Lara move downwards, her tongue lightly touching her skin, 
tracing a lazy path downwards. As she felt Lara's hot breath tickling 
her pubic hairs, she struggled for control. She touched Lara's dark 
hair, stopping her. God, that was hard.

Lara turned her head, her breath still tickling at Michelle's tummy.

"What's the matter?" she asked quietly, concern filling her quiet 
voice.

Michelle felt odd whenever anyone wanted to be down there. She 
couldn't quite believe that anyone would want to have their mouth so 
close to her.

"You. Don't. Have to do that. If you don't want." Michelle's words 
came out in a rush, her regret apparent at having to say them.

Lara smiled at her and whispered gently. "I wouldn't be here if I 
didn't want to be."

Lara turned her head and let her tongue trace slowly through the light 
fur and her breath finally touched Michelle's center. Michelle cried 
out as she felt Lara's tongue touching and tracing across her swollen 
lips, teasing her unbearably. She cried out again, as the softness 
slipped between the lips, finding her clitoris and gently circling 
her. New sensations penetrated her as she felt fingers exploring, 
touching, entering her and pumping gently in rhythm with the soft 
tongue circling her clitoris. Her arousal was complete as she felt the 
stars begin to spin above her. She tried to hold back, but didn't have 
a prayer of resisting the sensations given to her. She screamed into 
the night as her body convulsed, her muscles fighting each other as 
she climaxed. Her body arched as tears formed in her eyes. Blessed 
release. She felt another wave build on the first, Lara having 
continued her tongue sensations. Michelle cried out as the larger wave 
took her and she again struggled against herself. She finally forced 
her body to relax, spent and quivering. She touched the top of Lara's 
head, letting her know that she was finished.

Still gasping for breath, Michelle whispered quietly into the night, 
"Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you." Her soft voice continued to disturb 
the night until Lara's mouth touched hers, silencing her with her own 
scent.

"You're welcome," Lara whispered.

After a moment of recovery, Michelle propped herself up on her elbow.

Lara smiled up at her, "What?" she inquired sweetly.

"Your turn," Michelle gasped out.

Michelle found herself with her mouth sucking gently at Lara's erect 
nipples. Lara's soft moans and cries were music, disappearing into the 
night. As she sucked gently, she trailed her fingers down Lara's soft 
skin, stopping as she encountered the panties still on Lara's hips. 
She traced Lara's mound through the thin fabric, teasing her until 
Lara's whispered cries began to get more urgent and on the border of 
begging. Michelle's fingers pushed at the elastic, urging it down 
Lara's legs, accepting Lara's help as she arched her body. Soon the 
panties had flown into the night and Michelle's fingers were gently 
exploring Lara's secrets. Michelle wanted the touch of Lara's mouth. 
She hesitated, knowing that she'd taste herself, but she wanted the 
touch. She raised her head from Lara's heaving breasts, touching 
Lara's lips, surprised that her own scent and taste was mildly 
arousing to her. Her fingers continued to tease Lara, finding her 
rhythm and gently circling Lara's swollen clitoris. Lara took a deep 
breath, held it, still returning the gentle kisses. She arched, her 
whole body showing her climax as it rushed through her being.

Eventually, the orgasm subsided, Lara's pleasure melted into the 
darkness. Michelle's fingers trailed gently back over Lara's hot skin 
eliciting further soft cries from the nude girl. Michelle, suddenly 
exhausted, reached behind herself, pulling at the corner of the 
comforter. She pulled it over herself and Lara, nestling back into the 
crook of Lara's arm, loving the softness of her bare breast as a 
pillow. She breathed deeply, the air carrying a curious mixture of sex 
and clean mountain air. She knew that she was going to sleep soundly 
tonight.

A mist had begun to settle over the small clearing, muting the light 
of the moon. Far away, a lonely wolf howled, its voice echoing though 
the mountains and over the nearly exhausted women.

"I'm glad I found you," Lara whispered.

"Me too," Michelle whispered in the moonlight.

As the women slipped gently into dreams of each other, the ancient oak 
of the porch sighed to itself in contentment and wonder.

