Love, Lust, and Other Mistakes (9 page)

“What do you think those rings are for?” I point to the two metal circles positioned in the center of the spreader bar.  Don’t judge.  I’m kind of a newbie when it comes to these things.

She clears her throat. “Um, I think it’s for, uh, if you wanted to attach my wrists to the bar, too.”

I frown in my confusion.  “How could your wrists…” I trail off as my brain finally catches up with my question. “Oh.”

I stand and lick my lips.  “Bend over.” The hoarseness of my voice sounds foreign to my ears.

She groans at my request. “Fuck.”

“That’s kind of what I had in mind,” I tease.

I take an indulgent moment to admire her naked backside.  Although I’ve certainly stared at it secretly and overtly quite a few times, particularly over the past few months, it’s the first time I’ve really paused to look.  It’s the kind of ass that begs to be spanked and then nibbled on a bit.

I run my palms down the soft, pert globes. “Too bad this thing didn’t come with wrist cuffs, too,” I murmur.  “I guess I’ll just have to figure something else out.”  I slide my right hand between her legs, causing her knees to lock when my fingers touch her swollen lips.

I glide my left hand over her left hand over her naked back, feeling the slight ridges of her backbone hard against my palm.  I gather her loose hair into a makeshift ponytail and pull back, forcing her to arch her back.

“So what do you think?” I murmur. “Do you want to go on the bed or should I take you right here, just like this?” My right digits slip along her weeping slit. I feel a little triumphant when she, the normally dominant one, can only whimper as response. “Actually, I don’t want to wear you out so soon,” I think out loud.  I pull my hand away from her burning sex. 

Her legs wobble again as my fingers slipped away. “Don’t worry about me.  I’ve got a marathoner’s stamina,” she teases.

I lightly slap her naked ass.  “And I fully intend to wear you out.” I right her and help her shuffle across the floor to reach the bed in the center of the room.  “On all fours,” I command. “I don’t want to hide that delicious ass of yours any time soon.”

I crawl on the mattress behind her, the mattress shifting and moving beneath my slight weight.  My hands once again slide along the smooth globes of her perfect ass. “Scoot up a little bit,” I instruct, swatting her backside.

She obeys, having to crawl because of the spreader between her ankles.  I can tell it’s starting to annoy her, being a bottom when she’s usually the one on top. “Is that better, Princess?” she asks, sarcasm lightly tingeing her tone.

“It would be better if you called me Mistress,” I snap back.

“Fuck, babe.  You’re going to kill me,” she wantonly moans.

“Hopefully you can stay alive for a little bit longer,” I state sweetly, “because then it wouldn’t be any fun when I do
this.
”  I lean forward and lick along her hot slit from behind.  I sneak my tongue inside her warm folds, tasting her early arousal.  I grip tightly onto the backs of her upper thighs, holding her in place.

She hisses as I continue to drink deeply.  Her upper legs shake and her elbows buckle, nearly causing her to fall face forward on the mattress.

              I straighten herself and lightly slap her backside.  “Don’t move,” I smile as I wipe away her arousal from my cheeks with the back of my hand.  “I’ll be right back.”

             
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she loudly complains as the door to the adjoining bathroom closes.

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“Miss me?”

I exit the bathroom and walk up behind her, making sure she’s not able to see me.

“Sure did, Sweet-cheeks.” She sounds unusually confident and upbeat for someone prostrate and naked. “Where did you scamper off to?”

“Just had to get something.”

The goosebumps that cover her perfect flesh don’t go unnoticed. “Are you cold?” I ask, feeling a twinge of guilt.

“A little,” she answers honestly, “but I’m sure you’re gonna have me sweating in no time.”

Her lidded eyes flip wide open when she feels something unfamiliar nudge against her sex.

“Um
…what, uh…what is that?”

“I found it in your bedside table,”
I say innocently. “We were already intimately introduced a few months ago, but I thought you might like a turn as well.”

I grab
onto the base of the purple toy and rub the head of the phallic object between her slippery pussy lips.

“So do you want it
?” I breathe.  I thrust my hips forward slightly so that just the head of the toy slides into her waiting sex.

She pushes
out a sharp breath as the thick toy enters her. “I’m pretty sure you know my answer, babe.”

I pull my
hips back and the silicone toy slips out. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear it.”

She drops
her head in defeat. Her arms are probably getting tired from holding herself up on all fours.  “Is this payback for the popsicle?” she whimpers. “Cause I promise I’ll never tease you again like that.”

I
slide the head of the purple appendage from her clit back down her slit, spreading her juices. “You don’t like this?” I ask with fake innocence.

“I’d like it a whole lot more if you’d just fuck me,”
she practically growls.  She clenches onto her bed sheets, balling the material in her hands.

I push forward again and the fake phallus slips
back in. “See? That wasn’t so hard was it,” I grin. 

I slide my right arm around her waist while my left hand closes around her left nipple, teasing it, pulling it, and driving her crazy.  I keep my hips stationary, the purple toy buried to the hilt inside her.

“Speaking of hard,” I chuckle, “aren’t you glad I’ll always stay this hard?” To accentuate my point, I pull the toy out completely and slam back in, forcing the air to leave her lungs.

I release her nipples and hold tight onto her hips as I start to piston in and out of her tightening sex.  The sounds of slapping skin on skin and her moans of approval filled the air.

I mentally mirror her earlier musings as I continued to thrust inside my insatiable lover.  We’re both going to be very sore in the morning.

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“Hun?”

She props herself up on an elbow and brushed a few strands of blonde hair  away from my sweaty brow.  

“Yeah, babe? What is it?”

“Will you…go on top?”
             

Her generous mouth curves at the ends. “You want me to ride you?”

I bite down on my bottom lip and wordlessly nod.

“If you ask me nicely,” she teases.

“Please?” My voice wavers on the syllable. “I want to see you ride me.”

“Ride your what?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.  Her grin spreads wider across her beautiful, but mischievous features.

I pout. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Pretty sure you were getting off earlier by making
me
say things I wouldn’t normally say,” she pragmatically points out.

I make a disgruntled noise in the back of her throat. “Fine,” I huff. “Will you ride my…my cock?”

She chuckles. “That just doesn’t sound right coming out of your sweet little mouth.  I’m sorry,” she apologizes with a grin.  “I won’t make you say penis words ever again.”  She presses her full lips against my mouth and rewards me with a lingering kiss.  She brushes the tip of her tongue across my bottom lip.

“I still want you on top,” I say stubbornly, pulling away from the kiss.

“Yes, ma’am,” she grins, giving me a mock salute.

She rests her weight on her knees and straddles me. The purple phallic toy looks out of place against my bronzed skin, but the leather harness is a sight I could get used to seeing.  She grabs onto the rigid toy; the strap-on is still wet with her juices. I can tell she feels more comfortable back in the driver’s seat.  Submission doesn’t come easy to her. Holding onto the fake appendage where the base connects to the harness, she rubs the thick head across her slit and gathers more of her arousal on the toy.  Using the head of the purple phallus, she spreads her wetness against her clit.  She closes her eyes and shudders as she slips the silicone toy back and forth against her sensitive nub.
“Fuck,” she curses, biting down on her lower lip.

I remain on my back, my eyes fixated on her mesmerizing movements. My eyes nearly roll back in my head when she begins to lower herself down. Her pussy lips split apart and the phallic toy slides deep inside her core. Still allowing her to control the depth and speed of her trusts, I reach up and massage a generous breasts.  I palm the soft, pert flesh, feeling her hard nipples stiffen in my hands.

“Fuck, I love you,” she moans.  Her head drops forward, and her chin falls against her breastplate as she starts to bounce and grind on top of me, seeking release.  I’m beginning to lose count of orgasms.

I grasp hard onto her hips, digging my nails into her skin.   She cries out as my nails break the surface.  I trust up into her, causing her breath to hitch. “Love you,” I grunt, “so much.”

Finally content, I wiggle out of the harness and toss the purple appendage on the floor.  I curled into a ball, exhausted and sweaty.   I smile when I feel her warm arms wrap around my naked waist, and I close my eyes for some well-deserved rest.

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THE Great Outdoors

The black Jeep bumps down a
curvy path, rocks and fallen tree branches crunching and snapping beneath its tires.  Bright sunlight filtered through the tree canopy and warms my face.  I stare out the rear passenger-side window as the forest whips by outside.

It’s
been a hard, trying year. Professionally things couldn’t be better – I’m teaching at a new university I love, teaching what I love, and having the opportunity to write and publish. My private life, however, is another matter. I just recently ended a relationship that had existed for so long, I can’t remember what life was like before it.

To get me out of this funk, my
two best friends, Troian and Nikole, have insisted on a “girls weekend” in the woods.  The idea had originally surprised me; although I had grown up immerged in nature, I didn’t think either of my friends were really ‘camping’ kind of girls – a cabin in the woods, maybe, but not hiking and tents and living off the land.

 
I’m pulled from my thoughts by the rustling of paper coming from the front seat.  

“Are you
sure
this is the right way?” Nikole asks from the driver’s seat. “I feel like we should be there by now.” She rakes her fingers through her loose hair and flicks her gaze briefly to the rearview mirror.    

Troian twists the printed-out Google map
in her hands, scrutinizing the directions.  “It should be coming up soon on the right,” she says in a voice that belies her confidence.

“Don’t you have GPS in this thing?”
I chirp from the backseat.

Nikole grimaces
in the mirror at me. “We’re so far out in bumble-fuck Egypt, not even the GPS could find us.”

Troian swats
at her girlfriend’s arm. “Stop it. This is going to be amazing. No phones, no internet, no drama. Just good friends hanging out and enjoying each other’s company.”

“And no coffee shops for miles,” Nikole m
utters under her breath.

“Tomorrow morning,
I am going to make you
the most amazing
coffee you’ve ever had,” Troian promises.

Nikole flashes
her partner a quick smile. “If it’s not, you’d better find some way to make up for it,” she teases.

Troian ru
ns her hand down Nikole’s arm and it come to a rest on the girl’s hand in her lap. “Oh, I have a couple of ideas,” she purrs.

“Oh my God, you guys!”
I holler from the backseat. “Don’t tell me I’m going to have to deal with this all weekend!”

Troian snaps
her head around to look at me in the rear of the car. “Oh, don’t be such a prude.”

“I
’m serious,” I playfully moan as if in pain.  I tip myself over and fall across the backseat bench. “Stop before I have to blind myself with bleach.”

Nikole chuckles at my reaction, but Troian spins
back around to face forward.  She crosses her arms across her chest and sticks out her lower lip. “Never should have invited you,” she grumbles lowly.

 
“You guys,” Nikole interrupts. She slows the car slightly and squints her eyes into the distance. “I think we’re here.”
She lifts her foot off the gas pedal until the car only rolls in idle.  To the right is a worn-looking wooden sign that announces that, indeed, we have found the out-of-the-way campground.

I
chew on my lower lip. “This looks very...rustic,” I observe, the worry in my voice transparent.

Nikole snorts. “Says the Wisconsin girl
.”

“Hey!” I
glumly protest. “It’s not my fault I’ve gotten used to running water and electricity.”

Troian nearly
hangs out the window with excitement. “This is going to be
so
great!”

Nikole stops
the car in front of a small shack whose front sign reads ‘Campground Registration.’  She unfastens her seatbelt and pulls the keys from the ignition.  “I’ll go check in real quick; you two can hang out here.”

I
couldn’t help but observe how Troian’s gaze follows her girlfriend into the shabby cabin.  Even with her eyes hidden behind her aviators, Troian’s affection is obvious.

“You two are totally going to bone in a tent
this weekend,” I announce.

“Whatever.
”

“
That
’s why you’re so excited,” I laugh. “You can’t fool me. I know you hate this camping stuff.”

“Nuh uh,”
she protests. “We’re here
for you
. So you can start to get over She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.”

I roll my
eyes. “I didn’t realize I was dating Voldemort.”

Troian grins
. “Nik’s called her a lot worse.”

“Don’t remind me,” I sigh
.

“Stop it,” she chastises. “No more S
ad Elle. We’re here to have fun.”

The door to t
he shack swings open and Nikole reappears.  The screen door slams closed behind her, making the three of us collectively jump.  Nikole rounds the Jeep and slides back into the driver’s seat. “We’re all set,” she announces, handing Troian a few sheets of paper.

“What’s this?” Troian asks
.

“Our registr
ation information,” Nikole notes as she turns the key in the ignition and the Jeep engine roars to life.  “We have to keep this displayed in the car window so the Rangers know we’ve paid for our slip.”

“Was it creepy in there?” I ask
. “Like something out of
Deliverance
or
Wrong Turn
?”

“You watch
way
too many scary movies,” Troian teases.

“Whatever,”
I scoff. “We’ll see who’s laughing when inbred cannibals are chasing us through the woods, and I’m the only one who knows how to beat them.”

Troian laughs
, not unkindly. “Sometimes I can’t believe you have a PhD and you’re a professor. Seriously.”

A few more
miles down a one-way road, and we’re finally at our designated camping spot.  It’s one of the more secluded slips at the campground with access to the lake and a small sandy beach just a few yards away.  

As soon as Nikole parks
the vehicle, Troian eagerly jumps out of the passenger side door. “We’re here!” she announces excitedly.  She reflexively pulls her phone from her back pocket.  She taps her fingers against the touch-screen and frowns.

“
What’s wrong, hun?” Nikole asks.  She opens the rear gate and begins pulling some of their gear out of the back.

“There’s no signal,”
Troian pouts.

I laugh as I climb
out of the back seat and pause to stretch my limbs.  “I thought that was the whole plan,” I remind her. “No phones, no internet, no drama, remember?”

Troian’s frown intensifies and turns
into a full-out pout. “But now I can’t tweet about all the fun we’re having.”             

I clap my
hand on her shoulder. “I guess the social network community will just have to suffer without you for a few days.”

“Babe,” Nikole calls
out. “Little help over here?”

Troian lifts
her phone once more to the sky in search of a signal.  Still finding nothing, she sighs and resignedly slips her phone into her back pocket.

The three of us dutifully unpack
the back of Nikole’s Jeep until all of our supplies for the long weekend are stacked in a neat pile on the campsite ground.  Two tents, fold-up camping chairs, two collapsible fishing poles, a few grocery bags of non-perishable food, a cooler full of food and beer, and a smattering of kitchen supplies make up our meager stash.

Nikole closes the rear gate, locks the car, and brushes
her hands together to dislodge some of the pine needles that have stuck to her palms. “What should we do first?” she asks us.  “Set up our tents?”

“Those can wait un
til later,” Troian insists. “Let’s check out the lake!”

I glance at our
pile of supplies. “Is it safe to just
leave
this stuff here?”

Troian laughs
. “Like anyone’s gonna steal it way out here.”

“I wa
s more worried about bears,” I pragmatically note, “not scavenging hillbillies.”

Troian’s eyes widen
. “B-b-bears?”

Nikole sli
ngs her arm around her girlfriend’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, hun,” she says, kissing her on the temple. “I’ll protect you.”

“B
ut I’m little!” Troian protests. “I’ll be the first one the bears eat! I’m like the appetizer course!”

Nikole and
I share a knowing look and begin walking in the direction of the inland lake.

“Don’t leave me!” Troian yelps
, quickly moving her legs to catch up.

I
tip my head up to the sky and admire the clear blue color.  I take a deep breath and fill my lungs with the scent of water and pine trees. I have to admit, I’ve missed this.  I’d lived all my life in a place just like this, and it felt good to be back. “So who else is showing up this weekend?” I ask.

“Just one more,” Troian says
vaguely.  She gives me a furtive look.  “She had work this morning, so she’ll be by later this afternoon.”

I nod and don’t
ask any other questions; I’m too distracted by the view all around me.  The dense forest clears away to reveal a well-kept lake and a sandy beach with no other people around within view.  

I immediately ditch my
sandals in favor of wading out into the lake.  The water is cold on my feet and ankles, but nothing I can’t handle.  The lake floor is slightly muddy and my feet sink into the soft mush.  I pick up my feet and watch the small clouds of silty sand cloud the water.

I’m mesmerized by my surroundings, but not so much that I don’t hear Nikole and Troian’s quiet conversation.

“You didn’t tell her?” Nikole asks in hushed tones.

“She’ll be fine,” Troian says
dismissively. “It’s not going to be a big deal.”

Nikole sucks on her teeth and shakes
her head. “Okay. But it’s
your
funeral when she shows up and Elle freaks out.”

“Babe. I know
what I’m doing,” Troian insists in a quiet voice. “It’s going to be just fine.”

Nikole groans
. “You’re not trying to play Match-Maker again, are you? Hun,” she sighs rubbing at her face, “they
both
just got out of serious relationships.”

Troian flashes
her girlfriend a cheeky smile. “Exactly. The timing is perfect.”

             
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A dark blue SUV rolls to a stop just behind the black Jeep.

“Oh, good!” Troian cheers
. “She’s here early.”

After wading in the lake for a few minutes (although Troian refused because she was convinced a fish was going to eat her toes),
we returned back to the campsite to start properly setting up.

I hold up a hand over my eyes to shield my
gaze from the sun’s glare, but I can’t make out the figure in the driver’s seat.  The engine cuts off and the driving lights turn off.  I watch as the person inside the car moves around a little, before the driver’s side door opens, and a long, bare leg appears.

The words were out of
my mouth before I can stop herself: “Oh my God.”

Nikole walks
up to the leggy blonde as she climbs out of the parked vehicle.  “Hey, Hunter,” she grins.  She gives the newcomer a quick hug. “Glad to see you didn’t get lost. Troian’s directions aren’t always the best.”

“I heard that,” Troian grumbles
loudly.

I stare in disbelief for a moment, my task of setting up my
tent momentarily forgotten.  I watch as Nikole and Hunter talk with each other, both animatedly talking with their hands and laughing at something.

Hunter’s grey-blue gaze pull away from Nikole to inspect our camping spot. When she spots me
, her eyes widen and she momentarily freezes.  But I’ve got to give the girl credit; she recovers quickly, her surprise turning into a shy smile, and she waves a quick hello from across the camping spot.

The small wave snap
s me out of my shock.  I turn to glare at Troian who is currently busy with setting up her and Nikole’s tent. “You never told me
she
was going to be our fourth,” I hiss.