Down by the Lake

by Jisa Dean

  "Why would anyone ask to be hurt?" I wait for the answer.

  "Sometimes pain and pleasure are both good. Like sweet and salty. The pain makes the pleasure so much more intense than it would be on its own. But that's not half of what I do. I like to tie people up and take away their control so that I am in charge of giving them pleasure and pain until they can't stand anymore. And I like taking care of others. A good dom will not just offer pleasure in the bedroom but will want you to eat right and get enough sleep and will take care of his submissive above all others."

  "You care about the people you're with?"

  "Yes, why would I be with someone I didn't care about?" I don't want him to think I meant any disrespect, I just want to understand.

  "I didn't mean anything offensive. It just seems impersonal, I guess. I still don't really understand but I'm trying to."

  "No worries. Sometimes it takes a while before you really understand the life and all the ins and outs of it. I wouldn't expect you to understand everything after just one night. I will tell you this though; in a dom/sub relationship the sub has all the power."

  He lets me think about everything he's said for some time before I ask another question. I go over what he told me and can't wait to study more when I'm back somewhere that Wi-Fi actually works. It must be late because all we can hear are the frogs and crickets and the occasional lap of the water kissing the shore.

  "Jeremy, are you still awake?" I whisper because I don't want to wake him up if he is already asleep.

  "Yeah, I'm still up," His voice comes out of the darkness, deep and warm.

  "Can you explain how the sub has all the power when the, um, dominate gets to tie them down and do things to them?"

  "Because the dom can't do anything to the sub she doesn't want done to her. There are safe words that you call out if it goes anywhere you don't like and we live and die by those. If you don't like something and you say your safe word we could be in the middle of fucking and would have to stop and let you go. Subs let us know what feels good, what they might like to try, and what they absolutely won't do. If you were a sub you would have that power, not your dom. And doms understand that. You give us your trust and we give you the ability to be safe doing things you might not otherwise do, feel, or say."

  "It sounds like a really good relationship. I mean, built on trust and stuff."

  We go back to silence but I can't stop my mind from filling up with hundreds of images of Jeremy doing all sorts of naughty, kinky stuff to me. I must have dozed off at some point because I dream that I am being held down. I try to move but I can't. I look down where ropes and vines knot together and even though I want to leave, I can't move. Jeremy is standing over me on one side and Leon on the other, both of them dressed in stereotypical clothing that you expect from a BDSM dominate and even though I want to reach out or shout to Jeremy, tell him not to leave me, I can't. He turns and walks away while Leon rushes forward and grabs me by the hair pulling me off the little table I was lying on. I try to scream but I can't and when Leon's tongue comes out and licks my face my mind can't take anymore and I sit bolt upright in the dark.

  I'm trying to pull the rope off from my wrists but nothing's there. I can somehow tell this is not my tent. A body moves beside of me, arms coming around me to take my wrists again.

  "No," I can't be tied down again and left helpless for Leon to come and take me. I can't.

  "Hey," the voice is sharp and pulls me further out of the dream. "Don't, you'll scratch your skin off. Nothing's there, I promise. You were just dreaming."

  His fingers caress over the skin of my wrists. The feeling of being tied down is fading away the more he rubs. He has both his arms around me and his hands are large enough to wrap around my whole wrist. The touch feels good, comforting and yet exciting.

  "You ok?" I nod even though I don't think he can see me in the dark.

  "Yes," I'm not sure how we got so close together but after what I just dreamed I'm not about to ask him to move. "Can you stay with me?"

  "I'm here." He leans back and I follow him. I go to sleep to the sensation of him tucking me into his shoulder and rubbing his hands up and down my back. I'm reminded again that this might be the first time in years that anyone has offered me comfort on a physical level.

  Chapter 5

  Jeremy

  I dream I have a hand full of soft ass and a warm body aching for me to cum inside. It's only a dream but I don't think I've been happier in a long time. I let the dream take me over as I think of pushing myself into Meena's tempting asshole. If I did that, I could keep her a virgin for a few more days before I pop that cherry as my cum runs out of both holes.

  Somehow my pants have come unbuttoned and the head of my dick is laying right in between where I want to be. She's writhing on top of me and the sounds she’s making, all breathy moans, come faster and faster the more I run her to the finish line that we want so badly. I take both of her ass cheeks in my hands and start pushing her up and down on the head and shaft of my dick. The way her shorts are cut I have all of my hand around her very firm, very pleasing flesh and knead her open and closed again and again. She moans and wiggles when I pull her apart and I can't take much more.

  I've not had a wet dream like this in years. It seems so real that when I open my eyes and Meena's laying on top of me, writhing back and forth, my brain can't comprehend that I'm not dreaming anymore and my body knows if it’s going to have what it wants it better cum now. Hearing her little gasps and moans are too much for me and the first spurt of cum shoots out and coats both of us. It's followed by more and more until we're both sticky and wet form it.

  Something must be working for Meena on a subconscious level because after the first spray of cum she starts convulsing in my arms. She's having an orgasm too. I would be sorrier about this if it hadn't felt so damn good to both of us. I'm lying in my post-orgasm haze when the zipper moves on my tent and I hear Tray.

  "Hey guys, I'm back," he is too damn cheery for this early in the morning. "How did you all do last night?"

  His sentence trails off as Meena jolts up with her hair a beautiful mess and her tank stuck to her belly from my cum that is currently dripping down her bare stomach. My hands are still holding her ass under her shorts and the head of my dick is peeking out the top of my open jeans. Her hands go to my stomach to balance herself and lands in a pool of white that is still warm. She looks back at me and tries to yank her hand back but I hold her wrists in both of my hands now that I have them out of her shorts.

  "What the hell is going on here?" Trish comes to stand next to Tray who is just shooting questioning looks from me to Meena. He won't judge unless he thinks I've forced Meena. "Oh my God, what have you done? You thoughtless slut. Did you sleep with him? Your playing in a puddle of his cum you filthy whore."

  "Out now!" I growl at everyone since more people are coming to stare at what the commotion is about. Tray jerks the zipper back up without saying a word and I look at Meena to make sure the shit her sister said isn't getting to her.

  Her eyes are big and dilated and she almost looks like she's in shock. I can see why after being jerked out of sleep while having an orgasm and then called a slut and having everyone looks at what just happened. It maybe a little traumatic for her but I don't care if anyone saw my dick nestled in the vee of her legs or that she is wearing my cum on her skin like the good little girl I want her to be.

  She looks down and the moment she realizes the head of my cock is still sticking out she stiffens up. In fact her hands are so close that if she hadn't stopped, if I hadn't taken her hands in both of mine and stopped her, she would have been grabbing it instead of the muscles of my abs. Her eyes widen and shoot back up to mine.

  "I don't understand," it's a whisper that takes me a minute to grab onto. I pull her back down and run my hands up and down her back for a minute with my cum drying between us. She must've cum hard or maybe it was the first time she came or both. "I didn't...I, did I force you?"
Her question is so surprising I can't help but laugh out loud. She stiffens up when I do and I go back to rubbing and soothing.

  "Why would you think that?"

  "Because I'm on top of you."

  Tears in her voice tell me what she thinks about forcing someone to do something they don't want to do.

  "Baby, just because the person on top is on top doesn't mean they're in control. You didn't force me to do anything that wouldn't have happened anyway."

  I sit up with her still wrapped around my hips and look her in the eyes when I talk to her. "What we did was natural; there was nothing wrong with what happened. Do you understand?"

  She tries to give me a small nod but I can still see the shock wanting to creep back into her eyes. "Give me words, baby, not just head movements. Do you understand?"

  "Yes," It's a whisper but I will take it.

  When I stand up with her I don't take my hand off of her. I'm too tall for what I have to do so I grab what I need and come back to her and kneel in front of her. When I kneel I'm almost level with her shoulders. She is a tiny little thing. I take the hem of her shirt and raise it up over her head making sure not to drag the sticky cool ends across her face or hair. She isn't wearing a bra under her tank so I am greeted by a view of her lush berry nipples mounted on the gentle swells of her pale ivory flesh in all its glory. She moves to put her hands over her breasts but I stop her.

  "I'm going to help you clean up. Is that ok?" I wait for what seems like forever until she nods and moves her hands down to her sides. Her areolas crinkle and pucker and I have to fight myself from putting my mouth over them and offering them warmth. For someone so tiny she sure has a lot of charms in all the right places. Her breasts would be more than a hand full for normal guys. Good thing I have large hands.

  I unbutton her shorts and push them, and her underwear, down to the floor of the tent. She makes a whimper but doesn't tell me to stop. Still, I look at her face and eyes constantly even when I am taking in the stunning sight of her trimmed pubic hair and her glistening pussy lips nestled just underneath. She's made a mess of her underwear and when I look at them there's so much liquid it almost pools on the gusset of her panties.

  I wet a towel with bottled water and run it over her belly first. It quivers at the first touch but settles down soon after. I talk the whole time I am cleaning the cum off of her.

  "You need to get clean because dry cum can itch and I'm sure in this heat it isn't going to feel good for very much longer. Is this the first time you ever came?"

  I look up at her and move the cloth down between her legs to run it over her tight little slit. I never take my eyes off of her face. Her breath catches and she moves her hand to circle my wrist but she doesn't stop me or try to pull my hand away.

  "Y...Yes," She's not breathing like she was before. Now it's halting and she gasps a lot more. I look at her nipples; they've hardened and become little brown daggers. She curls her lips under her teeth so she can keep the gasps in as I run the cloth over her most sensitive area.

  I pour more water on the rag and go back to her glistening lower lips as I lick my own wanting to taste her there. But she's trusting me to clean her not to do anything else. I run the towel up higher. The lips of her tight little pussy split open and the hard nub pokes out. I can't stop myself from rubbing her there back and forth until she tightens her grip on my wrist. She starts to shake when my other hand wraps around her bare hip to keep her stable while I cleaned her.

  I let my knuckles brush against the tender flesh without the washcloth between us and listen to her gasp and moan as she rolls her hips and presses down, searching for my touch. The second her eyes start to cloud I drop the rag so I can run my fingers over her bundle of nerves, marveling at how soft her skin is against my hand. The tender flesh of her lips pull in with another orgasm. She's not quiet either, she sounds almost like she's in pain with how good it feels, her head thrown back in abandonment. I catch her as soon as her body stops throbbing and her legs give out.

  She looks sleepy and satisfied as I clean myself up and put on new clothes. I move to her bag and help her in her panties and a fresh pair of shorts. I can tell the minute her mind starts going again and before she can be filled with doubt and worry I start talking to her again.

  "None of it is wrong. You gave me something I wanted and I gave you something you wanted and we are both happy because of it. Are you happy?' I sit her up and pull a new tank down on her body, going so far as to reach in and lift her breasts up so that they fit inside the built-in cups better. She jerks when I touch them but I don't linger.

  "Um...yes."

  "Then don't listen to your sister. She's calling you dirty names to try to take your joy away. Don't let her. If you liked what happened and I am very happy with what happened then don't let someone slut shame you into losing your happiness."

  I take her by the hand and walk her out of the tent. As soon as we step out Tray is there looking Meena over and waiting patiently for us to tell him what is going on. Before either one of us can start Leon runs up to the site and nearly trips over a log on his way to us. I'm not sure if he's high or drunk but both of us move Meena behind us.

  "You whore, all those times you wouldn't even let me brush up against your tits and you let the biggest loser I know have first dibs on your cherry? You still got it or did you let Jeremy and Tray run a train on you? Which one of them got the privilege? You let them fuck your ass too? Maybe I can still have one of your cherries."

  "Jesus, Leo. You got some issues, man. You need to go somewhere and sleep this off before you get in trouble you can't get out of."

  I think about letting him go but I just can't after the shit he's talking about Meena. "Hey Leon," I wait until he's turned back around before I go on, "Thanks for cutting the tent, man. Without you, I never would have gotten her into my tent so that I could have the best breakfast a man can have," I do the same tongue thing to him that he has been doing for a year to Meena. Hate rises up in his eyes hot and fast. He lunches for me but Tony and the other guy hold him off and walk away.

  I wait until her sister moves in behind them before I turn back to offer an apology to Meena for using her to get to that massive wanker. When I do I come face to face with Tray.

  "What the hell, man? Did you eat Meena out?" She's blushing and trying to look away from everyone. I go to put my arms around her and offer her whatever shelter she needs.

  "No, but he doesn't know that and if it keeps his dick away from my...from her than I'll say what I have to," I hope no one heard that slip-up but I don't think I got it by Tray who looks at us with ancient and all-seeing eyes. "Sorry about that by the way. I don't want you to think I am trying to cheapen what we did this morning or that I'm trying to brag. I just want him to leave you alone and for you to be safe. Yeah?"

  I need her to know that she can trust me with everything; her body, her dreams, her thoughts, and wishes. I don't want her to think I am just trying to incite a fight with Leon either. Although, the dumb son of a bitch probably won't stop until I have to break him in two for being anywhere around Meena.

  "I want that too," she nods and lets me run my knuckle over the soft skin of her jaw. It's almost as soft as the skin in between her legs and I have to fight the need to put my mouth there and do things to it that I want to do to the other. Did I eat Meena out this morning? No, but ask me if I want to and the answer wouldn't be the same.

  "Okay so you all got your rocks off this morning, now ask me about how gross my foot looks and come look at these pictures I took of the before and after."

  We pass the day talking with Tray and poking at his foot. When it gets too hot to be comfortable we both go down with Meena to the edge of the water and keep an eye out for her while she swims back and forth in what has to be the tiniest swimsuit known to man. She told us it was because she bought it several seasons ago and seemed to have grown since then. Whatever it was that made that bathing suit fit so well I hope she kept doing it. Tray'
s eyes are on me and whatever he's going to ask is going to be a doozy.

  "So...," Tray isn't great about being subtle and leading into a question. "Is she okay?"

  "Yeah, why wouldn't she be?" I didn't take my eyes off of her the entire time I was talking to him.

  "She seemed a little out of it this morning like she wasn't on board with everything happening and I want to know that she's okay? That she knows what she's getting into when she gets...into you."

  At first I’m angry at someone telling me I've not listened well enough to my lover or that I'm not taking care of her good enough. I take a step back and realize that Tray has no idea what me and Meena talked about last night or if I'm serious or just trying her on for a little while. That thought alone makes me want to tear up trees and knock down boulders. Meena isn't the type of person to be tried on and then put away. She isn't someone you share with a buddy or a friend. She...is mine. But Tray doesn't know that. Hell, I didn't know that until I started thinking about her with someone else trying her out.