The mellow fell over Tommy. The world was gone save for the drumming and Sheila’s hand. Everything else drifted away. Tommy found herself swaying to the music. She pulled Sheila to her and they danced together to the rhythm. The music was hypnotic and that, combined with the feeling of Sheila in her arms, made her feel warm and content.
She took Sheila back to her tent and made love to her again. She slowly took Sheila’s clothes off and then her own. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, and the sensations were magnified. She felt the softness of Sheila’s skin and the heat almost burned her.
“Baby, you’re on fire,” Tommy said.
“So are you. Take me again, Tommy.”
Tommy watched as Sheila ran her hands up and down her arms, mesmerized, it seemed, by her actions.
“Sheila?” Tommy said.
“Hm?”
“You okay?”
“Never better. I can feel every pore in your skin, every bulge in your muscle. It’s amazing.”
“I know.” Tommy kissed her then, and the tingling when their lips met was like electricity. She pulled back briefly. “Did you feel that?”
“I feel everything, Tommy. I love it. It’s mind-blowing.”
“Feel me, baby. Feel me now.”
Tommy lay down on the bed and pulled Sheila with her. She rolled over on top of her and kissed her again, this time easing her tongue into her mouth. Her tongue was soft as it played around her own.
Between her need and the weed, Tommy was dizzy and breathless. She kissed down Sheila’s body, tasting every inch of her. She tasted of sunshine and wind. Finally, Tommy was between Sheila’s legs. She looked up at her.
“Are you okay?”
Sheila nodded.
“Make love to me, Tommy.”
Tommy dipped her head and tasted the heady flavor of Sheila. She was musky and sweet and delicious. Tommy moved her tongue over every inch of her, lost in the tastes and sensations. She still felt the drum beats, as if the drums were playing right under her bed. Each timbre matched her heart beat, which was heavy and strong due to her arousal.
She glanced up to see Sheila playing with her nipples. That was a good sign. She was clearly enjoying the attention. Tommy slipped her fingers inside and felt a sea of liquid coating them. Sheila’s juices flowed thick and warm. In rhythm with the drums, Tommy moved her fingers in and out. Sheila arched her back and took every plunge, urging Tommy onward. Tommy was in a frenzy herself by the time Sheila finally let herself go and soared toward her climax.
“Do you want me to taste you?” Sheila asked when she could breathe.
“Do you want to?”
“I want to make love to you, woman to woman.”
“I want that, too. But you don’t need to use your mouth if you don’t want to.”
“I’m curious,” Sheila said. “I wonder how you taste.”
“Then do it. Do whatever feels right, baby.”
Sheila climbed between Tommy’s legs and seemed unsure of how to proceed. Tommy lay there, swollen and drenched, wanting to cry out, to beg for Sheila to do something.
“You okay?” She asked.
“Yes. Sorry, but you’re so beautiful down here. I didn’t expect to think that. Your clit is big and shiny. Your lips are swollen and wet.” She moved her hand over each area to demonstrate. “I don’t know where to start.”
Tommy fought to keep her patience in check. She didn’t care where Sheila started as long as she did.
“Start where you want to, baby. Just pick a place. I need you now. I’m desperate.”
Tommy didn’t expect the hesitant strokes of Sheila’s tongue to arouse her so. But arouse her they did. She was moaning and groaning as Sheila licked one area then another. Her tongue wasn’t as skilled as many Tommy had experienced, but that made it all the hotter somehow. She was tentative, nervous, yet determined. Tommy finally had had enough experimenting.
“My clit, baby. Focus on my clit.”
Sheila did just that. She sucked and licked Tommy’s rock hard clit until Tommy pressed Sheila’s face into it. She was so close. Just a little more, oh God, just a little more. Sheila persisted and Tommy felt her body tense up then turn to jelly as the orgasm cascaded over her.
Chapter Two
Tommy awoke alone in the cool early morning air. Something had disturbed her. She peeked out the door of her tent to see Sheila making her way back to her area of the compound. She rolled over onto her back, feeling good. Sheila had been a pleasant partner for the evening, and Tommy was quite certain they both understood it had only been for one night. Though if the opportunity presented itself down the road for them to hook up again, she certainly wouldn’t say no. Just not too soon. That could give Sheila the wrong impression.
She sat on her cot and loosened the long braid that ran down the center of her back. She brushed out her hair and looked in the mirror. Twenty-two years young and looking good, Tommy reflected that she had her whole life ahead of her. She wanted to be famous. She wanted the world to have heard of her as an activist against the war. Of course in order to truly become famous, her true identity would have to come out. Thomasina Benton, daughter of the president of Benton and Associates, the country’s foremost land development company. She wasn’t ready for that. She enjoyed being just Tommy for the moment. And living on a commune and loving whoever she chose to love. She had almost no responsibilities. Life was good.
Speaking of responsibilities, since she was up, she might as well go help prepare breakfast. Or at least see if they needed help. She braided her hair again before she crossed the compound to the mess hall only to find they had all the help they needed.
“Thanks for coming by though,” Freddy, a young man with long blond hair said. “What are you doing up so early? You’ve usually got a bunny in your bed keeping your warm at this hour.”
Tommy laughed.
“No one in my bed right now. So I thought I’d swing by. You guys have everything under control so I’ll be on my way. Peace.”
She walked out into the morning air. It was cool and crisp, but the blue sky indicated a warm day would evolve. She had nothing to do and no time to do it in. She wondered what she should do with the day. Fishing sounded good. There was a creek that ran on the outer banks of the compound. She crossed back to her tent and grabbed her gear. She had just exited her tent when she heard her name whispered loudly. She turned to see Martina calling to her.
“Where are you going?” Martina asked when she caught up to Tommy.
“I’m going fishing.”
“May I come?”
“Do you fish?”
“Of course. Who doesn’t?”
Tommy eyed her suspiciously. Martina was a beautiful young woman with dark eyes and darker hair. No one knew her age, but she was a tiny thing, barely standing over five feet. She had manners about her that indicated to Tommy that she’d never fished a day in her life. But the company would be nice, so she agreed to let her come along.
“What do you mean, ‘who doesn’t’?”
“What’s to know? You throw the line in the water and wait for a bite. No sweat. Anyone could do it.”
“I don’t know about all that, but I’m willing to take you with me. I’ll help you learn to fish.”
Tommy grabbed another pole and they cut across the expanse of tents that made up the compound. They eventually came to a gurgling creek. The tall trees overhead blocked the sun and kept the air cool. Tommy was glad for her flannel shirt. She looked over at Martina.
“You ready to fish?” she said.
“Sure.” Martina smiled at her. Her olive skin glowed and her dimples showed. Tommy felt the familiar stirring that happened when in the presence of attractive women. She smiled back at Martina.
“Okay, then. Let’s get it on.”
Tommy dug in the cool, damp earth until she found some small worms. She baited Marina’s line first, then her own. She told Martina how to toss the line into the creek and was greeted with a
sidelong glance.
“I have fished before, you know,” Martina said.
“I didn’t know. The way you acted…”
“It’s cool. But don’t worry about me. I’m good. You go find your place to fish, and I’ll be fine here.”
Tommy wandered upstream a bit, not so far that she couldn’t see Martina, and cast her line. She slowly reeled it in. Nothing. She repeated the motion. This went on for some time until the sun had reached its peak and even the trees couldn’t prevent its heat from beating down on them.
Tommy made her way back to Martina.
“Any luck?” she asked.
“Not yet.”
“You want to head back to camp now?”
“Hell no. I’m just getting warmed up.”
Tommy scratched her head. Who was this Martina? She’d seen her around and just thought of her as a hopelessly lost soul looking for a place to belong. But after the morning they’d just spent together, she seemed anything but hopeless.
“So, okay then. We’ll keep fishing. But I’ve got to lose this shirt.”
Tommy stripped out of her flannel, wearing only an undershirt.
Martina blushed and looked away.
“Sorry,” Tommy said. “But I’m really hot. If this isn’t cool, we can just go back to camp.”
“Oh, no. It’s fine,” Martina said. “It’s very nice, as a matter of fact.”
Tommy felt her crotch clench. Was Martina flirting?
“I think I’ll take my shirt off, too,” Martina said. “Oh, that feels much better.”
Tommy stared at the trim body in army pants and a bra. She looked good. Tommy’s palms itched to touch, but they were on a fishing trip, not a fucking trip.
“Good,” Tommy said when she could finally find her voice. “I’m glad you’re comfortable now.”
They went back to fishing. Tommy was spending more time looking downstream at Martina than the water, but she couldn’t help it.
Suddenly, Martina squealed and pulled hard on her rod.
“Have you got one?” Tommy called.
“Yes.”
“I’m on my way.”
Tommy carefully chose her steps to get back to Martina as quickly as possible.
“Do you want me to take over?” Tommy asked.
“I think I’ve got it.”
Tommy took the opportunity to admire Martina’s physique yet again. Her arm muscles and stomach muscles clenched and rippled in her struggle with the fish. It was a sight to behold. Tommy didn’t think she’d ever forget the sheer beauty she was witnessing.
When Martina finally got the trout out of the water, Tommy was shaken from her reverie and quickly grabbed the net. Together they got the fish off Martina’s line and into the ice chest.
Martina, still apparently high from her catch, threw her arms around Tommy’s neck and hugged her tight. Tommy wrapped her arms around the small, lithe body of Martina and pulled her close, reveling in the warmth.
“Good job,” Tommy said when she finally pulled away.
“That was fun,” Martina said. “Find me another worm?”
Tommy laughed.
“Sure thing.”
She baited Martina’s hook again and started picking her way upstream. The rocks were slick and she had to be careful. But she was preoccupied with thoughts of Martina, and she made a misstep on a rock and slipped into the cold creek water.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” called Martina.
Tommy couldn’t answer. She was embarrassed and freezing and mad at herself for making a rookie maneuver. She tried to get some footing to stand up when she heard splashing and saw Martina working her way toward her.
“Be careful,” Tommy yelled her way. “The rocks are slippery.”
“I’m okay,” Martina called back. She was only a few feet away then and she hit the same slick spot Tommy had hit. Martina fell face first into the water, right on top of Tommy. Tommy tried to brace both of them to keep them from getting wetter.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Fine, I guess.”
Martina got her legs straight, but her hands were still in the water, one on either side of Tommy. Tommy was cold, her ass starting to go numb, but all she could think about was kissing Martina. Her face just inches away, her dark eyes pleading with her. But no. Tommy needed to get them both out of the water.
“Can you stand up straight?” Tommy asked.
“I think so.”
Tommy helped brace Martina’s upper body and eased her to a standing position. Martina offered her hand to Tommy, who refused it.
“I’ll just pull you down with me again,” Tommy said. Instead she managed to get to her hands and knees and push herself up to a standing position. She slushed out of the creek and to dry land.
“So I guess we should pack up and get us home where we can get some dry clothes on, right?” Martina said.
“That’s up to you. We can take off our wet outer clothes and let them dry if you want. We can make a fire and cook our trout here. That’ll keep us warm.”
“Let’s do that,” Martina said. “Let’s have a true adventure.”
Tommy stripped out of her jeans and laid them over a log. Martina took her pants off and did the same. Tommy was wet. There was no denying it. She was wet, and it had nothing to do with falling in the creek. She wondered if Martina realized she was playing with fire. She wondered if she cared.
Tommy started a fire, then cleaned the fish. She fried it and tried to focus on eating as she sat there, half-naked with Martina.
“That was delicious,” Martina said. “Thank you.”
“I don’t know if I’ve had enough. I’d like to fish some more.”
“Well, I don’t really want to get out there in my underwear and I know our clothes aren’t dry yet.”
“True. So what should we do?” Tommy knew what she wanted to do, but wanted to make sure Martina was on the same page.
“I want to lay down and enjoy this beautiful day.”
“That sounds wonderful.” Tommy laid on the pine needles, wiggling until she made it soft and warm. She was surprised when Martina snuggled right up against her.
“This is cozy,” Tommy said.
“It’s nice.” Martina moved closer yet. “Am I crowding you?”
“No, not if this is really what you want.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you want to be this close, I’m fine. If it’s accidental, then yes, you’re crowding me.”
“I don’t understand.” Martina started to move away.
Tommy grabbed her and pulled her back, harder than she’d intended, and Martina ended up on top of her. Tommy swallowed hard. The feel of Martina’s soft breasts pressed into her made her brain short-circuit. She wrapped a leg around Martina’s, pulling her closer.
Martina’s eyes darkened. Tommy stared into them, questioning her. She knew her own desire must show in her eyes and she needed to know what Martina wanted.
“You may as well kiss me,” Martina said.
Tommy laughed, as much from nerves as in response to Martina’s statement.
“I may as well?”
“I thought it sounded better than begging you to.”
“You never have to beg.” She put her hand behind Martina’s head and guided her down until their mouths met. Martina’s mouth was soft and pliable. It molded perfectly to Tommy’s. Tommy’s heart pounded as she ran her tongue over Martina’s lips. When Martina opened her mouth for her and their tongues met, Tommy rolled over on top of her. She drew her knee up to press it into Martina and felt the warmth emanating from within. Martina closed her legs around Tommy’s leg, and she rubbed against her.
Tommy opened her mouth wide and plunged her tongue into Martina’s mouth. She was frantic with need. She had to have her. She moved her hand down her back to cup her small, firm ass. Martina’s body was so petite. Everything about her called to Tommy, challenged her to be gentle as she claimed every inch of her
.
She peeled off Martina’s damp panties and tossed them over by her pants. She brought her hand around front and ran her fingers between her legs. She found Martina wet and ready.
“Oh, Martina. You feel amazing.”
“Do me, Tommy. I want you to fuck me.”
“I will, baby. Don’t you worry about that.”
Martina spread her legs wider and Tommy dipped her fingers inside her. She stroked the soft area that she found there. She kissed her passionately as she moved her fingers in and out, and soon Martina let out a cry that echoed through the woods. But Tommy wasn’t through. Martina had come too soon for her. She withdrew her fingers and licked them clean, then kissed Martina hard on the mouth, sharing her flavor with her.
“You’re delicious,” Tommy said.
“I am.”
Tommy put her hand on Martina’s clit. It was small but hard, and Tommy knew it was ripe for the taking. She rubbed it lightly.
“Oh, Tommy, yes,” Martina said.
“You like that? That feels good?”
“Hell yes. Don’t stop.”
Tommy kissed her again and continued to move her fingers over her clit. Martina broke the kiss to scream again as she reached another climax.
Tommy was sopping wet by this time. She needed to feel Martina’s small fingers playing over her. She rolled onto her back and squirmed out of her underwear.
“Please, Martina. I need you.”
Martina lifted Tommy’s undershirt, exposing her small breasts to the elements. The breeze added to her excitement and her nipples could cut glass. When she felt Martina’s warm breath on one, she almost cried out. Martina’s tongue swirled around the tip of it, sending electrical currents to Tommy’s clit.
Martina let go of Tommy’s nipple and it felt cold and wet. Martina kissed down her belly until she was kneeling across her body. She lowered her head and licked the length of her.
“Oh yeah. That’s it,” Tommy said.
Martina was working at a slow, steady pace, taking Tommy higher with everything she did. Tommy lay there enjoying it until she realized the position Martina was in. She was completely exposed to her.
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