by Marian Stack
After a few seconds of silent staring Blair bluntly stated, “Well it’s not like we have something else to do.” Blair moved her hands to unbutton the top button of the only article of clothing Turtle was wearing, her father’s large flannel shirt.
“Do you enjoy sex?” Blair forcefully asked expecting an immediate answer, as she unbuttoned another.
Pushing out a half laugh Turtle responded with a strong yes.
“And do you enjoy having sex with a woman?” She continued her line of questioning offering a small glimpse as to what her real profession is.
Turtle repeated her first reaction. “Yes.”
Now standing as close as two human bodies can Blair asked her last question, “Do you want to have sex with me?” She inquired as she open the flannel shirt exposing Turtle’s breasts and noticeable strong slightly rounded belly.
Again Turtle repeated her first reaction, but instead chose to react with a physical response which included moving her hands around Blair’s elegant frame and cradled her small but firm naked buttocks in her strong hands.
And with that direct action the game was on, as both women began to discover and explore the bodies of each other.
It became very clear from the start that Blair was going to be the aggressor as she moved in for the long awaited deep kiss of a butch girl. She couldn’t seem to help herself and drove her tongue into Turtle’s mouth as if trying to locate something she had never tasted before. Enjoying her role she also began to touch and fondle Turtle’s breast as if they were her very first.
As the pot took a firm hold on her senses Blair began to enjoy and respond to the virginal love making with one of her least favourite versions of a lesbian woman, again falling over semantics, never imagining the sweet taste of sex would offer such gratifying stimulation.
Without either woman moving from their starting position they touched, caressed, felt and took each other, pushing each other’s bodies into an overly charged sense of larger-than-life orgasms.
As Blair’s orgasm tore through her body, her hands held onto Turtle’s breast with electric pulsating pressure.
As Turtle’s orgasm tore through her body she kept her hand firmly stroking Blair’s clitoris, as her sweet love essence moistened and dripped onto Turtles’ hand.
Attempting to gain a morsel of control Blair looked into Turtle’s eyes, “Holy fuck. I’m absolutely embarrassed to say but that was my best orgasm… ever. What the fuck! I think I’m going to make love…oops sorry…have sex this way, well at the very least add it to my list of enjoyable positions. This standing shit was fun.” She announced and then performed a peculiar reaction to their indiscretion as she took several steps backwards and then strangely looked around the cave as if she had just arrived.
“So where do we sleep?” Her question flaunted an arrogant Alzheimer’s memory moment, as she plainly walked over to inspect the wolf pup, literally displaying a complete indifference regarding the past thirty-four minutes of unadulterated raw passion.
Feeling completely used Turtle struggled to respond and could only seem to mumble out…”ahhh, what?” as she collected her dignity and her shirt from the earth floor.
Then as she began to refasten her shirt she inadequately attempted to answer her guest question regarding sleeping arrangements that Turtle only now realized she had not mentioned before.
“Yes, Miss Foster it was unfriendly of me not to have mentioned this before. I guess with all the goings-on, with the wolf pup and everything I had totally forgotten my responsibility towards you as a guest of my rafting company. I seem to have gotten lost in all the resent events. But I’m back to being fully committed to your safe return. As for our sleeping arrangements again thanks to my father and his genius, we will be sleeping in slightly suspended hammocks that should be…” as she announced her apology she had turned and walked over to the treasure bin and produced two beautiful woven hammocks. “Yes… here they are.” She completed her show and tell, by hooking the end points onto secured wall hooks that defiantly appeared to be well used yet extremely secure.
“Now as for a blanket you are welcome to the only one we have.” Turtle had reached for the blanket giving it a fast whipping shake and then offered the less than sanitary covering to her guest, which she did not accept at first.
“And what will you use…tree branches?” Blair’s voice reeked of sarcasm.
“Again Miss Foster, I did not mean to upset you. I’m very comfortable sleeping in this cave and will enjoy the natural heat from both the fire and the hot pool water that remains at a constant temperature that keeps this cave warm and cozy.” And after a slight pause. “You also don’t have to worry about any wild animals attempting to enter because of the lingering smoke that is filtered out a natural vent in the mountain side and of course the smell of fire is always a good deterrent. You will be completely safe in here so you can sleep soundly. We will discuss our exit strategy in the morning, or when you decide to rise, providing the weather changes in our favour.” All the while Turtle was apologizing she had rescued the blanket from the wolf pup, which she appeared to no longer need and placed it on the hammock that her guest would be resting in.
Feeling that she had completed all the sleeping chores, Turtle snuggled in her separate sleeping hammock that was purposely situated closest to the entrance, enjoying the memories that this very spot was always her father’s sleeping place, and then she allowed that familiarity of the hammock to lighten the sting from the after taste of the virginal sex. Pleased that she was still in the grasp of the euphoria of the marijuana she emptied her mind and fell into a sound restful sleep.
After a few awkward attempts to position her body in the hammock, Blair quickly noticed the strong steady sound of a person in full sleep and was a little shocked after what had just transpired that her guide could just fall fast asleep.
She was so angry with herself for being such an ass, that she could not stay in full disguise of her deceptive game that she found it difficult to fall asleep and was equally angry that she could not enjoy the effects of the tea, and because of the opposite reaction to the most enjoyable carnal intercourse she ever had the pleasure of enjoying, she began to silently freak out about her enjoyable love making with a girl not of her choosing, or at the very least it was what she believed. Not her type…never a butch.
Then suddenly her mind screamed, “Get a hold of yourself, girl. Remember this is your game and you can determine what will happen. And don’t forget you will be going home soon and back to your life. And then you will inform your brother that he is full of shit. And that this effing trip will not stop her from getting married to the person of her choosing and not his. Now snap the F out of this. And get some rest. Remember you are still in a cave and lost in the wilderness.”
Completely spent from all of the day’s events, she attempted to roll over on her side and then realized she could not, and that her only sleeping position was on her back, her least favourite position. “Just another reason,” she spoke aloud, then closed her tired eyes and started her nightly meditation chat that would always allow her to fall asleep regardless of her location or stress level.
Sunrise
As Turtle began to awaken from her sound sleep, she hesitated to quickly remove herself from the hammock to being this day of more unknown events. The reason for the delayed start could be heard, she imagined, throughout the mountain. As she remained perfectly motionless in the hammock she listened to the thunderous sounds of the storm that was raging outside the cave, put her mind into business mode and then began to strategize how she was going to get this guest to safety, in this never before seen weather disaster. Then after hearing another loud clap of thunder, she had enough of her discouraging thinking and easily removed her agile self out of the hammock with one easy movement.
“Okay kiddo, it’s time to put your dancing shoes on and get moving to creating a plan B.” Turtle allowed her encouraging message to be spoken aloud not caring if her guest r
egarded talking aloud as a sign of backwoods crazy.
Her first mission was to reignite the fire to its full brightness and warmth and then inspect the health status of her wolf pup.
With the fire in a safe and comfortable burn, she walked over to take a look in on her patient and discovered that not only had the young pup survived the night, as she lifted her head to confirm she was not prey, not to mention she also offered to her new world her adorable pitiful low growl.
“That’s okay my little fighter, growl all you want, but I’m still going to feed you.” She laughed as she moved her hand to secure the pups head in an attempt to finger feed her again. And much to the delight of her caregiver the little fighter latched onto her baby finger with much more strength and awareness. “I knew or hoped that once you were no longer thirsty your appetite would return:” Turtle gleefully stated as she dipped her finger into the mushy gruel again.
“What a peaceful way to begin one’s day.” She whispered to the pup as she dipped her finger into the last remaining remnants of the mixture.
As she remained close to the pup watching it move and stretch and settle after the hard work of growling and eating, her memory went back to her younger years when her father would care for small pups just like this. She thought about her father and his wandering mountainous ways and how often he would venture off into the wilds of this mountain region for weeks at a time leaving his wife alone with a small child and a struggling business to attend to.
As she continued to daydream about her father’s past she suddenly remembered about the cabin he had taken her to and its location. With everything that was going on she had forgotten about the hunter’s cabin her father would go to when he would fall into his depressive states. She could only really remember it happening about a couple dozen times that he needed to go off and regroup but thinking back she knew that those extended departures, along with living in the wilderness was the main cause for her parents split. She knew it was never for a lack of love, but a difference in preferred life styles.
“Look she’s trying to get out of the barrier you set up for her. That’s amazing. Why won’t you just pick her up and cradle her. She’s very cute and cuddly. May I?” Blair asked as she reached over to gather up the wolf in her arms, without really waiting for permission.
“No you may not.” Turtle stopped Blair’s reaching hands. “She is a wild wolf and needs to remain that way. Even this contact is too much. And this always seems to be the problem, the balance of care and protection of nature.”
After a long silent pause, “Yes, of course you are right. I’m sorry, just waking up, terrible sleep. Resting in a hammock in the hot sun on a sandy beach is one thing, but trying to sleep in one for an extended period of time is another. My back is killing me.” As she stood to leave the feeding station she did not attempt to hide her back pain discomfort, as she groaned and pressed her hands on her lower back attempting to offer support as she leaned backwards.
“I think a hot bath is required. Excuse me.” And with a swift movement of her hands she removed her sweatshirt then purposely stood completely naked offering the perfect view of her back and buttocks and then stepped into the hot pool.
Shortly after feeding the pup and ensuring that it was safe and resting Turtle decided to join her guest for a bath.
Once settled into the water, and after a long uncomfortable silence, mostly from Turtles’ side she began the necessary conversation regarding their situation and possible next steps to get them closer to home base. She intentionally decided to talk about what she knew rather than what she did not, which included the sex and the after unnerving moments from the night before.
“Miss Foster, as I’m sure you are fully aware of, is our situation.” She paused for a second anticipating a smart ass response but hearing only the strong noise from the storm outside, she decided to continue. “We remain extremely safe in this cave but our time here should only be for resting. Now with the storm raging outside to leave this safety would be foolish. Do you agree?”
With all rudeness aside, Blair answers with a decisive, “yes.”
“Now getting to the main cabin and my home will take an enormous amount of luck and team work on both our part to get us both there safely, now if we were to travel in a straight directional route… that I no longer believe is stable given the changes to this mountain and surrounding area. So I have another solution that will take longer to accomplish but could possibly be our safest route. This longer route will take us up the mountain not down, however in doing so I also know that there is another hunting cabin that my father would visit from time to time over the years. I have little knowledge if it remains in any condition to find decent shelter in but I know it has been a good strong cabin that my father and his friend build many years ago, so if anything can survive this storm, it’s that cabin. ” She purposely had turned to look directly at her guest, surveying the body language that would eliminate a shorter travelling time to get out of this situation.
“Now Miss Foster, with the outside weather that seems to be building, an immediate answer is not require but I thought that given the circumstances and the many times during this trip that I had neglected to keep you informed as to all that I knew…well this is all that I know.”
After a very long pause and as Blair cups some of the water and allows the liquid to flow down her arm she responded, “If we stay here, do we have a better chance of getting rescued?”
Without hesitation, “No, I strongly believe our best chance of rescue is for us to walk off this mountain on our own.” Turtle did not want to sugar coat this point. She had faith in her abilities and she wanted her guest to believe in them too.
“How long do you think we can stay here?” Blair stood and faced Turtle.
“The storm outside has a better chance of answering that question than I, but a few days I would think. To leave here with rain like that…well you are just asking for trouble.”
“So we have at least a couple of days to play.” Blair made her cave mate immediately understand her confusing statement as she leaned for a sensual kiss.
Leaning away from the kiss Turtle questioned the action.
“Oh don’t worry, I won’t bite…unless you want me too.” Blair reached for Turtle’s head to gain leverage for the kiss.
Again moving away from the aggressive kiss, Turtle leapt from the water and grabbed her shirt from the ground.
“Why are you walking away from me? You did not seem to hate our sexual encounter last night.” Blair spoke as she exited the pool.
“Why do you not want to have sex with me?” Blair questioned.
“Why do you want to have sex with me?” Turtle question with equal hostility.
“Why ask such a dumb question. I love sex. It’s my favourite pastime. So I ask again, why not?” Blair remained standing completely nude only inches away from Turtles’ body.
“Because I don’t like being used and you are definitely using me.” Turtle was surprised with her forthcoming response.
Remaining inches away from Turtles’ body Blair immediately started to cry.
Stunned by her honest words and slight aggression and seeing their negative response Turtle took Blair in her arms to console her guests’ emotional state.
As the two women remain in their comforting embrace Blair jumped at the opportunity to begin her wanting advancement with moving her hand to caress Turtle’s firm breast and then with that not so subtle encroachment the game was full on.
The huge thunderous boom from the storm startled both standing women to the point that they instantly separated and stood staring at each other as if they were just caught in the act by their parents.
It was Turtle that began laughing first then Blair started to hysterically laugh to the point she had bent over for fear she would vomit from the laughter. As they both continued to laugh they could feel the past few days of tension leave their bodies. Blair stood first expelling the last little bit of her hyste
ria and then Turtle stood as well. It was Blair that slowly walked over to Turtle and took her hands and guided her over to the sleeping area. “I’ve never had sex in a hammock.” She then took her new toy by the hand and directed her towards the suspended hammock that Turtle had slept in the night before.
Chapter Seven - Outside World
Carterville Town Hall
“If everyone could just please take their seats we can get this meeting started.” The mayor attempted in vain to get control of the unruly and frightened crowd of townsfolk. “Please everyone. Get control of yourselves.” The mayor then leaned her body over the convention style table looking towards the police chief, gesturing to her that her form of help was required.
Always in tune to her wife’s subtle body movements the chief, without hesitation stood up, took the hand held microphone from its cradle and dragged it across the old wooden table top. The ear piercing sound immediately got everyone’s attention as many either stood perfectly still with their hands clapped over their ears to help dull the sound or bent over with hands pressing against their ears to muffle the sound.
“I can always count on you for the direct approach.” The mayor smiled at her beloved.
“Time is of the essence.” The chief offered a satisfying grin to her beloved of thirty three years.
“Now to get started and to voice the obvious, this mountain took a major blow to all its tributaries. We,” indicating with a nod of her head towards everyone seated at the table, “have been in constant communication with your government representatives and they assure us that they will do whatever is required to get this mountain back on track. But as you can only imagine that task will take many months if not for some areas years. Now…”
“What about rescue? My fiancée is somewhere out there and no one is looking for her. What kind of town is this? She is of great wealth and importance, and…”
