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“Come undone for me baby,” I whisper into her ear and watch as she bounces, fucking my hand, and she moans my name for me. Never has hearing anything sounded quite so good.
“Oh fuck,” she mumbles as I pull my hand away.
I clench my thighs together as she slides next to me, throwing her legs on mine under the water. I can tell she needs a moment to catch her breath so I trail my fingers across her arm and watch as even the most simple, innocent of touches drives her wild. I should stop, give her a second to breathe, but the teasing is too much fun. I love watching her give up control to me, it is something I hope I’ll get to see again.
“Mmm, your turn. Sit up on the edge,” she instructs. “And drop those panties.”
“I’m pretty sure my boy shorts aren’t qualified as panties.” I chuckle but listen and drop them to the side of the hot tub, leaning on the edge, outside the water. The cool air hits my pussy for only a second until Carrie’s mouth is on it. Her warm tongue is finding its way through my folds, sucking and licking every last drop of my juices.
“Mmm,” she mumbles against me, and I buck my core into her face.
“Oh!” I call out. She is magical with her tongue, I want to give her my house and Axel if she promises to keep doing that. Fuck, I am becoming pussy whipped by a woman I barely know. But right now, I don’t care. She sucks on my clit, nibbling gently, and I gasp.
She hums against me and drags her fingers slowly up my core. Her tongue on my clit and a finger sliding inside me, I need the release more desperately than I realized. Something about being with Carrie lets me let go. I don’t have to hold back in any way with her. I don’t know why it is so simple and easy being with her, but I’m not going to let myself overthink it. I am going to stay in the moment and enjoy her tongue on me and how good her body feels pressed to mine.
SEVEN
CARRIE
As soon as we finish in the hot tub, it is clear I either need a nap or to write. Since Chris is still outside working, I decide to take out my laptop and write a bit. I take out the fall candle from my suitcase I bring for times like this and my lucky lighter. I make myself a hot coffee in her Keurig machine and then find a cozy spot on the couch. I pull a blanket over my legs and start typing away on the computer. I was going to work on my manuscript, but a new story starts calling my name, and I can’t quite get it to stop. It is like that sometimes, where I am supposed to be working on one story but then another story will start talking to me and I can’t work until I listen to that voice. That’s what it is like for me today.
I can hear the chopping of wood from Chris outside and Axel is sitting on the floor next to me sleeping. Her soft pants sounding like a melody in the background. I type away on my computer, hundreds of words suddenly flowing from my fingertips at once. I stop to sip my coffee and read back some of what I wrote. It’s only hitting me where the inspiration is coming from. A lumberjack main character and a city girl falling in love after meeting at the lumberjack’s cabin. The irony isn’t lost on me, but this thing between Chris and I isn’t love. No, we are fooling around with a little fling, but that’s all it is.
I keep writing, the story easily flowing more than my manuscript. I don’t know what I’ll do with this, but it can at least stay on my computer as a passion project. It’s almost dark by the time Chris comes in and knocks the focus out of me.
“I’m sorry, were you working?” she asks.
“I was, but it’s about time I finish anyway.” I smile, shutting my laptop.
“Perfect, I was about to put on a campfire and make some dinner. Would you care to join me?”
“I’d love to.” I nod. I blow out my candle, carry my computer to my suitcase, and decide to change clothes. I am a little underdressed for a campfire so I grab a pair of jeans and a loose sweatshirt. It is chilly out after all, even without the rain today.
Chris is in the kitchen grabbing ingredients so I take Axel outside with me. “Do you have to go pee?” I take her around the side of the house and she pees then jumps near the fire pit.
Chris comes outside with food and long skewers, places it down on one of the logs near the fire pit, and then heads over to grab some logs for the fire.
“Do you need any help?”
“Nope, just sit your cute ass on the log and relax.” She winks. Walking back and forth between holding the heavy logs is probably too much for me anyway. I am built for yoga and Pilates, not hard manual labor. So I take a seat like she says, and Axel joins me at my feet.
“Okay, I’m going to light the fire,” she says, throwing something on it and then after rearranging the logs, she lights it with a long lighter. It goes up in flames within minutes, and the roaring heat warms us up.
“I thought we’d make s’mores and hot dogs,” she says with a shrug.
“Okay.” I nod. “I can’t remember the last time I had a s’more,” I admit.
“What?” Chris looks baffled.
“It’s been at least ten years,” I explain.
“That’s way too long. Promise me you’ll have one tonight.”
“I promise.” I smile.
“Here.” Chris places a hot dog on a stick and hands it to me, but the brush of our hands together causes me to drop it into the dirt.
“Fuck,” I mumble. I try to pick it up, but Axel gets to it first, munching on it.
