SOMETHING DIFFERENT

By Mavis Applewater

yomavis@email.com

September 2001

Disclaimers: There is sex, lots of sex, between two consenting adult women, neither of which resembles Anne Heche in the slightest. They may however remind you of a certain Warrior Princess and her sexy sidekick. If that doesn't interest you, move on. If it’s illegal for you to view this material, get out now then relocate or grow older before you come back and enjoy.

A Special thank you to my beta reader Joanne.

As Always For Heather

PART ONE

"I'm bored," Gillian complained as she plopped down onto the couch next to her roommate, Kyra. The taller woman just looked at her.

"What would you like me to do about it?" Kyra inquired. Her wicked little mind had instantly conjured up a sexy scenario that would certainly alleviate any sense of boredom from the blonde's day. For a multitude of reasons Kyra quickly brushed these thoughts aside. "Well?" Kyra grumbled as she rolled her eyes.

"Entertain me," Gillian whined as she batted her emerald eyes at her roommate.

"What am I, your own personal amusement park?" Kyra griped as Gillian pouted.

"Yes," Gillian responded enthusiastically. "Come on," she encouraged. "Certainly someone as intelligent as you are can think of something different we can do."

"Suck up," Kyra scoffed. "Why don't you give Lauren a call?" Kyra offered reluctantly. She hated suggesting this since she secretly disliked her roommate's girlfriend. She understood that her dislike stemmed from the fact that she had a crush on Gillian. Even though she was mature enough to admit she was jealous, she still called Lauren 'the beast' whenever Gillian wasn't around. At times she wanted to kick herself for never doing anything about her attraction. In truth, when she had the opportunity she simply wimped out. She told herself that she was reluctant because she didn't want to create an uncomfortable atmosphere between the two of them. Yup, she was just abig dumb wimp. Lost in her self-castigation she missed something Gillian said. Realizing that she had allowed her mind to wander, she turned attention back to the source of her distraction.

"What was that?" she inquired, feeling a little silly that she had allowed her thoughts to drift so far off track.

"You're not even paying attention to me," Gillian complained loudly.

"Must you always be the center of attention?" Kyra questioned her friend whose personality could be overwhelming at times.

"Are you implying that I'm not?" Gillian teased as she plopped her bare feet into her roommate's lap. Gillian then wiggled her toes, which was her not-so-subtle way of informing Kyra that she wanted her feet rubbed. Kyra knew that it wasn't a request; with Gillian it was more of an out and out demand.

"Okay, Princess," Kyra scoffed as she began to massage her friend's tender tootsies. "Now what were you saying?"

"I'm not certain," Gillian admitted as her eyes fluttered shut. Kyra sighed, missing the sight of Gillian's mesmerizing gaze. "Ahh," Gillian moaned in delight as Kyra's strong fingers worked their magic. ". . . right there . . . ," Gillian encouraged.

Kyra trembled slightly from the husky tones Gillian was using. She allowed herself to drink in the sight of her blonde roommate's body lying beside her with her head tilted back and her chest heaving slightly. "Oh yeah, now I remember," Gillian blurted out suddenly as her eyes snapped open. Kyra turned away, embarrassed that she had been ogling her roommate.

"Lauren and I split up," Gillian offered, seemingly unaware of Kyra's discomfort.

"When?" Kyra blurted out, turning to Gillian as her jaw dropped. She quickly snapped her mouth closed, hoping that Gillian was too wrapped up in the foot massage to notice her reaction.

"A couple of months ago," Gillian said with a shrug.

"But . . . but . . . ," Kyra found herself stammering. ‘How could I have missed this? She's still been going out. Why didn't she tell me?’ she asked herself as she shook her head, hoping to clear her befuddled mind. Kyra cleared her throat and tried to look serious. "Are you okay?" she asked. Gillian simply shrugged once again. "So I guess its time for a transition woman then?" Kyra added in an attempt to sound like the concerned friend while internally she was doing a happy dance.

"Please," Gillian scoffed. "I've already run through a couple of them," she added with a lilting tone and a suggestive smirk. "So what about you?"

"What about me?" Kyra choked out.

"Still leading a nun's life?"

"That's none of your business," Kyra snapped.

"That would be a yes." Gillian laughed. "Come to think of it . . . why am I asking you to think of something for us to do? You haven't been outside of this apartment for anything other than work and the gym for months. When’s the last time you went out on a date?"

"Why do you care?" Kyra snarled as she shoved Gillian's feet off of her lap.

"That long, huh?" Gillian noted in a superior tone as she tried to return her feet to their comfortable perch. "No wonder we needed a new shower massage."

"You know, you're right," Kyra responded bitterly as she once again shoved Gillian's feet aside. "Why would you want to hang out with dull old me? I'm certain you can find a playmate." Kyra tried to keep the hurt from showing but, knowing she had failed, she started to stand.

Gillian sprung into action so adeptly that it wasn't until Kyra found herself pinned against the couch that she realized that the blonde had moved. Kyra was stunned as her smaller friend held her down tightly. She found herself captured in a haze of brilliant green. "I want to spend time with you," Gillian asserted in a suddenly serious tone. "Don't put yourself down around me, Kyra. I won't allow it. I'm sorry I teased you. You're not dull; in fact, you are one of the most interesting people I know."

Kyra was breathless as she felt the heat from Gillian's body caressing her own. ‘Don't read anything into this,’ she cautioned herself. "Are you okay?" Gillian asked her quietly. Unable to find her voice, Kyra simply nodded in response. "Good." Gillian smiled at her, still not releasing her hold on the tall brunette. "Now, let's do something. We can do anything you want," Gillian offered earnestly.

"Anything?" Kyra repeated in a sultry tone.

"Anything," Gillian reassured her as she pressed her body slightly into Kyra's.

Kyra’s heart raced as she trembled slightly from the intimate contact of their bodies. Her head was spinning as her thoughts instantly jumped to a delightful possibility. ‘ Perhaps it's time to show Gillian that I'm not the boring old stick in the mud she thinks I am.’ There was something they could do. Something that she was quite certain Gillian would never expect her to do. The shock value alone would be worth the trip. "Okay," Kyra said slowly as an evil glint filled her crystal blue eyes.

A wry smile emerged as she noticed her friend swallow hard. "Now, get off me." Kyra nudged Gillian slightly only to feel her push back. "If you want me to," Gillian taunted. Kyra's face dropped into a bored expression as she stood up and dropped her rambunctious roommate on the floor. Gillian yelped as her backside made contact with the carpeting. "When you’re ready, I'll be downstairs in the car," Kyra said as she stepped over the stunned blonde.

PART TWO

Kyra sat in her jeep, tapping her fingers nervously as she waited for Gillian to join her. She couldn't believe that the blonde had been flirting with her earlier. She nervously reminded herself that it was just Gillian's nature even though she had never done that with Kyra before. In fact Gillian often distanced herself physically from Kyra. Then there was this idea of hers. The moment it popped into her head, it had seemed like a good idea. But now that she had time to think about it . . . perhaps it wasn't such a hot idea. But then again it was innocent enough, just something to do on a lark. It wasn't as if she was going to invite Gillian into the back room. Not that she didn't want to .

Finally Gillian came bouncing over to the jeep and got in. The hour and a half drive out of the state was filled with constant chatter. Granted it was mostly Gillian but that wasn't unusual.

"Are you taking me to the mall?" she inquired.

"No."

"That ice cream place?"

"No."

"To look at the foliage?"

"No."

"Pizza?"

"No."

"Dancing?"

"No."

"Dinner?"

"No."

"A movie?"

"No."

"Coffee?"

"No."

"A drug raid?"

"No."

"A tattoo parlor?"

"No."

"Nipple piercing?"

"No."

"You're not going to tell me are you?" Gillian sighed unhappily.

"No," Kyra responded in the flat tone she had maintained throughout the entire inquisition.

"How about a hint?" Gillian pleaded.

"No."

"Please," Gillian whined and pouted.

"Let's just say it's something different," Kyra answered in a coy tone.

"Well, that was a big help," Gillian snarled sarcastically as her hand found it's way onto Kyra's thigh.

Kyra's eyes widened in surprise as Gillian began to absently run her fingers along the denim-clad thigh. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel as she became slightly aroused. She knew she should say something, or at least remove Gillian's hand. But her mind and body were at odds, finding herself caught between pleasure and torment. Once again she found herself wondering if this trip was such a good idea.

"So what happened with Lauren?" Kyra found herself asking, uncertain as to why.

"She was nice enough," Gillian explained. "But she just wasn't the one. You know?"

"Yeah," Kyra agreed. "You'll find the right one," Kyra reassured her.

"I thought I did once," Gillian admitted as she looked out the window. "But she never seemed to notice me that way and, well, she's a good friend . . ."

"And you don't want to screw that up," Kyra finished for her.

"No, I don't," Gillian answered solemnly.

They fell into a comfortable silence as Kyra continued to drive, fully alert to the fact that Gillian's hand was still tracing a pattern on her thigh. She tried to focus on the road as she reminded herself that someone else had already captured Gillian's heart. ‘ Lucky woman. Too bad she doesn't know. Gillian is truly special,’ she thought, wanting the best for her friend and yet fighting with her feelings of jealousy.

"The circus?" Gillian said, finally breaking the silence.

"No."

"It's coming to town you know," Gillian offered knowingly.

"I know," Kyra responded.

"We should go," Gillian suggested in flat tone.

"Okay," Kyra agreed, feeling slightly confused.

Kyra put on the turn signal and exited the highway. Gillian looked around hopefully in an attempt to figure out their destination.

"You should tell her," Kyra informed her in a worried voice.

"Tell who what?" Gillian asked in confusion.

"This girl," Kyra tried to explain. "The one you have feelings for; you should tell her."

Gillian pulled her hand away suddenly; Kyra instantly missed her touch. "You think?" Gillian asked as her voice drifted off.

"Yeah," Kyra said sadly. "Who knows, maybe she feels the same way." Kyra shrugged, trying to seem disinterested as she parked the jeep. Gillian just remained silent as she stared at the dashboard. She seemed so far away.

"Gillian?" Kyra said softly as she placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She pulled it back when the smaller woman jumped in surprise. Startled green eyes stared up at her. She seemed so sad but there was something else there as well.

"Kyra . . . ," Gillian began with a slight tremble in her voice.

"We're here," Kyra said quickly, trying to explain why she had touched her roommate.

"Oh," Gillian squealed in delight as she looked around in expectation. The building was small and nondescript. "Belle's Treasure Chest?" Gillian read the sign in confusion. "You brought me to a store for pirates?" she quipped.

Kyra laughed loudly while Gillian stared at her in bewilderment. "Well, I think they might have some pirate costumes," Kyra choked out as her laughter continued. "Come on." Kyra nudged her confused friend as she got out of the Jeep. Reluctantly Gillian followed.

PART THREE

Kyra held open the door to the unassuming boutique allowing Gillian to enter first. She kept a careful eye on the blonde, waiting to see her reaction. She held back the giggles that were threatening to overwhelm her. It was more than apparent, based on Gillian’ s confused look, that she had no idea what type of establishment Belle's really was.

Gillian stepped into the elegant shop and looked around, seemingly unaffected. "Oh, it's a clothing store?" Gillian said, slightly confused as she pointed to the leather jackets that were hanging on the wall to right. She investigated a little further, noticing some leather mini-skirts as well. She wandered farther into the shop and her eyes widened in shock.

Kyra bit the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing as Gillian found herself standing beneath a large leather harness. "Is that what I think it is?" Gillian stammered as a full-blown blush emerged across her cherubic features. Her eyes quickly scanned the shop as her jaw dropped. Kyra began to worry that perhaps she had made a serious mistake. Gillian buried her face in her hands. Her body began to shake as a wave of laughter overcame her.

Kyra let out a sigh of relief as the blonde turned to her holding a hand over her mouth. Her features were now a deep shade of crimson. She placed her hand gently on Kyra's chest as she stepped closer to her. Gillian inhaled deeply as she leaned into Kyra. "You brought me to a sex shop?" she whispered happily to Kyra.

"Surprise," Kyra offered with a slight shrug, still feeling a little nervous.

"This is too cool." Gillian giggled slightly. "I've always wanted to know what one of these place was like."

"So you're not offended?" Kyra inquired.

"No." Gillian smiled. "You know, it looks like every other boutique. Well, except for the wall of whips and riding crops. I can't believe you know about this place. What other secrets are you keeping from me, buddy?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Kyra teased her.

"Show me around," Gillian requested. "Tell me, do they have one of those back rooms where you can try things out?" Gillian inquired with a genuine interest.

"No," Kyra lied as she blushed slightly.

"Uh huh," Gillian replied with a look of suspicion.

Gillian took Kyra by the hand and pulled her over to one of the display cases. They wandered around as Gillian asked endless questions. Kyra tried her best to answer the inquiries while trying to maintain her composure. It didn't help that Gillian didn't release her hand during the entire exploration. But Kyra had to smile as she saw how happy Gillian seemed to be.

Gillian gripped Kyra's hand tightly as they approached the glass case at the back of the shop. "I didn't know they came in so many varieties, " she commented thoughtfully as she peered into the case filled with phallus' and vibrators.

"You mean you never . . . ," Kyra paused for a moment while she tried to think of the proper way to phrase her question. " . . . uhm, used a prop?"

"A few times," Gillian confessed matter-of-factly. "But certainly nothing like that," she said as she pointed.

"I don't want to meet the woman that can handle that," Kyra confirmed. "Does that say Black and Decker on the side?" Kyra joked.

"Stop it." Gillian laughed as she swatted Kyra playfully.

"Can I show you something?" the saleswoman purred, successfully interrupting their merriment.

Kyra glared at the tall bleached blonde who she unfortunately knew a little too well. She didn’ t like the way the tall blonde was eyeing Gillian. The little blonde looked her up and down then, with a little shake of her head, she wrapped her arm around Kyra's waist. "I think I have everything I need," Gillian responded brightly.

"Oh," the saleswoman responded as she sneered slightly in Kyra's direction. "Long time no see, Kyra," she droned.

"Jenica," Kyra responded grimly.

"I take the two of you have met?" Gillian whispered into the taller woman's ear. Kyra simply emitted a low growl in response. "So Judy . . ."

"Jenica," the tedious blonde corrected her in a terse tone.

"Whatever," Gillian responded in a bored tone. "Now, if I was interested in, let's say, testing one of these items . . ." Kyra felt her blood rush in a southern direction as Gillian pulled her a little closer. ". . . would that be possible?"

"Of course," Jenica responded in a bewildered tone. "I'm surprised that Kyra didn't mention our trial rooms to you."

"I see," Gillian smirked as she turned towards Kyra with a glare.

"Fancy that," Kyra feigned innocence.

"Show me,"Gillian requested in a husky tone.

Kyra just stared at her in disbelief. Certainly she hadn't heard her correctly? She swallowed hard as she drank in the smoky gaze Gillian aimed her way. "Show me," Gillian repeated in a firm voice. Kyra was only capable of blinking. "Kyra." Gillian spoke her name with such intensity that Kyra knew that she couldn't refuse her anything. She nodded in agreement as she draped her arm around the shapely blonde.

"The last room on the left is open," Jenica huffed as they walked away. "Don't forget to use the condoms and to put all the toys you use in the bin," she called after the retreating pair.

PART FOUR

Kyra found herself standing in a test room at the back of the shop. She had only been there a few times, just enough to know the rules. What she couldn't understand was how she ended up there with Gillian? She just stood there with her hands buried in the back pockets of her faded blue jeans as she watched Gillian. Here was the woman who she secretly carried a torch for, eyeing a table of sex toys.

Now this one I'm familiar with." Gillian smiled as she held up the tiny button-shaped vibrator that you could slip on one finger. "Although they do tend to wear out quickly." Kyra continued to stand there in silence, feeling the intensity that was looming over them. Gillian continued her exploration of the unique items layed out before her. "You're awfully quiet," Gillian said as she kept her back to Kyra.

Kyra suddenly realized that she had been waiting for this moment ever since she first laid eyes on this beautiful young woman. ‘ It's now or never,’ she encouraged herself silently. "Earlier you had said that we could do anything I wanted to do. Did you mean that?"

"Yes," came the husky response. "Would this one be alright?" she asked as she turned and held out a phallus complete with a leather strap.

There was no mistaking the fiery look in her eyes. Kyra’s body ignited with desire. "That requires two to dance," she said finally.

"Will you lead?" Gillian requested as Kyra's gaze drifted to her cleavage. She could see that Gillian's nipples were erect as they pressed against her teal T-shirt.

"When I lead, I lead," Kyra asserted as she stepped closer to Gillian.

"I've already told you that I would do anything you want," Gillian reassured her. "For today at least," she added wryly.

"Why now?" Kyra asked as Gillian closed the gap between them.

"I'm just following your advice," Gillian explained. "You said that I should tell her . . . that I should tell you . I doubt that I’ ll ever be in this position again. If I'm wrong then I apologize and we can leave right now."

"You're not wrong," Kyra responded with a smile as she leaned down to brush her lips against Gillian's.

Gillian wrapped her arms around the taller woman and ran her tongue along Kyra's bottom lip. Kyra eagerly parted her lips and invited her in for exploration. Her mind cast aside all doubts and worries as she moaned into the passionate kiss. Her hands roamed down Gillian's back, feeling as much of the woman's firm body as she could. Soon their tongues were dancing together as their bodies melted into each other.

Finally the need to breathe overtook them. They found themselves gasping as they ended the kiss. Kyra's chest heaved as she ran her fingers through Gillian's short blonde locks. "Shall we dance?" Kyra whispered hotly in Gillian's ear as her fingers teased already erect nipples.

"Yes," Gillian growled.

"Take off your shirt. I want to see you," Kyra requested as she stepped back slightly. Gillian smiled seductively before she pulled her shirt over her head. Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her black satin bra and allowed it to drop onto the white tiled floor.

Kyra inhaled sharply as she drank in the sight of Gillian's half naked body. She stepped closer to the petite woman. She cupped one of Gillian's breasts gently with one hand as she took the phallus from her with the other. "So beautiful," she said softly as she lowered her head. Her tongue circled one nipple playfully before suckling it gently. She teased it slightly with her teeth and tongue before casting her attention on the other nipple.

Her clit throbbed as Gillian's body arched into hers. As she continued to tease Gillian's breasts, her hand slid down a firm abdomen. She played with the waistband of Gillian's blue jeans before she unbuttoned them and slowly lowered the zipper. She thrived on Gillian's passionate gasps as small hands cupped Kyra's backside. She began to kiss her way down Gillian's body leaving a trail of goose bumps.

Kyra was greeted by a whimper as she ceased her movements and stood before Gillian. She kissed Gillian sweetly. Smiling gently, she carefully backed Gillian against the wall. With her free hand she clasped one of Gillian's smaller hands and removed it from her ass. They found themselves locked in an intense stare as Kyra guided Gillian's hand into her own pants.

They both gasped as Gillian's wetness greeted their fingers. Kyra’s hand still covered Gillian's as she guided her fingers between swollen lips. Together they began to stroke Gillian's clit. Kyra’s senses were filled with Gillian's arousal as Gillian's hips began to sway rhythmically. "Don't stop," Kyra said as she removed her hand and stepped away. She watched as Gillian continued to pleasure herself; neither broke eye contact.

Kyra walked over to the table in the center of the room and retrieved a condom from the bowl on the table. "Take off the rest of your clothes. I want to see all of you," she informed Gillian, smiling as she followed her lead. Gillian's chest was heaving as she leaned back against the wall and continued to touch herself.

Kyra approached Gillian and clasped her wrist gently. Bringing Gillian's fingers up, she inhaled the musky scent that was Gillian. She took the glistening digits into her mouth and slowly licked them clean. Gillian trembled, mesmerized by Kyra's actions.

When she finished, Kyra found herself trembling as she handed Gillian the phallus and the condom packet. Slowly she undid her own jeans and lowered them to her ankles. Then she repeated her actions with her white cotton Ralph Lauren panties. She could see the effect the slow torture was having on the blonde. She leaned in and kissed Gillian again. Meaning only to offer a gentle reassuring kiss, she found herself locked in a passionate embrace as small hands ran up under her T-shirt. The garment was soon lifted off her body as she struggled to hold on to the phallus.

Gillian eagerly captured one of Kyra's nipples in her mouth. Kyra pulled away and was greeted by another pleading whimper. "You don't follow very well," Kyra teased as she strapped on the phallus.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Gillian pled.

"No," Kyra answered with a throaty laugh. "Put it on," Kyra instructed her as she tapped the condom packet.

"I'm not very familiar with these," Gillian confessed shyly as she opened the packet.

Gillian fumbled slightly but somehow managed to get the condom snugly on the phallus. Kyra grasped the toy firmly as she parted Gillian's thighs with her knee. She held Gillian's fiery gaze as she teasingly slipped the phallus between Gillian's legs, coating it with her wetness.

They clung to one another as their bodies pressed together; eager kisses fueled them on. Kyra continued to tease Gillian's clit with the shaft of the phallus. "Please," Gillian begged as her hips thrust, her hands roughly pressing into Kyra's backside. Kyra knew that neither could hold back much longer. She needed to love this woman now.

Kyra teased Gillian's opening with the tip of the phallus. A sheen of sweat covered their bodies as Gillian wrapped her legs around Kyra's waist. Kyra couldn't hold back any longer as she pressed Gillian's body against the wall to help maintain her hold on the woman.

She entered Gillian with the phallus; all thoughts of taking things slowly quickly flew out of her mind. Their passion was overwhelming. Their hips ground together wildly as Kyra rocked the phallus in and out of Gillian; both women were groaning whispered words of passion.

Kyra held on as she felt Gillian’s thighs tremble. Knowing that they were both near the edge, she increased her pace. Gillian gripped her tighter; her head fell back as she screamed Kyra's name. Kyra continued in her wild thrusts until she too fell over the edge. She stilled her movements and the two women remained in place as they tried to steady their breathing.

They trembled from the after shocks until their breathing and heart rates returned to a normal pace. Slowly Kyra removed the phallus but continued to hold Gillian in her arms. "I adore you," she said honestly as she kissed Gillian on the cheek.

There was a sharp knock on the outer door. "Time's up ladies," Jenica's voice bellowed from the other side.

"I don't like her," Gillian groaned.

Kyra chuckled lightly as she lowered Gillian to the floor. Then she removed the phallus, threw the condom in the trash, and deposited the sex toy in the appropriate bin. The two women dressed in an awkward silence. As they stepped back into the main shop area, Kyra took Gillian's hand. Gillian stopped walking and placed her hand gently on Kyra's chest. "I'll meet you outside," she said quietly.

Kyra simply nodded and left Gillian in the shop. For the second time that day she found herself waiting nervously for Gillian. Once again she was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, wondering if she had made a mistake. ‘ Was it too much? The encounter was definitely hot but that's not all I want from her,’ she found herself reasoning.

Her thoughts were broken as Gillian climbed into the Jeep. "Sorry about that. I needed to take care of something," Gillian explained. Kyra simply nodded. Neither woman could look at the other.

"Gillian . . . ," Kyra began slowly as she finally turned to her companion. " . . . that was . . . really incredible . . . but . . . I don't know how to say this . . . I don't want just that."

"Good," Gillian let out a relieved breath. "Kyra, I've had feelings for you for so long. Don't get me wrong. The dance was certainly hot but I don't just want your body. I want to go to dinner with you. I want hang out with you on Sunday mornings stealing the newspaper from you like we do now, but I want to steal kisses too."

"I want that too." Kyra found herself smiling like an idiot. "That and more, so much more. I want to make love to you slowly, gently."

Gillian leaned over and wrapped her arms around Kyra. "I love you. I've been in love with you probably since we met."

"I love you too," Kyra responded sincerely as she kissed the top of Gillian's head.

They pulled apart and just sat there smiling at each other.

"So, what did you need to do while I was sitting out here having a panic attack?" Kyra asked finally.

"Oh well, let's just say I got a surprise for you," Gillian explained with lustful smirk. "That and I needed to have a word with our friendly salesgirl. Let's just say I don't like to share."

"Good, neither do I." Kyra smiled brightly. "Let's go home."

"I like the sound of that," Gillian agreed. "You were right you know."

"What about?" Kyra asked as she started the Jeep.

"This little trip was certainly something different." Gillian laughed.

THE END

Summer Sunset

By Mavis Applewater

July 2003

Disclaimers: The characters and story are the sole possession of the author and may not be reproduced, posted or sold without the author’s permission. If for any reason you do not wish to read graphic descriptions of two consenting adult women in a sexual situation then do not read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material then do me a huge favor and leave and don’t come back until it is no longer a crime.

A very special thank you goes out to my beta reader, Mary.

As always this is for Heather.

The Present

Dakota Mills looked out over the now muddy waters of Shawsheen Lake at the construction site that was clouding the once forest covered landscape. She brushed back her long, dark hair as the frown she was sporting grew deeper. She watched as one of the last vestiges of her youth was literally mowed down, falling to the same fate as the drive-in her parents took her to, and the hospital she had been born in. Camp Pembroke was disappearing and a row of tacky condominiums would spring up in its place.

Dakota sighed as she watched the trees falling beneath the heavy construction vehicles. She hadn’t planned on traveling up north that day. But when she had heard about the construction project it nagged at her all day long. As she sat in bumper to bumper traffic the news continued to gnaw at her until she found herself getting off at the first exit she could reach and reversing direction.

Now she was leaning against her SUV watching the memories of her youth vanish. Dakota had spent two weeks out of every summer at the all girls’ camp from the time she was ten until she was sixteen. At sixteen she became a counselor in training, or a CIT, and worked at the camp for the entire summer. Each year she was assigned to the Blue Jays side of the camp which inevitably would end up in a competition with the Robins side of the camp. Although the Camp Director, Minnie, always frowned upon the competition each year pranks would be played and the girls and counselors from both sides would fight tooth and nail to ensure that their team would win any and all competitions.

Dakota laughed as she recalled how many of the pranks she and her fellow campers would play on one another. They were silly, but still everyone felt a need to participate. The last year Dakota worked at the camp she was finally eighteen and a full fledged counselor the only difference that year was that she was assigned to The Robins. And her cabin mate was none other than Bubbles her arch nemesis for the past eight years. Bubbles whose real name was Bianca Baylor, was a small girl with golden, blonde hair and she was a Robin from day one. Just as Dakota had been a Blue Jay for the past eight years.

They had never been friends until the summer when they had finally crossed the bridge and were now the adults, and expected to set a good example for their young charges. Dakota chuckled as she recalled how upset she was that she would be bunking with the enemy. Yet, once her small modicum of maturity kicked in, she accepted her fate and her cabin assignment. She would never forget the look on Bubbles’ face when she stormed into the cabin.

Fifteen Years Earlier

"Kodi?" Bubbles sputtered out Dakota’s camp name. "My, isn’t this interesting."

"Laugh it up," Dakota cautioned the stunned blonde. "Minnie could have decided to do this the other way. She thinks it will be good for morale."

"Uh huh," Bubbles chuckled before offering her hand to the taller girl. "It does make sense since you teach archery and the range is closer to this side of the camp."

Dakota felt a strange sense of warmth when she accepted Bubbles’ offer and shook her hand. "It is going to feel a little strange," She commented as she reluctantly released Bubbles’ hand. "Trying to curb the pranks instead of plotting them."

"I know sucks some of the fun out of it," Bubbles agreed as she helped Dakota with her limited baggage. "But it is twice the pay from last year and on our down time we get to work on our tans, ride horses and go swimming. Most of my friends back home are wearing a paper hat and flipping burgers."

"Mine too," Dakota laughed. "They couldn’t understand why I wanted to work here after I was too old to be a camper. After they saw my tan last summer you’d think they’d get it. I don’t know why they are too wrapped up in their boyfriends to want to spend the summer apart from them. I love this place."

"Me too," Bubbles sighed in agreement as she stretched out onto her cot. "I’m going to miss it after this summer."

"Not coming back next year?" Dakota asked as a wave of sadness washed over her. She hated that the friends she made at camp simply vanished from her life.

"I can’t," Bubbles grumbled. "I’m going to Berkley."

"And by Berkley you don’t mean the school of music in Boston," Dakota frowned.

"No," Bubbles responded with the goofy smile that had earned her nickname eight years ago. "California. My parents tried to convince me to stay home this summer since I’m going to be rushed to make it out to the West Coast on time. But I just had to spend one more summer up here."

"I understand," Dakota offered sincerely.

"So, what about you Kodi?" Bubbles offered in an effort to lighten the suddenly sullen mood. "What College are you going to?"

"Amherst," Dakota beamed. "I guess I’ll be back next summer. So Bubbles tell me something?"

"Yes?" The blonde drew out curiously.

"It was you, wasn’t it? The one that glued my arrows together last year?" Dakota asked as she loomed over the smaller girl’s bunk.

"Who, me?" Bubbles feigned innocence. "Speaking of glue was it you who glued all of the lids shut in the Robins latrine three years ago."

"I have no idea what you are referring to," Dakota lied in a dry tone.

"I thought so," Bubbles laughed as the meeting bell rang calling them to their first meeting of the summer.

A few nights later after the group camp fire Dakota and Bubbles were giggling in their cabin. It was the last night they could be really silly until the session break. The campers would be arriving bright and early. "So what exactly do you do as assistant arts and crafts director?" Dakota asked her giggling cabin mate since both of them were far too wired to go to sleep.

"Keep track of the supplies, help out Bunny the director, and make sure no one eats paste," Bubbles informed her.

"That a big problem is it? Paste abuse?" Dakota teased Bubbles.

"Hey my kids might get me a little sticky, but at least I don’t have to worry about one of the little darlings shooting me," Bubbles taunted her as she tossed her pillow at the unsuspecting Dakota.

"Mmmf," Dakota grunted as the pillow struck her in the face. She tore the pillow from her face and rushed across the cabin. She tackled Bubbles who was trying to make a break for it. "I’ll give you sticky," Dakota threatened as she knocked the blonde down onto her bunk and began tickling her. Bubbles laughed hysterically as she squirmed beneath Dakota’s touch.

Dakota straddled the smaller woman in an effort to prevent Bubbles from escaping. The smaller girl struggled furiously as Dakota tightened her thighs around the blonde’s wriggling body. Dakota jerked her head up and stilled her wandering fingers as she felt a jolt of warmth surge through her body. She felt her chest constrict as Bubbles’ body arched beneath her. She gazed down at the smiling girl whose blue eyes were twinkling up at her with a mischievous gleam.

There was something positively wicked in the grin that Bubbles was sporting that made Dakota’s heart skip a beat. The brunette swallowed hard as Bubbles hips arched once again, this time in a slow deliberate manner. She released a tiny squeak when she felt Bubbles’ fingers caressing her thighs. ‘I can’t do this again,’ her mind screamed as she relaxed her thighs and climbed off of the smaller girl’s body.

She began gnawing on her bottom lip as she stumbled through the darkness back over to her own bunk. "Hey?" Bubbles called out to her oblivious to the emotions she had just evoked.

"Big day tomorrow," Dakota managed to stammer out as she cocooned her trembling body in her sleeping bag. "Good night Bubbles," She tossed out as she picked at the nylon cover of her sleeping bag.

"Yeah," Bubbles grunted in response. "Good night Kodi."

Dakota didn’t want the fun they were having to end, she was just unprepared for the way her body was betraying her. It wasn’t the first time she had experienced the strange tingling sensations when she was close to another girl. When her body would quiver and the butterflies would begin to stir in her stomach she felt an overwhelming sense of shame. She didn’t understand what was happening to her, and the only thing she could do in response was to distance her self from temptation.

She listened to Bubbles’ heavy sighs as each of them tried to get some sleep. Dakota felt the single tear running down her cheek as she tried to mask the pain she had been fighting for so long. "Do you like your camp nick name?" Bubbles suddenly inquired nonchalantly.

"Huh?" Dakota responded quizzically as she discreetly brushed the errant tear from her face.

"It’s just that if I had known I would be stuck with Bubbles for the rest of my days I really would have insisted on something else," Bubbles asserted. "I mean it was just dandy when I was ten, now it is a little embarrassing."

Dakota laughed heartily suddenly feeling much better. "I can see your point," Dakota laughed. "So Bianca what would you like to be called?"

"Ugh," Bubbles grumbled once again. "What were my parents thinking? Nothing I can do about it now, I just wish I had a cooler nickname. I mean yours’ rocks. What is your real name again?"

"Dakota," The brunette reluctantly admitted.

"Oh so not fair," Bubbles whined. "Even your real name is cool."

"I never really thought about it," Dakota confessed. In fact she always thought it was a little odd that her father named her after an old John Wayne movie. "Dad named me after an old John Wayne movie; I suppose it could have been worse. He could have named me, Stage Coach."

"Or Green Beret," Bubbles laughed. "I take it he is a fan?"

"To say the least," Dakota cringed at her father’s obsession with the actor. "So why Bianca?"

"Family name," Bubbles sighed. "Some great aunt that was long dead before I was even thought of. All through High School everyone called me Binaca."

"Maybe they thought your breath was sweet," Dakota snickered.

"Oh yes I’m sure that is it," Bubbles snidely retorted as Dakota continued to snicker.

*****

The following day Dakota was exhausted from her duties of showing the new campers around and keeping a watchful eye on everyone. Lunch had been a crash course in controlled mayhem. Thankfully Bubbles was never far away and could jump in and help. Orientation at the archery range was always an exercise of patience. She fully understood how each and every girl simply wanted to start shooting off arrows. Most were disappointed when they realized the first day would be a safety lesson and stringing a bow was not as easy as it looked.

Dinner was much more subdued as the youngsters began to tire themselves out. "We’re off until the campfire," Bubbles brightly announced as they left the dinning hall. "Dusty and Sunshine are chaperoning until then. Want to take a walk up to the old stables?"

"Yes," Dakota eagerly agreed as she followed her cabin mate up the well worn trail away from the main compound. "Finally some peace and quiet," She purred as she became lost in the sounds of the forest.

"Tough day?" Bubbles asked as she gave the brunette’s arm a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah," Dakota whimpered. "But I had all the Starlings," She explained referring to the youngest campers who had never been away from home. "Tomorrow should be easier with the older girls. They already know most of the safety rules and how to string their bows."

"I just had orientation," Bubbles explained. "They ask so many questions. Tomorrow I get to guard the paste."

"Want to borrow my bow?" Dakota teased as they made their way deeper into the woods. They were walking towards the old stables that had burned down sometime during the thirties before the land became a camp.

"I just might," Bubbles emphatically responded. "Some of these girls need to cut back on their sugar intake."

Dakota laughed as they veered off of the trail and neared the crumbling remains of the old stables. The place was off limits to the younger campers. "Do you think it is true the ghost story they always tell about this place?" Dakota asked as she leaned against a tall pine tree.

"My first couple of years I did," Bubbles laughed. "Now I think it is just a silly story the counselors tell to keep the girls from coming up here and getting hurt."

"Funny when you think about it," Dakota chuckled. "Most of the girls try to sneak up here to see if Robert Pembroke is roaming around. I know I did. Scared myself silly."

"Me too," Bubbles laughed as she turned towards Dakota. The brunette’s heart skipped a beat as she fell into the brilliant blue gaze Bubbles was casting over at her. "The sun should be setting soon do you want to head over to Pipers Beach and watch it?"

"Sure," Was all Dakota could say as she felt Bubbles taking her by the hand and leading her away from the forest. Dakota’s heart was now racing as Bubbles laced her fingers with her own. Pipers Beach was a small strip of sand located in a very secluded part of the camp grounds. The kids weren’t allowed near it since it was so far away from everything. The adults who worked there often used the secluded little beach to get away from the kids and to have a little adult fun.

The best part of the tiny little beach was that at night Minnie would never venture out that far so it was an ideal location to break the rules. Mostly the counselors used it to let off a little steam. "I love this spot," Bubbles sighed contently as she led Dakota over to one of the rocks over looking the lake. "When I was just a camper I always wondered what went on out here," Bubbles continued as she finally released Dakota’s hand.

Dakota felt a sudden chill as Bubbles fingers slipped from her hand. "I bet you were surprised," She managed to say as she took a seat on the rock. "Last summer some of ussnuck up here to drink beer during one of the session breaks."

"Really," Bubbles responded thoughtfully as she climbed up and planted her body between Dakota’s out stretched legs. Dakota’s body hummed as Bubbles leaned back brushing her body against the stunned brunette. "We went skinny dipping," The blonde supplied nonchalantly.

"Your party sounds like a lot more fun," Dakota blushed as she felt herself becoming completely flustered by how closely they were sitting together.

"Aren’t you glad that you are a Robin now?" Bubbles inquired in a husky tone as her hands came to rest on Dakota’s thighs.

"Uh huh," Dakota squeaked out as she tried to ignore the way her lower anatomy was throbbing. She felt her body burning as Bubbles shifted slightly causing her body to move firmly against Dakota’s.

Dakota’s eyes widened with surprise as she tried to understand why she was suddenly perspiring? The sky turned crimson as the sun made its descent. The calm waters of the lake lapped against the shore as they watched the spectacle that only nature could provide. Without realizing what she was doing she wrapped her arms around Bubbles’ waist. It wasn’t until she felt Bubbles’ hands covering her own, and the scent of the blonde’s shampoo invading her senses that she became aware of how intimate their positions had become.

Dakota almost broke the serenity when she realized what had happened. The gentle caressing of Bubble’s fingers against her hands ebbed her fears. For the first time she allowed herself to relax into the feel of another woman’s body touching her own. And this time instead of shame she felt at ease. Somehow it felt completely natural to hold this woman in her arms as they watched the sun sinking into the horizon.

Bubbles leaned back and rested her head on Dakota’s shoulder as dusk began to settle. Dakota gazed down and looked deeply into Bubbles’ eyes. The blonde smiled up at her as she reached up and brushed a strand of hair from Dakota’s face. Dakota was mesmerized as she felt Bubbles’ fingers tickling her ear as she tucked the errant lock of hair behind it.

Dakota’s breathing became labored as her eyes drifted down to the blonde’s soft pink lips. She could feel Bubbles’ breath struggling as she cupped Dakota’s face. The brunette leaned into the blonde’s touch as she lowered her head. Bubbles shifted into Dakota’s embrace as the distance between them vanished. Dakota’s eyes fluttered shut as she felt Bubbles’ breath on her face.

The first kiss was warm and shy as their lips brushed lightly. The second kiss burned deep inside of Dakota as their arms wrapped around one another’s body. Dakota could barely breathe as she felt Bubbles’ tongue flicker lightly against her lips. Instinctively her own tongue peeked out and greeted the blonde’s. Gently she tickled the tip of the blonde’s tongue as her hands began to roam along the soft supple curves of Bubbles’ body.

Their tongues swirled and wrapped around one another as the kiss deepened. Dakota heard the deep moan, yet she never knew which of them had released it as the fiery kiss over took her senses. The only thing Dakota was aware of was the way her heart was pounding and how sweet Bubbles tasted. The sound of a bell chiming disrupted the blissful moment. "Time to head back," Bubbles offered with a shy smile as Dakota slowly opened her eyes.

Dakota was unable to speak as she was far too overwhelmed by the kiss they had just shared. Her mind felt fuzzy and her body weakened as she tried to stand. Bubbles laughed as she caught the unbalanced brunette. Dakota still felt like she was riding a tilt a-whirl as Bubbles’ hands came to rest on her hips. The small blonde nuzzled Dakota’s neck and murmured softly before stealing another kiss and guided the befuddled brunette down off of the rock.

Dakota remained blissfully speechless as she walked hand in hand with Bubbles. She felt cold suddenly as Bubbles’ hand slipped from her grasp once they neared the campground. Each of them shoved their hands deeply into the pockets of their shorts in order to resist the temptation of touching one another. Dakota frowned slightly as she realized that if anyone found out they had been kissing the both of them would be out of a job.

The opening night bonfire was, as always, a great deal of fun filled with songs, s’mores, and ghost stories. Although Dakota was enjoying the activities the main reason for her constant smile was from what had happened earlier. She just couldn’t vanquish the tingling from her lips and body.

After the sing along came to an end they escorted their troop back to the Robin’s side of the campground and instructed them to get ready for bed. Once it was time for lights out each of them grabbed their flashlights and a light jacket and patrolled the grounds. While they broke up pillow fights and giggle feasts Dakota kept sneaking glances at her fellow chaperone. Each time Bubbles caught her looking over at her the both of them sported a goofy smile.

Thankfully their shift came to an end just as the girls finally seemed to be settling down. "Why do we give them chocolate just before bedtime?" Rusty, one of the other counselors who had come to take over, asked.

"Just to add to the excitement," Bubbles teased before they said goodnight to Rusty and Boone who were taking over for them. "Have fun," Bubbles called out as she and Dakota headed back to the safety of their cabin.

Dakota felt suddenly shy as they drew down the flaps that would cover the screens in their tent. She felt her body melt when Bubbles encircled her waist from behind. "We have to be careful," Bubbles cautioned her as Dakota turned around and wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist.

"I know," Dakota grimly agreed as she felt Bubbles nuzzling her neck. "Of course I had always assumed that the no dating rule was for the co-ed counselors."

"Oh?" Bubbles said with surprise as she jerked her head up.

"Yeah," Dakota nervously responded as she felt Bubbles’ body tensing.

"You’ve never kissed a girl before?" Bubbles curiously inquired seemingly holding her breath as Dakota began to chew on her bottom lip.

"No," Dakota weakly responded. "I wanted to, but I never did."

"Oh?" Bubbles blew out with an air of relief as a sly smirk emerged. "So did you like it?"

"Yes," Dakota responded in a husky tone.

"Do you want to do it again?" Bubbles encouraged her as she laced her fingers in Dakota’s long dark hair and drew her closer.

"Yes," Dakota whispered before reclaiming the blonde’s soft inviting lips.

They quickly became caught up in kissing one another, until sleep beckoned them and each of them retired to their own bunk. They spent every night for the next couple of weeks doing the same thing once they were safely secured in their cabin. Each late night make out session grew longer and longer as their touches grew bolder. Still they managed to pry themselves apart and retreat back into their own bunk.

With each kiss Dakota’s newly discovered desire grew as she became filled with an aching need to share more with Bubbles. One night it started to rain heavily after they had washed and dressed for bed, each of them only clad in a long night shirt and panties. The rain filled the night air with a sweet scent that made Dakota feel at home.

But with each loud clap of thunder and flash of lightening Bubbles grew more and more agitated. "Are you okay?" She asked as the blonde jumped once again.

"Yeah," Bubbles lied as another clap of thunder made her jump once again. "It is silly really. I like the rain but the thunder and lightening really scare the bejesus out me. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep one wink tonight."

"I’ll keep you safe," Dakota promised as she placed her hand on the smaller woman’s shoulder.

"Yeah?" Bubbles responded with a smoldering gaze as she wrapped her arms around Dakota’s waist. Dakota trembled as their bodies brushed together. It was the first time the two of them had been this close with so very little clothing. The kissing sessions they had shared before had always been before they had changed into their bed clothing. Dakota felt another shiver passing through her as Bubbles’ fingers lightly caressed the nape of her neck.

"Yeah," Dakota promised as she unconsciously licked her suddenly parched lips. Bubbles looked up at her with a smoldering gaze that filled Dakota with desire. "I promise," Dakota added ready to sleep next to Bubbles and offer her anything the blonde desired.

Bubbles responded with a soft promising kiss. "We can just hold each other," Bubbles offered as Dakota felt the blonde’s nipples brushing against her body.

"Anything," Dakota whispered as she guided Bubbles over to her bunk. As they climbed onto the bunk Dakota felt complete. "Anything," She repeated softly offering Bubbles what she had never offered to anyone before.

They kissed gently as they became wrapped up in a tender embrace. Bubbles flinched as another clap of thunder echoed in the darkness. "Ssh," Dakota whispered in the blonde’s ear as she snuggled up behind her. Dakota felt her nipples hardening as she leaned into Bubbles’ back and wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist.

Dakota moaned softly as she felt the tips of Bubbles’ fingers tracing her arms. She snuggled closer to the smaller woman and kissed the blonde’s neck. Bubbles released a soft moan in response that filled Dakota’s body with a need for more. She caressed the blonde’s stomach through the soft material of her nightshirt.

Bubbles sighed deeply as her backside pressed against Dakota. The brunette released a sharp gasp as she felt the blonde’s ass swaying against her aching center. Neither of them spoke as their hips began to sway sensually against the other. Dakota fought to control her breathing as she felt Bubbles’ hands guiding her own down the front of the blonde’s firm body.

Her desire was painting the inside of her thighs as her hands began to caress the bare skin of Bubbles’ stomach. Their bodies continued to rock wildly as Bubbles’ hands drifted away so she could remove her nightshirt. Dakota’s movements stilled as she drank in the sight of her half naked lover. "Touch me," Bubbles’ pleaded as she reached behind her and began caressing Dakota’s thigh.

Her lover’s pleas sent a jolt through her as she cupped the blonde’s breasts. She was amazed at the way they filled her hands and how Bubbles’ pert nipples pressed urgently against the palms of her hands. She began to kiss the nape of Bubbles’ neck as she captured her nipples between her fingers and began to tease the moaning woman.

She could feel Bubbles struggling to lower her panties from the awkward position they were lying in. She couldn’t still her hips as she pressed herself harder against the blonde’s firm round backside. With each thrust she felt her clit pounding urgently as her underwear grew damper.

She groaned in protest as she felt Bubbles pulling away from her touch. The blonde rolled over onto her back and firmly clasped Dakota’s hips. "I need to feel you on top of me," She whimpered as she clutched the hem of the brunette’s nightshirt. Dakota could feel her skin dancing as Bubbles’ lifted the shirt up her body.

She lifted her arms and allowed the smaller woman to remove the garment. She slipped her knee between Bubbles’ firm thighs and moaned at the wetness that greeted her as the blonde caressed the front of her body. She cried out when she felt her nipples being captured by Bubbles’ agile fingers.

Once again their hips slowly swayed as each of them straddled the other’s thigh. The harder Bubbles teased her the more urgently her body thrust against her lover’s. She fell forward and balanced her trembling body by supporting herself on her arms.

She drank in the wonderful sight of Bubbles wriggling beneath her. The blonde’s face was flushed as one of her hands drifted down the front of Dakota’s body. Dakota fought to control her breathing as she felt Bubbles’ fingers gliding along the elastic band of her panties.

She felt light headed as she felt her underwear being lowered down to her hips. Unable to control herself she leaned down and began to kiss Bubbles’ face and neck. As her kisses drifted lower she felt Bubbles’ fingers dipping into her wetness. She parted her thighs as she captured one of the blonde’s nipples in her mouth.

She suckled her lover greedily as she felt the blonde’s fingers exploring her swollen nether lips. She moaned against Bubbles’ skin when she felt her clit being stroked. The blood rushed from her brain and settled in her throbbing clit as Bubbles teased her.

Her body trembled as she felt herself falling. Her head fell back as her lover’s touch grew bolder. She was drawn in as their bodies melted together. Dakota captured her lover in a fiery kiss as she felt her panties slipping further down her body. She couldn’t slow the frantic rhythm of her hips.

When Bubbles pressed her fingers gently against the opening of her center, Dakota bucked wildly urging her lover to complete her. She thrust harder against Bubbles’ touch as the blonde refused to enter her. She was gasping for air when she tore her mouth from her lover’s lips. She could feel Bubbles’ thumb teasing her clit as her fingers slipped slightly inside of her. "Please," She pleaded.

Bubbles used her free hand to guide the brunette down onto the bunk so that she was lying on her back. Dakota was on fire. Bubbles’ fingers remained still as she began to kiss her way down the brunette’s body.

Bubbles lowered Dakota’s underwear as far down her body as she could manage from her position. She glanced up with a smoldering gaze filled with desire and concern. "Yes," Dakota choked out her answer to her lover’s unspoken question.

The trusting smile the blonde responded with melted Dakota’s heart as she strained to keep her eyes open as her lover’s breath greeted her thighs. She whimpered as she felt Bubbles’ warm breath blowing gently into her overheated passion.

Bubbles parted her and dipped her tongue into her wetness. Dakota’s body seized from the pleasurable feeling. Bubbles released a murmur as she began to drink in Dakota’s passion. The brunette clung to the bedding as she felt the blonde’s tongue gliding along her sex. Her entire body was a raging inferno. Bubbles feasted upon her suckling her throbbing clit as she nestled her body between Dakota’s long legs.

Dakota couldn’t still her body as she thrust against her lover. She flinched when she felt Bubbles’ fingers brushing against her innocence. Bubbles’ fingers once again stilled as she suckled Dakota harder.

Dakota was lost in a euphoric haze unaware until she felt the pain that her innocence had been broken. Bubbles made love to her slowly until Dakota’s raw need took over. The blonde’s mouth and fingers were pleasuring her in a wild rhythm until Dakota’s mind went blank and her body exploded.

Bubbles moved quickly and covered Dakota’s body with her own capturing her screams with a deep kiss. The blonde’s fingers drove her further into ecstasy. Dakota grew hungry as she tasted her desire on her lover’s lips.

Frantically she groped her lover’s body and lowered the blonde’s panties. She climaxed once again as she slipped her hand between their bodies. She gasped when she felt Bubbles’ fingers slipping from her body. Bubbles straddled her as she began to tease the blonde’s wetness.

She was amazed as her fingers glided along the velvety wetness. She watched as Bubbles licked her passion from her fingers. The sight made her crave even more as she entered her lover. She felt the walls of her lover’s body tighten against her touch as she plunged deeper inside of Bubbles.

Dakota watched as her lover rode against her touch until she collapsed against the brunette’s body muffling her screams into the bedding. Dakota embraced her lover tightly her body reeling from the feel of their clits pressing together. Soon their bodies began to move as one until once again they exploded with a fiery passion.

*****

The Present

That summer was filled with so much passion for the both of them. It broke Dakota’s heart when the summer ended and Bubbles moved to the west coast. They exchanged letters and a few awkward telephone calls for awhile, but eventually the miles that separated them won out.

"Hmm," Dakota sighed deeply as she took one last look at the lake.

"Happy thoughts?" A voice said from behind her.

Dakota was startled as she spun around. Her jaw dropped when she saw the woman with short, blonde hair leaning against her SUV. She snapped her jaw shut and her lips curled into a cocky smirk. "As a matter of fact they were," She taunted the blonde. "So Bubbles what brings you to the neighborhood?"

"Oh man," The blonde cringed at her old nickname. "You just had to call me that," She groaned. "I heard the old camp was being torn down and I just wanted one last look."

"Same here," Dakota supplied as she drank in her former lover’s features. "I didn’t know you were living on the east coast."

"I moved back after grad school," Bianca responded with a mischievous smirk. "I teach grade school in Framingham."

"No kidding?" Dakota beamed. "I teach special needs kids in Natick." The blonde blinked with surprise. "So Bianca care to get a cup of coffee and catch up with an old cabin mate?"

"Old cabin mate?" Bianca offered dryly. "That is one way to describe it. Sure I’d love to catch up. But coffee ain’t going to cut it. We have fifteen years to catch up on. I say we do dinner? Unless there is someone waiting up for you?"

"No," Dakota smiled in response. "You?"

"No," Bianca smiled back at her as Dakota felt the familiar stirrings reemerging. "Good. I know quaint little place not far from here. Follow me?"

"Anytime," Dakota asserted.

The End