        Nikki and Samantha held hands as they entered the ‘forest’ of the foothills near the outskirts of Riverview. It wasn’t a real forest, just a stretch of untamed deciduous trees between two subdivisions, but after you got a hundred or so feet in, it felt like a forest. 
        Old snow covered the forest floor, crunching underfoot. It hadn’t snowed for over a week, but the temperature hadn’t yet improved. The rest of the suburb had lost its snow to traffic and use days ago, but not the forest. Nikki loved how the icy layer crunched as they walked deeper.
        February 23. Today was Nikki’s birthday, and for once, her birthday had fallen on a Saturday. Noon had brought a modest party, with Jane, the Keatings, and Nini. Karen and Nini’s boyfriends had come too. It was the biggest party she’d ever had. She’d gotten the complete series of Battlestar Galactica on Blu-Ray, a whole pile of clothes, a hand-stitched quilt that her grandmother had shipped to her, and a long pocket knife that her dad had promptly snatched up, saying they would ‘talk about it.’ Karen had given her a card that had a tiny secret message inside claiming she had a gift for the bunny that wasn’t appropriate for a family party. And Nini’s boyfriend Alex, or ‘Prince’ Alex as she and Karen teasingly called him, had given her a gold haircomb that he claimed came from the ‘old country.’ It seemed to be solid gold and was beautifully crafted to resemble ivy leaves, and had a large genuine amethyst set in it. She loved it, but could never imagine actually wearing it. She’d be terrified of somehow setting it on fire.
        Despite all the thoughtful gifts, there had only been one thing she’d really wanted. She had begged her mom and dad for it every day: the afternoon alone with Samantha. After presents and cake, she’d finally gotten exactly that.
        She stopped in the forest and Samantha stopped a pace after her, turning back and raising her eyebrows questioningly. Nikki shrugged and grinned.
        “Hang on a sec. I wanna kiss you,” she said teasingly.
        Samantha took a step closer and giggled. “Oh you do, do you? I thought you had someplace you wanted to show me.”
        She shrugged again. “It can wait.”
        Even as she finished the sentence, Samantha pressed up against her, nudging Nikki’s back into a tree. Nikki squeaked softly. Her girlfriend had been growing more and more aggressive since her timid, embarrassed ‘proposal’ in the dressing room. In public, she was sweet, shy Sammy, likely to be found quietly hiding behind a convenient piece of furniture. But when she and Nikki were alone, Nikki got to watch her become Samantha. Samantha had confidence, and knew precisely what she wanted, and it often involved Nikki’s pants coming off.
        Two months had still not been enough time for Samantha to become comfortable with sex, yet. They still hadn’t actually gone beyond kissing. But Samantha’s curiosity was rampant, and she loved watching Nikki get off. Samantha never even touched herself, but recently, Nikki had seen that her lips were wet on their own by the time Nikki came. She was simultaneously excited and worried about the arrival of Samantha’s heat. The tigress might tear her apart when the time came.
        Now, Samantha’s hands were on Nikki’s shoulders, holding the bunny against the tree. Nikki’s lips parted, her muzzle lifted upward invitingly, and Samantha leaned in to accept the invitation, her rough tongue thrusting inside of Nikki’s muzzle. The tigress had become a kissing enthusiast as well, figuring out how to use her tongue to turn Nikki on over many, many hours of experimentation. She didn’t hold back now. She gently bit Nikki’s lower lip, then rasped her sandpaper feline tongue over the tip of Nikki’s tongue, then drew her tongue back a little, sucking on Nikki’s muzzle as she thrust her tongue in and out of it suggestively.
        Nikki moaned sweetly, body arching and trembling, her hands clutching at Samantha’s jacket. Warmth suffused her body, Samantha’s ploy working flawlessly, and Nikki could feel her crotch glow with arousal, her nipples stiffening in anticipation. 
        And then Samantha stopped, all at once. Nikki was left with her head against the tree, body arched off it into empty air as she let out a tortured moan.
        Samantha grabbed her hand and pulled, giggling. “C’mon! You said you had somewhere to show me, and I have something I wanna give you when we get there!”
        Samantha’s transition from dominant teaser to giggly little girl was seamless. Nikki was left with no choice but to keep up, even though the kiss had nudged her season, inflaming her body, making her ache with arousal. And Samantha knew exactly what she was doing. She grinned sweetly as Nikki caught up to lead the way again.
        “Something to give me? Samantha, you already got me way too much at the mall!”
        The mall had been their first stop after the party. Riverview’s ‘European-style’ walking mall was an easy bike ride from Nikki’s house, and the two had pedaled there, holding hands when they could manage to ride side by side.
        Nikki had finally gotten her ear pierced. They’d actually stopped a block before the mall at a slightly less reputable storefront, where Nikki had tried to convince a tattoo artist to pierce her nipple, instead. When that had failed, she’d resigned herself to an ear-piercing from the Claire’s in the mall. From there, Samantha had promptly dragged her to the most expensive jeweler in the place and bought her a yellow gold hoop set with amethysts, her birthstone, for when the stud healed. Nikki had protested considerably at the price, but Samantha hadn’t heard a word of it.
        After the jewelry store, they had split up on a dare to buy each other the naughtiest pair of panties they could find in the mall. Nikki had no idea where Samantha had found a pair of crotchless panties small enough to fit her, especially at such a ritzy mall, but she had won the dare hands down. Nikki wore them now. They were even a little small on her, the split in the fabric pressing on either side of her lips. She could feel it even more acutely now that Samantha had gotten her aroused. 
        “Here,” she said, as she got to a rocky bluff in the middle of the forest. The craggy outcropping was likely the reason no one had bothered to pave the forest over yet. It towered over them and the trees, emerging directly out of the forest floor as if a banner officially marking the start of the Riverview foothills, which started to rise and roll directly to the west. 
        “Come on,” Nikki said, starting to climb.
        The bluff was about four stories high, towering over even the tallest of the trees. Further toward the edge of the forest, it sloped evenly back toward the ground, and they could have walked around it and then up it with ease, but it would’ve taken most of the afternoon. And it was far more fun to climb. Nikki had expected her little princess of a girlfriend to be daunted by the rugged activity, but the tigress was a natural and was soon two rock shelves above Nikki’s head and ascending rapidly.
        Snow still capped the point of the bluff. Nikki sat on the edge with her feet dangling over. Samantha looked down, dubious, but gingerly lowered herself beside Nikki. The sun was westering and the sky was starting to glow. They could see clear to Willow Valley in the distance, the huge, widely spaced houses dotting the side of a far hill. Nikki sighed as Samantha wrapped her arm around her waist. The bunny rested her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.
        “This is what I wanted to show you,” she said softly.
        “Gosh,” whispered Samantha. “It’s beautiful.”
        “Uh huh,” Nikki replied. “And quiet, too. I’ve never seen anyone else in here. To most people, it’s just a big empty lot with a large, inconvenient slab of rock in the middle. I come here to figure stuff out. I used to come here to hide after. . .after gettin’ beat up or something. I wanted to share it with you.”
        Samantha shifted against her side and wrapped both arms around her. Nikki turned to look in the tigress’s eyes. 
        “Thanks,” Samantha whispered.
        They kissed. It wasn’t the wild, frenzied kiss that Samantha had tortured her with a few minutes ago. This was slow and sincere, with just a hint of eagerness underlying both of their motions. Samantha cupped the back of her head and Nikki accepted that raspy tongue into her muzzle, stroking it with her own.
        The timbre of the kiss changed slightly as Samantha’s hand wandered upward. She caught Nikki’s unpierced ear between her fingers, stroking the inner flesh with her fingertips. Nikki whimpered against Samantha’s lips, her butt squirming against the edge of the bluff. Samantha had discovered the sensitivity of Nikki’s bunny ears only a few days ago. They hadn’t had much privacy since then to explore the possibilities, but now Samantha’s clawtips carefully teased through the soft, thin hair that lined the inside of Nikki’s long ear. Nikki broke the kiss in order to murmur a soft moan, her back arching as the touch sent shivers down her spine. 
        Samantha giggled softly, pulling her hand away. “I’m gonna have fun with that,” she said with a grin.
        “You’re awful,” Nikki said, catching her breath. The touch to her ear had resparked her arousal in record time.
        “I’m dating a bunny. ‘Awful’ is my middle name,” Samantha said, echoing something Nikki had said when they’d first started dating. They both giggled and hugged again.
        They sat in each other’s arms, ignoring the chill of the melting snow against their butts and watching the sky catch fire.
        “Aren’t you going to ask me what I got you?” Samantha asked finally.
        “I was trying to be polite. But the curiosity is killing me!”
        Samantha hmmmed and pursed her lips, as if debating whether or not to reveal the gift. “I’m going to want something in return. Will you show off for me again, right here, in your new panties?”
        Nikki’s butt squirmed against the cold stone underneath her. She rolled her eyes dramatically, grinning. “I told you I’d do it anytime and anywhere you ask! I woulda done it right in the middle of the party, if you’d told me to!”
        Samantha gasped and giggled. “You would not!”
        Nikki grinned. “Ask me next time and see!”
        Samantha blushed, which made Nikki grin even more. It was harder to get Samantha to blush than it had been when they’d first started dating. The kitty licked her lips nervously, then said, “I will!”
        The promise sent a little thrill through Nikki’s body. She inhaled sharply, butt still wiggling, then exhaled a cloud of steam. She raised her eyebrows at Samantha expectantly, who was staring off into the middle distance. Thinking about daring me to do that in public, Nikki hoped. She reached over, squeezing Samantha’s side to get her attention.
        “What? Oh! Okay, okay.”
        The tigress reached inside her plush winter coat. The box she pulled out was black, square, and flat, with no wrapping or ribbon. Nikki eyed it, a little worried. It looked suspiciously like a necklace box. The earring--well two earrings, really, but she only had a hole for one--had cost over a hundred dollars, and now a necklace? It was a level of generosity that Nikki could never hope to match.         She looked away, feeling weirdly ashamed and uncomfortable, leaving the box in Samantha’s hands. Her stomach felt tight and a lump formed in her throat. 
        “Samantha. You. . .you can’t go off spending so much on me,” she said timidly. She was worried how Samantha would react. Would she insist? Would money, of all things, become an awkward thing between them?
        Samantha was silent for a moment. Nikki stole a look at her from the corner of her eye. The tigress had her head cocked curiously, her brow slightly furrowed. Did she really not understand?
        Then her faced changed, relief flooding over it, confusing Nikki.
        “Oh! Nikki, it’s not a necklace. It’s just something small, that I really think you’ll like and that I’d really like you to have, okay?”
        Nikki turned back to her girlfriend, feeling relieved but still worried. She took the box tentatively, looking down at it in her lap, then back up to Samantha’s face.
        “You promise it’s not a necklace?”
        “Maybe next year,” Samantha said, sticking her tongue out teasingly and loosening the knot in Nikki’s stomach a little.
        Nikki grasped the two halves of the box and lifted the top off. Inside was a forest green suede collar with chrome fittings and studs. The inner lining was black suede that had ‘Nikki x Samantha’ stamped into it. Tears pricked Nikki’s eyes as she lifted it out of the box, grinning with excitement.
        “Samantha!” she squeaked. “It’s perfect!”
        “Jane gave me the idea,” the tigress said, taking the suede from Nikki’s hands. “Actually, she had to go pick it up for me. She told me how upset you were that the one she got for you you could only wear in secret, just around her. So I thought you deserved one from me that you could wear all the time. You know, if you want.”
        Samantha was blushing again, that dark red blush that made her cheeks match her eyes. She reached around Nikki’s neck and threaded the collar strap through the buckle, affixing the suede around Nikki’s neck. It fit just right.
        “All the time? Really?” Nikki asked, lifting her hand up to trail her fingers along the suede.
        Samantha smiled wide, nodding. “Yep.”
        Nikki squeaked with excitement, her tail fluttering excitedly. “And I can tell everyone who gave it to me, if they ask?”
        Samantha’s smile turned into a grin, and the tigress leaned closer. “Who you belong to, you mean,” Samantha corrected her with a playful growl that made Nikki squeeze her legs together.
        Nikki murmured a soft, surprised moan and bobbed her head. “Yes, ma’am,” she whispered, half teasing, half serious. “Who I belong to.” Nikki smiled when she saw her words make Samantha shiver excitedly in response. 
        Samantha crossed her arms and smiled. “Now, I think you owe me something.”
        Nikki blushed and nodded. She reached down to unbutton her jeans, but Samantha moved to still her hand. Nikki looked up, confused. The tigress was grinning, which, of course, meant trouble for her. Nikki shivered, excited and curious.
        “Until you’re done, the only things you’re allowed to wear is what I’ve bought for you today.”
        Nikki squeaked softly, her breath catching and her eyes going wide. She opened her mouth to protest, but Samantha somehow read her mind and was already starting to sweep snow off the rocky bluff, exposing the bare stone for her to lay on. Samantha looked up at her. The tigress’s breath was shallow, her cheeks pink though not red. One eyebrow twitched as Nikki stared at her. She shivered, realizing the tigress was all but daring her to defy the order. She wondered what would happen if she said no. The prospect was almost as exciting as that of obeying, but only almost. 
        It was obvious that Samantha was roaming far outside her usual, timid behavior, at least around Nikki. Their relationship had sparked Samantha’s alpha tendencies. She was growing more confident and daring when it came to the two of them, and Nikki had noticed slow changes in her attitude around others, too. The thought of Samantha becoming not only a real alpha, but her alpha, excited Nikki, but she didn’t want to test the tigress’s limits. Sex was still a tentative subject for her, and Nikki wanted to see Samantha embrace the changes, not retreat if Nikki pushed too hard, too soon.
        So she obeyed. Not that she minded being dominated. Quite the opposite. . .
        Nikki unbuttoned her peacoat and shrugged out of it, stepping out of her boots at the same time, squeaking when the cold of the cleared stone bit at her footpads. Her jeans took some wiggling to slip out of. Her sweater, a shimmery black thing with a cowl neck that Samantha had picked out for her a few weeks earlier came last. Her chest was still too flat to necessitate a bra, though her mother had been hinting in that area lately, likely because of Nikki’s tendency to pick shirts that showed off her nipples.
        Nikki stood in only her crotchless panties and collar. Her nipples ached from the cold, exposed as they were, poking out of her light fur. She moved to turn and face Samantha, but the tigress’s hands stopped her. From behind, Samantha cupped her backside through the lacy panties and then pressed up against her. Nikki inhaled sharply. Samantha’s fur brushed against her. She had stripped, too. When her hips pushed forward, nestling against Nikki’s rump, the bunny knew that Samantha had gone a step further, discarding the sheer black thong Nikki had bought her as well.
        She had never seen Samantha completely naked, though the tigress had seen her in the buff on that first night, and bottomless a few dozen times since then. Occasionally, Samantha would put on a little show to get Nikki excited enough to masturbate, but most of the time, that wasn’t necessary. And even when she did, panties, however sheer, had always hid those young lips from full view.
        Now the young girl stood fully in the buff behind her, but she was keeping Nikki from turning around to get a good look. Nikki moaned softly and she heard Samantha giggle. The tigress’s hands moved to Nikki’s belly, stroking lovingly through her fur, occasionally using her claws very gently to make the bunny arch and whimper. The hands stayed on her sides and belly, cautious about straying higher or lower. She leaned in against Nikki’s back, her muzzle brushing the pink of Nikki’s ear.
        “I. . .I diddled myself for the first time last night.”
        “What?” Nikki asked in disbelief. “Really?” Then, with a playful pout, “Without me?”
        “Thinking of you,” Samantha added quickly. She nuzzled Nikki’s ear a little more, then parted her lips and licked along the downy-furred flesh curiously. Nikki gasped at the sensation, her butt pushing back into Samantha’s crotch as she let out a sweet little moan and squeezed her thighs together. The feeling of Samantha’s tongue on her ear was intense, and she could feel her arousal dribbling down her thighs.
        “I was going to sleep and couldn’t get the image of you with your skirt hiked up on the playground, making a little puddle of girljuice inside our tube. I reached down, and I was wet. Just a little. Not like how you get. But I got that little wetness all over two of my fingers and started doing what you do. . .”
        Samantha’s body shivered, and Nikki felt her grind forward against her rump. She could feel the warmth of the tigress’s nethers. 
        “Are you getting your heat?” Nikki whispered. The prospect excited and disappointed her. She was in the last few days, week at most, of her season. If Samantha hit her heat now, they’d only get one or two days of crazy fun with them both in season. Sure, she could get off and have fun out of season too, but it wasn’t the same.
        “Not yet,” she said, her tongue slipping down, exploring more and probing a little into the canal of Nikki’s ear. Her loins ached. Samantha was prolonging her anticipation on purpose.
        “This year sometime, I think, from what mom’s told me. But no, last night wasn’t from my heat. You got me that excited all by yourself.”
        Nikki giggled, blushing softly. Then Samantha’s tongue wiggled wetly deep into her ear. Her hips pushed forward into the empty winter’s air, desperate for something to fuck and finding nothing. The muscles of her little tunnel clenched. Even the slightest touch would have made her cum then, but there was nothing, so her hips simply squirmed futilely, arousal making a mess of her legfur. Samantha giggled with delight.
        “Oh gosh. Your ears are gonna be so much fun.”
        “I wanna cum!” Nikki whined, panting, making Samantha giggle even more. The tigress moved around her then but kept close to her body, still not letting Nikki see her nude. Their chests pressed against each other and both girls squeaked when their nipples brushed. Samantha leaned in and bit Nikki’s lower lip, hard, her hands sliding down from the bunny’s hips to give her butt a quick squeeze.
        “Sit down,” Samantha said, in her commanding voice.
        Nikki did, gasping when her butt touched the cold stone. Samantha sat too, facing her, and slid her legs under Nikki’s so that their crotches were separated by, at most, a foot. Nikki’s eyes drank in the sight of Samantha’s exposed lips, the view both intimately familiar and fantastically new at the same time. And where those young lips met, puffy and immature, there was the little glimmer of moisture. 
        Samantha was staring too, her chest heaving and the air cloudy with the steam from both of their panted breaths. Nikki had stripped nude for Samantha any number of times now, but usually in a shadowy living room at midnight, and once in their hidden spot in the plastic tubes on the playground. Being naked in broad daylight felt different. It excited her and as she sat, exposed, inches away from Samantha’s body, she could feel her arousal heighten, her juices pooling and steaming on the frigid stone shelf. Nikki whimpered, her body aching as Samantha deliberately drew out the moment. Nikki didn’t dare touch herself unless told to. She couldn’t remember ever being told that, not directly. But instinctively, she knew: Samantha was in charge, and both of them liked it that way. 
        “Do it for me,” Samantha whispered, granting her permission.
        Nikki bit her lower lip and leaned back on one hand, her other hand sliding down her tummy slowly. The first few times she’d done this for Samantha, she’d gotten herself off within a few seconds. But Samantha liked her to go slow, so she tried to pace herself, forcing herself to put on a good show rather than just focusing on the destination. And so, she spread her young labia lewdly for the tigress and was rewarded with the girl’s soft moan. She moved her fingers, pressing down so that her clit slid out of its hood between her two fingers. She shivered, the cold air biting erotically at her exposed nethers. Samantha stared. The tigress leaned back on her own hand, the movement sliding her hips forward, leaving their cunnies barely separated but by a few inches.
        Samantha’s other hand moved to her cunny where she pressed three fingers to the top of her slit, rubbing in brisk little circles around her hooded clitoris. It was the technique Nikki used to use to get herself off quickly. Nikki gasped at the sight. Samantha had never done anything so overtly sexual, and the sight of her younger girlfriend touching herself like that nearly triggered Nikki’s climax immediately.
        She took a deep, quivering breath, forcing herself to calm down for Samantha’s sake. She spread her lips wider and she could feel the air from the tigress’s brisk fingers. She curled her middle finger, drawing the fingertip along her slit from the bottom to the top, shivering as she finished at her clit. She was so wet that moisture pooled on her fingertip and dribbled around it. She bit her lip. Pacing herself was always difficult, but today it was nearly impossible. Seeing Samantha’s cunny glistening in the sunlight, her whole body wiggling as she rubbed her little clitty, the exposed hole tucked between her laba twitching with pleasure--it was all nearly too much.
        “C-can you. . .” Samantha started. Nikki looked up, panting, finger trembling between her labia. Her girlfriend’s cheeks were flush with excitement and a little embarrassment. “Can you put a finger in?” Samantha whispered, blushing red. Then she added, “B-both places?”
        Nikki gasped softly at the request, blushing too. It was by far the most explicit thing Samantha had ever asked her to do. After that first day, they’d never really talked about Nikki’s fondness for buttplay. That, in Nikki’s opinion, was a topic that could wait for months, or even years.
        She met Samantha’s red eyes. The girl stared back at her panting, then whimpering softly as a shiver of pleasure ran through her body. The tigress licked her lips as Nikki stared at her, then grinned.
        “Now,” Samantha whispered.
        Nikki shivered at the tone of Samantha’s quiet command. She licked her own lips and gently slid backwards. Every muscle in her body wanted to move forward instead, press her lips to Samantha’s and embrace her, grinding until they both came together. But that’s not what she’d been ordered to do. She moved back so that her fingers had enough room and so that Samantha could see the slight gape of her vagina and the tightly clenched pucker of her tailhole. Both were slick with her abundant arousal.
        Obeying Samantha’s command, she pushed two fingers inside of herself at the same time, one sliding easily inside her slick cunny, the other gently stretching her clenched tailhole. She and Samantha gasped sharply together. Her eyes moved across Samantha’s body. She could see her abdomen clenching under the fur of her belly. The tigress’s hips twitched, raising slightly and the barely visible entrance of her cunny was tightly clenched. She was ready to cum.
        Not wanting to be left behind, Nikki finally let her careful pacing go. She plunged the two fingers inside herself deeply with a wet sound louder than Samantha’s gasps. She fingered both her tight holes rapidly, grunting as she felt the warmth and tightness build in her belly. Samantha gasped, then squealed, clenching her eyes and throwing her head back, narrow hips bucking into the shallow space between them, fingers still circling her clit quickly. 
        To her surprise, Nikki felt the warm kiss of liquid squirt from her younger girlfriend’s nethers and spatter her hand and crotch. The sensation triggered her own orgasm a moment later. Her hand slipped and she fell backwards onto the cold rock, shoulders and head cushioned by the icy snow. Her legs braced against Samantha’s underneath her and her hips thrust upward into the air sharply, both her holes clenching and spasming fiercely around her thrusting fingers. She cried out as she came, her voice carrying out over the tree tops, thick girlcum squirting between her fingers, stippling Samantha’s arched cunny and flexed tummy.
        She trembled, taut and whimpering as her body shook with pleasure. Her wet knuckles bumped against Samantha’s upthrust lips and she heard the girl gasp with delight. She listened to the soft little grunts of her girlfriend as they came hard together, the sounds fueling her own climax, making her cunny and tailhole clutch tighter at her fingers. Samantha’s butt fell to the stone with a wet slap. The slab was slicked over with Nikki’s prolific juices. Nikki fell a second later, legs atop of Samantha’s in a tangle. Both girls gasped when their cunnies kissed for a brief second before Nikki pulled her hips away sharply as if the touch were electric. She shuddered, the sensation of Samantha’s pussy against hers ringing through her body like an echo. Her cunny clenched in a last little aftershock of an orgasm as she thought about the brief touch, sliding her fingers out of both her little holes.
        They both sat up slowly. Nikki’s arm, weak from satiation, threatened to be unable to support her weight, so she leaned forward to embrace Samantha instead. Samantha grabbed her, kissed her roughly, both little girls supporting each other’s satisfied bodies in the tight embrace. Nikki gingerly scooted her hips back so their nethers wouldn’t brush again--she didn’t know if she could restrain herself if she felt Samantha’s labia against hers again.
        They held together tightly, Samantha fucking Nikki’s small muzzle with her tongue, the kiss far more explicit and rough than anything they’d done before. Samantha’s clawtips were electrified pinpricks in Nikki’s back. She trembled, submitting sweetly to the treatment and moaning into the tigress’s muzzle with delight. Her vagina clenched tightly, another aftershock making her whole body tremble as she squirted again briefly.
        Samantha finally pulled her tongue out of Nikki’s mouth, and the two sat there, essentially nude, their panting sending puffs of steam into the chill air. The flames of sunset had subsided, replaced by the encroaching darkness in the east. Samantha reached up, fingers trailing ever so slightly through the fur of Nikki’s tummy, breasts and collarbone. She hooked a finger through a chrome ring in Nikki’s new collar and pulled her sharply into another brief kiss, grinning.
        “Happy birthday,” Samantha cooed sweetly.
        “Best birthday ever,” Nikki replied earnestly, squeezing her tigress tightly.
        Samantha reached down with her other hand, keeping her finger hooked through the collar as she spread Nikki’s girlcum into the fur of her belly. Samantha shivered, cooing. “I love smelling like you,” the tigress said, blushing.
        Nikki blushed too, shivering, though it was partially from the cold.
        “May I get dressed?” she asked sweetly. Samantha looked at her for a long moment, a smile toying at the edge of her lips.
        “I wanna say no,” Samantha said with a grin. “I wanna get dressed and make you walk nude all the way till we get to the edge of the forest. But it’s already so cold, and nearly dark, so we should probably get dressed and hurry home before our moms freak out.”
        Nikki shivered at Samantha’s teasing threats, imagining her bare feet crunching through the snow as she walked nude through the forest, Samantha leading her with a finger in her collar, occasionally stopping for a rough kiss against a tree just to get her riled up. She moaned slightly. “Maybe in the spring,” she said eagerly.
        Samantha grinned, looking at her. “Maybe.” 
        They dressed slowly, both girls stealing eager, lingering glances at the other’s body before they were covered up. They held hands, fingers intertwining. Samantha had suggested they hurry home, but neither could find it in themselves to hurry. So instead of climbing down, they took the long walk down the gradual slope of the outcropping. It was fully dark before they made it to the edge of the forest and unchained their bikes from a tree.
        Samantha turned at the tree line, embracing Nikki and holding her tightly. They didn’t kiss, just held each for a long, warm minute.
        “I love you,” Samantha whispered in her ear.
        “I love you, too,” Nikki replied sweetly, squeezing her.
        Samantha pecked her lips quickly and the couple got on their bikes to pedal home, hand in hand.
