2 comments/ 61170 views/ 9 favorites Summer Song By: smj54ap "Hey Candace, break time," I yelled through cupped hands at the pretty Nordic looking blonde on the lifeguard chair. With tremendous agility, Candace climbed down and sprinted for the ladies locker room. After spending three hours on the lofty perch, a much needed bathroom break was in order. I gazed at the retreating figure with longing. While most of my friends stared at the male lifeguards with hungry looks, I was pining for a female. For the first time in my nineteen years, I was having bi feelings or more appropriately, lust for someone of my own gender. At the first lifeguard meeting, I found myself stealing glances at Candace's face and body. In fact, I was completely occupied gawking at her and missed most of the important information. Candace was the senior lifeguard and technically my boss. A statuesque five foot nine inch beauty with an incredible swimmers body, she exuded a sexuality that made my blood surge like the rapids of a mighty river with want. My desires conflicted with my previous lack of interest for anything remotely lesbian in nature. All through high school, I considered myself a heterosexual. Although, I was aware of same sex hook ups, I lacked any desire for intimacy with another female. However, my attitude changed during freshman year at college when my roommate admitted she was bi curious. Rosie was a tough cookie from Brooklyn but with a heart as big as the Big Apple. As I sat on the lifeguard stand and waited for Candace to return, I tried to think logically about my desire for the blonde hottie. But that was the problem, when it came to animalistic impulses, logic was missing from the equation. In addition, with my lack of experience in same sex matters, I felt completely inept at how to broach the subject with her. My calm, reserved nature was a definite drawback. The only pleasantries I exchanged with Candace were "hello" and "goodbye". "She doesn't even know I'm alive," I thought self mockingly. Convinced that I would never experience her womanly charms, I had given up all hope when fate intervened. From my early teens, I took prescription medication for allergies during the spring and fall. Without it, I had a hard time functioning outdoors. That year, my medication seemed less effective and my doctor prescribed a stronger pill. One of the side effects associated with the heavier dose was drowsiness or a pervasive feeling of fatigue, especially during physical activity. I usually took my dosage at night before bed but on that particular late spring day I took it in the morning because I missed the previous evening. I struggled to stay alert most of the afternoon. Around dinner hour, Sarah, a fellow lifeguard, dropped by and chatted excitedly about the annual men versus women lifeguard competition taking place that same evening. "Hey Julie, it's the girls against guys when the pool closes at seven thirty. You ready? " she asked in her bubbly way. "Oh...well...I don't know, I'm kinda tired," I stated weakly. "Sleep when you get home, you're one of our best swimmers. Please stay?" she pleaded. Sarah was right, except for Candace, I had the fastest recorded times for the girls' and most of the boys. "Ok, I'll stay," I sighed. I felt weak and sleepy from the medication but convinced myself that the physical activity would rouse me. Although I won the three events I was entered in, my limbs were leaden and I was out of breath. While I was resting after my final event, Sarah approached me again. "Hey, Tia's injured and can't compete in the 400 meter medley. You'll fill in, won't you?" she implored. Against my better judgment, I accepted. At the sound of the starters' pistol, I knifed my body in the water and for two thirds of the race, I poured it on and was in the lead. I was making the turn for the final lap when an overwhelming fatigue enveloped my body. My limbs felt incredibly heavy and I involuntarily slowed down as though I was in slow motion. I could hear the spectators yelling but it sounded faint and far away. By the time I reached the wall for the final turn, my nearest competitor had caught up and would certainly pass me. Time took on a different characteristic as seconds were drawn out like hours. I was floating weightless in a serene state of mind with no worries or cares. As I sank deeper, I remember thinking that breathing under water was a cinch. It was so incredibly peaceful that I wanted to stay there forever. For some inexplicable reason, I thought about the "The Little Mermaid". "Hell, if she can do it, so can I," my brain intuited. A darkness, an all encompassing but peaceable darkness was sweeping over me. However, a barely perceptible feeling of pressure on my mouth and chest invaded my mind. Suddenly, I was jolted back to reality; coughing up large amounts of pool water onto the concrete deck. Candace was hovering over me with a grave expression on her pretty face. "What happened?" I asked still unaware of my predicament. The sound of an emergency vehicle siren assailed my ears as I sputtered and spewed more water from my lungs. Slowly the reality of the situation took hold and tears erupted from my eyes. Candace held me as my body shook with heaving sobs. "You're ok now...shh..." she said in a gentle tone and stroked my wet hair trying to comfort me. In Candace's embrace, a wonderful feeling of security enshrouded me and I gradually lost consciousness. I awoke to the sight of my father's face filled with concern but relief. "Julie...sweetheart..." he blubbered and brought my hand to his tear dampened cheek. "Where am I dad?" I asked in a croaking voice. "County General..." he said in a weepy tone and was unable to continue. My dad rarely expressed deep emotion except when it concerned me. Our relationship was one of love and mutual respect. He had a cynical side but was a lighthearted, loving father who treated me like an adult. I was ten when my mother died of breast cancer. While my teenage years were generally free of the strife and angst that typified many of my friends, it was hard on my father. However, he was adamant that I experience a normal childhood. No topic or subject was taboo and we shared in frequent exchanges of ideas. My dad spoke to me like an equal and I fail to recall him talking down to me. He was fearlessly determined to fill the void left by my mother's absence. With my slender body, dark brown hair and light olive complexion, I bore an uncanny resemblance to my mother. Along with my quiet and shy nature, my dad found it disconcerting. "My child, you really are your mother's daughter," he would say with a beaming face and always with the utmost caring. Per doctor's orders, I took three days off from work and was confined to my bedroom. My dad spent the first day with me but much to my surprise he informed me that Candace had called and volunteered her services until I was on my feet again. "When did she call dad?" I asked with earnest curiosity. "This morning but you were still asleep. She's working late afternoons at the pool and insisted on spending her free time watching over you," he stated with admiration. I'm sure I had a wistful expression on my face. "Of course, if it's not ok, I'll call and tell her not..." he started to say but I cut him off. "It's fine dad, really," I said with emotion and took his large hand in mine. "I don't know if anyone told you but Candace pulled you out of the water and performed CPR on you. If it weren't for her efforts...I shudder to think what might have..." he spoke in a shaky voice and tears fell down his cheeks. The revelation that Candace, my lust interest, had saved my life reverberated thru my mind. The rescue had all the melodrama of a teenage romance novel except for one twist; my hero was a voluptuous blonde hottie. I was thrilled by the realization that I would be spending the next two days with Candace. For most of the afternoon and evening, I was in a state of flux. I barely slept and it didn't go unnoticed by my father. I tossed and turned in a vain effort to catch some z's but my mind was totally preoccupied with thoughts of Candace. Except for the pleasantries we exchanged at work, I knew very little about Candace. But, just thinking about her made my heart beat faster. Well past midnight, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling as an endless procession of thoughts and doubts predominated my thinking. "What should I wear? What do I say? Will she think I'm a dork?" I kept asking myself. Sometime before dawn, I finally fell asleep but woke to the sound of my father's voice. "Julie, I'm leaving for work in about fifteen minutes. Do you need anything?" He asked with concern. I slowly shook my head "no" and gave my dad a big hug. When he left my room, I dashed into the bathroom. My last shower was two days ago and was I feeling very ripe and smelly. Quickly I washed and threw on a fresh sports T, panties and French braided my hair. I landed in my bed just as my father was announcing his departure and Candace's arrival. As I lay there trying to appear nonchalant, I heard footsteps in the hallway. Candace knocked on the door jamb holding a tray with a tea pot and mug. She looked positively stunning in a pair of skin tight shorts and bare mid riff T shirt that displayed her six pack abs. "Hey Julie, thought you might like some herbal tea," She said in the sweetest voice. "Sure," I said barely above a whisper and sat up in bed. Candace was pouring the tea when I remembered I wasn't wearing a bra. Although I'm an "A" cup, I have very long, prominent nipples that were poking against the thin fabric of my T shirt. Feeling shy in the presence of someone I barely knew, as discretely as possible, I pulled the bed sheet up to my neck. As I sipped the hot tea, I felt her gaze but couldn't find the strength to look at her. "Do you like the tea?" she asked soothingly. "Yes, delicious," I said in a low voice with my eyes downcast. God! I sounded like a nit wit! "How are you feeling?" she inquired with concern and sat on the side of my bed. "Ok, pretty good actually," I said quietly and slowly shifted my gaze upward to her radiant face. Candace was looking across my bed at a framed picture of my mother on the nightstand. As she leaned over me to retrieve the photo, I inhaled the light, sensual odor of a perfume or body powder she was wearing. Light wisps trickled into my nose with erotic appeal. "Girl, you are the spitting image of your mother. She's very pretty," Candace said admiringly. "Thanks, I miss her a lot" I said bashfully and I felt my face redden. Candace regarded me with piercing blue eyes. "I guess I should explain..." I said solemnly and recalled the sad story for her. As I spoke about the past, my nervousness seemed to vanish. Candace's complete attention was focused on me and it bolstered my confidence. But, as I neared the end, my lower lip quivered with emotion and tears pooled in my eyes. All the stored overwrought feelings of the last few days tumbled out of my psyche. Candace held me in her sinewy arms as I bawled. "Thanks for rescuing me," I stated in a blubbering but very grateful way. "You would have done the same for me," she said in an emotion filled voice. Slowly I regained some self control but the indescribably erotic feeling of Candace's hard body against mine was intoxicating. Involuntarily, I nuzzled against her silky neck and gave it a light but sensual peck. Candace pulled back and regarded me with a mixture of wonder and curiosity. For the first time, I held her unwavering gaze without fear or shyness. "Julie...I...ah..." She stammered. The sudden musical ring of my cell phone startled us. As I spoke with my best friend Becky, Candace took the tea tray to the kitchen with an amused expression on her face. Becky had just heard about my accident and wanted to visit later that day. Before Candace returned, an overwhelming sensation of fatigue took hold of me and I lay back on the pillows with half closed eyes. Little did I realize that my body was still in recovery mode and required lots of rest. "Julie, you ok?" she asked with concern. "I'm kinda sleepy," I said in a dreamy voice. Candace sat next me and took my hand in hers. "Oh, your hands are cold," she stated with worry and brought them up to her warm cheek. It was an endearing gesture that made me smile as I drifted toward slumber. I woke to the sight of Becky sitting next to my bed, reading a magazine. "What time is it?" I asked in a croaking voice. "Almost 4 o'clock; I never thought you'd wake up," Becky stated with exasperation. "Where's Candace?" I inquired innocently. "The big blonde girl? She left an hour ago when I showed up," Becky stated in a matter of fact tone. Slowly I roused myself and after a quick trip to the bathroom, recounted my near demise at the pool. "You mean the girl that was here...ah...what's her name?" she fumbled for the word. "Candace," I said finishing her thought. "She's the one that saved your sorry ass?" Becky asked in amazement. "Yeah," I answered in a dreamy voice. "Shit! She could rescue me any day," Becky crowed. During her first year at college, Becky had several same sex encounters and was now admittedly bi sexual. Long before Becky confided in me about her sexuality, we became the best of friends. She was the outspoken extrovert while I was conservative and quiet. Surely an odd couple but the chemistry was right for an enduring friendship. Becky was staring at me with a very curious but intense look. "You like her!" she crowed excitedly. "Oh...ah...I...yeah, she's very nice?" I stuttered trying lamely to deflect the real meaning. "Bullshit Jule! You know damn well what I'm saying," she stated with annoyance. I'm sure my face was beet red from her revelation. But, it was useless trying to con Becky. "Fuck Jule, it finally happened to you," she said like some wise mystic with a broad grin on her attractive face. Most of the time, I spoke freely with Becky. I knew in my heart that we shared a sisterly bond but on this matter, I was completely tongue tied. "Beck...I...ah...you see..." I stammered like some drooling fool with downcast eyes. "...and you need some advice," she stated completing my sentence. I slowly brought my gaze up to meet hers. "In some ways, it's a heck of a lot better than being with a guy," she said with first hand knowledge. "It is?" I asked sounding like a total twit. "Jesus girl, I can see this isn't going to be easy," she said with mild frustration. My undivided attention was focused on Becky. "For one thing, we, us girls I mean, know what and where it feels good. We're softer and if I say so myself, we smell better!" She exclaimed with a laughing face. Becky was right about the smell. The fragrance from Candace's body fueled my sexual yearning. "Plus, once a girl goes down on you...Oh sweet Jesus!" she said with religious fervor, then broke out in song. "Nothin could be finer than her lickin my vagina in the mornin..." she sang in a happy voice. Normally explicit talk of this nature would make me blush but my comfort level was so high with Becky that I was beginning to feel hot and bothered instead. In spite of my reserved demeanor, I was no stranger to sex. In fact, at the age of fifteen, I discovered I was downright horny. Although I was officially a virgin, I explored the carnal pleasures of the flesh starting in a big way during senior year of high school. It progressed from the typical hot make out sessions, to groping and finally oral pleasure. For my eighteenth birthday, my boyfriend Salvatore or Sal, treated me to dinner at my favorite restaurant and afterward we went to a teen dance club until midnight. Sal was the intelligent, sensitive type with the added bonus of a great body. A real Italian Stallion. I was routinely giving him head without any thought of reciprocation. On my birthday night we were parked in our usual spot at lovers' lane when Sal kissed down my chest until his lips engulfed a nipple. He absolutely loved sucking my tits and my pussy would cream from his energetic lips. My body was aflame from Sal's talented sucking but instead of sitting up to receive his blow job, he was unzipping my jeans and pulling them down my legs. Before I had a chance to react, Sal did a face plant on my silky undies and mouthed my pussy. An incredible feeling of lust spread through my body and I squirmed in anticipation. Slowly and seductively my panties slid down my legs and the cool night air gave me goose bumps. I could hear Sal's labored breathing when a warm breath blew gently across my furry mound. I sighed deeply with pleasure and acceptance of the act to come. Sal looked up at me with an expression of pure lust as I spread my legs wide for him. His first few licks were hesitant and exploratory but he quickly got into a rhythm. Over time, and with my help, Sal became very proficient in the art of cunnilingus and I craved it on a regular basis. "Yo Jule, pay attention," Becky said loudly snapping me out of my daydream. My pussy was quivering from my recollections of Sal. "I see you're getting into the spirit of things," she said in a naughty tone and pointed at my chest. My nipples were hard and poking mightily against my T shirt. "So are you," I said in a spirited voice and pointed to her boobs. Becky and I had slender builds with excellent muscle tone but that's were the similarities ended. She was blonde with mischievous green eyes and although her breasts were bigger, the nipples were like two pink kisses. "Where was I...oh...and most important, no fear of pregnancy," she said with scholarly assurance. "Ok but what...I mean how do I..." I was stammering again. "...get things started," she said finishing my question once more. As Becky pondered my question, my crotch was twitching and damp from the sexually charged atmosphere. "God, I need some relief!" my mind screamed at me. Whenever I was boyfriendless, as was the case at that time, I diddled myself frequently. With Becky lost in thought, my hand spontaneously snuck into my panties. My slit was creaming and it lubricated a finger lazily stroking up and down. "Umm...hmm...umm," I quietly moaned as a slimy digit slid over my clit. "Jule!" Becky cried when she noticed my illicit action and although it startled me, I was powerless to stop. As I closed my eyes, my fingers picked up speed and squishing noises filled the air. I was masturbating in front of my best friend, a first for us but long overdue. Becky pulled the bed sheet down until my strumming hand buried in my undies came into view. "Oh...umm...umm," I moaned louder in a breathless voice. Suddenly, I found the panties too confining and whipped them down my legs. With my legs spread and Becky's eyes glued to my pussy, I frigged myself with abandon. I noticed that Becky's face had a hungry look and was gradually moving lower toward my sloppy sex. When it was scant inches away, I stopped my furiously working fingers and pushed my throbbing pussy onto her lips. Any sense of morality or decorum that I possessed flew right out the window as Becky's tongue lapped me intensely but gently. "Ooh...oh Beck...ah...umm," I panted out loud. With the sounds of slurping and sucking resonating in the room, I threw my legs over Becky's shoulders when she took hold of my butt. She was right, nothing could be finer. "Goddamn Beck!" I cried out and grabbed fistfuls of bed sheet as my pussy pulsated with intense sensations. Summer Song Smack! The surprise blow landed across the right side of my face just as I opened the door. Immensely stinging, right away I closed my hand over the exact spot that had just been hit. Finding the nearest wall behind me I slid down it and sat on the wooden floor, now painted black with the darkness of the moonlight. Tears immediately welled up in my eyes. I wanted to scream. I didn't know what I did wrong. I didn't even know who had hit me. A voice broke the tearful silence and spoke sadly while trying to hold and comfort me. "Hunter, baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby." Dark brown eyes came into focus, along with perfectly coifed brown hair. It was Charlie, my ex-boyfriend. Who had been labeled an 'ex' as of noon that same day. "Get off me! Why are you here!" I let out in a sort of shriek. "But, I didn't mean t- I was just mad! You know what? Never mind. Fuck you! You deserved it," Charlie spat to me. Tears began flowing in bountiful masses from my eyes and down my cheeks just before he spoke once again. "You've been acting like such a little bitch to be honest. And, little do you know, I had a new little twink sucking on this pipe, cause you didn't want to." Charlie said while grabbing his crotch obscenely. "Go away, just go... Please." I asked him slowly. "I'll go when I'm good and ready." A second voice came along clear as day, interrupting this anger filled, one-sided conversation. "Which should be right now." I looked up to see the face of my neighbor, the godly recluse from 3C who moved in a couple months ago, he looked confused at the scene unfolding before him and then suddenly stone-faced and looking hard at Charlie. "Who the fuck are you, man?! Mind your business." Charlie spoke with look of disdain crossing his face. "I'm Hunters neighbor, and his friend. And I think it's time for you to get your ass off of this property." "Nobody asked you for thoughts, fuck-face." Charlie threw a hand over his shoulder as if to shoo the Neighbor-god away. But just as his hand came across the front of the neighbor, it was like Neighbor-god had cat like reflexes. He grabbed Charlie's hand, turning it full circle so that it was underneath Charlie's back. Holding Charlie's arm in this position he pulled him into the hall between both apartments and slammed his face against the door of the apartment across the hall. Leaning in real close he said barely audible. "Look here, piece of shit. Don't you come back here messin' with this kid, or I'll hunt you down. You got it?" He told Charlie, basically screaming the last part into his ear. His voice thick with some type of southern accent. It was so new, in all my 19 years of life had I been turned on by a southern accent. But here I was feeling the all-familiar tingle in my groin. After some time, Charlie remained silent. Neighbor god spoke again. "And I'm willing to bet I could get your address from Hunter here." He finished with a smirk on his face. This moment was a new type of moment because knowing Charlie, I knew he didn't want to give up this fight but in this position. And with his arm mobility becoming a chance of luck, he had no choice. From my angle I could see that this randomly reclusive hero could've easily broken this abusive boyfriends arm, but maybe that's what charlie needed. A lesson in manners and how to treat people. I sat there quietly, tears still streaming down my face, but I didn't sob I just cried and watched as my neighbor came to my rescue while letting my mind flutter back to the thoughts of: 'What if this guy wouldn't have been passing through the hall? What if he hadn't been here at all? What would've happened? Could Charlie really have been capable of serious damage?' I was brought out my state of overanalyzing when I heard Charlie's voice speak in a pained tone saying "Alright man, fuck. I'll go!" He was let go without a moment's notice and dropped to the floor still clutching his hurt arm in his lap. He lifted off of his knees and shook it off. While dusting his leather jacket for imaginary dirt, he looked at me like I was nothing and spat "We're done. Bitch." Before leaving a second later. I just sat there staring at the ground in front of my shoes until his voice broke my hurt-induced trance, he came down onto a knee to look directly into my eyes. I felt captured immediately. This man was gorgeous & masculine. A lovely new distraction. Yup, that's what he was, a distraction. One of the purest kinds. One without pain, a beautiful one with bright blonde hair and slight curls that framed his face. a left dimple and a small beauty mark right below his right cheek. He has shockingly blue eyes, not dark blue, but light almost turquoise. Looking into his face made me feel like a helicopter approaching a deserted island complete with nothing but clear waters and palm tree canopies filled with birds singing summer songs. Laying on the beach underneath his muscular frame as his cock finds my most sensitive spot and slides inside me. Scratching at his broad shoulders as the pain subsides. He looks at me with caring eyes. "Are you alright hunt?" I nodded a slow yes, trying to bring myself away from staring. Slowly, clothes start to reappear and we're no longer on the beach... just my apartment. "Who was that? ...a friend? your drug dealer?" He spoke slowly on the last part not knowing whether he should cross the line. I simply nodded He looked at me shocked "Well no, I don't do drugs." I took one long look at his beautifully constructed face before clearing my throat and continuing. "He was my boyfriend." To be continued. Summer Song Author's Note: Hey everyone! This here is my first submission to the site in a while and I hope everyone likes it. Fair warning though, this involves some recreational drug use, the use of a homophobic slur said in anger and some obscure references. If you're into stories just for sex, this might not be for you. It doesn't start until after quite a bit of talking. There's definitely some sex tho', both gentle and rough-ish, with some dirty talking. Super huge thanks to the awesome LaRascasse for editing this monstrosity of a story. He was patient, incredibly helpful and reined in some of my worst tendencies. If you notice anything you don't like about it, think I goofed on the one line in Spanish or that I know very little about auto-repair...well, that's on me and not him. He's the best. Anyways, enjoy * "I'm hot," Gabby said as she tilted her head up, somewhat counter-intuitively towards the sun. She thought about what she said. She didn't mean it in the sense of physical attractiveness, although she knew that there was some truth to that too. Not that she thought there was any one way to look "hot". She rejected that paradigm. Still, if she ever doubted whether or not she fit into the traditional concept of Hollywood-approved beauty, she would always remember when she'd been asked as a Sophomore by some sleazy photographer guy if he could take nudes of her for some "Coeds of the Pac-12" special some men's magazine was running. She'd turned him down. She didn't have any hang-ups about nudity, mind you. She just didn't like the way those magazines objectified women and presented that narrow definition of beauty that she did, though, fit into. No, Gabby was hot because it was hot - the sun was out, it was the dead of summer and they were somewhere in the desert. Reasons for anyone to be uncomfortably hot. Gabby thought about that. All the confluences that had to happen for her, just one of seven billion souls to be on this big turning world orbiting that big ball of fire up there. How its rays were both amazing and fearsome, capable of creating life and taking it. How the weather, something seemingly random, caused huge ripples in people's lives, ripples that she knew created other ripples. She wondered about those ripples. What would happen because it was hot today, she wondered. Would someone die? Someone be born? She smiled at the thought. Maybe two people would be working somewhere together and, because it was so hot they'd be wearing a little less than they normally did and they'd talk about the heat and realize they liked each other and then they'd make love. What ripples would that have? Gabby's mind had a tendency to wander when she was stoned. And she was stoned. She could feel it, the joint she'd smoked at their last stop. Her mouth was dry and her hands felt heavy as bricks and her mind just kept wandering all over the place. She hadn't intended to smoke the whole joint, it was powerful stuff, but Fin had taken a long time eating and she'd strolled off and lit it up and before she knew it, she'd burned it down to the crudely made cardboard filter. "It's crazy that it's hot, huh?" Gabby said, turning her eyes from the sun and back towards the road. There, at the side of the road, Fin was looking sadly at the rusted, beaten looking husk of a 1986 Pontiac Parisienne. Not that Fin knew anything about cars. Gabby didn't either. She only knew the make, model and year because they'd only bought it a week ago. Fin was Gabby's boyfriend. Well, Fin would have said that anyway. Gabby would have said "Traveling Companion." She would have meant it both literally and figuratively. Figuratively, it meant that Fin was someone Gabby had been introduced to during her Senior year at college as a guy who sold weed and various other soft drugs and was a good guy to know for when she was so inclined. They'd hit it off and started sleeping together. True, Gabby knew, some people would think that meant they were boyfriend and girlfriend or something along those lines but Gabby tended to reject those labels. They were together for this chapter of her life, traveling down life's path together. She didn't think it would last forever though. It meant they'd decided to go on a trip, in every possible sense. They'd both graduated and decided to spend the summer driving around the country. Going wherever they wanted. True, Gabby thought, Fin would also make references to hitting enough music festivals and concerts to unload whatever weed and molly he had before he "joined the real world" when the summer was over but that didn't bother her. She wanted to go to those festivals too and knew that Fin was still financing most of the trip through that. She did reject the notion that the world Fin wanted them to join was any "realer" than the one she was in now although, she knew, that was just the difference in who they were. Fin thought they were just in some dumb, drugged up college phase. For Gabby, it wasn't about the drugs. Even when she wasn't high she didn't want to just fit into either the suburban yuppie thing Fin was pushing her towards or the pretentious, hipster-y stuff her other friends seemed bound for. Desperately looking for "authenticity" in some gentrified urban neighborhood where you paid twelve dollars for an artisanal peanut butter sandwich seemed just as fake to her. Gabby just wanted to forge her own path, do her own thing. So she was traveling with Fin. For now. "Although I do kind of want a peanut butter sandwich," Gabby said to nobody, continuing her thought process out loud. Fin rested his hands on his hips and looked at her, wiping the sweat off his brow in what Gabby thought was exaggerated annoyance. Gabby began walking back to the car, sort of. She stood on one foot and then hopped to the other foot, holding her arms out so as to balance herself. She did it only a few times until the jumping motion caused her discomfort. Sometimes she wished she had smaller boobs. Or that she'd worn a bra. She looked down at her chest. Her shirt, a loose and flowy chemise with a nice little neckline had been very comfortable and cute when she'd put it on that morning at the motel was now clinging noticeably to the sweaty skin of her large breasts. "Fin, do you ever wish I had smaller boobs?" "Jeez, Gabby, how high are you?" Fin asked. Gabby paused for a second as she performed an internal diagnostic. "Really high," Gabby said, reporting her findings "Do we have anything to eat or drink?" "You should have had something to eat when we stopped," Fin said, ducking his head back under the hood of the car. "All they had were burgers." Gabby said. "You could have had fries," Fin said Gabby stopped. She wanted to say that just about every fast-food place fried their fries in animal fat but she couldn't. At that moment she had lost any sense of her righteous indignation about the practices of the fast-food industry. Her munchies were in control now. She could have had fries and desperately, more than anything in the world, she wanted french fries at that moment. "Fuck, why didn't I order fries?" she wondered wistfully. Fin slammed the hood of the car down. "Dammit, Gabby" he said, "I'm trying to fix the car." "Did you?" Gabby asked hopefully. She didn't mind being in the desert, with its amazing shades of browns and reds, stretching as far in front of her as she could see. It was an incredible landscape. She wished she could paint it. She wished she could paint. "No," Fin said, "I told you we should have gone with the Oldsmobile," Gabby frowned. Buying crappy cars, driving them until they busted, that had been Fin's idea. He'd even compared it to rescuing animals from a shelter, knowing that would make it impossible for Gabby to refuse. Finding old machines and giving them one last taste of the highway, that was how he put it. Gabby had wanted to just buy a decent van and have a regular place to sleep at night. "Fritz spoke to me though." Gabby said, patting the hood of the brown Pontiac she had christened as such. "It had a vibe that told me it'd take me where I wanted to go." "Well, did you want to get stranded on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere?" Fin asked, clearly exasperated. Gabby sighed. She sometimes really didn't like Fin when they weren't in a similar state of sobriety. He had that rich kid tendency to complain when everything didn't go his way. Gabby, who'd been raised by a single mother and, at times, her grandparents had developed her easy-going ways because, so often, things didn't go her way. A busted car wasn't the end of the world. More still, Gabby realized something thrilling as Fin described where they were as "nowhere". She didn't know where she was. She didn't know what the nearest town was in any direction. She didn't even know what state they were in. Gabby tried remembering the road markers but there'd been so many over the last few days. 191? 160? 491? It was one of those. "Something good will come of this," Gabby said, leaning back against the car before jumping forward. Her butt was covered by her cut-offs but the hot metal was not pleasant against the backs of her thighs. Fin shook his head as he looked at her. "Nobody's even driven by for an hour." he said as he pulled his phone from his pocket, "Lucky for you one of us is responsible." If she'd been sober, and in the mood for a fight, Gabby would have said that it actually wasn't the most responsible thing in the world to have had your father buy you a 700 dollar smart phone and pay for the admittedly impressive coverage that got him a signal even where they were but, well, Gabby didn't have time for that. All thoughts of protest at Fin's categorization of their various levels of responsibility were waylaid by something that, in her state, seemed far more pressing and relevant. The weird looking bug on the ground. Gabby was entranced. 2. It was a long time until the tow-truck arrived, the sun still high in the afternoon sky. Gabby had spent most of that time in the back seat of the car, feeling like a pirate who'd found buried treasure. She'd forgotten about the little farmer's stand they'd passed the previous day and the small bag of carrots she'd bought. They weren't french fries, no, but they were indescribably good in her altered state. Crunchy and sweet and still fresh enough that they parched much of her thirst. Gabby thought they very well might have been the best carrots ever grown. Fin, however, seemed to only be annoyed by the delay. Seemingly paranoid and jumpy at every noise or car that drove by. Gabby had offered Fin the other joint in her pocket in an effort to mellow him out but he'd refused, citing concern about law enforcement. Gabby knew he was paranoid about all of the drugs in his suitcase. Gabby again found herself wishing Fin hadn't brought them. True, Fin had said that selling them would pay for most of their trip but Gabby still didn't think it would be worth the stress. As Gabby thought about getting arrested, she realized an uncomfortable truth. Fin wasn't joining her on her wavelength but they were equalizing, just not in the way Gabby had wanted. Coming down from her high meant she was beginning to share some of Fin's impatience with their situation. Gabby may have been described by most as a "free spirit" and that may have been code for space cadet or something even less charitable but she wasn't stupid or entirely carefree. She knew that spending the night in the car wasn't ideal, that the Desert had coyotes among various other things. So she was more than a little relieved when she heard a car approach them and slow down. More so when she looked out the window and saw that, indeed, it was a tow-truck. "I'm going to go say hi," Gabby said as the truck pulled alongside them, opening the wonky back door after only two unsuccessful attempts. "Babe, don't," Fin said, turning around quickly from where he was sitting in the front, still looking nervous. "Why?" Gabby asked, her arm still on the door. Fin looked at her like she was an idiot. "Hot girl stranded on the side of the road when a seemingly friendly stranger approaches? Like, a hundred different horror movies have started this way." he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Don't be stupid," Gabby laughed. Gabby got out of the car and stretched her tired body, her hands both above her head and seemingly reaching for the still impossibly hot sun. She reveled in the feeling of it's rays before finally looking to the shiny frame of the truck that had pulled up in front of them. The first thing that struck her was the truck itself. Gabby had assumed it would be old and worn out, much like Fritz and while it definitely looked old, it was an entirely different idea of the word. It looked like a tow-truck right out of the 40's or 50's that had been meticulously restored and maintained. There was some writing on one of the side doors, advertising a "Lonely Valley Customs and Repairs" along with a phone-number. It looked, Gabby decided, like something someone loved and cared for. Gabby liked the truck immediately. Then the door opened. Gabby had assumed the driver would be male. In her head she'd pictured some cheerful, heavy-set man who would be all jokes and smiles. Sort of the human representation of that tow-truck from that stupid animated movie her little brother had liked so much. Instantly she saw it wasn't. It took her a second to realize it was a woman but it was a woman all the same. Tall and thin, with one side of her head shaved and the other covered with a brushed over bob of dark black hair. She looked like one of the cool girls in her high school. Not the popular ones, the cool ones. The ones who smoked during gym class and rolled their eyes at everything. The girls that Gabby liked even if they sometimes goofed on her for being a bit spacey. She was strikingly tall (at least a few inches taller than Gabby's 5'4 frame) with copper-y colored skin, sharp cheekbones and thin, pale lips. The one ear Gabby could see was pierced by at least five different hoops, it was tough to count at a distance, and her dark, almond eyes highlighted by a judicious application of dark eyeliner. The mystery driver wasn't dressed as expected either. Instead of the greasy coveralls Gabby had assumed, her and Fin's rescuer was wearing a loose, sleeveless black T-shirt that revealing lean, strong looking tattooed arms and similarly loose fitting cargo pants slung low on her slim hips. Gabby thought she had a really great sort of goth-y, sort of punky, androgynous thing going on and, beyond that, she just looked cool. Something that quelled even the slightest hint of Fin-inspired horror movie thoughts she might have been having. "Wow, look at you," Gabby paused. Had she said that or just thought it? It took her a second to realize it was neither. The tow-truck driver had said it to her. In fact, the two of them had locked eyes. Gabby thought the driver had great eyes. "Hi," Gabby said, smiling broadly, "We need your help." "Right, yeah, I spoke to some dude on the phone though." the driver said, still looking at Gabby's eyes. Gabby knew people liked her eyes. They were blue, a rich blue. Fin had said they reminded him of the blue of the Caribbean sea. Gabby, who'd never traveled anywhere interesting like that, had only appreciated the compliment. "That's me," said Fin, having gotten out of the car as well, "You said maybe you can fix the car?" "Technically, I said I could take a look," she clarified, "See if it's something small, I can get you on your way, but if it's a real problem, well...I'm not really a mechanic. My cousin Dougie is the mechanic I just drive the truck. I'm handy enough but considering it's a really old beast you've got there and-" "Great," Fin said, throwing his hands up as he interrupted her, "Well, I'd like to get on the road so if you could take that look..." Gabby shot Fin a dirty look. She didn't like anyone being rude to people, especially not someone who was helping them out. Gabby had waitressed the last summer and generally viewed people who were rude to service industry employees as the lowest of the low. Fin wasn't usually like that. Gabby watched as the truck driver gave him a blank stare for a few seconds, then turned back to her. Gabby gave her, what she hoped was, a shrug of apology. The driver smiled and walked around to the hood of the car as Fin got into the driver's seat. Propping it open, she leaned forward to inspect the old engine. As she did, Gabby could see that rather than skinny, the driver was just lean and with a fair amount of tone to her well-inked arms. Gabby tried to make them out from a few feet away. There were initials in stylized script "T.G.R." and a heart that had a name in the middle of it "Mary" and there was a tribal pattern and what looked like the black wings of a raven on her shoulder, although Gabby was guessing at the bird because the driver's shirt only showed the wing on her shoulder and Gabby found herself wishing that the driver's shirt was off and then, Gabby realized, the woman she was staring at was looking back at her. "I just..." Gabby tried to think of a reason for what she was doing and failed. The driver simply chuckled and turned back to the car. "Alright," the driver said loudly, still with a smile on her face, "Give it a shot." Gabby heard the car engine sputter as Fin turned the key. "Come on, you piece of shit," Gabby heard Fin say through the window. The car, however, didn't listen. It just sputtered and groaned. Gabby felt deathly sad as the thing Fin had described as like an animal seemingly wheezed its last breath. Fin turned the keys again but again, just more sputtering. "OK, OK," the driver said, "No need. It's toast. Injection's all fucked up, going to need to replace the whole thing." "Fuck," Fin said, slamming his hands against the wheel. Gabby, who didn't know anything about cars, didn't know what that meant but assumed it was bad. "Don't spaz out," she said, wiping her hands on her pants, "I'll hook you up, take you into town and Dougie will get you back on the road." Fin grumbled but, after a second, clearly resigned himself to not getting back on the road. "Sure, should I ride with you or..." he said The driver looked at Gabby, then back at Fin. "Nah, only really room for the two of us in the cab." she said, "You stay put and blondie can ride with me." Gabby liked the sound of that. She really liked that tow truck and, truthfully, the idea of riding in it sounded a lot better to her than being in a car that was being towed. Plus, she wanted to talk to their mysterious savior. Part of why she had wanted to go on the trip was the idea of meeting people, hearing their stories. Spending an afternoon with just randoms. Just having new experiences in general. "I don't know," he said, scratching his chin and looking back and forth between the two women. "Why not?" Gabby said, "I really want to ride in that truck, look at it. It's old but shiny." "It's not really safe to ride off with strangers Gab," Fin said. Gabby furrowed her brow. She didn't know why Fin was still looking more worried than a simple ride should have made him. They'd done much more dangerous things together. "Look, dude-" the driver started but Gabby interrupted her. "Fin's right." she said and saw the Truck Driver's face dip a little, "So I'm Gabby and, like I said, this is Fin." The driver smiled. "I'm Dex." she said, clearly getting the idea. Gabby turned back to Fin. "See? Now none of us are strangers" Gabby exclaimed triumphantly. Fin, however, just rolled his eyes and got back into the car. "Whatever." Summer Song 3. The nearest town, it turned out, was about a twenty-five minute drive. Gabby, whose high was just about gone, found her talkative, goofy nature recede a little. She'd thought she'd spend the time talking to Dex. Getting her story. Inside the cab of the truck, which was indeed an incredible machine, Gabby found herself shy, something she almost never felt. Outside of a few glances and more Tattoo counting she barely said a word for the whole drive. Every now and then she would cast a glance Dex's way, however, and find the driver looking back at her, causing both of them to quickly return their eyes to the road. It was 25 minutes of silence that was somehow both awkward and, interestingly to Gabby, charged. Eventually the truck turned into the Lonely Valley auto shop that was advertised on the truck's side and Dex brought it to a stop in the middle of a small lot in front of the garage. The garage, much like the truck, seemed like an appealing blend of old and new. There were a few old, junky looking cars in the lot, including a black one that immediately caught Gabby's eyes as seeming cool. "Well, here it is." Dex said, finally breaking the silence. Gabby nodded and got out of the truck, shutting the door behind her just as she saw Fin get out of the Fritz. Dex got out too and Gabby walked around to be on the same side of the two of them. "So," Dex said, "I figured I'll leave the car here for now and Dougie can look at it in the morning and let you know the deal." "Fine," Fin said, "But you should know that I only spent like, a thousand on the car in the first place. If it's as bad as you say I don't think it makes sense to pay to fix it." Gabby nodded. She knew that made sense even if the idea of Fritz dying filled her with a deep sadness. Dex shrugged. "Fine, by me. If that's your call there's a bus station in town." Dex said. Gabby looked over at Fin, hoping to look reassuring. After all, wasn't this what they wanted? Adventure? A trip that wasn't just staying at some resort, safe from anything interesting? Fin, however, looked as annoyed as he had since the car started to sputter and die along the side of the highway. "Fine," he said, "At least tell me there's a motel in town." Dex nodded "Yeah, the Valley Inn, over on route 4." "OK, fine," Fin said, "Can you drive us?" Dex shook her head. "No, I can give you the name of a cab that will though." Dex said, looking over at Gabby. "But I don't think she should go with you." "Excuse me?" Gabby asked, unsure of what she meant. "Yeah, excuse you?" Fin repeated, sounding a little surer. "Look, it's stupid, I know," Dex said with a shrug, "But this is pretty conservative country and I know it sounds crazy but the owner there is this crazy Bible-y dude and he doesn't rent rooms to unmarried couples." "What?" Fin exclaimed "Seriously," Gabby added, "Is it 1958?" "Hey, don't look at me," Dex, said, her hands raised in a union of frustration, "My first night in town he got one look at me and wouldn't even rent me a single." "Fine," Fin said, clearly too tired to contest the point "We'll just get two rooms." "Two rooms?" Gabby said, looking back at Fin. Truth was she didn't have nearly as much money saved as Fin did for the trip and didn't like spending it all on Motel rooms. Even splitting them with Fin was eating into what she had, she didn't like the idea of getting one herself. "I'll pay for it Gabby," he said "Fin, I don't want this trip to be about you paying for everything," Gabby protested, "It's as much my adventure as yours and..." "And even if that did work out money wise," Dex interjected, "The guy's not stupid. If you came in and put two rooms on your credit card he'd get what was up." "So what should we do?" Gabby asked "We could say we're married," Fin suggested, Gabby frowned at the idea for a couple reasons. She decided to go with the more pressing one. "Fin, you know I don't like lying," Gabby said. She didn't. If this motel owner wouldn't rent her the room honestly, she wouldn't demean herself and force the issue. Dex looked back at Gabby. "Look, I'm going to make a suggestion and it may not be a lovebird's paradise situation but I think it'll work work." Dex said confidently, "You", she said, pointing to Fin, "Go call the cab and get a motel room." Fin nodded, looking skeptical. "And you," Dex continued, pointing at Gabby, "Come with me and crash on my couch for the night. In the morning the both of you meet up back here and either the car is fixed and you go on your merry way or it's not and you can head over to the bus station." Gabby smiled. That actually sounded good. She'd been in motel rooms for days and while she was used to a certain level of living rough, she did like the idea of sleeping in a real place where people lived. Plus, she was relieved that Dex seemed cool enough with her to make the offer. The awkwardness of the drive over had planted some doubts about whether or not Dex liked her although, Gabby thought, that was probably still some of the come down from the joint. "Oh my god, do you have a real shower?" Gabby said, "Because I hate motel showers." Gabby said that with conviction. She was discovering she very much hated motel showers. And her last two showers had both been motel showers, one of which was interrupted by a cockroach the size of her thumb. "Good water pressure, big tank." Dex nodded, "Put in the shower head myself" "Oh my god, I love you," Gabby said, practically feeling the shower already. However she found herself feeling a little embarrassed by her exclamation. "Bullshit," Fin interjected Clearly, Gabby thought, he was less enthused with the plan. "Why bullshit?" Dex asked, sounding surprised. Gabby looked over at Fin who looked a little lost for a reason as to why it was, in his words, bullshit. Eventually, though he seemed to settle on something. "How come she can crash with you and I can't" he said, sounding like a hurt kid who wasn't invited to a birthday party. "Clearly, bro," Dex said, emphasizing the masculine, "You've never been a woman before. Inviting strange dudes you just met into your house is sketchy at the best of times. I don't know, you might beat me up or something." "And strange women is fine?" Fin continued, pointing at Gabby. "Well, it is more my forte" Dex said with a knowing smile before pointing her hand in Gabby's direction, "Besides, she's what? A hundred and fifteen pounds? I think I'll be OK." Gabby didn't know why but she felt strangely insulted by that. The idea that she was incapable of doing serious harm to strangers due to her size seemed oddly demeaning. She felt an urge to stick up for her potential for danger. "You don't know..." Gabby said defiantly, "I could be a Ninja." Dex laughed. But it was an amused laugh, not a mean one. Gabby smiled. "I'll take my chances, Shinobi." Fin, however, seemed less amused and pointed his finger right into Dex's chest. Something Dex seemed very amused by. "Look, if you think I'm going to let her go home with you..." Now it was Gabby's turn to be upset. "Let me?" Gabby said, feeling the very unusual feeling of anger rise inside her, "Fin, it's not your place 'let' me do anything and, quite frankly, I think maybe you spending the night alone would give you time to think on where you got that shit." Fin looked at Gabby and, apparently got the message, as his expression softened, then he looked over at Dex and looked worried again. Then he threw his hands up in surrender. "Fine. Spend the night at her place and we'll meet back up here at 10." "Eleven." Dex said, "I tend to sleep in." "Fine, eleven." Fin said, clearly not willing to put up a fight on anything anymore. After an exchange of relevant numbers with Dex, Fin called his cab and the three waited, still standing by the truck. After a while Gabby realized something very strange and concerning. Fin hadn't gotten his bag out of the back of their car and there was, Gabby remembered, a lot of drugs in it. Gabby didn't know exactly how much Fin had with him but she knew it was a lot. He was usually just a small time dealer, selling quarters to college kids and such, but he'd sold his car to invest heavily in a lot of stuff for the trip to sell. Gabby had protested at first, citing the risk involved but Fin had guaranteed her it would be fine. Gabby, however, had felt vindicated by how paranoid Fin seemed to be every time they passed a cop car. So when Gabby saw Fin walk off without getting his bag, she knew she should say something. She didn't like the idea of Fin being terrified of being busted himself but letting someone else shoulder that risk. "Fin, don't you think you should get your clothes from the back?" Gabby said, hoping her emphasizing the word clothes the way she did would indicate she actually meant the drugs. Fin looked at her, then back at the car and then back at her. "The car will be safe here, right?" he said, looking at Dex. Dex gestured upwards, pointing towards the eight foot chain link fence topped with razor wire that surrounded the repair shop lot. Finn nodded and smiled. "Then nah, I think I'll wear these clothes tomorrow." Fin said, "Rather than, you know, risk carrying around all of those...clothes." "Fin," Gabby said, her tone getting firm "I really think that the nice people here, who are doing us a big favor, would not want to be responsible if someone found your...clothes." Gabby's words hung in the air as Fin looked at her. Clearly Fin thought his risk in carrying the drugs around outweighed the jeopardy of leaving them in someone else's unknowing hands. "Hey, Alan Turing and the Bletchley Circle," Dex said sarcastically after a few seconds of silence "Kudos on the impenetrable code and everything but if you've got some pot or something in the car don't worry about it, it'll be safe." "Really?" Gabby said, surprised at Dex's ready insistence to commit what amounted to a felony. "No," Fin said, opening the trunk and lifting his suitcase out, "I think I'll take my bag after all. Could use the fresh clothes." Gabby thought about that a second. "Clothes doesn't mean drugs any more, right?" she asked Fin in a low whisper. Fin nodded impatiently. Before there was a chance to answer a four-door sedan pulled up outside of the lot and a short, dark-skinned latino man emerged from it. "Hey Luis," Dex shouted from across the lot, "You sober enough to take this nice gentleman out to the motel." "Soy más sobrio de lo que nunca has estado, gringa." the man said. Gabby didn't speak Spanish, however, so it was lost on her. "Well, it's not saying much," Dex shrugged "But it'll do." "Alright, call me if anything goes wrong," Fin said, leaning down to kiss Gabby on the cheek before turning once more to stare daggers at Dex, "Don't let anything happen to her. We're leaving here in the morning. Together." "Don't worry," Dex said with a smile, "She'll be in good hands." Fin frowned at that. "Also," he said "Remember to tell your cousin not to fix it if it'll cost anything real." "OK," Dex nodded. "And even though I've got the...clothes, tell him not to, you know, touch anything else in the trunk. Gabby's stuff is still in there." Gabby smiled a little at that. After a day of pretty solidly acting like an asshole, Gabby thought there was a degree of chivalry in caring about her stuff. Gabby wasn't carrying much, a few changes of clothes, her meager savings and some personal items but there was a gold locket her grandfather had given her that meant a lot. It was nice, Gabby thought, to be reminded that Fin wasn't a total asshole. "Fine I'll tell him, now, vamanos. Luis doesn't have all night." Dex said and, as if prompted, the cab's horn honked. Fin nodded and Gabby watched as he walked across the lot. Annoyed that he kept looking over his shoulder back at her, she made a waving motion as if to beckon him onward. Eventually he threw his bag onto the back seat of the cab before getting in himself. "Your boyfriend is kind of an asshole," Dex said, watching the cab drive away. "He's not my boyfriend," Gabby said. "No?" Dex said, sounding intrigued, "Well, I mean, he is and he isn't," Gabby said, "I mean we're together but I don't like labels like that. I had a really good metaphor about him and traveling earlier but I can't remember it." Dex nodded, clearly not entirely sure of what Gabby meant. "Well, he's an asshole anyway." Gabby nodded. "I mean, okay I see how you'd think that right now but...not usually though." she said, feeling a need to stick up for him somewhat even as she admitted that, from everything Dex had seen of him, there was no real cause for the dark-haired girl to think anything else. "Sure," Dex nodded without much conviction, "Want to grab your bag and we'll split?" Gabby shook her head. "Nah. I'll leave it here if it's all the same." "You don't need clean clothes?" Dex asked, "And, remember I don't have access to the Enigma machine so I just mean clothes." Gabby nodded. She didn't get the reference. "No, my clothes are all dirty anyway." she said, "I probably need to hit up a laundromat before we split tomorrow." Dex nodded and slapped the tow truck. "Wanna split?" she said, Gabby nodded, a little thrilled at the idea of spending more time with the pretty punk chick, resolving not to let the next ride be so silent. "It's a great truck, by the way," Gabby said as she watched Dex unhook Fritz the Car from the tow. "Yeah, it's OK. My cousin Doug built it." Dex shrugged "What's its name?" Gabby asked absentmindedly. "Name?" Dex asked, looking confused. "Yeah, don't you name your cars?" Gabby wondered as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Dex let the question hang in the air for a second. Staring at Gabby like she was trying to solve an invisible puzzle written on Gabby's forehead. Gabby cringed a little inside. She didn't want to come off as too much of a space cadet, especially not to someone who seemed as smart and cool as Dex was. "You're a little bit weird, huh?" Dex said, still in that same wry, above-it-all tone she seemed to use for everything. Gabby nodded. "That's what people tell me," she said, wishing very much she could go back in time a few minutes. Dex, however, seemed to notice that and shook her head with a laugh. "Nah, it's cool," she said reassuringly, "I like weird." Gabby couldn't help it. She beamed. 4. For the second time that day, Gabby found herself alone in the cab of the tow truck with the mysterious dark haired girl. Again, there was a charged energy. Gabby had thought that, maybe, it had originally simply been her mind playing a trick on her. That the pot had triggered the sort of hyper-awareness in her that it occasionally did. But when she and Dex had gotten into the truck the second time Gabby had been in the process of putting her seat belt on when she realized she couldn't find where it connected. "Oh yeah, it falls beneath the seat sometimes," Dex said, noticing the problem. The punk-y girl had reached over and gently placed her hand on Gabby's left hip to nudge her momentarily aside. Gabby, who was no longer stoned, couldn't mistake the charge she felt when Dex's long fingers had just brushed her hip. There was definitely something going on. Something that Gabby didn't want to think about too much or define just in case it was, even if real, entirely one-sided. Dex had pulled the missing piece of plastic free and Gabby had done up her belt and had begun talking. Yammering really. She couldn't stop. She felt like she couldn't bear the silence of the first ride again and so she filled it with rapid, nervous talk. Mainly about her philosophy and how it had gotten her to that side of road on the desert. "...so, yeah, you know everyone I went to college with it was all the same. You'd think they'd relax a little bit and take some time to find themselves once they'd gotten into a good school but everyone was all like, 'I have to get the right major and get great grades and be in the right sorority and the right grad school otherwise I might be poor when I graduate and there's nothing worse than being poor, right?' and, like, nobody ever even took a class that maybe would have expanded their horizons or maybe shown them they didn't want to be a doctor or a lawyer or whatever. Even when they partied it was all like, just some steam valve letting off pressure, you know? Just really ugly stuff where they'd drink way too much and take drugs for all the wrong reasons and have completely impersonal sex with random people and, I don't know, I just wasn't like that. You know?" Dex looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. It was only then that Gabby realized she'd been talking for about five minutes straight. "Yeah, I've seen college kids before. But what I asked you was why you were on this trip in the first place." Gabby nodded. She'd heard the question and thought she'd answered it but, realized, she'd really just gotten to the preamble. "I just, I just didn't want to fit into that, I guess. Everybody had everything so planned and they were so concerned with starting their careers right away and I just wanted to get out there, you know? Take a step without knowing where I'd end up. I've never traveled before really and I guess I just wanted to have a ton of experiences before I settled anywhere. I want to dance in New Orleans and cross the Mississippi and finally swim in the Atlantic and see an Alligator and get really stoned and eat Ben and Jerry's right from the factory and, you know?" Dex laughed. Gabby was used to people laughing at her when she got going and was concerned at once that Dex thought she was dumb or weird but it wasn't a mean laugh. It was, Gabby thought, a delighted one. A laugh Gabby liked a lot. "Alright, I asked," Dex said, "So it raises the question, though, I mean your boyfriend-" "He's not my-" "Right, right," Dex corrected herself, "Your traveling companion doesn't seem to be quite on that same sort of hippy spirit journey thing." Gabby nodded. She understood, given what Dex had seen of Fin, to not understand why the two of them were together. Well, not together together, Gabby thought. But together. "Yeah, Fin, I mean Fin was different when I met him. He was really laid back and fun and he's an amazing guitar player." Gabby said, not sure if she was defending Fin or her choice in that regard, "We'd sometimes just go into these woods near school with a picnic and he'd have his guitar and we'd just chill or make love or hang out. He didn't seem to be faking anything just to get into my pants. He wasn't like everyone else then." "And now?" Dex asked "I don't know," Gabby said, "More and more I'm thinking that Fin, the Fin I really liked, that he was just someone who thought those things were distractions. That being cool like that and even I was just a temporary thing. Like he knew he was eventually going to be like everyone else but he figured, you know, because his Dad was already so rich then rather than panic and stress out about being rich one day he could goof off until it was time to just go have it given to him." Gabby let that hang in the air for a second. If she was defending Fin, she realized, she wasn't doing much of a job of it. "But, you know, he did come with me." Gabby said, redoubling her efforts, "And he even sold this incredible car his dad bought him so he could finance the trip and he does want to take care of me, which is nice even though I can take care of myself." Gabby decided to change the subject. The truth was the difference between Good Fin and Bad Fin was something that bummed her out. Summer Song "And FYI," Gabby said, "I get that calling me a hippy is convenient shorthand for people but I don't like it." Dex looked over at Gabby and, Gabby thought, looked genuinely worried that she might have upset her. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I like what you're saying, you know, I've been kind of a wanderer myself all my life and I think your whole thing is actually really cool." "Sorry," Gabby said, feeling like she'd maybe snapped too hard at Dex for something she was, admittedly, sensitive about "Just, you know, I think when people call me that it's like they're accusing me of, like, cosplaying what I think people did in the 60's, you know? Like I'm trying to fit into some movie I saw. Like I went out to the mall and bought a bunch of clothing to fit an image. But you know, I bought this shirt because it was five bucks at a thrift shop and I liked it." Dex looked down at the shirt. Gabby noticed that it was something Dex had done more than once. Gabby looked down too and realized that, between going bra-less and it still clinging to her because of the heat, the thin cotton of her blouse was not leaving a ton to the imagination. "It's a nice shirt," Dex said with a sly smile. "Thanks," Gabby said, unsure of how she felt. She often left herself a little exposed like that and sometimes got really creeped out by how guys would stare at her. Gabby, to her surprise, found she liked the looks Dex was giving her. Still, every second left her in that charged awkwardness and she moved ahead. "Anyways," Gabby said, "I'm not trying to be anything. I'm just me." Dex smiled, "Well," Dex said, "If it means anything, and trust me this isn't something I say a lot, I think I'm starting to like you." Gabby smiled. The words meant a startling amount to her. She didn't want to parse what they meant specifically or why she was saying them or how much it had to do with the way Dex had admired her...shirt but either way, she liked Dex. She was smart and sarcastic and cynical in a way that, Gabby thought, was both charming and transparent. Revealing a real vulnerability beneath the tough exterior. And again it was an incredible exterior. Sitting closer to her, Gabby could take better look at her lean, sinewy arms and the incredible artwork on them. Gabby had never gotten a tattoo, she'd always been afraid of the needle, but looking at Dex and the beauty and permanence of what she had inscribed on her flesh, Gabby began regretting her cowardice. Gabby again felt her nerves overtake her and her eyes whipped from Dex's body to the road. She tried to distract herself with the passing scenery, the long expanses of brush and desert and gorgeous rocks in the background and even managed for a while. It was stark but beautiful country. "So, you're from the West Coast then?" Gabby looked back and smiled, "Yeah, kind of," Gabby said, "I lived with my mom in Reno sometimes but mainly with my Grandparents in California." "Huh," Dex nodded, "And is that where you got all of this free spirit stuff?" Gabby chuckled. "Not really. I mean my mom is just a mess. She'd just ship me to the coast whenever she got a new boyfriend who didn't want to deal with a kid around or just got bored or whatever and my grandmother is pretty strict about stuff. But my grandfather..." Gabby paused for a second. It had been a year since her Grandfather had died and she really hadn't talked about it much. Not even with Fin. Still, she somehow felt able to do it with Dex. "My grandfather was this awesome guy. Like, not at all a hippy or anything, he was an electrician and he'd been in the army and all that and he was actually kind of conservative but the one thing he was always about was not letting other people tell you what to do, you know? Like in a town full of people who were all about football and hunting and stuff he was, like, super into gardening and bird watching just because it was what he loved." Gabby thought back on those days and a very warm feeling came over her. "I remembered we'd go into the woods where he'd built this blind and we'd just sit there quietly for hours, he bought me my own binoculars and I'd have the little note pad and when he'd see something he'd say 'Quick, Little Blue Jay', he called me Blue Jay because of my eyes and he'd tell me to look and then I'd write down what it was and..." Gabby stopped. She realized that if she said another word about her Grandfather she'd probably start crying. It had been a year and she still wasn't entirely over it. Now there was a different sort of silence in the car. One that Dex broke. "That's funny," Dex said, "What is?" Gabby asked, relieved at a change in subject but not sure what was funny about her favorite memory. "No, it's just, I've got a sort of similar story. My dad's a useless prick and my mom died when I was 8 and so I got sent to live with my Grandfather up in Washington." "Oh," Gabby smiled, it was a coincidence. "Well," Dex said, some of the sarcasm finding her again, "I say my Grandfather but it was really my Great Aunt. She was a nice lady, took in both me and my cousin. My Grandfather was around, though, he was this tough old guy, Full blooded Chinook Indian. Didn't have much patience for us but he'd sometimes get hammered though and tell us these stories about the old legends. Used to call me and my cousin Little Bear and Little Crow Girl." "Why?" Gabby said, unfamiliar with what Dex was referring to, "Just in the old stories, the animals had all these personalities and stuff. Doug, my cousin, he was always big and sweet so he was Bear. Me, I've been a shit disturber my whole life, always being a headache for someone or another and apparently Crow was the ultimate trickster and prankster and such." "Oh," Gabby said, smiling at finally getting the joke. Blue Jay and Crow. "Yeah, you see this," Dex said and, taking one hand off the wheel, reached back to the collar of her shirt and pulled, revealing more of the wing on her back. Gabby looked intently as the copper-skinned girl revealed more of what she eventually saw was a gorgeously lifelike depiction of a Crow in flight, "I got this cause of that." "Oh." Gabby said, feeling sad again, "So he's gone?" "Who my Grandfather?" Dex said with a laugh, "Fuck no. He's still up there. If Death does ever come for him Gramps will probably just kick the old spirit in the nuts and fuck Death's wife." Gabby laughed too. Dex looked back at her shoulder briefly before letting her shirt fall back and retaking the wheel. "Nah, but the night before Doug left for basic training the two of us got crazy fucked up and I got the Crow done and he got the Bear." Gabby nodded. She wondered if every tattoo had a similar story. She started looking at Dex's arms again, wanting to ask her about each one. Especially, and with an interesting feeling that if Gabby didn't know better she might describe as Jealousy, the heart that read "Mary". Gabby decided to take things in a different direction. "So how'd you end up here?" Gabby said as Dex pulled the truck off the main road. Clearly they were near their destination. "Well, I took off at 18 and spent a couple of years just, I don't know, getting into all kinds of shit when all of the blue I get tracked down by this lawyer, right? Remember the useless father I told you about?" Dex said, "Well, he had a mildly less useless father. My other grandfather." "And he lived here?" Gabby said, still not entirely sure where "here" was. "Apparently." Dex shrugged, "I never met the guy and he was apparently kind of a prick but he did know about me and so when he died I was his last living relative so he left me the house he had and his little garage in town. Like I said, I'm no mechanic so I was about to sell the place for what I could get but then Doug got discharged and found me and he's fucking crazy about cars so I let him have the business." "Oh," Gabby said, "So you stayed," "Yeah," Dex said, sounding conflicted about it, "I know it's not much and not where I thought I'd end up but, like I said, I had a free house and Doug's the only real family I've got so I stuck around and I do odds and ends for the shop. Doug's really built it into a legit business too. We maybe did some shady shit at the beginning. Gabby looked over at her. For a second she wanted to ask what "shady shit" entailed but thought the better of it. "Now, though," Dex continued, "It's mainly just fixing SUV's for soccer moms and towing the cars of hot chicks before taking them back to my place and seducing them." Gabby paused at that. For a second she thought that maybe she'd heard things. That maybe it was her imagination playing tricks on her. But she looked over at Dex and Dex was looking at her and there was absolutely no doubt in Gabby's mind that she'd heard correctly. "Sorry?' Gabby said, brushing some of her hair behind her ear as she thought about the idea of being seduced. "You heard me," Dex said confidently as she pulled onto yet another smaller road. Gabby couldn't help but smile. She couldn't even begin to process the actual realities of what Dex had said but there was something undeniably thrilling about just having Dex acknowledge that what Gabby had been feeling all day was, well, real. Still, Gabby wasn't sure how she felt about being confronted with the reality of it and tried to play it off. "That happens a lot, does it?" Gabby asked, hoping she was sounding coy while inside a dozen little fireworks of excitement and apprehension and nerves were going off. It felt like she had butterflies in her stomach, only if the butterflies had been set on fire and were jet-powered. "Nah, you're going to be the first," Dex said as the car came to a stop. Gabby hadn't even realized they'd arrived but she saw that they had pulled up in front of a garage attached to a small ranch-style house. Gabby watched as Dex shut the car off, her dark eyes practically sparkling back at hers, and got out. Gabby sat in the car for a bit to contemplate how the last few moments of their conversation had been dropped like atom bombs. True, Gabby realized, all they were were an acknowledgment of the tension that Gabby, and apparently Dex, had been feeling all day. Still, it was something for it to have been said out loud. And so casually. For a second Gabby resented that. The casualness of it. Dex had simply assumed that she would seduce her. That if she had simply taken Gabby home that the two would end up in bed together. But then Gabby realized, it wasn't a prediction at all. It was just that Dex had a deeper awareness of what was going on than Gabby did. As Gabby admiringly watched Dex's lithe, lean, inked form walk around the front of the truck, seemingly as calm as Gabby was nervous and her step full of that same Don't Give a Fuck swagger that she'd shown all day, Gabby knew it wasn't a question of whether she was about to be seduced. She already was. "You coming?" Gabby was snapped out of her thoughts by the pretty dark haired girl's voice, holding her front door open and looking expectantly out at her. Gabby hesitated. She thought about all of her nerves and about Fin and about the fact that she knew what would happen if she spent the night at Dex's house and how it both terrified her and excited her more than she'd ever been before. So much so that she could feel it inside her. Her already heated body getting more so, feeling a slickness between her legs that spoke to just how much her imagination was already running away with her. "Well," Gabby thought as she opened her passenger side door, "You did say you wanted new experiences." 5. Dex was a good kisser. And a fast one. Almost as soon as Gabby had crossed the threshold into Dex's front room and had seen Dex waiting for her, the two had been in each other's arms. It was a hungry kiss on Dex's part. Fierce and insistent. Her pale pink lips soft to the touch and her hands strong and firm on the back of Gabby's back. Gabby, who typically liked the softer side of things when it came to the bedroom, was stunned by how much she liked what was going on. Usually when she was kissed hard, it was done poorly. Too roughly, with very little concern for her own sensation. Just someone jamming their tongue down her throat with little regard for the build-up. Dex, however, was a wonderful mix of the slow and the hungry. Her tongue playful and letting Gabby's own tongue respond and caress. In fact, Gabby was surprised to discover, soon she was a very equal partner in the kiss, the tension of the day spilling out of her in unexpected ways. She bit at Dex's lower lip and felt her hands gripping Dex's firm butt tightly against her. In response Dex positioned her leg between Gabby's legs and Gabby surprised herself by spreading them slightly, wrapping herself around Dex's strong leg and finally filling a desperate need by rubbing herself against Dex's muscular thigh. She groaned as she finally felt some pressure against her sex, even if it was just a leg and there were two layers of clothing still separating them. She felt Dex's hand slide up her shirt and cup at her breasts and felt how stiff her nipples were only when the center of Dex's palms pressed against them and squeezed, eliciting a moan from Gabby. Dex's hands were strong and, like the rest of her skin, hot to the touch. Again, Dex seemed an incredible mix of the strong and the soft. In the past many of Gabby's lovers had thought that, because her breasts were large they weren't sensitive, that they could be kneaded like dough. But Dex's touch was soft and skilled while still being firm. Still betraying a desire for more. But it was Dex's hand on her breast that also caused Gabby to pause. To feel self-conscious. Enough so that she broke the kiss. Dex took this as an encouraging sign, apparently, and began kissing at Gabby's neck. Again the feeling was amazing but Gabby's mind began to wander as she felt Dex's hot breath and lips on her and how Dex seemed to want to lick every part of Gabby's body. "Dex, wait," Gabby said, "Could we slow down for a second?" Dex stopped although, Gabby could tell, there was a great deal of reluctance there. The taller girl took her face from the blonde's neck and even took a bit of a step back so they weren't quite so pressed together. "What's wrong?' Dex asked, clearly surprised. Nothing Gabby had done, she'd known, indicated she didn't want things to go further. In fact, she did want things to go further. Much further. She just wanted a break. "Look, I know this is strange but is there anyway we could just pause this for a second?" Gabby said, "I meant what I said about the shower. I haven't had a decent one in days and I feel pretty sticky and gross and, I don't know, if I'm going to be with you I kind of want to be at my best." Dex exhaled. It was clearly one of frustration but, Gabby noted, unlike sometimes in the past when she'd told a guy to slow down, it wasn't an angry or disappointed frustration. Dex just clearly wanted Gabby very much. Something Gabby had to admit she liked a a lot. "Yeah, I mean so you know, I would still bang you if you were much, much dirtier than you are right now," Dex said, "Like, without a second thought but I get it. Follow me." Gabby nodded with a smile. She really appreciated the gesture. She followed Dex through the house, noting that for someone who had apparently lived there for years, it looked nearly empty. There was some nice old furniture but almost nothing on the walls, the small TV in front of the couch was on top of a milk carton and the video game system beneath it was inside said milk carton. It looked like one of the many off-campus apartments Gabby had been in over the years. "Yeah," Dex said, "As you can see, I never really settled. I don't know, I always expected to be moving on, I guess." Gabby nodded. But more than just receiving an answer to what she was wondering, she liked that it seemed like Dex knew what she was thinking. Some part of Gabby's brain knew that Dex simply must have had to say that to anybody she brought home but Gabby always liked it when there seemed to be a sort of unspoken connection between her and who she was with. Like they were on a similar thought wave. It was a small bathroom near to what Gabby thought looked like a main bedroom that Dex showed her to. There was a modern looking shower inside and Gabby really did enjoy the sight of it. "Want me to join you?" Dex said in a low, suggestive whisper as she wrapped her arms around Gabby's waist from behind, her lips nuzzling at Gabby's ears. Gabby again let herself relax into Dex's arms as she felt Dex's hands both reach up for her breasts and moaned at the sensation. "I'll just be a minute," Gabby said, doing her best not to listen to the instinct that was telling her to simply do whatever it was that Dex wanted, "And I've always found shower sex to be trickier than it was sexy." "Yeah, me too." Dex said, sounding genuine even though it had another exhale of frustration with it. She gave Gabby a quick peck on the cheek before letting her go. "I'll be out here if you need me," Dex said, "You can see the towels." Gabby smiled back at Dex as the door closed. Quickly, she pulled her shirt over her head and pulled down her shorts and underwear, glad to finally be rid of them. She could feel her wetness though with every step and she knew she wanted to make it a quick shower. Just enough to feel a little less dirty and then get right back to where she left off. Dex's shower was relatively simple, something Gabby was thankful for as she remembered from various sleepovers and nights out how she hated having to try and work out a new one and always ended up burned or freezing. The water rushed out of the new looking shower head with a lovely coolness and Gabby decided to enjoy it. The heat of the day finally getting to her as she felt instantly refreshed. She let the water cascade down her body, soaking her hair and running down her back. She felt ten degrees cooler within seconds. But she didn't dawdle. She didn't want to be in there long. She wanted to be with Dex. She wanted to feel Dex's hands on her and her lips and she wanted the shower to be over. Confident that she'd washed the accumulated few days of travel off of her. Gabby got out and grabbed one of the clean white towels Dex had pointed her to. As she dried, Gabby couldn't help but admire the curves of her own body. She wasn't tall, no, but her legs were long and well shaped.. She had a generous swell to her hips that tapered off to a narrow waist and flat stomach before swelling again at her large, jutting breasts. Two grapefruit sized teardrops, the same lightly tanned color of the rest of her with small brown nipples that seemed even harder now as the cooler night air ran over her damp skin. Gabby didn't know why she was assessing herself so. To her it was just her body. Something she knew well and was used to and didn't worry about much. But, she knew, it was the same reason she'd wanted the shower. She was so attracted to Dex, her copper skin and expressive eyes, the curve of her strong arms and the silky black of her hair and, well, everything about her. Gabby couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. She was more attracted to Dex, Gabby thought, than even she'd realized. Gabby just wanted Dex to find her equally sexy and, to Gabby, that meant being at her best. For a second she wished she had something frilly and lacy to wear. The kind of thing that girls in the movies would come out in after they said they had to slip into something more comfortable. But Gabby didn't have anything other than her dirty shorts and grimy shirt. So Gabby, after taking a deep breath and steeling her nerves, opened the bathroom door and simply walked out naked. Not lingerie, she thought, but it would do in a pinch. Summer Song 6. "Hey," Gabby hadn't known what to say. The girls in the movies in their lingerie, Gabby remembered, they always had the perfect come on. But when she walked out of the bathroom and found Dex sitting on the corner of her bed, her attention distracted by some magazine, Gabby couldn't think of a single thing other than how much she wanted to be kissing her again. "Hey" would have to do. "Fuck me," Dex said. Gabby could see that Dex was trying to play it cool but there was a way that Dex's big eyes looked at her that let Gabby know that she'd made the right decision. That Dex was impressed by her body, a fact that made Gabby feel even sexier. She liked rendering the tough punk chick speechless. "I don't have clean clothes," Gabby said, "And I figured you wouldn't mind." "Just wow," Dex said, standing up from the bed and running her hand lightly over Gabby's naked stomach, "You go in there all scruffy hippy chick and walk out a Playboy bunny." "Is that good?" Gabby said, unsure of how she felt about that. She'd seen a few Playboys in her day and didn't think of herself like the girls in there. Artificially posed for the enjoyment of men. "Well, maybe from back in the 70's," Dex said as she ran her fingers, lower. Down her stomach to the light golden curls that were just above Gabby's glistening sex, "When they had incredible real tits and looked like cute little surfer girls." Gabby smiled. She liked that idea much more. Dex's hands moved to the Gabby's hips and ran along them, still just with her fingertips, just a light point of contact leaving a trail of heat across Gabby's body. Gabby wanted to feel those fingers everywhere. Still, Gabby thought about her own fingers, now lightly running up Dex's arms and began to realize that she would soon find herself in unfamiliar territory. "Just, you know, you should know that I'm..." "What, straight?" Dex said, amused by the seeming incongruity of it. Gabby shook her head. "I don't think of it like that," she said, "But it's like, I don't really eat meat, right? But I don't call myself a vegetarian. But whenever I've been hungry I'm still driven by not wanting to eat meat so I don't, right? But sometimes I see a hamburger and I'm like, oh that looks good and I want one but then I think that I don't even know how to eat hamburgers or how they'll make me feel or how I should eat it so that the Hamburger is happy, you know?" The words hung in the air for a second, Gabby knew she had rambled and made very little sense. "Are you literally comparing me to a piece of meat?" Dex said, her eyes narrowing and a smile creeping on her face. "No," Gabby said, feeling embarrassed and searching herself for the words she wanted to say, "I think of myself as being pretty fluid, you know? Like if I'm with a guy I really like and want to be with I'm not straight so much as I am straight around him. Does that make sense?" "Sure," Dex said as she leaned down and began lightly brushing her lips against Gabby's shoulder. Small kisses from her clavicle to her neck and then towards her mouth. "So, you know," Gabby said, feeling her pulse quickening and her breath shallowing, "I won't know what to do." "Girl, I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you," Dex said, whispering hungrily into her ear, "And I'm done waiting." Gabby felt Dex's hands grip her butt and spin her around, pressing her against the small wooden dresser alongside the bed. Dex was kissing her again, even hungrier than before and Gabby only paused a second before she was again wrapping her legs around Dex's lean frame, her hands twisting in Dex's dark shirt and pulling her closer. Gabby didn't tend to care much for the F word when it came to sex. She liked saying sex or making love or something along those lines. Fuck always seemed violent to her and violence, in Gabby's mind, was the opposite of what she wanted to do with someone she liked. But there was something about the way Dex touched her, about the ferocity of it, about how it spoke to a desire that Gabby knew she had as well that made it seem right. More than right, Gabby thought, thrilling. She wanted to fuck Dex. She wanted Dex to fuck her. Dex's mouth wasn't on hers from long. It again kissed at Gabby's neck but kept traveling downward, landing on the generous slope of her breasts, Dex's mouth and teeth and tongue alternating between the two, licking and sucking and gently biting at her nipples. Hungrily sucking her flesh inside her mouth and leaving it damp with spit and ever so slightly tender. Gabby loved the sensation, wanting Dex to linger at her breasts for as long as she wanted but soon saw Dex's desires lay elsewhere. Dex dropped to her knees, her mouth kissing down Gabby's stomach to her inner thighs. Gabby moaned at the feeling even as she felt some trepidation. Gabby, in the past, hadn't been a big fan of guys going down on her. Not that it didn't feel good, it did, but mentally Gabby always thought it was either something they were doing out of obligation or in the transactional hope that it would result in a blowjob. Gabby thought there tended to be something fake there and, when Gabby was with someone she wanted honesty. She wanted them to be doing something they wanted to be doing. "Holy fuck," Gabby moaned as she felt Dex's tongue run along the length of her wet lips. Her long, soft tongue caressing her folds and rolling over her clit. Gabby immediately realized there was no artifice to this at all. Dex's eyes were looking up at her with delight as her tongue slipped inside her, seemingly well confident in what her tongue could do to the face of who she was with. Gabby groaned as Dex started licking her deeply. Feeling every contortion and twist of Dex's seemingly prehensile tongue as it explored her fully. Long slow licks as well as fast flickers of a darting tongue that left Gabby breathless and her hands bunched in Dex's hair, pulling her closer. She wanted to feel Dex's tongue as deep inside her as possible. Dex obliged, her tongue finding places and sensations inside Gabby's cunt that made her knees buckle with jolts of pure pleasure. Gabby felt like she was being consumed, Dex's insistent mouth clearly reveling in every sensation of it to. Touch, taste, smell, sound and, with her big eyes still looking up at her lover's grinning face, the sight of it. Gabby couldn't help but laugh. A joyful sound. Despite the ferocity, there was a playfulness to what Dex was doing to her. A teasing. Dex's tongue would find a sensitive spot and Gabby would plead for more and Dex would use the information against her mercilessly. Giving her a little of what she wanted before withdrawing then finding it again. Gabby felt her legs widen, wanting to spread them to give Dex even more access to her and felt her lover's strong hands lift one of her legs up and around her so that the back of Gabby's knee was at the back of Dex's shoulder, her foot dangling in the air. "Holy shit," Gabby moaned, her newly opened stance letting Dex's tongue penetrate her even deeper. She felt the sensation make her weak and, with her leg in the air, imbalanced. Reaching behind her she attempted to grasp the dresser tighter but felt instead her arms knocking something over. Gabby turned just in time to see a trophy fall to the ground, the little Karate dude posed on top snapping off as it hit the floor. "Oh shit, I'm sorry I broke..." Dex didn't seem to notice the destruction. She just kept licking. Faster and faster and deeper and deeper, her nose brushing against Gabby's clit and sending more and more jolts of pleasure through Gabby's body. Gabby felt a pressure building inside her. One that she knew meant she was close. Each lick, each roll of the tongue, that Dex gave her contributed to it. Gabby's insides feeling like a dam holding back a current that just kept building and building. She felt herself clamp down on Dex's tongue but the tensing of her inner walls only built the tension further. Like the dam had gotten smaller as the river rose. Finally it was too much. Gabby burst. She felt her inner walls contract and she gushed all over Dex's incredible tongue. Her fingers gripping the dresser tightly almost for her safety as she felt her knees wobble and her orgasm pass through every single fiber in her. She was wordless as she came, simply breathing heavily as the wave passed through her. Little throbs from deep inside her cunt that spread around her, running up the length of her legs and into her spine and somehow cooling her off and heating her up all at once. Dex kept licking her, seemingly loving the taste of the juices that poured forth from Gabby's depths. The constant pressure seemingly prolonging the orgasm, making Gabby go almost thirty seconds until she felt her tensing body relax, her breathing return to normal and her head stop spinning. When she finally stopped, when Dex finally removed her tongue and looked up at her, her chin glistening with Gabby's wetness, Gabby tried to put into words some sort of mix of admiration and gratitude and relief. She didn't find much. "That was...wow." "Mmm," Dex replied, her teeth grazing against Gabby's inner thigh. There was something else Gabby noticed as she felt Dex's hands move around to her butt. The electricity that had been between them all day, it had changed. It was still there, somehow less and more than it was. Satiated but unsatisfied. Acknowledged but not fully explored. Gabby soon found herself being pushed down onto Dex's soft bed and Dex almost pounced back on top of her. "You Vegetarian girls taste incredible." Dex said smiling as she kissed Gabby deeply. There was less ferocity though. Simply a long slow, languid kiss. Gabby could taste herself on Dex's tongue and, she had to admit, she had no disagreements whatsoever, even if she couldn't speak to the influence of her diet in a comparative sense. "So, what do you want me to do?" Gabby said, still unsure of the dance steps of lesbian sex. Dex simply smiled. Rising up from Gabby's body she pulled the sleeveless top over her head and tugged off her thin bra, revealing her bronzed, inked torso. Gabby couldn't help but marvel at it. Wiry and strong, with clearly defined stomach muscles and taut arms but undeniably feminine. Her breasts were small and pert with large-ish brown nipples and her torso was free of ink, simply smooth bronze skin. Gabby wanted very badly to please her the way she'd been pleased. Dex, apparently, had other plans. Soon she was kissing her way back down Gabby's body. But it was slower now. Her tongue seemingly leaving a trail of moisture that touched every part of Gabby's cool skin. She licked around her areola and the undersides of her breasts and her belly button, drawing a sharp giggle from the ticklish Blonde, before again setting up shop between Gabby's legs. "I...but..." Gabby tried to protest. It wasn't her turn after all. Gabby hated it when she was in bed with someone selfish and the last thing she wanted to do was to be that way with Dex. Still, Dex seemed insistent and soon Gabby was protesting for another reason. Her orgasm had left her practically buzzing but it wasn't until she felt Dex's tongue on her clit that she realized just how sensitive she was down there. Dex's tongue running over her most sensitive point somehow felt like nails on a chalkboard, if nails on a chalkboard could somehow be both simultaneously unbearable and incredibly wonderful. "Oh god, no," Gabby protested as she realized what Dex was doing. Her tongue was dancing on her clit, rolling it and taking it between her lips and sucking slightly. Gabby felt its tip trace around it, writing letters or drawing picture or something that made Gabby squirm uncontrollably. She tried to fight it, it was too much. She felt like she would scream or faint and so she clamped her thighs tightly around Dex's head almost to protect herself from the unbearable, terrible, wonderful sensation. As she did, she found herself feeling another new and wonderful sensation. Dex's odd hairstyle left one thigh pressed against silky thick hair, the other against a freshly shaven head. The contrast was incredible and Gabby felt her grip around Dex's head loosen. Freed from Gabby's gripping thighs, Dex kept at it. Her tongue tormenting Gabby with it's slow, leisurely licks over the hood of her clit. Gabby wanted her to somehow slow down and speed up, to cut it out and never stop. Gabby felt her own hands on her breasts, the heavy orbs filling her soft hands, her fingers pinching at her sensitive nipples as she threw her head back in a violent moan as a second orgasm overtook her. Gabby whimpered as her body again shuddered in pleasure. She surrendered. She would do whatever it was Dex wanted. Whether it was passive or active. She was in her hands. Dex was her guide and she would do as instructed. Dex continued and it wasn't until she'd brought Gabby to yet another climax, this time after inserting two fingers inside her and thrusting her long, firm digits into Gabby as her tongue continued writing a novel on her clit. Finally, panting and feeling like she'd been wrung dry of every possible bit of pleasure her body could give her. Dex finally stopped, leaving Gabby panting and in, what she realized, was a bit of a damp spot on the bed. Gabby was lost in her bliss. Barely noticing it when Dex was on top of her again, their breasts pressed together and their lips meeting in slow, easy kisses. "You like," Dex said, her voice confident and as blissed out as Gabby felt. "Uh huh," Gabby nodded. Unable to think of a way to express just how much she'd liked it. Gabby, even though she didn't feel great about it, understood the contentment in Dex's voice. As much as she enjoyed her own sexual pleasure, Gabby's greatest thrill was in getting the person she was with off. Making them lose control. Dex, it seemed, was the same way and Gabby knew it was a well earned satisfaction that the taller girl felt. It was that sense of generosity that had Gabby finding some resolve to no longer simply be the one having things done to her. She rolled over onto her side as her leg snaked around Dex's back, pushing the other girl off her along with her. Now, both on their sides, Gabby's hand began exploring another woman's body in a sexual context for the first time. Her hand ran up Dex's strong forearms, tracing along with her tattoos, and then to her powerful biceps and along her rounded shoulders. Her hand continued down over Dex's breasts and over each abdominal until eventually it came to rest between Dex's legs. Gabby stroked Dex's wet lips, lightly at first, just as she'd done with the rest of Dex's body but unlike the rest of her, Gabby let her fingers linger there, go back and forth. Familiarize herself with the contours of it, how it differed from her own only slightly, feeling a lovely little shudder from Dex as she found her clit. As she did, the act of getting a woman off began to demystify for Gabby a little. She was no expert, she knew that, but she'd brought herself to many orgasms over the years and, after licking her fingers to get them wet, she found that Dex seemed to respond to Gabby's fingers similarly to Gabby did. "Mmm, that's good," Dex said, her lips finding Gabby's earlobe and tugging. Buoyed by the encouragement, Gabby rubbed a little quicker, small circular motions that repeated themselves with gradually increasing speed. She felt Gabby pause, her body stiffen as the speed increased and for the first time since they'd started making out, hell since the two had first seen each other, Gabby felt like she had something of an upper hand on the dark haired girl. "Fuck me, yes," Dex moaned. Gabby couldn't help but smile at the way Dex looked, her face contorted in pleasure. For the first time, Dex didn't seem like she had all the answers, like she was the coolest person in the room. Now, Dex just seemed like she was someone whose body was reacting to someone else's touch and with the same needs as anyone's. Gabby crouched down, her mouth licking and sucking first one of Dex's nipples into her mouth and then the other. Her fingers rubbing at an even quicker pace, the sort that Gabby used on herself when her self-exploration was perhaps interfering with her punctuality and she just needed to get off fast. She didn't want to rush Dex, far from it, but she did want to get Dex off. She wanted to know she could. Gabby was so lost in bringing the other girl off, however, that she almost didn't notice that Dex's passivity was a very temporary state. Dex's arms were long enough to reach down to between her own legs and seemed to want to mirror Gabby's actions. "No fair," Gabby whined, biting Dex's lips, "This is your turn." "Shut up and fuck me," Dex said with a laugh that Gabby could only describe as a giggle. A noise that she would have bet solid cash money against ever escaping Dex's lips. She'd made the cool girl giggle with pleasure, something Gabby found exhilarating. The two girls fucked each other like that, their hands frantically rubbing at between each others legs. Gabby again felt her legs clamp down against Dex's hand and realized that it was because she was close again. She bit her lip and tried to ignore the sensation. She couldn't cum again. She needed to make Dex cum first. She knew that there was another powerful orgasm inside her, one that she could feel approaching but that she had to resist. Gabby was not a pushover. She would get Dex off or die trying. "Fuck me, yes, oh shit, oh fuck you little sexy fuck, FUCK" Dex screamed, her hips bucked. Gabby saw her leg convulse and her stomach tighten before slamming down on Gabby's hand like a steel trap. Gabby couldn't contain her smile, grinning from ear to ear, she'd won. She'd held out. She'd made Dex cum and cum hard. Dex rode her hand as she made continued to make little cooing noises as her orgasm rose to a crest and then broke. Dex's lips broke into what looked like a stunned smile, almost as if she was scoffing in disbelief as to what Gabby had been able to do to her. "Yay," Gabby said softly, finding her voice dry from all of the pleasure she'd screamed. She nipped at Dex's collarbone, the taller girl's hands having come to a temporary rest between her own legs. "Beginner's luck," Dex said, although the smile she gave Gabby looked very appreciative. "I'm a few ahead of you." Gabby said, downplaying her accomplishment. "Well, prepare to have the smirk on your face wiped clean," Dex said as she, seemingly having regained her composure, pushed Gabby onto her back and again assumed a dominant position on top of the busty blonde sharing her bed. Gabby moaned and spread her legs wide. She had been so close to cumming herself, having to bite her lip to keep and fight her release, that she welcomed it. She bit her lip again, this time in hungry anticipation, and braced herself for the feeling of Dex's fingers on her clit. "Oh," Gabby gasped as Dex surprised her. Instead of the circular rubbing motion she was expecting, she felt as Gabby's knowing fingers only lingered on her clit a second before trailing lower down and finding her tight entrance. Gabby moaned as she felt two of Dex's fingers slide inside her and curve slightly upward before sliding out to the knuckle. Gabby relished the sensation that was, for the first time, somewhat familiar. Being penetrated like this was a welcome call back to something Gabby was familiar with. Something that she liked very much. Spreading her legs to accommodate Dex's hands she rolled her hips as Dex pushed back inside. She gasped as Dex's slightly crooked fingers, after a few seconds of searching, found a spot that made her quiver with ever little motion and pressure. Summer Song "Oh that's good," Gabby moaned, "That's really, really good," "Good," Dex said before kissing Gabby hungrily. Gabby practically squealed in excitement. This, to her, was perfect sex. The sort she was familiar with and had grown to love. A passionate lover on top of her, inside of her, reading her body. The two of them in total sync, reacting to each others needs and wants. That it was a beautiful, slender woman on top of her was new, yes, and the feeling of Dex's breasts against her own was emphasizing that but to Gabby it only brought a wonderful element of novelty to something wonderfully familiar. Novelty. The word ran through Gabby's head as she felt Dex's fingers speed up in her. Gabby knew it had two meanings. It could mean something new and a fad, a craze. Something different just for difference's sake. Gabby immediately dismissed the second as being one she meant. Dex, with her skill, gentleness and playfulness, had released something in her that she knew couldn't be put back into a bottle. Something that wouldn't go away. Being with another woman was not something that she was just experimenting with. It was, Gabby realized, a part of her sexuality. Of who she was. It hadn't been fully realized, maybe, but it was an avenue she desperately wanted to explore. And, as Gabby gasped as Dex slid a third finger inside her, she wanted that exploration to be with Dex. It was a tight fit, despite Gabby's wetness she could feel the third finger stretching her wonderfully. Reflexively she felt her inner muscles clamp around it but that only heightened the sensation of fullness. It was a new territory for her but, as Dex kissed her again, Gabby realized there was no fear of the newness. She trusted Dex. Trusted that all of the sweetness and proficiency Dex had shown at bringing her to orgasm would again manifest itself here. "You like," Dex asked, Gabby looking up into the wonderful deep, rich brown of Dex's eyes, felt that trust. She could tell Dex knew that Gabby liked it. Her moans and rolling hips betraying whatever modesty she might have felt. But she could also see it was important to Dex for her to say that she liked it. Gabby nodded her approval. Dex's hand quickened, her fingers again finding that incredibly sensitive spot inside Gabby's cunt and making sure she hit it with every thrust. Gabby's hands found the back of Dex's neck and pulled her closer, kissing her as wildly, as gratefully as she could. Dex was right. The third finger had only heightened the feeling inside her. Gabby could feel another orgasm approaching and she knew it was a big one. A deep internal pressure filled her and, as stretched as she felt, she imagined herself with absolutely nowhere for it to go. Like she might burst if it hit her and so it just grew and grew inside of her. "Fuck, Dex, god yes," Gabby moaned as her hands moved from Dex's neck to around each shoulder, her nails digging in roughly as she felt a spike of pleasure course through her. "You want to cum?" Dex asked "Uh huh," Gabby could only nod. For a second, Gabby gave into her selfishness. She wanted the orgasm inside her. Desperately. She didn't care about numbers or fairness. She just needed that sweet release. "You have to ask first," Dex said, her hand almost slamming into Gabby now, the bottom of her palm almost slapping against Gabby's clit. "Please let me cum," Gabby plead, her voice desperate, "Fuck Dex! It's sooo good." Gabby did squeal. Dex had slid in a fourth finger. Now Gabby knew she would pop. She felt stuffed, amazed that Dex had even managed to do it. But in an instant Dex was fucking her just as hard with practically her whole hand inside her. "Then cum for me bitch," Dex hissed, "Cum all over my fucking hand." Gabby shuddered. Ordinarily she'd never have allowed herself to be called that word but somehow, from Dex's lips, it felt absolutely appropriate. It didn't mean a woman who was too assertive or mean. It meant a woman giving into her raw, deep desires. Her desperate need. Gabby felt herself squeeze down around Dex's hand again and rocked her hips, she could feel her muscles spasm and her body shake as that huge orgasm remained just tantalizingly out of reach. "I said cum, bitch," Dex said again sharply. Gabby burst. Her body shaking, her voice a raw howl. Her back arched up towards her lover, she felt her juices gush from her, flooding Dex's hand with her cum. She tried rolling her hips but found she was doing it wildly, uncontrollably, bucking against Dex's hands as sparks went off inside her. Gabby could swear she saw the desert sky above her, stars twinkling in the cool black before her eyes rolled inside her head. She felt every muscle she had lock, her fingers now digging into the small of Dex's back and her toes curling. The pleasure at an intensity unlike any she'd known in her life. Gabby didn't know how long it lasted. All she knew was by the end of it she was a sweaty, panting, smiling, crying mess. Her body feeling sore and electric and utterly, completely satisfied. She felt like she was on some sort of higher plane, one she'd meant to be on before but just never reached. Lying there, Dex having rolled off of her and at her side, she felt like she had to express it somehow. This new feeling of contentment and enlightenment and oneness she felt. "That was so...fucking...awesome," she panted. 7. Gabby took a deep breath and felt a tremble inside her. She couldn't believe how sensitive her body felt. She didn't know how long it had been since Dex's hand had gotten her off. Time had passed, she was certain of that. The room was dark now, with only the gentle moonlight illuminating the bed and two bodies on it. Gabby had been vaguely aware of the passage of time but she'd been too concerned with the super charged state that Dex's hand had left her in. She felt like every part of her body was made of pop rocks. Every time a cool breeze blew across her skin or she shifted slightly so that the smooth cotton her naked body was tangled in fell against her thighs she felt like she might moan or scream or cry. "That was fucking awesome," Gabby heard herself say, her breath still coming back to her. "You know you've said that like six times now," Dex said, her head propped up on her hand, lying on her side. The small burn of the second joint that Gabby had been saving in her pocket was between her fingers and burning brightly in the dark room, joining with the moonlight to create a haunting glow that, Gabby thought, made her look like a very sexy ghost. "Oh," Gabby said, she hadn't realized she'd repeated herself that many times, "Sorry." Dex smiled. "Don't apologize, I like hearing it, but if you really wanted to stroke my ego, you could change it up a bit. You could say it was the best sex you ever had or you could say nobody's ever made you feel that way or, and I know this is a little fucked up that it turns me on, you could say I've ruined you for all men." Gabby smiled as she shifted onto her own side, letting the sheet fall off her naked chest and took the joint from Dex's hand. "I don't know if we're there yet," Gabby said taking a deep inhalation, "It was good but maybe not 'write off my entire sexual history' good." "Entire sexual history," Dex said, shaking her head, "You've really never been with a girl?" "Never," Gabby said, thinking back on her life before a look of concern spread across her face, "I was OK though, right?" "Yeah, more than OK," Dex said, leaning over to kiss Gabby on the forehead, another sensation that coursed through Gabby much more than she thought it would, "It's why it's so hard to believe. You've never wanted to or been attracted to girls or..." "No, it's not that," Gabby said, "I've always thought women were, you know, beautiful and in high school, I had this massive but kind of chaste crush on this Math teacher I had and she was, just gorgeous, but...it just never happened." "Cause you're straight?," Dex said, taking back the joint Gabby thought deeply for a second, feeling the wave of the joint combine with her post orgasmic haze and create an incredibly relaxed feeling. She looked over at Dex. She wanted to say something but wasn't sure how it would be received. In the past, when she'd said something similar she'd usually been laughed at. Dex, smart, sarcastic and sardonic, seemed like she might too. Gabby really didn't want Dex to "I said that's not it," Gabby said dismissively, "It's not about labels and it's really not about gender it's..." "What?" Dex shrugged Gabby decided that she would risk being laughed at. "Like, wavelengths, you know?" Gabby started. Dex's face looked confused but, Gabby decided, confused was better than dismissive. "Like, when I've slept with people in the past it hasn't even always been about, you know, thinking they're hot or whatever. I've just picked up on a sort of shared vibe and sometimes it turns sexual and then, you know, I have sex. I've never been like, hey, I'm getting this vibe from a girl but I'm straight so I can't do it." "That's what you had trouble saying?" Dex said, inhaling again. Gabby sat there silently for a second. "A lot of people laugh at me when I talk that way." "I mean, yeah, I wouldn't put it that way," Dex said, nodding, "But you know, there was definitely a thing between us and if you want to call it a wavelength or vibe or, whatever, yeah. I've been feeling it since I saw you. And it's like for me too, right, it's more than just, you know, the hot blonde with big tits thing that I'm pretty into." Gabby smiled. She'd been called that before but somehow that description, in Dex's words, didn't seem objectifying or anything. Just true. And Dex hadn't laughed at her. So she was feeling very comfortable. So she continued. "And I've always been open to it, you know," Gabby said, "Like Fin once asked if I wanted to have a threesome and I was like, 'Yeah, I do.' But it was different. I was like, yeah, eventually if we ever had that same vibe between us but another girl or guy was sharing it then I'd like to see how it played out with three people. In fact, when you pulled up and I felt that between us I thought, you know, maybe that's where it would lead." Now Dex did laugh. For a second Gabby thought she was laughing at her but Dex clarified "Yeah, Gab, that wasn't going to happen. Even if I liked guys." Gabby nodded. "Yeah, no, I mean. It didn't really play out that way at all. Like when Fin suggested it at first I thought it might develop naturally like that but he just suggested this girl he knew who, as he put it, was 'down for whatever.' I don't think he wanted to have that sort of shared experience, he just wanted to see me make out with a girl." "Well," Dex said, gently kissing Gabby's upper arm, "I'm glad it didn't happen like that. I'm glad I got to be your first." "Me too," Gabby said, unable to control her smile. She really, really was. Dex stubbed the joint out on an ashtray on her bed stand before leaning back into Gabby, their bodies again curving into each others with an easy fit. "Anyway I can't blame Fin too much for that. I also want to watch you make out with a girl after all." Dex whispered slyly "You do?" Gabby asked. For a second she felt a little uneasy. She thought about maybe being with two girls at once and while there was a certain element of interest there Gabby found herself feeling somewhat...jealous? It was a new feeling for Gabby and she was unsure how to process it "Absolutely," Dex said with a wink, "But only from a first person perspective." Gabby laughed. They kissed again, this time with a growing hunger. Gabby could feel herself heating up again, her skin still hot and sensitive to the touch but somehow the pot had brought up an intense desire that, amazingly, Dex still hadn't managed to quench. Dex's lips were adding greatly to that, kissing down Gabby's jaw to her ear and snaking her tongue inside before gently tugging at her earlobe with her teeth. "Fuck, I wish we had more than one night," Dex said softly "Night's not over," Gabby said, her own teeth sinking into Dex's shoulder, just above the wing of the Crow. Dex smiled and the two kissed deeply, their tongues again swirling around each others. Dex rolled Gabby onto her back and was again between her legs, grinding against her. "I want..." Dex said, breaking the kiss, "I mean, are you cool if I fuck you with a strap-on?" Gabby paused. She didn't know what to say. She'd never really used toys in the past. She wanted to shake her head no, to tell Dex that they didn't need it. That Dex's fingers and lips and tongue were more than enough for her and that she didn't know how something else, something between them, would impact things. But Gabby could see in Dex's eyes that it was something that Dex very much wanted to do and, Gabby, who felt like she hadn't done enough for Dex before, didn't want to refuse the beautiful black haired girl. "Very cool," Gabby nodded. Dex beamed even as she hopped up and reached for the small drawer on her nightstand. She pulled out the sturdy looking black harness and what Gabby thought looked like a very long, very thick cock attached. "Just..." Gabby said sitting up and clutching the sheet against her chest, feeling an odd outburst of modesty,, "Just, you know, remember I'm still learning." Dex smiled as she cinched the harness around her waist before she gently placed her hand on the middle of Gabby's chest and pushed her back down onto her back. The two wrapped themselves around each other again, embracing as they kissed. Gabby clutching the back of Dex's head as Dex cupped the soft flesh of Gabby's breasts. True, Gabby could feel the hard plastic pressed against her thigh but it didn't feel as foreign as she'd thought it might. It actually was sort of familiar. Somewhere in their embrace Dex reached down and positioned the head of the cock better, rubbing it against the outer lips of Gabby's sex. Back and forth, slowly, Dex teased Gabby with the head of it, nudging at her clit before going back down and starting over. Every time Dex would push a little but then withdraw and just rub again. Gabby's apprehension quickly melted into anticipation and, then, urgent desperation. "Come on, please," Gabby said, arching herself towards Dex. Dex just smiled that little knowing smile. "Do you want it?" Dex asked Gabby nodded. "Say it," Dex said strongly. "I want it," Gabby said, feeling herself burn with how much she did, "Give it to me." Dex thrust forward, pushing inside. Gabby groaned at the intrusion. It felt bigger than it looked and she could feel herself stretch around it. "Oh fuck,' Gabby moaned, throwing her head back as she felt the cock slide inside her. Dex tilted Gabby's head back downward and kissed her again. Soon they were making out as before, slowly and passionately, but Dex was thrusting inside her. Slow steady thrusts that Gabby thought might drive her mad they felt so good. She felt her hands wrap around Dex's back, her nails digging into her lover's skin unconsciously as another thrust brought her to yet another shudder. Her legs spread wider, wrapping around Dex's back and giving her more room to increase the tempo. Dex kept it slow though, expertly rocking the big thing out of Gabby. Letting her get used to it. Feeling the resistance give way as Gabby got wetter and wetter, allowing her to glide the thing in and out of her. Soon she was pushing in the whole thing, still in slow steady strokes that ended when there was simply no more left to push inside. Dex could feel Gabby's moans every time and decided to take her mouth away, instead kissing down to Gabby's neck and applying a sucking pressure. She wanted to mark the beautiful blonde as well as hear the noises she was creating. "Oh fuck," Gabby moaned, "It's so fucking good." Dex smiled and began thrusting faster. She had patience but she had limits. Soon she was thrusting steadily, each time at a new angle, each time with slightly more force. Gabby could feel the thickness of it, the big head rubbing along her clitoral hood with every entry and then coming to a rest deeper inside her than any one or thing had ever been. She began rolling her hips to meet Dex's thrusts and found she could have some say in the pace. Dex started going faster and faster, eventually moving Gabby's long, tanned legs from around her waist to above her shoulders. Above her, she fucked down into Gabby, pressing her against the bed. "Fuck, don't stop" Gabby begged as she felt Dex's cock hit yet another depth, one that triggered another new wave of sensations. Every angle, every position. They seemed to find something new inside her. Soon Dex was fucking her hard. Fast, the bed shaking with her thrusts. When Gabby didn't have her head thrown back and her eyes closed she could see the outline of Dex's defined muscles, straining under the force of how hard she was fucking her. Gabby had never really seen the appeal of muscly types before but now, after feeling the constant pounding and the incredible sensation it was giving her, she had a different opinion on the matter "Fuck don't stop, don't stop, don't stop" Gabby begged. "I won't fucking stop," Dex laughed. Gabby laughed too as she felt Dex shift again and this time find the spot that Gabby knew was the right one. She howled her pleasure and Dex got the message slamming into her again and again at that angle. "FUCK," Gabby howled again as she came, feeling her leg twitch and shake as the big cock drove her into a frenzy. She bucked into the thrusts now as the orgasm enveloped her, her hips riding the big cock to the wave of pleasure's regrettable conclusion. When Gabby eventually recovered, Dex was on top of her again, her breasts pressed against Gabby's larger ones and both of them panting heavily. "Did you cum?" Gabby asked "Yeah," Dex panted, biting Gabby's shoulder. "But how?" Gabby wondered. "There's this thing on the inside of the harness a nub and my clit and...yeah." Dex groaned, "I'm good with it." They lay entwined for a few seconds before Gabby felt Dex's hands on her stomach, gently withdrawing the cock. Gabby gasped as she felt the cool air on her exposed parts now, feeling open and empty and yet still incredible. "One last thing," Dex said, her hand pressing against Gabby's hips, pushing her onto her side. Gabby looked skeptical. Typically she didn't like getting fucked from behind. Being a fan of eye contact the way she was it always felt less intimate than any other position and that was before the fact that most of the time it just seemed to increase the speed, and therefore hasten the end, of the sex. "You'll like it," Dex said, seemingly reading Gabby's mind. That wavelength, again, Gabby thought as she complied. She'd liked everything else Dex had done, after all, and so rolled over onto her hands and knees and braced for Dex's entry. To her surprise though, Dex pulled her up onto her knees and sat behind her. Spreading Gabby's legs, she positioned the cock below her and pulled Gabby close so that their bodies spooned together on their knees. Gabby felt the cockhead slide into her again as she leaned backwards into Dex's body and groaned once more at its entrance. Dex rocked forward, pushing the cock up and into Gabby's cunt in a slow rocking motion as both of her arms enveloped Gabby's voluptuous frame. Dex's left arm wrapped under Gabby's left arm and curved upward, her forearm resting on Gabby's chest and her hand gently gripping around Gabby's neck. Her right arm came down over Gabby's shoulder and found it's way down between her legs. Again, Dex's skilled fingers began rubbing at Gabby's clit. Summer Song "Oh shit," Gabby moaned Dex nuzzled into Gabby's neck, licking a circle on it before biting it gently. "Do you like it?" she asked, a demanding whisper. "Yes," Gabby moaned, almost breathlessly. The combined friction of the cock inside her and the fingers on her clit something unlike anything else they'd done. Dex rocked her harder, her fingers rolling Gabby's clit faster. Her hand squeezed Gabby's throat ever so softly, just enough for her to feel pressure. Gabby moaned her pleasure. She hadn't liked rough sex in the past but this was different. Somehow being wrapped in Dex's arms and feeling her soft skin and breasts on her back made it different. She wanted Dex to be rougher. There was nothing intimidating about it. She felt a sort of surge of intensity inside her and wanted to give into it. She wanted to let every little thing she'd kept hidden out. Every secret desire, every one that she couldn't reconcile with her love of intimacy and sweetness. She wanted to be fucked. "Fuck me," Gabby said, the tone of her voice surprising her. Dex smiled and pushed Gabby down roughly onto all fours. Taking a strong grasp of Gabby's hair she began thrusting her hips roughly into her, surprised at how Gabby's body was rocking back, fucking back onto Dex's cock almost as hard as she was thrusting into her. Gabby groaned at the spike of pain from her hair being pulled and how it mixed with her pleasure to heighten it. The sort of thing she'd always dismissed. Now she was discovering it was real and it was inside her and every thrust of Dex's cock was bringing it out of her. She wanted more of it. "Spank me," Gabby asked, her cunt squeezing around the invading cock. This angle was the best yet. The big cock felt like it was rubbing her clit from the inside, a spot she'd never known she had. Dex obliged, her slick palm slapping against the cheek of Gabby's pert ass. A loud crack filled the room and Gabby moaned in delight. "Again," Gabby moaned. Again Dex delivered. Harder. Gabby liked it even more. "Harder," Gabby asked. This time Dex brought both hands down on Gabby's ass before gripping her fingers into it for leverage as she kept slamming her cock into Gabby's willing body. The pace only increased. The two fucking into each other wildly, Dex's hand occasionally cracking into Gabby's ass or pulling her hair to give Gabby that incredible jolt. The pressure of the cock building and building inside of her, Gabby feeling an orgasm about to course through her that felt huge and terrifying. "Cum for me," she heard Dex say and the rough commanding voice, it did something to her as well. Gabby came, but it was unlike the other orgasms Dex had given her that day. It was smaller and coursed through her quickly, for a second, Gabby thought she was disappointed. But then as Dex kept fucking her she had another. Another pulse, another tremor, one that zipped around her body and made her pussy contract along with her fingers and toes. Then there was another. And another. And another. The bed was shaking with Dex's thrusts and Gabby could feel the sweat dripping onto her back. But she was lost. It seemed like every second thrust there was a new one. They were overlapping, combining and merging and getting bigger every time. "Oh god FUCK DEX I fucking love you!" Gabby shouted as she felt the big one finally hit her. Slamming her, making her tremble. She couldn't thrust back, she felt completely engulfed. She couldn't even keep her head up and she collapsed onto the bed, bent over at the waist. Metaphors failed her. Gabby knew it wasn't fireworks or shooting stars or anything like that. It was just the biggest fucking orgasm of her life, one that came from deep inside her, and dwarfed any she'd had before. She felt like she'd been fucked into complete and total oblivion. She didn't know when it stopped exactly. There were still ripples and aftershocks running through her. As she felt Dex's body collapse against hers, finally spent as well, she thought it was done but it seemed like every inch of her skin that Dex's warm body touched brought out memories of what the orgasm had done and brought it back in little tingles of reminder. It was incredible. Soon Dex was again nuzzled into her neck. It was still too hot to be curled up against each other but Gabby didn't care. She didn't want to be even inches away from the lover who had brought her to such a state. She wanted to curl up against Dex and sleep for a hundred years. Eventually, slowly, and with every movement a struggle and a blessing, they found themselves back at the head of the bed, Dex with her hands behind her head in a sort of victory pose while Gabby wrapped her leg around Dex's and rested her head against the taller woman's shoulder. Both of them panting like they'd just run a marathon. Gabby could feel sleep filling her. A deep contented sleep that spoke to a sort of satisfaction she'd ever known before. Even the heat, it seemed, couldn't fight it. But Gabby struggled against it and, to her surprise, a bit of a neurosis sprang up. "Do you...want...to do more...stuff?" Gabby said, still breathing raggedly. Dex laughed. "Good lord woman, I know the dick doesn't get soft but I'm still flesh and bone." Dex said, "Aren't you done?" Gabby shook her head. "No it's just, I'm fine," Gabby clarified. She couldn't picture being any more fine. "I just feel like, you know, you did more to me than I did to you and I know how it can feel if you're with someone who doesn't seem to pay as much attention to you as you did to them and I feel like so much of this has been about me and..." Dex kissed her forehead. "Ok, first of all, you're adorable." Dex chuckled, "But you're also exhausted and I had an incredible time and I came multiple times and you were amazing and I really actually am also exhausted and want to sleep." Gabby nodded. She was exhausted. But she knew that there was a competing emotion. One she couldn't shake. "I know...it's just," Gabby hesitated, "We just have one night and I don't want it to end yet and..." Dex kissed her again. "It doesn't have to be just one night." Gabby thought about that sentiment. Half of her delighted at it, half of it rejecting it out of hand. She was on an adventure. She wanted to see the country. She didn't want to just drive a few miles and stop at the first town even if she had met the most wonderful, incredible person there. Even though it would mean no more nights like this one, Gabby felt an obligation to her journey. But, Gabby thought as sleep crept back up on her with an insistence she simply couldn't fight, she could think about all of that tomorrow. 8. Gabby enjoyed the sights and sounds of the auto shop. She'd never been in a place like that and the handful of mechanics and all of their whirring tools reminded her of science fiction cartoons. Gabby was buzzing. There was no two ways about it. She felt incredible. Even though she was still a little sore from the night before and her voice hoarse from the screaming she'd apparently done, she felt like a whole new person. Refreshed and excited and, after what had been one of the most eventful and incredible days of her life, found herself looking forward to whatever challenges the day would throw at her. She also felt very clean. Something she hadn't felt in weeks. She hadn't had the chance to feel it after her shower the night before because, well, that's when the sexytime had started but now she felt it. She'd shared a shower with Dex that morning. It had started out chaste but Dex had been unable to quit washing Gabby's breasts despite her half-serious protests and eventually it had led to more. Dex had fingerfucked her to another orgasm and Gabby, with a boldness that had surprised herself, went down on Dex before they'd had a proper shower that had left Gabby feeling terrific. Thinking back on the morning, Gabby smiled. Not simply because she was allaying her fears that she hadn't done enough for Dex given all Dex had done for her, but also in how much she'd liked the new experience of eating pussy. She'd reveled in Dex's taste and licking her to her own orgasm and found that, like Dex had done to her, it was not simply something she'd done out of obligation. In fact, as she watched Dex go from joking with one of the mechanics back towards her, she found herself wanting to taste her again. "So, the car's ready." Dex said, "Dougie's just going to drive it into the lot." "So it wasn't serious?" Gabby asked, glad Fritz would be OK. "Mmm, no," Dex said, sounding a little caught off guard by the question, "I thought it was but apparently not." "Great," Gabby said, not really feeling great about the prospect of leaving. She thought about everything that had happened and again her desire to spend more time with Dex was waging a fierce war against her desire to continue on the road. "Stay a few more days," Dex said insistently, again seeming to read Gabby's mind. The electricity, the energy between them, it didn't seem to Gabby that it had diminished at all even after all the sex. If anything, there was more of it. Gabby looked down as Dex's finger slipped inside the belt loop of Gabby's shorts and pulled a little bit, as if to keep her closer. "I can't." Gabby said, hating herself for it. With Dex's hand even near her body her mind began replaying the previous night starting with clutching Dex's dresser as Dex went down on her. How she'd knocked the stuff off and broken the trophy. How it had been one of the most incredible nights of her life. A thought flashed through Gabby's mind. Something she'd noticed at the time but didn't connect but now she thought was strange about how the previous day had played out. "Huh, you had a Tae Kwan Do trophy on your mantle." "Right," Dex nodded, looking unsure of why that had been brought up, "But I don't care about it. I don't compete any more and..." "So you're good at it," Gabby continued, "Yeah," Dex shrugged again, "I have what's known as a second Dan black belt and..." "So when you said last night that you didn't want to let Fin crash, you weren't scared of him." Gabby said, finally getting to her point. "No," Dex said, shaking her head, looking a bit like a kid who'd been caught in the cookie jar, "That was a lie." "Oh," Gabby said, considering that for a moment "Yeah, just so you know, I'm not upset or anything but I don't like lies." "Right, sorry," Dex nodded, "But in my defense I really wanted to sleep with you." Gabby smiled. She could live with it. "Still," she said, feeling a sense of obligation to stick to her point. "It was just one little lie but point taken, no more." Dex said. "Ok," Gabby said, feeling vindicated. "I mean, hey I already slept with you," Dex shrugged, that mischievous streak returning, "Next time all I'll have to say is, 'hey, remember that time you came screaming my name and saying you loved me? Let's do that again" Even as Gabby smiled at the thought that she and Dex might still have a next time she couldn't help but feel more than a little mortified at being reminded at her spontaneous expression the night before. It was something said in the middle of an incredible sensation and had felt right but, well, it was still silly. Mostly. "I didn't say that, did I?" Gabby said, trying to sound as if she didn't remember. "You fucking did," Dex said, clearly seeing through Gabby's hastily thrown up attempt at guile. "Well, remember, I'm a hippie. I drop the L-Bomb all over the place." Gabby said, trying to sound nonchalant, "I love sunsets, birds, great guitar solos. You know, it was like that." "Mmmhmm," Dex said, "I'll let you save face." Gabby was just about to protest again when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a car pull into the garage's lot. That wasn't unusual, half a dozen cars had come in and out that morning, but this was a car she recognized. It was the cab from the night before and, sure enough, it had Fin in it. Gabby watched as Fin opened the door angrily and reached inside for his bag before slamming the door shut. Catching sight of Gabby and Dex, he marched angrily towards the shop. "You fucking bitch," he said as he got near them. "You think he means me?" Dex asked innocently, causing Gabby to shake her head. Truth was she didn't know why Fin was so mad. Then, however, Gabby remembered she'd fucked Dex last night. True, Fin hadn't been the jealous type in the past but Gabby hadn't actually slept with anyone else since she'd met Fin. Still, Gabby knew Fin didn't know about that so she was back to square one. "Yes I mean you," Fin said again, practically spitting before turning to Gabby, "Do you know what happened to me last night?" Gabby shook her head. Clearly something had and she was curious. What had the stay in the super-christian motel been like? . "So I get there and yeah, there's an older looking dude behind the counter and he's got a bible on his desk and he's got a sign up that says Marriage Matters so, sure, I figure your bullshit story about him not renting to married couples is legit. So I get a room and when I wake up and I go to check out do you know who's working the counter?" "I mean, I can't know, I wasn't there," Gabby offered, "But from your tone I assume...someone else?" "No he was there. He was working it together." Fin said to Gabby before looking back at Dex, "With his husband." "That's Jeff," Dex interjected, "He's a sweetheart." "So I asked them if they had a problem with renting rooms to unmarried couples and they laughed and laughed. Because, as they put it, it's not the 40's. The bible is because they're Unitarians and "Marriage Matters" is a group campaigning for gay marriage." Gabby nodded her head before looking over to the dark haired girl who was looking sheepishly at her. "OK, so it was two lies." she said, holding up the corresponding number of fingers, "But remember my defense." "And what, it was all so you could make a move on my girlfriend?" Fin asked angrily Now Gabby looked angrily at Fin. "Fin, you know I don't like that word." she said "Shut up, Gabby," Fin snapped. "Hey," protested Gabby and Dex at the same time, causing them to look at each other and pause. "Don't talk to her like that," Dex went first. "I can handle this, Dex," Gabby said, looking back at Fin, "But, yeah, don't talk to me like that." Fin, however, kept ignoring her and stepped angrily towards Dex. By now the confrontation had caused the work in the shop to stop. The tools were not whirring and, as Gabby looked back to the mechanics, she saw that all of them were staring at Fin and Dex who were now standing only inches from each other. "What, think I won't hit you because you're a dyke?" Fin asked, angrily. "Excuse me?" Dex asked, seemingly more amused than upset. Gabby, however, was not similarly amused. "Jesus Fin, what the fuck?" Gabby asked, hopping down from the bench, "Homophobic much?" "Come on, try me," Fin said, his eyes burning in a way Gabby had never seen. He'd never been violent but clearly Dex had provoked something in him. Gabby found it really ugly, even besides the words he used, Dex hadn't really done anything to him but lie a little. Yes, she'd had sex with her, but Gabby didn't feel like that was a transgression. They'd never talked about exclusivity, she knew Fin had done stuff with other girls before and she didn't belong to Fin either way. Gabby felt the urge to punch Fin herself rising. But Dex, still inches away from Fin and with her eyes locked on his didn't even twitch a muscle. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence and, for a second, Gabby was really worried that Fin would take a swing at her. "Hey Dougie, come here a second," Dex said. One of the mechanics, the guy Dex had introduced Gabby to earlier in the day as her cousin got off his feet and walked towards them. He was huge. Tall and thick and, in some ways, looked like a much bigger male version of Dex. The bronzed skin, the tattoos, the intelligent eyes. His black hair was shaved high and tight, almost in a Mohawk, and his arms rippled with muscles. He'd seemed like a total sweetheart to Gabby when she'd been introduced to him, he talked non-stop about his two kids for almost ten minutes to her, but there was an unmistakable air of menace now with him in the room even if it didn't show on the big man's face. "What's up, Dex?" he said, seemingly nonplussed by the staredown in front of him, "Everything cool?" "Doug, how tall are you?" Dex asked. Gabby saw Fin look over at the big guy and saw his resolve waver a little. "6'5, something like that?" Doug answered "And how heavy are you?" Dex asked again, "240 about, but Debbie's trying to get me to cut down on carbs cause..." "And back when you were all-state football, what position did you play?" "Well, they mainly used me inside but sometimes they ran me outside as an edge rusher if the other team had slow tackles and..." Gabby smiled. Truth was, she just wanted the tension in the room deflated. She definitely didn't want Fin and Dex fighting and if the idea was to prove that Dougie would step in if need by, it was very welcome to Gabby. "So, 6'5, 240, Linebacker, Marine." Dex continued, "Doug, you ever threaten me before?" "Shit no," Doug said quickly. "Why not?" Dex asked The big man stopped and seemed to think for a second "Cause I know full well you'd kick the shit out of me and leave me in a shallow fucking grave in the desert." The words hung in the air for a second. Gabby could see the tensions at least partially deflate on Fin's part. He backed up from Dex a step. "Is that what's going on?" Doug asked, looking to Gabby "It was," Gabby nodded "Shit, I thought they were going to kiss or something." Doug shrugged before turning back to the other mechanics, "Hey guys, you want to see Dex kill somebody? It's fucking awesome." "Fuck this." Fin said, "Is the car fixed?" "Yeah," Doug nodded, "It just needed a belt replaced. I don't know why Dex didn't just fix it herself out there, she had the part." Gabby shot Dex a hard look. "Ok," Dex said, sounding an awful lot like a lawyer, "I know you're going to say that's a third lie but technically, technically, if you think about it that was actually the first lie. So when I said the last lie was the last lie, it still technically was." "Well, alright," Gabby said, shaking her head, "But just know in the future when I think back on yesterday I will think of it as a little less magical because of all the lying." "Really?" Dex asked, looking a little hurt. Gabby thought about it for a second and quickly realized that she'd spoken too soon. "Nah," she shook her head. "Look, enough of this shit," interjected Fin, looking significantly madder than ever even though his thoughts of violence had vanished, "Where's the car?" Dex pointed out towards the lot. Fin had clearly been mad enough to walk right past it. "Free of charge. We don't take douchebag dollars." she said, tossing him the keys. "Um, yes we do," Dougie cut in, "They spend fine." "I'll get you back, Doug," Dex said, punching the big man in the arm, "Let him go," "Whatever," Fin said, "Gabby, let's go." Gabby paused. She looked at Fin and at Dex and the road and she came to a decision. "No." she said, finding a pretty angry voice inside her. Fin turned to her and looked surprised for a second before his face softening a little. Clearly he'd inferred something important from her tone. "Look, I don't care what you did with her last night I just want to get out of here." he said, "So get in the fucking car, OK?" "No." Gabby said again, with more conviction in her tone. Summer Song "Gabby..." "No, look at me." Gabby said as Fin's eyes met hers, the anger still inside her and finding powerful source of strength, "It has nothing to do with her. This, what you're being like? That's not us. That's not me. That's not something I want to be a part of. I'm not your possession and you don't yell at me. You're not my boyfriend and, honestly, right now I don't even feel like you're my friend. I don't want to go anywhere with you." Gabby's words hung in the air for a few seconds, the entire shop still dead silent. Fin's eyes seemingly went through a range of emotions. Confusion and pain and finally anger. Gabby couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for him. She stood by what she said but after it all, she didn't like hurting anyone. Still, she knew it needed to be said. The chapter she'd thought of the day before, where it was her and Fin? She knew that was over. The silence was only broken by the shout of one of the shop's mechanics who, apparently, were now paying a lot of attention to what was going on. "Damn! You got told son," Dex, Fin and Gabby all looked towards the source of the voice. "Shut up Jimmy," Dex said although it was clear she shared the sentiment from her admiring smile, "But seriously, Gabby, yay." "Fine," Fin said eventually, "Stay here, fuck her, I don't give a shit. We had an expiration date anyway." Gabby shrugged. That was probably true. She watched as Fin turned her back on her and marched out towards the brown vehicle. Gabby thought about the year and a half she'd spent "with" him and, while she knew there was a bit of a sadness there, it would still be mainly happy memories. "Memories," Gabby thought. "Shit, Fin, wait," Gabby said as Fin opened the car door. He paused and looked at her and Gabby could see that there was a hope in his eye that she'd come to undo what she'd done. Gabby immediately regretted that she'd called out to him like that. "You coming?" he asked, "No," Gabby shook her head, "But my bag is still in the back and I have that locket from my grandfather in there and like, my money and stuff." "I'll mail it to you." Fin said angrily as he got into the car and slammed the door. Gabby thought about running after him but the engine roared to life and watched helplessly as the tires squealed and the old car tore out of the lot like a bat out of hell. Against herself, Gabby smiled. She did like Fritz. She was glad he wasn't dead. After all, Gabby thought as she turned back to look at Dex smiling at her, she'd been right about the vibe from him. He was the right car. He'd brought her here. 9. Part of Gabby very much wanted to run from the lot back into the shop. Wrap herself in Dex's arms and kiss her. But there was time for that and, truthfully, Gabby felt a little upset at what had just happened. The locket was one of the few possessions she'd brought with her. One of the few things she felt a real attachment to. "Hey," Dex said as Gabby walked back into the garage doors, "You OK?" "Yeah, it's just," Gabby started, "I don't know, my bag." "I thought it was just clothes?" Dex said, taking Gabby's hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It had some stuff. A locket my grandfather gave me on my last birthday before he died and my money. Not much but a couple hundred bucks." Dex opened her arms and wrapped them around the shorter blonde in a hug. "He did say he'd mail it to you," Dex said, "I don't really have an address anywhere." Gabby said, feeling a tear run down her cheek. She couldn't help think about her Grandfather and that stupid locket. She missed him every day and now she'd lost the one piece of him she still had. "You can crash with me," Dex said, wiping a stray lock of hair from Gabby's face. Gabby smiled. With no money and no Fin her adventure was over. Having Dex was a lovely fallback even if she genuinely had no idea what to do with herself next. "Thanks." Gabby said, "But I'm guessing if I ask him to mail stuff back to your house...it'll be on fire." "Well, I'm glad you're staying anyway." Dex said. "Yeah, me too," Gabby said, tenderly kissing Dex's cheek. "Hey, what was all the commotion about?" Gabby and Dex turned to see Dougie looking down at them, his huge hands wiping grease onto his jeans. He clearly looked confused at what he'd just seen. "Oh, that asshole just drove off with her bag with all her stuff in it." Dex said "Oh," Dougie said, thinking for a second, "Was it like a big red suitcase kind of from the 70's?" Gabby looked up at him hopefully and nodded. "Oh yeah, that's in my office. We took the shit out of the back before we put it up on the rack." "Didn't Fin tell you to tell them not to though?" Gabby asked, clearly remembering how firm Fin had said that the night before. "Shit yeah, he did" Dex said, genuinely remembering that moment before smiling, "I guess I just forgot." Gabby felt her heart skip a beat. She felt like she wanted to jump into the big man's arms and give him a huge kiss. Still, she didn't want to until she was sure she had it back in her possession. She watched as he walked back into the small office before coming out pulling what was, indeed, her suitcase. Gabby almost burst into tears when she recognized it as he put in her hands. She put it down in front of her and unzipped the small front pocket and reached inside and found her locket. "Dougie," Gabby said, looking up at the big man with happy tears, "I really want to kiss you." Dougie nodded, seemingly pleased at his actions even if he didn't understand their significance. "Yeah, but don't" he said firmly, "My wife is like super-jealous and pregnant and crazy and you're pretty hot..so, buy me a beer sometime and we can call it even." Gabby nodded, still smiling. "To be totally honest, it's really just luck." Dougie said, "I might have even left in the car but it was a little heavy, felt like it had stuff that could get damaged." Gabby nodded. She hadn't made note of it because she'd been thinking about her locket but her bag had been notably heavy. It didn't make sense. All she had were clothes. Lying the suitcase flat on the ground she unzipped the main pouch and opened it up. "Jesus, fuck," Dex exclaimed when it was opened. Gabby had to echo the sentiment. All of the drugs that Fin had bought were in there and, Gabby had been right, there were an incredible amount. Three big, tightly packed bricks of pot that felt like at least a couple pounds each, a huge bag of hundreds of MDMA pills and, most surprisingly, a large amount of white powder in triple Ziploc bag. "I guess he figured that if you got busted, it would be easier for Daddy to bail him out if the drugs were in your bag?" Dex surmised before looking out at the road, "What a fucking dick!" Gabby just sat on the ground in a stunned silence. Not so much at the quantity of it all, she knew Fin had sold his car to invest in the drugs, but just at how certain things from the past two days that had confused her at the time started to make sense. He didn't want to take the drugs with him to the motel, Gabby figured, because to do so would have meant taking her bag and telling her he'd hidden them there. Likewise, he'd driven off in such a hurry because he knew that if he'd given her the bag he'd have to ask to take the drugs out first. It explained why he'd been so insistent that nobody take the bag out in the shop and why he hadn't just wanted to ditch the car and... "Holy shit," Dougie said as he finally walked over to the bag, "Was that in the shop all night? Dex, I'm trying to run a business here. I can't have this shit around." "Doug, you saw those two," Dex said, throwing her hands up so as to absolve herself, "I figured they had like an ounce of pot on them. I didn't realize I was hanging out with the second coming of Griselda Blanco." "Hey, you went to college, right?" Doug said to Gabby who nodded at the question, "Do you understand the references she makes?" "No," Gabby shook her head, "I don't know who that is. I assume a drug lady?" There was a shared silence after that. Gabby knew she should close the suit case and take it out of the garage bay door but she simply sat there. She didn't feel lucky with her find. She felt concerned. She wasn't a drug dealer. She didn't know what to do with it all. There was a very real part of her that sort of hoped Fin would come back, both so she could kick him in the balls for hiding it in her bag in the first place and then letting him just take it. Dex, however, had taken the bag of powder and dipped a finger inside, taking a lick before snorting some and rubbing it over her gums. "Shit that is coke," Dex said incredulously before waiting a few seconds, "Good coke." "He never sold hard drugs before," Gabby shrugged. Not that she minded terribly. She'd done coke once or twice. It just wasn't her thing. Dex looked at the drugs, then to Gabby, then to Dougie and then back to Gabby. Her eyes lit up and a huge smiled crossed her face. If it were a cartoon, Gabby thought, then it was pretty clear that a light bulb would have been burning above her head. "Ok, bear with me a second," she said, "Dougie, do you still want to buy the house?" "Yeah?" Doug said, looking skeptically at his cousin "Ok, and you still know that asshole who rides with those moron bikers, right?" she continued "Yeah," he nodded, "Pueblo Eddy. In fact I saw him just last week and he said if I came across anything that...oh, I see where you're going with this." "Ok, but hold on," Dex continued, "So there's got to be six pounds of pot in there, right? And if memory serves from my misspent youth, I can get fifteen hundred a pound for good stuff, right, so that's...." "Nine thousand," Gabby said quickly. "Ok, and that looked to be like at least three hundred hits of Molly, right? And we can get, like, thirty five a pop for those? So three hundred times times thirty five is..." "There's a calculator in the office," Doug said, "Ten thousand, five hundred." Gabby said quickly, "Ok," Dex said, looking strangely at Gabby for a second before turning back to Doug, "So that's almost twenty grand, and then there's got to be about a pound of coke here. And there's, I don't know, how many grams in a pound?" This time both Doug and Dex looked at Gabby "Four hundred and fifty three point..." Gabby said, trying to remember back to the last time she did anything that wasn't metric. "Uh, four five two?" "Ok," Dex said, clearly still weirded out, "And last time I checked you could get at least 115 a gram for good stuff so that's..." "Fifty-two thousand and...ninety five?" Gabby said, "I didn't include the stuff after the decimal to make it easier." "Ok, seriously, what's going on here?" Dougie asked, "Like, is she some cute blonde robot sent back in time to kill us all?" Gabby shrugged her shoulders. Truth was, this was actually a reaction to her that she was fairly used to. She actually liked it when they underestimated her in that regard. She smiled and tried to look nonchalant. "Yeah, people see the hair and boobs and the clothes and think I studied, like, rainbows and flowers at college. It was actually physics, specializing in Aeronautic Propulsion dynamics. Orbital Mechanics and stuff. You remember the math teacher I told you about in high school?" Dex scanned her memory for a second before blanking. "Yeah, I think that's why I was so into her. I was always super good at math. You know how people always say 'that's not rocket science' when they're saying something's not that hard? Well, I kind of do know rocket science." Doug and Dex looked at each other for a second before Dex turned back to Gabby. "O....k" Dex said, moving on but still clearly impressed by the new dimension she was seeing in Gabby. "So anyways, that's more than seventy grand you should be able to move to Eddy, right?" "Yeah," Doug nodded, "He definitely handles weight like that." "So make me an offer on the house." Dex said "What, now?" Doug asked, "Yeah," Dex said, "Just say what you think it's worth." "Uh, I don't know, a hundred thirty thousand?" Doug said, "Around there?" "Ok, so here's what we do," Dex said, nodding and talking faster and faster, ""You take the drugs to Eddy, get what you can for them. Say seventy thousand. Then you go to the bank and agree to pay me that one hundred and thirty plus the seventy minus, say, ten percent of each so..." Gabby rolled her eyes. "You can't need me to do that math for you." "A hundred and eighty thousand," Dougie said "Right, so the bank gives me a hundred and eighty thousand, I write Blondie a check for her seventy, for, say, services rendered..." "Or, better still, something else that doesn't makes me sound like the world's most expensive prostitute." Gabby interjected helpfully. "And everyone's happy." Dex said, ignoring her, "Right? Doug? What do you think? Am I right?" Doug took a long, hard look at his Cousin who seemed to be practically buzzing with excited energy. "Well, I think you shouldn't do any more coke, to start with" Doug said, "But I don't get the plan, why not just give her the drug money?" Dex rolled her eyes and pointed at Gabby. "You want her walking around with a suitcase full of drug money? Or trying to go to the bank and explaining where she got it? You keep the drug money and make that big offer, we both know you can clean that money pretty easy so it doesn't look suspicious." "True," Doug nodded, "And what's in it for me?" "Come on Doug," Dex said, "You want the house bad. You know if I wanted to put the screws in, I could get one fifty, one sixty for it on the market but, since you're my cousin and I love you, I'm taking your offer of one thirty and knocking a further ten percent off it for being the one who deals with Eddy and then you also get ten percent of the drug money to clean it. I get a nice chunk of change for the house and Blondie gets more than sixty thousand in clean money in a bank account " Doug thought about it for a second. "Oh, yeah, alright, I'm in." he nodded, "Put the shit in the office, I'll go see Eddy tonight." Gabby finally stood up from the floor as Doug turned and went back into the shop. Gabby had to shake her head to wrap it around what she'd just seen. Somehow, in the span of five minutes, she'd become party to a drug deal and money laundering cooked up by the girl she'd slept with the night before. Dozens of questions all came to mind at once, a lot of them being how and where Dex had developed this sense for criminal behavior, but there was another one that came to mind. One that, as Dex reached over and pulled her close, won out. "You're selling your house?" Gabby asked Dex shrugged. "Look, I don't even like the place. Doug does though. Lots of room for a growing family. You didn't see it but there's a nice yard out back." "But where will you go?" Gabby asked, "With you, stupid," Dex said, kissing her on the forehead "Ever since last night when you were talking about the open road and adventure, I realized I'd been stuck here for, like, five years and I didn't really have anything keeping me here. I want to go on that adventure with you. Hit the road, go wherever." Gabby smiled broadly. "You know, if you'll have me." Dex said, looking deeply into Gabby's eyes. Gabby kissed her. Hungrily. There was nothing she wanted more. An adventure. With Dex. It sounded incredible. The two kissed passionately for a solid minute before the finally broke. "You should know, though," Dex said, "Yeah?" Gabby said softly. "I know your whole thing about labels and possessiveness and everything and I know we just met but I feel like I should be honest with you and tell you, I am into labels. I don't like sharing. If we're going to be together, you know, it's going to have some definition to it." Gabby nodded. Standing there, in Dex's arms, she didn't mind the sound of that. The truth was, she didn't want to be with anyone else. She couldn't even think of it. If bending a little on that was what Dex needed. Gabby could live with it. "So, then," Dex said, "You don't have to be my girlfriend cause that is a word with baggage but, well, I will need to know that you'll at least be my girl." Gabby rested her hands on Dex's arms, feeling them holding her tightly against her. She couldn't deny the little thrill that passed through her at the thought of being Dex's. Of belonging to her. Of Dex being hers. She gasped a little as Dex's hands grabbed at her ass through her cut-offs. It was a possessive move but, Gabby admitted, she loved it. "Yeah, I'm your girl." Gabby said, hoping to seem cool, "For now, anyway." Epilogue Gabby couldn't believe it. She'd never seen that much money. Although, if she thought about it, she still hadn't. It was just a bank statement. But it was her bank statement and while she'd had a bank account before, she'd never had one that read that she had almost seventy thousand dollars in it. They'd gotten more for the drugs than they'd thought, even after Dex convinced Gabby to hold on to half a brick of the weed. "What's up babe?" Dex asked, a large brown box in her arms. "I've just never been this rich." Gabby said, "It's weird." "Really?" Dex said, putting the box down in a stack of them in what was once her garage. "Yeah, I mean when my scholarship would come in every semester I'd have four thousand dollars in it for, like, a second, but this..." "Yeah," Dex nodded, "I mean that's almost twenty times that, right." Gabby thought for a second. "Sixteen point eight seven five times that, yeah" she said. Dex looked at her strangely still. Gabby looked up from her bank statement. "Or seventeen if you want, you know," Gabby said, she forgot sometimes that not everyone appreciated numbers the way she did. "I don't know why, I should find that annoying, but I find it powerfully sexy." Dex said before going back into the house. Gabby leaned back on the car. A gorgeous black Cadillac convertible. It had cost her almost five thousand dollars. Still nothing like a new car, no, and there was definitely signs of wear and tear on it but it was hers. She'd bought it and had Dougie fix it up for her. Dex had tried to suggest something else but Gabby had insisted. She'd already named it Delroy. She got that same right vibe from it. Not like Fritz exactly. Delroy seemed like it would run for a long time. Like it would be reliable. Not fast, no, but it would work and have a radio and had a big enough back seat so that she and Dex could pull over at times and... "Hey," Dex said, again coming out of the house with a box, "That's it. Last box. Time to pack." "Isn't Doug coming to say goodbye?" Gabby asked, she wanted to say goodbye to the big man she'd come to really like over the last few weeks. "Nah," Dex said, "I said goodbye at the shop. It was embarrassing. He cried like a little bitch." Gabby rolled her eyes. She knew Dex well enough by this point to know she had cried too, even if she'd never admit it. Gabby still hesitated to go into the house though. Truth was, she would have a hard time saying goodbye to the house. True, she'd only been there a few weeks but it had been an incredible few weeks. Filled with the earliest days of her and Dex's relationship. Filled with a lot of conversations and getting to know each other and movies and one very mild fight that had ended in incredible make-up sex and, well, a lot of other sex. "Hey, I was thinking," Gabby said, "What if we didn't pack anything?" "What?" Dex said, wiping her forehead. It was another hot day. Gabby was sad to leave the house behind but couldn't wait until they were back at a beach or just somewhere that wasn't so damned hot every day. Summer Song Even Sal at his most proficient was totally outclassed by Becky's tour de force performance. A thunderous wave of contractions convulsed my crevice and I shook and stiffened with each passing spasm. Becky had taken me to a place I'd never been before. Instead of feeling shy and embarrassed by the situation, I found it to be a liberating experience. As I lay on the bed, my body tingled from the incredible licking Becky bestowed on me. But, when I sat up, she had a sheepish look on her messy face. "Hey, you alright?" I asked and enveloped her in my arms. "I don't want to ruin our friendship," she said in a scared voice. "Oh Beck...no...of course not..." I said reassuringly and kissed her cheek. The pungent odor from my sex assailed my nostrils and a tenuous desire, the same desire when I saw Candace, engulfed me. Now I recognized what it was. I tenderly kissed over Becky's face and neck, sampling my juices that coated her skin. My hands moved stealthily from her back and fondled the two firm mounds on her chest. "Ah Jule," she moaned as my hands pulled her T shirt up and off. I languidly traced circles around the nipples until my tongue landed in the center. They crinkled and tightened as I executed a series of rapid light licks. But, the sucking, oh the glorious sucking; never in my wildest thoughts did I think nursing on a girls boobs could be so immensely erotic. "Oh...umm...ooh...oh Jule," she panted as I joyously suckled the distended buds. Unexpectedly a pair of hands was on my tits, rolling, pinching and tweaking my long cylindrical nipples. The hands were rolling up my T shirt and as I pulled away from Becky's succulent nipple, her face wore an expression of lust. "I wanted to do this for a long time," she said in a breathless tone and lowered her mouth to my aching tit. I lay back on the bed as Becky suckled me to new heights and feelings. A crushing desire to partake of my first female consumed me and I cupped Becky's panty covered pussy with a free hand, eliciting a bevy of moans from her. As Becky's lips yanked contentedly on my sensitive tit, I sneakily relieved her of her underwear. My fingers penetrated her swollen fleshy folds and caressed the oozing flesh. Slowly, I traced a slick finger along her drenched crevice. Becky's body noticeably sagged against mine and my tit pooped out of her mouth. Oh...Oh...shit Jule...ah..." she groaned fervently as my stroking picked up in intensity. With my hand firmly entrenched in Becky's crotch, I kissed her face, neck and ears passionately. Slowly but deliberately, I traveled south until my head was squarely between her spread thighs. My first up close examination of my best friend's pussy revealed a pouty look with a groomed tuft of dark blonde curly pubes above her slit. Becky's musky scent saturated the air and aroused my lust for her muff. I dove in for the feast (I guess that's why they call it muff diving) and my tongue slithered and snaked over Becky's creamy slit. Her tart juices pooled in my mouth and trickled into my throat, searing the lining with their heady flavor. "Jesus Jule!" Becky moaned thunderously. "Umm...hmm...umm..." I slurped my reply. With steely determination, I lapped my friend to ecstasy. "Oh god!" she roared intently while her body stiffened and shook with each contraction. As Becky recovered from my assault on her pussy, I gingerly sucked the remaining fluid from her oozing hole. In a startling role reversal, she had a sheepish expression on her face, a rare moment indeed. As I said before, I felt liberated by the experience. "Was it good for you?" I asked sweetly and playfully nudged her side. "Was it good? It was fucking intense!" Becky crowed but a bashful look remained on her countenance. "Hey Beck, best friends?" I asked with emotion and offered my pinky for a shake. "Yeah, I guess you're stuck with me," she answered wistfully and grasped my little finger in the customary way. It lightened the mood considerably. "Jeez Beck, I never expected to...you know... really like it as much as I did," I said introspectively. "...nothing could be finer than you lickin my vagina in the morning..." she trilled happily and we broke down with laughter, holding each other close. The following morning Candace appeared at the same time. However, in spite of my impromptu advances of the previous day, we passed the hours in conversation. As much as I desired exploring Candace's body, I wanted to get to know her better. She was a junior at Eastern State College, majoring in Early Childhood Education. A talented swimmer from an early age, her first love was gymnastics but she was average at best. Candace lived in Smithson Heights, an upper class part of town with her mother, father and younger sister Tiffany. Her boyfriend Evan was a senior at Yale and was presently on a summer internship with a Wall Street Bank. "I guess it would be wonderful married to a Wall Street Banker but it some ways he lacks imagination...fire...passion" she said with a sad look. "Do you love him?" I asked earnestly. "Yeah...I think I do but is that enough for marriage? I'm not sure," she stated honestly. "Hell, just marry him for the money," I said half jokingly and we both cracked up from my comment. "You know Julie, you can be pretty quiet but once a person gets to know you..." she said smiling and never finished her thought. When I heard my father's car in the driveway, I'm positive my face had a very disappointed look as my alone time with Candace was at an end. Out of the blue, Candace invited me to her home for the weekend. I wasn't a big fan of staying overnight in strange houses but after my escapade with Becky, I was dying for a repeat performance, only this time with Candace. After Candace's "Florence Nightengale" turn at my house, I felt at ease with her and really enjoyed her company. In spite of her Nordic beauty and fantastic body, she was unaffected with herself. Smart, witty and totally in tune with the feelings of others, she fascinated me on different levels. Candace was the real deal. She projected a self assurance without any silly affectations or bloated ego. A genuinely nice person with aspirations of becoming a teacher, I not only desired her body but her friendship too. When I arrived at chez Candace, I was impressed by the muted elegance of the surroundings. Her sister Tiffany was lounging by the backyard pool when Candace introduced me. Tiffany was a shorter but svelte version of her sister and was wearing a bikini that barely covered her privates. Equally as attractive, she exuded a raw sensuality that seemed to radiate from her. After a brief exchange of hellos, I swore she was giving me the once over. The way she was staring at my body would normally make me feel uncomfortable but instead I found it appealing. My new found self confidence surrounding my sexuality was a welcome relief from my previously conservative mind set. When Candace and I changed and joined her sister at the pool, we chattered away like old friends. If Tiffany was giving me the eye, I failed to notice as I was completely wrapped up in Candace's world. With her parents' away for the weekend, the three of us ate dinner at a nouvelle cuisine restaurant in the city. I learned that Tiffany was eighteen and just graduated from high school. She was a new hire lifeguard at the swim club and started work tomorrow, Saturday. Although Tiffany seemed a little bored by our presence, she nonetheless spent the evening with her sister and me. However, she paid little or no mind to Candace and focused her attention on me. "No date on a Friday night," I innocently asked Tiffany. "Nah, not this week," she remarked casually. "Tiff's not much for the dating scene, huh Tiff?" Candace said mysteriously. After dinner, Candace stopped at a boutique a few blocks away. The clothes were expensive swim and casual wear that captured my interest. After viewing Candace and Tiffany in their skimpy but classy suits that afternoon, I wanted something similar. Fortunately for me, there was a sale rack in the back of the store with several suits in my size. As I made my way to an empty fitting room, Tiffany insisted on joining me. Candace was on the opposite side of the store looking at short and top sets. My body was tingling from the simple fact that Tiffany would be joining me. Now I was sure that her stares that afternoon were no accident. To make matters worse, I was utterly captivated by her beauty and sensuality. The rooms were fairly large and would accommodate the two of us easily. When my bra fell down my arms and my long stubby nipples came into view, Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise. Tiffany gawked and leered at my body but for the first time in my young life I enjoyed it immensely. She helped me choose the one that fit best and when we exited the room, my pussy was quivering with need. In the sultry night air, Candace, Tiffany and me sat by the pool drinking our third round of Corona beer. "We'd better not get too plastered since we all have to work tomorrow," Tiffany said knowingly. "Hey Tiff, don't we have a bottle of tequila in the liquor cabinet?" Candace asked exuberantly. "I dunno but I'll find out," Tiffany said in a slightly slurred voice and raced inside. Although I had limited experience with alcohol, I liked the warm fuzzy feeling it gave me. Tiffany reappeared with a bottle and three shot glasses. After pouring the clear liquid in the glasses, she offered me one. "Bottoms up!" Tiffany barked and tossed back the shot. Candace followed and I was the only person still holding a full glass. "Well?" Tiffany asked with a raised eyebrow. I raised my glass in a salute and knocked back the libation. Instantly, I experienced a coughing fit as the fiery liquid coursed down my gullet and surged into my veins. "Hey, easy girl we're just getting started," Tiffany exclaimed Somewhat woozy and lightheaded, I accepted another shot but knew that I had reached my limit. With the second shot ensconced in my belly, my head was buzzing like a beehive. Thankfully, I was still in control but half drunk. "Anyone know what time it is?" Candace asked in a hushed tone. I stared blankly at her. "It's skinny dippin time!" she broadcast and jumped up with clothes flying in all directions. As I stood on wobbly legs, I noticed that Tiffany was already naked. She was about my height with a clean shaven crotch and facially resembled Candace. In contrast, her breasts were smaller, hair cropped short and her body had a very lean muscular appearance; a true hardbody. However, her one outstanding asset was her beautifully sculpted butt; a work of art. Candace's nude form was just as breathtaking with her superbly muscled but stockier frame. When she pulled her long blonde hair back in a pony tail, she resembled a Norse goddess. As we cavorted in the refreshing water, I noticed that Candace was sticking close to me, no doubt because of my accident the previous week. Whenever Candace or Tiffany made accidental skin to skin contact with me, it sent little jolts of electricity into my pussy. Then the strangest thing happened. Although I had the hots for Candace, I discovered I was overcome with an unbridled craving for her sister Tiffany. With the alcohol rolling through my veins, I was primed and ready for my next bi encounter. I dove in the water and swam past Tiffany, pausing just long enough to give her butt a healthy pinch. When I surfaced, Tiffany was wagging her finger at me in a "no" gesture. "Naughty, naughty..." she stated like a sexy warning. Tiffany swam after me but the water is my domain and I easily avoided her, circled around and pinched her other butt cheek. "So, you like to play with girls," Tiffany said with an evil smile and swam towards me with all her might. I half heartedly eluded Tiffany but eventually let her catch up to me. A deep sigh escaped my lips when she wrapped her arms around me; holding me against the side of the pool. Tiffany's eyes were ablaze with yearning. "You want to play with me girlie," she panted in a sultry voice. "Uh huh," I said with obvious want. "I can see you ladies want to be alone," Candace stated formally as she hauled her body out of the pool and into the house. "I'm gonna eat you up, down and sideways!" Tiffany said in a gloating voice. Naked and dripping water, I ran behind Tiffany, my eyes drinking in her superb butt, until we reached her bedroom. As I toweled my body, a question pooped in my head. "Is Candace ok with...us..." I inquired shakily. "Yeah, why wouldn't she be?" she asked in return. I raised my shoulders in an "I don't know" gesture. "Look Julie, let's get a few things straight. I like girls. I like to have sex with girls. But, I'm sure you've already figured that out. Candace and me have talked about it a lot and believe me she's cool with my...ah...tendencies. Ok?" She said authoritatively but nicely. Before I could agree, Tiffany's mouth and hands were on my stiffening titties. The girl worshipped my protruding nipples and attacked them with frenzied zeal. With her impressive strength, she held me upright and toiled feverishly on my tits. Hot jolts of raw sensation seared my pussy until it was creaming profusely. Oh god...oh Tiffany...ooh...umm..." I moaned uncontrollably. My juices were trickling out the bottom of my slit and running into the crack of my ass. Tiffany carried me to her bed and seated me on the edge with my thighs askew. Instantly, Tiffany was on her knees with a look of absolute lust on her face. In a way it almost scared me but once she started, I was completely lost in a world of unrestrained pleasure. Tiffany's magic tongue sluiced through my folds with phenomenal precision and exquisite gracefulness. Within minutes my pussy quaked and pulsated with blistering intensity. An orgasm built quickly and it surprised me with its swiftness and scale. However, she was far from finished with me. With mind blowing expertise, Tiffany licked my clit; knowing when to slow down, speed up, lick harder then softer; truly amazing. Her prodigious skill was off the charts as waves of sensation crackled and sizzled deep in my gash With Tiffany's mouth clamped over my throbbing sex, I rode her astonishing tongue to a multiple orgasm high. At times the contractions were so intense that I felt light headed and dizzy. By the time it was over, I was bathed in sweat and limp. "Jesus Tiffany, that was...well...incredible!" I gushed with praise. I discovered that Tiffany had an impressive array of sex toys; single and double headed dildos, vibrators and a strap on. I begged her to take my virginity with the strap on but she didn't need much coaxing. With my virgin butt in the air, Tiffany eased the lifelike tool into my eager pussy and screwed me energetically. For most of the weekend, Tiffany ravaged my body with her mouth, fingers and toys. Her ravenous appetite for pussy, left little time for reciprocation. However, she allowed me to eat her tasty pussy a few times but was totally into performing on me. Except for Saturday, I saw little of Candace for a few days. Luckily, I was assigned a closing shift with her and counted the hours until we were alone. Candace was in a good mood and we chattered like friends do when they haven't seen each other for awhile. But, I was concerned with how she felt about my liaison with Tiffany and my old shyness returned in full force. We were sitting on one of the benches next to the pool. "Candace, I ah...you see...Tiffany and me..." I stammered, making absolutely no sense at all. Candace was regarding me with a quizzical look that dissolved to one of recognition. "Tiffany's a big girl and so are you. What you do in your spare time is your affair, no pun intended," she stated with a smile and her comment made me laugh. "Does it bother you that Tiffany's into girls?" I asked as my self confidence returned. "No, not now but at first it did. She's always had this tomboyish streak but I do remember her playing with dolls and other girlie things," she stated with frankness. Candace had a wistful but thoughtful expression on her pretty countenance. "I've never had much attraction for girls in a sexual way and that's probably why it took me a while to accept that Tiffany did. Oh, I experimented with a couple of friends but it was practice kissing like we were on dates. Heck, I even let my friend Ivy feel me up while we were making out but that's was as far as it went," she said earnestly "I just don't want it to affect my friendship with you," I said in a needy voice and looked away. "It's funny Julie, at the beginning of the summer I didn't know you at all but now I feel like we've been friends for years," she said with candor and put her arm around me. It was pure heaven sitting with Candace in the twilight as the shadows lengthened. "Hey, I've got some news. Evan's invited me to visit him in New York. He insisted that I drop everything and drive down tomorrow. I plan on being there for two or three weeks," she exclaimed excitedly. "I'm happy for you but you know, I'll miss you," I said with feeling and hugged her. While Candace was in New York, my liaison with Tiffany continued but only sporadically. She was enamored with a new conquest and while she didn't ignore me, I liked the solitude. Becky was a frequent visitor and we hung out on weekends or whenever I wasn't working at the pool. However, our sexual tryst was a one and done event as we placed a much higher value on our friendship. The summer was winding down quickly and it was back to school in little more a week. On a sultry weekday night, I was assigned closing duties with Tiffany. Her main squeeze had already left for college back east and I was her focus once more. I was checking off the last item when I looked up and saw her staring at my crotch, practically drooling. I was just getting over my period and told Tiffany but she could have cared less. The girl had a single minded purpose; eat pussy. However, I was too grossed out by the thought. She suggested a refreshing dip in the pool sans swimsuit. After stripping off my suit, I dove into the cool water. We swam for a while playfully splashing and jostling each other until that sex hungry look appeared on Tiffany's face. But, I stared at Tiffany's crotch with just as much intensity. I wanted her tasty slice on my mouth. With a towel under Tiffany's butt, she assumed a sitting position on the edge of the pool deck and legs dangling in the water. Teasingly, she kept her thighs closed when I tried to pry them open. "Don't make me beg," I stated with mock frustration. "Say please?" She asked sexily. With a determined look, I made another futile attempt to open her legs. "Not till I hear the magic word," she stated in a sultry tone. "Ok, you win," I said with a defeated air. My pussy was tingly and moist from our playful exchange. "Please," I said in a barely audible voice. "Louder," she commanded. "Ok, Please!" I said with more volume and an exasperated look. Like magic her thighs widened and I buried my appreciative face in my dewy sex. "Oh yeah...ooh..." she moaned as I gorged on her throbbing gash. However, a new surprise awaited me when Tiffany got on all fours and I devoured her butt hole. Becky's dirty little song popped into my head; "...nothin could be finer than me lickin her..." Unfortunately, nothing rhymed with anus. "Oh Fuck!" she bellowed, uttering cuss words in a shotgun staccato as I feasted on her rose cluster. Summer Song After our lust was satisfied, I rechecked my closing list to ensure all items had been performed. I drove Tiffany home but when I parked in the driveway, I saw Candace's Toyota in the third bay with the trunk open. She was back from New York. When she saw me, we embraced with genuine affection. "How was the trip?" I asked eagerly. "Ok, not bad," she stated rather solemnly. "How's Evan?" I inquired with real curiosity. "He's fine. I'm sure he'll be all right..." She started to say but caught herself and stopped in mid thought. "Hey, I'm off tomorrow, can you come by for lunch or tea or whatever?" I implored with enthusiasm. "Ok, 12 noon is good for me," she said with a smile. As I prepared for Candace's arrival the following day, I couldn't shake the feeling that something serious and life changing had occurred during her New York trip. All through lunch, Candace appeared to be subdued and gloomy as I filled her in on life at work during her absence. "...and doesn't Brittany forget to turn on the bypass valve..." I prattled on until I noticed tears in Candace's eyes. "Sorry," she said in a quivering voice and covered her face with her hands. "What's wrong?" I asked in a tender voice. But, Candace was crying hard, her back rising and falling with each sob. Tenderly, I embraced her. "Is it about Evan?" I asked quietly. Candace shook her head "yes" in a silent reply. As I held Candace tight, she rested her head on my shoulder. "It's over between us," she declared in a crying voice. "What reason did he give you?" I asked, assuming it was Evan's idea. "No, I broke up with him," she stated in a more even tone, her head still resting on my shoulder. Needless to say, I was stunned by her answer. "I'll explain," she said with sadness and sat up but still clutched my hands in hers. "We were getting along ok but to me it seemed like the same old sex, the same tired conversations and the same type of restaurants when we ate out. After a couple of days, I was wondering how in the world I would last the entire three weeks. Evan's not very perceptive when it concerns my feelings or needs. He made all the decisions without caring about my preferences or tastes. He talked incessantly about his internship and while it was interesting to him, I can't fathom the first thing about banking. Any sightseeing, museums or shows that I wanted to go see, I was strictly on my own." Candace stopped briefly and her voice took on a more angry timbre. "On top of it all, Evan's performance in the bedroom was totally lackluster. Wham bam and thank you ma'am. Oh he liked when I gave him head but if I dared to suggest that he do the same to me, it immediately turned him off. In fact, his face has never been anywhere near my crotch. I started to question what I liked and disliked about him and why. I wasn't ready to throw in the towel but I was having serious doubts. As I was pondering our relationship, Brandy, Evan's hippie cousin showed up for a few days. I had met her a few times at various family functions and enjoyed her company. Definitely a free spirit, she was intelligent, charming and rather pretty, in spite of wearing clothes that bordered on the Goth look. Brandy, who was all of nineteen, was very perceptive and picked up on my unhappiness right way. But, I loved having a companion who appreciated the arts and as much as I did. One morning just as he was leaving for work, I had a huge fight with Evan. He had left me a note detailing a business trip that would take him out town for at least a week. I'd come to New York to spend time with him and he's leaving. I guess you could say it was the straw that broke the camels back. Unless she was deaf, Brandy undoubtedly heard the whole thing. As I sat in the kitchen sniffling, she walked in with her sunny disposition and asked if I was ok. I assured Brandy I was but my voice betrayed me. When she asked if I wanted to talk about it, all my pent up frustrations poured out of me. I left out nothing, including my boring sex life. After listening, Brandy offered me little in the way of advice but suggested a therapeutic massage. I didn't object when she stood in back of me and started with my shoulders. I was wearing a spaghetti strap T, no bra and shorts. At first, I thought it would be awkward but Brandy was a gifted masseuse. Her skilled hands kneaded my tense flesh in the most relaxing manner. She worked my arms, head and neck with equal proficiency. I guess instinctively I knew where this was leading but I didn't care. Sure enough, Brandy's massage stimulated a neglected part of my body and I moaned with gratitude. Well, that was all the encouragement she needed as she worked her way around my neck to my upper chest. When Brandy's hands cupped my tits, I was ready and willing. While her soft fingers twirled and rolled my nipples, she tenderly kissed the back of neck and ears. My pussy was twitching and swampy and although I've had limited experience with other girls, I wanted this to happen. When I stood to turn my chair around, I whipped my shorts down my legs, leaving my French cuts in place. Brandy spent a long time mouthing my leaking crevice. I was panting a mile a minute when she seductively hooked her thumbs in my panties and with excruciating slowness pulled them down my legs. Suffice it to say she was accomplished in the art of cunnilingus. I howled and shrieked my way to three orgasms, maybe more because I lost count." I sat in silence with a dumbfounded look on my face but Candace wasn't finished with her story. "Brandy feasted on me daily and overstayed her visit by a week because of Evan's absence. The day before her departure, I decided that I wanted to show my appreciation. I was sitting on the toilet, painting my toe nails, when she exited the shower. In true hippie fashion Brandy had a full ungroomed bush. With her slim body and pale white skin, I found her appealing. Brandy caught me eying her privates and dragged me into the bedroom. I lay on the carpet as she knelt over me and slowly lowered her bushy muff to my eager mouth. Grasping Brandy's cute butt, I licked her slit with fierce determination until it bubbled and foamed with her creamy fluids. With gravity working in my favor, her steamy secretions dribbled down my throat. Although Brandy's juices were tart and unquestionably female, they had a fresh flavor that I discovered was rather addicting. For the rest of the morning, she rode my face as I drained every last drop of nectar from her heaving gash. When Brandy left the following morning, I was sad to see her go because it was back to reality. In spite of the fact that Evan had been gone a week, I was still angry with him. I couldn't help thinking that while Evan was away, I experienced some pretty awesome sex by way of a girl. It became abundantly clear to me that in Evan's world, I was merely a sperm depository. When I tried to discuss my feelings with Evan, he clamed up and ignored me. I couldn't shake the thought that if we were having problems now, what would happen when we got married. The night before I left, we were eating dinner at a swanky French restaurant when I dropped the bombshell on Evan. Instead of sympathizing with me or trying to talk me out of my decision, he kept telling me what a great catch he was and there were plenty of women who were dying to go out with him. When we got back to his apartment, I immediately packed and left without saying goodbye. I slammed the door to his apartment with a lot force and it banged against the frame loudly. I guess you could say it was my parting shot." Candace's shoulders slumped and her eyes were moist. Her sad but revealing tale had shaken me. I helped her to the sofa and held her big body close to mine as she sniffed back tears. "My dear friend," I said with sympathy and kissed her forehead. My heart ached but was joyous. Candace had fully succumbed to the pleasures of sex with a woman and unless my intuition was wrong, she wasn't finished with her exploration. Candace looked up at me with a lost expression. "In a way I feel like a hypocrite," she said with shame in her voice. "Whatever for?" I questioned in an incredulous tone. "I remember spouting off that I wasn't into girl sex and pow! One trip to New York and I'm lovin it more than sex with my guy...er...ex guy," she stated pensively. "If it's any consolation, I never had any bi feelings until this summer," I confessed. "Why do you think it happened?" she asked. I shook my head in a confused manner as my answer. I was clueless as to why but if it was a dormant emotion, I knew who ignited it and she was lying against me in my warm embrace. "Can I ask you something personal? You don't have to answer if you don't want to," she inquired with an unsteady voice. "You can ask me anything, fire away," I returned confidently but was I ever unprepared for her question. "Julie, have you ever thought about me...you know...like Brandy," she asked in a searching way. "Yeah, just about every day since I met you!" my mind silently screamed. "Sometimes," I lied and stroked her silky hair. But, Candace was honest and forthright with her emotions. She had revealed her deepest feelings to me and wasn't going to let me off the hook, not by a longshot. Suddenly, Candace sat up and her intense gaze bore into me. "When I was with Brandy...I...wished it was you," she blurted out with a bashful look and lowered her gaze. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest from Candace's admission. It amazed me how two sisters, Tiffany and Candace, could be so different. I flew into Candace's arms and lay on top of her; kissing her passionately. We made out like the horny teenagers that we were; tongues intertwined in a dance of desire. With our mouths occupied, we undressed each other. Basking in the thrill of bare skin on bare skin, I left a trail of small suction marks on each side of her neck. While Tiffany's nipples were a combination of elongated and puffy, Candace's were fat and puffy with a small pebble bump in the center. I suckled them with tender loving care for a long, long time. 'Oh god Julie," Candace panted in huge breaths as my lips pulled and tugged the hypersensitive flesh relentlessly. Eventually, my lust for Candace's tits was satisfied and I made the leisurely trek to her clammy crease. Delightfully clean shaven, her pussy emitted a tantalizing scent that tickled my nose with it's musky richness. Candace moved her butt up and down in anticipation until my open mouth engulfed her succulent sex. Slowly, I tongued her soaked folds; drawing the moisture into my hungry mouth. With Candace's muscular ass held firmly in my grasp, I drew her sopping snatch closer and concentrated my efforts on the center. My tongue flew up and down with pointed accuracy and worked her pussy into a boiling fountain of creamy juices. As I gulped my first mouthful of Candace's hot secretions down my throat, I paused to revel in the flavor of her tart, spicy nectar. Absolutely scrumptious! Dining at Candace's Y was everything I thought it would be and more. With all my new found skills brought to bear on the task at hand, Candace soared into orgasmic nirvana. "Goddamn Julie, I cumming hard!" She bellowed and thrashed about on the sofa. With my mouth still glued to her heaving snatch, I lashed her clit until she screamed again. "Oh god!" she howled like a she wolf in heat and surrendered to another set of contractions. But, I wasn't done just yet and coated a finger with her goopy fluids. Gingerly, I wormed it into her butt hole and slowly reamed her sensitive anus. With my tongue dancing and flicking over her clit, she erupted again. Watching Candace cum was sheer delight for me. It was the culmination of a summer long desire for her magnificent body. Exhausted from my labors, I fell back on the carpet with her juices dripping from my face. I was content but not Candace because after a few minutes she pounced on me. Although Candace lacked her sisters' technical virtuosity, it was no less satisfying. I adored her loving and sensual approach to sex especially her long needy kisses. We were holding each other like lovers when Candace looked at me thoughtfully. "You know Julie, if you were a guy, I'd date you," she stated with heartfelt sincerity. "Feelings mutual," I replied in my best deep voice and we laughed heartily at my little joke. With only a few days left before I returned to State U, Candace and I spent all our free time together. We were inseparable. My deepest desires that I harbored from the moment I saw Candace were fulfilled beyond my wildest expectation. I found a true and lasting friendship with a very special person. Friday morning, my dad drove me back to college. As I moved my suitcases into the dorm room, my thoughts were filled with memories of the summer that I explored and indulged my bi lust. But, it was more than that. A part of me that I had kept hidden was now open for all to see. I was different, more confident and less shy thanks to three terrific people. Dear Becky, my best friend and confidant. She broadened my horizons and showed me that true friendship can endure. She had no equal. The luscious, fun loving Tiffany; with an extraordinary appetite for sex, she gave much better than she got. And, Oh Lordy, she was a fantastic giver. And, then there was Candace; the original object of my affection. Although our liaison was brief, it was unforgettable. However and more importantly, we became the closest of friends. The collective experiences had changed something inside of me. I was no longer the overly shy and reserved girl who spoke little, except with people she knew. A new self confidence pervaded my psyche. While some of my bashful, reticent mannerisms remained, they were far from the debilitating type that inhabited my being just a few months prior. The renaissance of my sexuality was a life changing event. While my bi experiences had opened a new and tremendously satisfying chapter in my sex life, I had a strong desire for men and sex with them. That afternoon Rosie arrived and we greeted each other warmly. She gazed at me with a questioning look on her face. "You seem different. I don't know but something in your face..." she said incompletely. "It's great to see you," I stated affectionately without the bashfulness Rosie had come to expect and nothing more was said. With remarkable swiftness, we fell into the college routine of classes, studying and having fun on the weekends. But, for the first time, I was truly enjoying my weekend diversions. It didn't go unnoticed by Rosie. "Girl, you learned to relax and enjoy life over the summer," Rosie declared officially. Around the third week of the new semester the weather was unusually hot. I was feeling horny and my fingers were giving me inadequate relief. I craved a mouth on my privates and vice versa. Because of the heat, I was lying on my bed clad only in a sleeveless tank top and panties. Rosie returned from class and announced she was headed to the shower. She reentered our room wearing a towel that covered her strategic areas but discarded it once the door was closed. While it was nothing unusual for us to be nude in front of each other, I was intrigued by Rosie's taut back, butt and legs as she bent over to look for some clothes in her dresser drawer. Swiftly, I realized that Rosie was the Hispanic version of Tiffany. Lean, well defined muscles and raven colored pubes were some of her obvious features but it was as though I was seeing her for the first time. "Who better than my sexy roommate to satisfy my Sapphic needs," I silently mused. When Rosie turned around with a pair of panties in her hand, I confirmed that her front with the hot caramel colored nipples adorning her peach sized boobs, firm belly and pretty face was indeed reminiscent of Tiffany. My body erupted with a craving for the Latina hottie. Involuntarily, I began singing a familiar tune but barely audible. "...nothin could be finer than me lickin..." Rosie easily caught me gawking at her and in an uncharacteristic burst of modesty, put a hand over her crotch. "What's gotten into you?" she asked with curiosity. "Nothin, just admiring the view," I said wistfully Rosie's entire demeanor changed as she raised her arms and locked her hands behind her head. I drank in the beauty of her naked form and sighed with pleasure. "Like this view better?" she asked in a saucy tone and did a slow bump and grind with her pelvis. "Ooh yeah!" I answered enthusiastically and sat on the edge of my bed, totally enamored with her impromptu show. Rosie increased the tempo and moved closer to me at the same time. Her hot body undulated erotically and a very light sheen of sweat appeared via the heat. Rosie stopped in front of me and lowered a rigid nipple to my hungry lips. With the skill and determination that I learned over the summer, I suckled her juicy tits. "Oh...ooh...mucho caliente...umm..." she groaned breathlessly and thrust a hand between her thighs. As my mouth worked tirelessly on Rosie's boobs, her fingers labored vigorously, sliding through her slit. The sharp but pleasing aroma from her creaming pussy floated up to my olfactory nerve. "Jesu Christo, what happened to you last summer?" She asked, panting like a mad woman. Silently, I changed places with Rosie. My actions were all the proof she needed that indeed I had changed and for the better. With her legs akimbo and butt thrust forward, I licked my lips and nose-dived for her hot steamy box. As I contentedly supped on her frothing cleft, slurping and swallowing mouthfuls of her hot juices, she blew a fuse and came with explosive force. "Fuck...Oh Julie...it's so freakin big..." she roared and thrashed on the bed. With my back against the bed and legs spread on the carpet, a gooey finger glided effortlessly up my slobbering slice and over my pulsing clit. Sufficiently recovered from her exertions, Rosie dropped to her knees in front of me and hungrily eyed my soggy sex. Quickly, she flattened her body and planted her open mouth over my sparse muff. As her tongue noisily reamed my throbbing slit, I hummed the rhyming verse of Becky's ditty but with a minor change. "...nothin could be finer than her lickin my vagina in our dorm room..."