7 comments/ 47349 views/ 15 favorites The Lake in Summer By: TE999 Hello and welcome to my readers. My sincere thanks to you for your comments, feedback and votes on my previous efforts; I look forward to the same on this new tale. I hope you enjoy it. My continued appreciation goes out to Alex the Cat for her support and encouragement. ---------------------------------------- "Wahhooo, there it is. There's the old cabin. Look out fish, here we come." Laura Owens jerked awake as her husband Mark let out a happy cry. Their big SUV stopped in front of a dilapidated structure that vaguely resembled a house. She had been enjoying a dream in which she and her friends wandered through one dress shop after another, buying anything that took their fancy. It wasn't really that much different from her real life, but it passed the time on the three hour drive to get to Old Jim's Fishing Camp. If only her friends had come with her, she sighed, this was going to be so boring. Two weeks in this dirty place, she thought darkly, with no one except her husband and his three friends to talk with. Darn that Beth Saunders anyway, her bright idea got me into this mess. Beth had insisted that the wives accompany their husbands on their annual fishing trip this year so they could 'connect' as couples. As far as Laura was concerned, Beth had been watching too many of those touchy-feely 'advice' programs that solved everyone's problem in an hour. "That's where she probably got this dumb idea," Laura grumbled to herself. Beth's husband Dave worked with Mark at the same investment firm, along with Carl and Ted, the other members of the fishing expedition. Beth and Mark had been having 'problems' lately, mostly of a sexual nature to hear her tell it, so maybe it was to be her way of 'connecting' with her husband again. Of course, one of Beth's children had contracted chicken pox the day before they were supposed to leave, so she remained behind. Carl and Ted's wives had also quickly developed excellent last minute excuses for not going, so she was stuck for two weeks in a dirty cabin surrounded by testosterone and slimy fish. She had shopped so carefully for just the right outfits to wear, going to all the stores and on the internet. Now there was no one who would appreciate her new wardrobe, making Laura crankier than ever. The men began unloading the SUV and the small trailer attached to it, talking excitedly about the fish they were planning to catch. Laura sulked in the passengers' seat, almost totally ignored by her enthusiastic husband and his friends, wishing she were anywhere else but here. Finally, when the fishing tackle, coolers and suitcases had been unloaded, Laura opened the truck's door and walked into the cabin. It was ugly, dark and smelly and she hated it. The men didn't seem to notice, already removing their custom designed rods from their cases and opening their tackle boxes, preparing for a day of fishing. Laura walked out on the cabins porch and gazed at the vast expanse of Clear Lake, its far shore invisible in the morning mist. It was a beautiful view that Laura found strangely comforting, as she was not an outdoor person. Maybe she would walk along the shore later when the men were out in their boat and do a little exploring. Then she saw a figure walking along the path to the cabin from the lakeshore. At first, she thought it was a man dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, but as the figure neared, she could see it was a tall, blonde haired woman. Molly McClure loved the early mornings on the lake; it was her favorite time of day and had been since she was a little girl. She had grown up on the shores of Clear Lake, its inlets and coves as familiar to her as a city dweller would be with streets and avenues. Her father, Jim, had died last winter and she missed him terribly. Her mother had abandoned them many years before, simply disappearing one afternoon from their cabin, never to return. Her father had raised her as best he could, sharing his extensive knowledge of the lake and all its wonders with his only child. This would be her first summer in charge of her fathers fishing camp. Jim's employees had remained after his death, content to work for his daughter that they had watched grow to maturity. She was nervous, but confident her abilities and knowledge of the lake would carry her through the busy fishing season. As she neared the cabin where her first guests of the season were staying, she saw a stylish red haired woman standing on the porch, watching her as she approached. She waved and smiled, the woman waved and smiled in return. Oh goody, thought Laura as the woman strode purposefully toward her, someone to talk with in this hellhole. I hope she's friendly. Laura looked at the woman with eager curiosity. She was tall, probably 5' 11", at least a head taller than she was. She appeared to be about Laura's age, in her late twenties. Her skin was tanned and glowing, fairly bursting with health. With her red hair and pale skin, Laura felt washed out in comparison to this athletic individual. Her figure was slim, small breasted with narrow hips and long legs. As she neared, Laura could see her dark blonde hair worn shoulder length framing an attractive angular face, with a narrow nose, thin lips, and high cheekbones. Laura drew her jacket about her shoulders and shivered as she looked into the woman's' piercing blue eyes, not entirely from the mornings chill. When Molly drew closer to the woman on the porch, her long flaming red hair and deep green eyes intrigued her. She was stylishly dressed in expensive outdoor clothing; emphasizing her generous breasts, tiny waist and flared hips. Her gently rounded face was beautiful, with deep green eyes, an upturned nose, full lips and rosy cheeks. As she stepped onto the cabins porch, Molly felt a sudden warmth pass through her body as their eyes met. The woman smiled shyly and offered her hand. "Good morning, I'm Laura Owens, happy to meet you." Molly took the offered hand in hers and replied, "And good morning to you, ma'am. I'm Molly McClure, the owner of this fishing camp." Both women felt as if they had taken hold of a live wire as they clasped hands. Molly's sparkling blue eyes merged with Laura's shimmering pools of green. Neither woman moved for a long moment, overwhelmed by the depth of feeling they were experiencing with one simple touch. Then a shout of "Hey guys, I think our guide is here" from inside the cabin jerked them from their emotional connection. Molly's face broke into a huge smile and Laura grinned back at her, white teeth gleaming. Both women suddenly felt that they had found a friend and deep down in their souls, something much more. Then they were surrounded by four enthusiastic anglers, all talking at once, their voices a din in the women's' ears as they held tightly to their hands and continued to smile. "Hey Molly," Dave said, "Where's 'Old Jim', he always met us first thing so we could get on the lake. Where is he?" Molly reluctantly released Laura's hand, her smiling face suddenly somber. "My father is dead," she said quietly, "I'll be your guide today." The excited men suddenly fell silent and glanced at each other in disbelief. "Old Jim's dead," Mark finally replied. "I can't believe it. When did this happen?" "Late last winter," Molly said sadly. "We were boring some holes for some ice fishermen when Dad dropped the auger and fell down. A massive heart attack is what the doctor said." She paused and looked at the astonished men evenly, "Are you ready to go fishing today?" The men mumbled their assent and gathered up their fishing gear. Talking in low tones among themselves and casting sidelong glances at Molly, they began walking down the familiar path to the boat docks. When Laura made no move to follow, Molly asked, "Aren't you going with us? It's going to be a beautiful day." "I, I hadn't planned on it," Laura replied. "They didn't invite me and I assumed I wasn't wanted." Molly smiled, "Well, I want you to go with me. We'll have a lot of fun. Have you ever been fishing before?" "No, no I haven't," Laura said with a wry smile. "I wouldn't know what to do. I'd probably make a fool of myself and those men would laugh at me." "Go right back in that cabin and grab a hat and some sun tan lotion," Molly said decisively. "I'll teach you how to catch fish and no one will laugh at you if I can help it." The warm sun and the gentle rocking of the boat made concentration difficult for Laura as Molly explained the proper way to cast a line where the fish would hide. She would have preferred to take a nap in the warm sun, but she felt obligated to Molly for bringing her along and tried to be attentive. "...and you flick your wrist like this," Molly was saying, "and it lands just short of the reeds." The line sung from the reel and the bass jig landed with scarcely a ripple at the edge of the grassy clump. Molly handed Laura another rod and said, "Now you try it." Laura tried to emulate Molly's easy casting style, but succeeded only in tangling the line in an overhanging tree limb on the shoreline. Molly patiently untangled the line and encouraged Laura to cast again. As the sun rose in the sky, Laura's skills improved and soon she was casting her lures with reasonable accuracy. Then she caught her first fish! Molly helped her play her quarry, making sure the bass didn't swim back in the reeds and tangle her line. She squealed and laughed as Molly brought the flopping fish into the boat, disengaged the hook and put it in the boats live well. "Oh Molly, thanks for bringing me along and teaching me how to fish," Laura said excitedly. "I'm having a wonderful time," she paused and said hesitantly, "and I really enjoy being with you." She leaned across the boat and hugged Molly, feeling a strange tingle run through her body as the tanned woman enthusiastically hugged her back. Molly's mind was whirling as she embraced her blonde haired fishing companion. She had never felt this way about a woman before, but she wanted to take Laura in her arms and smother her with kisses. Stop thinking this way her mind screamed at her. This woman is married. She's not interested in you. However as Laura continued to cling to her, chattering happily about her fish, Molly lifted her face to hers and kissed her lightly on the lips. Laura was surprised and excited as Molly's lips pressed on hers ever so softly. Without thinking, she returned the kiss, brushing Molly's lips with her tongue. She had never kissed a woman in this way before, but it felt so right to kiss Molly. The women moved closer on the boat's seat, tightening their embrace, their kisses becoming more passionate and intense. "Hey Molly, where are you guys," came the call from beyond the reeds. "We've got our limit for today, let's head back." Molly and Laura reluctantly released each other, gazing lovingly in each other's eyes. Molly replied to the men's call, started the engine and turned the boat around as Mark and the others came around the bend. With Molly's boat leading the way, the two boats returned to the fishing camp. Laura sat as close to Molly as she dared, staring straight ahead, her emotions in turmoil. Why did she feel like this? She had never desired a woman like this before. She was a married woman, for God's sake. Then she felt Molly's hand caressing hers and she uttered a little moan of happiness. It hit her like a thunderbolt; she was falling in love with Molly. She turned her head and looked into Molly's blue eyes. Molly tried to concentrate on piloting the boat back to the camp. However, seeing Laura seated in front of her, scarlet hair flying in the breeze, filled her heart with joy. She reached out and clasped Laura's hand, feeling an answering squeeze in return. Then Laura turned and looked at her. The love in her eyes made Molly's heart soar and she felt like crying. She returned the loving gaze and saw Laura's green eyes sparkling with unshed tears. The feelings and emotions were mutual and it was wonderful. With the boats tied and secured, the fish put on ice and the rods and tackle packed up, Mark and the others walked back to their cabin. Laura told them she would be along in a minute; she wanted to speak to Molly. She felt a twinge of guilt as she watched her husband walking down the path talking to his companions, but then he always seemed more at ease around other men. For some time now, Laura's feelings for the man she married ten years ago had diminished significantly as his indifference to her increased. He was spending more time at the office and out with his friends than he was with her. Their sex life was non-existent except for a few rapid couplings induced by Mark that brought Laura no satisfaction, only frustration. They had become virtual strangers, sharing the same house and bed but little else. Laura felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked at Molly, her blonde hair radiant in the glow of the setting sun. "Molly, I..." she began. Molly smiled and placed two fingers on Laura's lips. "Shhh, don't say a word. Just answer me one question. Do you love him? If you do, please go now and we'll forget that this ever happened." Laura took a deep breath and sighed. "Not any more," she said in a low voice. Not for some time." She took Molly's hands in hers, "I think I love you Molly. I have never loved a woman before. I am scared and excited at the same time. This is all new to me." Molly swallowed hard, "I have never loved anyone before, woman or man. My life and love has been my father and the lake. Then I saw you standing on the porch of the cabin and all that changed. I think I love you too, Laura, and I am as scared as you are." She hesitated for a moment, "Will you meet me tonight in the shower building at nine o' clock? It will be quiet there and we can talk." "Oh yes," Laura replied happily. "Mark and his buddies play poker all evening, they won't miss me. I'll see you at nine." She moved off down the path towards the cabin, waving over her shoulder at her friend. Molly watched her walk away, wishing that time would pass quickly so she could be with Laura once again. Then she turned and headed toward her office. Laura picked absentmindedly at her food as Mark and the others ate most of the stew she had prepared. Her repeated glances at her watch didn't make time move any faster. Would it never be nine o' clock? Finally, the hour arrived and she packed up her towels, soap and shampoo, announcing to Mark and the others where she was going. They were engrossed in their game and briefly acknowledged her. "I may visit Molly afterwards," she said in passing. Laura walked quickly to the shower building, looking anxiously for Molly. After waiting for almost an hour, Laura decided Molly was not interested in her like she thought. She felt like such a fool. I may as well take a shower as long as I'm here, she thought, no point in making a trip for nothing. Placing her towels, clothing and underwear on a bench, she turned on the taps and waited for the water to warm. The hot spray felt good on her skin after a day outdoors. As she began to wash, her hands moving over her breasts and thighs felt erotic and exciting. She remembered Molly's soft lips on hers and the warm embrace they shared. She began to caress her pink nipples, feeling them harden and become sensitive. Then her hand was rubbing her wet pussy, her finger stroking her pulsing clit. Laura began to masturbate as thoughts of Molly filled her mind. She imagined it was Molly's fingers touching her as she became more excited. "Ohhhh Molly, touch me there. It feels so good. Ohhh Molly, I love youuuu..." Laura rubbed herself faster and harder, feeling her orgasm building, whimpering in her fantasy. She felt as if she would explode. Molly ran down the path towards the shower building. A last minute check-in with credit card problems had delayed her for almost an hour at the office. She hoped Laura had not become discouraged and gone back to her cabin. Molly knew she was falling in love with the red haired beauty, but she also felt guilty about coming between Laura and her husband. She decided to tell Laura that it was important that she try to rekindle her relationship with her spouse. She did not want to be responsible for breaking up their marriage and decided that they should not take their summer infatuation any further. Stepping through the door of the building, Molly heard water running in the last stall. She saw a pile of woman's clothing on the bench in front of the stall. As she moved closer, she heard Laura moaning and saying her name repeatedly. Molly pulled the shower curtain aside and the breath caught in her throat. She saw Laura's naked body for the first time, the pale skin shimmering under the flowing water. She was leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, pinching her stiff pink nipples and rubbing her hand in her red furred crotch. "Ohhh Molly, touch me there, I love you..." she moaned, masturbating furiously. Molly's resolve crumbled at the erotic sight as she tore at her clothes. Laura was close, so close to cumming. Her nipples ached and her clit was throbbing. She gasped as she felt strong hands cover hers as she rubbed her pussy and pinched her nipple. Her eyes flew open and she saw Molly gazing at her with love in her eyes, her firm tanned body glistening in the shower spray. "Molly, Molly, you didn't forget me.", she cried. "You do love me, I knew you did. Please Molly, make me cum. I want to cum for you, my darling..." Molly pulled Laura against her and smashed her lips onto Laura's upturned mouth. Their tongues slid and writhed against one another in one long passion filled kiss. Molly pushed Laura's hand aside and drove two long fingers deep in her lovers sopping pussy, her thumb tormenting the pulsing clit. Laura spread her legs wider for her lover's hand, caressing and squeezing Molly's firm round ass, grinding their hard nippled breasts together. Molly felt Laura's spongy g-spot under her fingers and stroked against it rapidly. She felt Laura's body stiffen against her as she orgasmed. "Ahhhhh, my Goddd, Mollyyyy, do meeeee, I love youuu..." Laura screamed as her creamy juices flooded Molly's thrusting hand. She came twice more on Molly's stiff fingers and collapsed against her lover, gasping and moaning. Molly's body was screaming for release, her pussy ached with need and her nipples were so hard they hurt. With an anguished cry, she grabbed Laura's delicate hand and shoved it deep into her pussy, pushing it back and forth. Laura reacted instantly, her erotic senses heightened by her massive orgasms. Laura sucked Molly's tongue down in her throat and opened her hand wide inside her lovers gushing cunt, spinning and wriggling her fingers. Molly whimpered and moaned as Laura's fingers stroked and rubbed against her soft, pink walls and her upturned thumb found her pleasure spot. Laura worked her hand deep in her lovers' pussy and rubbed her aching cunt against Molly's slick thigh, seeking another orgasm. Molly's hands clutched the firm globes of Laura's round ass, kneading the pale flesh like stiff dough. "Ahhhhh, please, Laura, please push harder, harder. Ohhhh, I'm cumminggg, eeeeeeee..." Molly howled as wave upon wave of orgasmic ecstasy swept over her, her cum gushing past Laura's thrusting hand, swirling away in the showers stream. Laura screamed and exploded against Molly's hard thigh, her body wracked with yet another fierce orgasm. Molly's knees give way and she slid down the tile wall, pulling Laura with her as the water cascaded over them. Laura slid her hand from Molly's pussy and straddled her waist, covering her lovers' face with kisses they recovered from their intense orgasms. "Oh Molly, my sweet Molly, I love you so much. I know you love me too. I never want to be apart from you, never," Laura whispered in her sweethearts' ear, hugging her tightly. The Lake in Summer Molly returned Laura's warm embrace, burying her face in her long wet hair, smelling the strawberry herbal shampoo. "My darling Laura, my sweetheart, my lover," she replied. "Please don't ever leave me. I think I shall die if you do." Laura squealed and jumped up as the water suddenly turned cold, then Molly was on her feet and turning off the taps. They dried the water from their bodies with the towels Laura had brought and sat together on the bench, hugging and kissing. Molly took Laura's face in her hands and said. "Come back to my cabin, my love. Come back to my bed. Spend the night with me. Please." Laura hesitated for a moment. What if Mark awoke and found her gone. She had told him she might visit Molly after she had bathed for some 'girl talk'. What if he awoke and she wasn't there? What would he think? Would it even matter? Then she looked into her lovers' blue eyes and replied, "Take me with you, Molly. I want to be with you tonight and every night." Molly clutched handfuls of the bed sheet as she thrust her hips upward, pushing her gushing cunt into Laura's devouring mouth. Laura had never eaten a pussy before, but she was proving to be a natural in the art of oral love. Molly uttered little shrieks of delight as her lovers' tongue scoured the very depths of her vagina, caressing the wet pink walls. Laura's soft fingers pinched and pulled on her aching clit, intensifying her pleasure. She felt as if she would shatter from the sensations coursing through her. Laura's hand covered Molly's small firm breast, squeezing the nipple between her fingers, pulling and teasing the stiffened flesh. Laura wanted Molly to cum in her mouth, to fill her throat with her sweet juices; she wanted to drink it all. Sensing her lover was close to cumming, Laura pumped three fingers into Molly's foaming pussy and sucked eagerly on her clit, driving her over the edge. Laura quickly fastened her voracious mouth over Molly's gushing pussy, lashing with her long tongue. "Ahhhhhhh, oh Godddd, Lauraaaa, I'm cummingggg, eat meeeee..." Molly screamed as she came repeatedly, flooding Laura's mouth with sweet nectar. Laura gulped and swallowed, not wanting to lose a delicious drop as her lover bucked and thrashed against her face. Then Molly fell back on the bed, whimpering softly as her spasms subsided. Laura embraced her lover, kissing her on the nose and forehead as she recovered. "Oh Molly," she said breathlessly," you are so beautiful when you cum. I love to make you cum." Molly's eyes regained their focus and she looked at her red haired sweetheart, her face glistening with the juices of their love. She had never seen anything so wonderful in her life. She pulled Laura to her and for the first time tasted her cum in her lovers' warm mouth. It was delicious. Her strength returning, she gently pushed Laura's shoulders to the mattress. Straddling her body, she began nibbling on her thick pink nipples, licking the crinkly aureoles with her long tongue. Laura's fingers stroked Molly's back and shoulders, lightly scratching the tanned flesh with her fingernails, playfully tickling her ribs. She gasped as Molly's busy mouth found her belly button, nipping and sucking, and then moved to her red thicket of pubic hair, blowing softly on it. Molly hesitated as she gazed upon her lovers' juicy pussy, wanting to make her lover cum and cum. Her mouth watered as she tentatively licked the slick folds, the wonderful aroma filling her nostrils. Sighing in anticipation, she dove in. Molly's wriggling tongue burrowed deep in Laura's flowing pussy, caressing the velvet flesh, reaching to her very core. Laura's back arched as Molly's strong hands gripped her ass cheeks, her long fingers probing in the puckered hole. Molly licked and sucked Laura's delicious pussy, eating her like a starving wolf. She engulfed the blood-engorged lips in her mouth, humming and growling, the vibrations coursing through Laura's body like bolts of lightning. "Ohhhh my Goddd, Molleeee, eat meeee, pleeeease don't stoppp..." Laura wailed as her lover brought her to heights of ecstasy that she had never known. Molly looked up at her lover through her thicket of flaming red hair as Laura watched her eat her sweet cunt. Their eyes locked in a loving gaze and in that moment, both women knew that this union was indeed forever and their lives would never be the same again. Molly gobbled huge mouthfuls of Laura's slippery pussy flesh as her hips ground against Molly's face. In her wildest dreams, Molly could not imagine anything more satisfying than being between her lovers' soft thighs, her face buried in the wet, pink folds. Molly could sense her lover was ready to cum and thrust three fingers up to the palm in her steaming pussy, while sucking her throbbing clit between her lips. Laura erupted her hot sticky cum into her lovers' face as her orgasms rolled through her like crashing waves. "Ahhhhh, Molleeee, fuck meeee, fuck meeeee, ohhhhhh..." she screamed, cumming repeatedly until she collapsed on the mattress, shaking and moaning. Molly slid up to her and cradled her in her arms, rocking and humming tunelessly as Laura recovered from the intense sensations. Laura stretched luxuriantly as Molly kissed her tenderly on her forehead. "Such a lovely evening I'm having in the arms of my lover," she sighed. "I'm so very happy, my darling Molly. I love you so very much." Molly's eyes were wet with tears of happiness as she covered Laura's warm body with her own. The contact of their fiery skins was pure bliss. The lovers lay together for some time, exchanging tender kisses, submerged in a sea of rapture. Molly's eyes wandered to the clock on the bedside table. It was after four AM. "Laura, my sweet one," she said sadly, "you should be getting back to your cabin before Mark awakens and finds you gone." Laura smiled. "I've already thought of that, my darling. I'll sleep on the couch and tell Mark his snoring was keeping me awake. He'll never know the difference." A part of her was amazed at how easily this deception had sprung into her mind, but when Molly's lips found hers, her concerns melted away. Laura moved silently through the dark cabin, the taste of Molly's juicy pussy still fresh on her tongue. Molly had walked her back to the cabin, the moon illuminating the path. One final embrace, a passionate kiss and Molly was gone in the dim light, Laura missing her immediately. She lay upon the couch, pulling a blanket over her, feeling elation and sadness at her new experiences. Mark was a good man and they had many happy times together. She loved him once and in a way still did, but the passion had fled long before, leaving only a vague yearning for what once was. In the short time they had been together, Molly had become the focus of Laura's interest and her life. She had never imagined she would love another, much less a woman, with a white-hot intensity that astounded her. She could not go back to her former life now that she and Molly had found each other. She snuggled into the leather cushions, dreaming of tomorrow when she and her lover would be together once more. Molly stretched and yawned, her lithe body motions reminding Laura of a contented house cat as she rubbed sun tan lotion on her lovers' bronzed skin. As the days progressed, they no longer maintained the pretext of fishing, only seeking a place where they could be alone. Molly cleverly led Mark and his friends to areas of the lake where the fish were plentiful but wily, ensuring the men would not catch their limit for several hours, possibly all day. Then she and Laura would seek out a secluded cove; sunbathe, eat a picnic lunch and make love until the sun dropped in the sky. Then every evening, Laura would steal away to Molly's bed for hours of orgasmic bliss. If the men had any indication, as to what the women were doing they gave no sign, seemingly focused on their beer, poker and fishing. Molly trembled with desire as Laura's lotion covered hands slid along her body, cupping her small firm breasts, sliding over her legs and shoulders and skimming teasingly along her swollen pussy lips and clit. Molly and Laura were strangers to Sapphic love when they first met, now they were experts in pleasing each other, needing little stimulation to inflame their passions to a frightening intensity. Molly pulled her lover to her, their oiled bodies sliding sensuously against one another as she sought Laura's' full lips, swishing her tongue in her mouth. Laura slid easily between Molly's outstretched legs, rubbing her flame red mat against Molly's blonde mound, seeking her throbbing clit. Molly wrapped her leg around Laura's firm thigh, rocking slowly back and forth, as Laura straddled Molly's thigh emulating her motion. Locked in a loving embrace, their pussies and clits in a delicious friction toward orgasm, the lovers' failed to notice the storm approaching over the horizon. Clear Lake was beautiful, but like many of natures' wonders, it could also be dangerous. The Lakes storms were the stuff of legends, sinking large ships without a trace and sending massive waves crashing against the shoreline obliterating everything in their path. Such a summer storm was fast approaching, sweeping all before it, scattering small boats like a child's toys. When the storm announced it's arrival with a resounding clap of thunder, it drowned out Molly and Laura's happy cries of mutual orgasmic bliss. Molly jumped to her feet, pulling Laura from the blanket. "Hurry, my love," she cried, pulling on her clothes as Laura followed suit, "we have to find Mark and the others before the storm swamps their boat. We need to find them a safe harbor, quickly." Laura hung on for dear life as Molly opened the outboard motors throttle, sending the skiff rocketing over the water. It seemed to Laura that the boat was only striking the tops of the increasingly high waves, lurching and swaying as their speed increased. Molly's sharp eyes were scanning the horizon for the fishermen's boat, silently cursing herself for not sensing the storms approach as she had so many times before. Suddenly she saw them calmly casting their lines and talking, oblivious to the impending doom fast approaching. Probably half drunk by now she thought disgustedly. I hope they'll follow my orders and not argue with me. The men looked up from their sport to see the skiff approaching at full power, the blonde-haired woman and her red-haired companion hollering and waving frantically. Suddenly they saw the bank of indigo clouds looming on the horizon, spitting sizzling bolts of lightning, their swirling tops reaching high into the sky. Then they heard Molly's strident voice. "Start your engine and follow me. I'll lead you to a place of safety, but we must hurry." The befuddled men fell over each other in their haste to comply, finally starting the engine as Molly and Laura circled their boat urging them to get a move on. Then they were off in a race for their lives. Laura was frightened but she was also calm. Clutching the sides of the lurching boat, she looked back at the bronzed face of her lover, her blue eyes searching intently for a sheltering cove, her tanned hands steady on the motor's tiller and throttle. Laura's heart was overflowing with joy and she felt safe in spite of the approaching danger. Molly would save her; she would save all of them. In that moment, Laura knew that no matter what happened, she would love Molly for the rest of her days. As if sensing her lovers' thoughts, Molly looked down at her and winked, a broad smile momentarily replacing the grim set of her mouth. As the first strong winds whipped the whitecaps to froth, Molly saw what she was looking for, a narrow sheltered inlet on the lee side of a small island. There was only room for one boat, but her concern was for the four anglers, they were her responsibility. Motioning the men's' boat ahead of her, she watched with satisfaction as they sped to safety. In a panic, they all but drove their boat on the rocky shore, throwing out the anchor and running for the trees. Molly gunned the engine and set off for another cove she knew, hoping she was not too late. Laura screamed in terror as a gigantic wind-driven wave rose behind their boat. Molly had only a second to react before their immersion in a green wall of water. The powerful wave smashed the boat to pieces and flung the women into the dark depths. Laura awoke with a start. Every bone in her body ached and her sodden clothing steamed in the afternoon sun. She was lying on a small-pebbled beach. Evidently, she was on an island in the lake. However, where was Molly? She did not see her anywhere. She rose painfully to her feet, her body was stiff and sore, but her concern was for her lover. Where was she? Laura limped painfully up and down the narrow beach, seeing no one. She was all alone. A thrill of fear swept through her, how anyone could find her in this maze of islands? She had no food, no shelter and Molly was gone. Was she dead, on another island or floating somewhere on the lake? Where were Mark and the others? Would they be able to find her in this watery labyrinth? Her muscles throbbed and she suddenly felt alone and overwhelmed. She sank to her knees on the wet sand and began to cry, her body racked with gasping sobs as the magnitude of her loss hit home. Her Molly was lost to her forever. She did not want to live. What was she to do? "Hey," said a familiar voice, "What are you crying about. I saved you didn't I?" Laura jumped to her feet; her tear filled eyes seeing Molly walking toward her from a grove of trees, her arms filled with splintered branches. "Molly," Laura screamed happily, "You're alive, you're alive." She ran to her lover as Molly dropped the wood she had been carrying and gathered her into her arms. Laura wrapped her legs around Molly's waist, covering her face with kisses, giggling hysterically "You're alive, you're alive." Molly sat down and hugged Laura tightly, returning her blizzard of kisses, eagerly embracing her excited companion. Laura finally took a deep breath and asked, "How did we get here? Where are we? Where is the boat? Are Mark and the others okay? Are you okay...? Molly chuckled and put two fingers against Laura's lips. "Hold on love, one question at a time. That wave swamped the boat and smashed it to kindling. When I came to the surface, you were floating in your life jacket, knocked out. I swam and towed you to this island. I've been preparing a camp site for us. You seemed okay, so I let you sleep. I'm sure Mark and the others are safe, and I'll bet they're sending search parties out for us right now. Oh yeah, I'm just fine. A few bruises and sore muscles, that's all." "Oh Molly, I thought I'd lost you," Laura said, her voice breaking. "When I thought you were gone, I just wanted to die. I don't want to live without you my darling." "I can't imagine life without you either, my sweet one," Molly replied, nuzzling Laura's red mane. "However, we are together now and that is all that matters." Molly lifted Laura to her feet, saying "Help me gather some firewood, babe. Nightfall's coming soon and I want a big fire, besides we need to cook our dinner." Laura looked at her quizzically. Molly laughed and showed her the string of fish bobbing among the rocks. "I took a minute to catch these beauties. Have you ever scaled a fish before, my love? Well, it's time you learned." Molly smiled as she watched Laura nibbling on the last of her fish, delicately spitting the bones into the blazing fire. She loved her blonde-haired sweethearts enthusiasm as she undertook any task presented to her. After overcoming her initial squeamishness, Laura was scaling and filleting the fish as if she had been doing it for years. With a little coaching, she could become an accomplished outdoorswoman. Molly was sure of that. That idiot husband of hers treated her as if she was a brainless ball of fluff, not as a woman with so much potential that she could see her doing anything to which she put her mind. Laura sighed and leaned back against Molly's wiry body, gazing at her beautiful face silhouetted in the flickering firelight. How strong and brave she was, rescuing her, catching those fish, starting the fire; everything about her was wonderful. Then Laura felt her desires begin to stir and she shivered. "What's wrong, sweetie," said Molly tenderly. "Are you cold?" "No, my darling," Laura replied in a low voice. "I want to make love. I want you so much. Can we, please?" "I thought you'd never ask, my angel," Molly chuckled as they began to undress each other. Molly crouched over her lover, licking and sucking on her thick nipples, laving the crinkled aureoles with her warm tongue. Laura cupped Molly's firm breasts in her soft hands, rubbing the pointed nipples with her thumbs, loving her guttural moans of pleasure. Molly filled her mouth with Laura's sweet breast flesh, flicking the nipple repeatedly with her tongue. Laura squeezed and kneaded Molly's breasts, and then she lightly pinched and twisted each erect nipple between her fingers, knowing the sensations were driving her lover wild. Molly's eager mouth left Laura's breasts and traveled down her body, nibbling and licking her stomach and thighs. Laura whimpered in her need as Molly licked up and down each leg, getting closer to her final destination with each lick. She gripped Laura's ass cheeks in her hands and shoved her face in the blonde thicket as Laura's thighs tightened against her head. Laura screamed in delight as Molly's mouth engulfed her sopping cunt, her stiff tongue driving deep into the slick crevice, sliding along the tender walls. She gripped Molly's head with both hands and lifted her hips, grinding her wetness into her lovers' face. "Ahhhhh, Molleeee, eat me, take me my loverrrr, take meeeee..." she howled as Molly feasted on her gushing pussy, uttering animalistic growls of pure pleasure. Laura's hips bucked and thrashed as Molly replaced her tongue with four fingers, driving deep into Laura's foaming cunt, moving rapidly in and out. Molly purred with delight as she sucked Laura's throbbing clit in her mouth, drawing it between her sharp, white teeth. Laura mauled her aching breasts, pinching her nipples savagely as the pleasure pain went directly to her pulsing clit. Then her orgasms coursed through her, rolling along her nerves like liquid flame. 'Eeeeeeee, Mollyyyy, I'm cumming for you. I'm cummminnggg, yeeeeeee..." she cried, her voice a wavering scream. Then she collapsed. When Laura awakened, Molly was lying on her side, watching her lovingly. "Did, did I pass out?" Laura asked in wonderment. She had never cum like that before in her life. It was wonderful. "By my watch, you had a ten minute nap," Molly laughed. "You must have cum five times. I lost count. Your face is so beautiful when you cum. I love you." Molly stood up and placed several more branches on the dying fire, the flames shooting into the night sky. Laura arose, stepped behind her lover and put her arms around her waist. "Now it's your turn, my darling," she said huskily, "lie down and let me pleasure you." Molly lay back on the pile of dry clothes that was their bed, moaning as Laura suckled tenderly on her stiff nipples, her hands gliding over the firm breast flesh. She squeezed, licked and sucked Molly's breasts until she was mad with lust. "Oh God," she moaned. "Laura please, eat my pussy, I want your tongue in me, eat me pleeeease..." Laura teased her lover for a while longer, sucking on her belly button, rubbing her face in the blonde thicket and blowing on her erect clit. Then she lifted Molly's thighs onto her shoulders and cupped Molly's ass cheeks in her palms. Molly whined in ecstasy as her lovers tongue lashed her aching clit and stabbed deep in her soaking cunt. Laura slurped and sucked on the wet pink folds, biting gently on the blood engorged outer pussy lips. Molly arched her back, thrusting her pussy into her lovers' mouth, whimpering and gasping as Laura devoured her. Her hips jerked as Laura slid a wet finger into her asshole, stroking the sensitive walls. Molly writhed on the pile of clothes as her lover brought her to the edge repeatedly, her pussy quivering in sweet agony, begging for release. Laura drove four fingers into Molly's liquid cunt, twisting them about, her wet lips sucking forcefully on Molly's hard clit, rocketing her to orgasm. The Lake in Summer "Lauraaaa," Molly screamed. "Oh my Godddd, Lauraaaa, eat meeeee, fuck meeeee. I love youuuu, ahhhhh..." Molly sprayed her lovers face repeatedly with her sweet cum as her orgasms tore through her, leaving her limp and exhausted. She cuddled an equally exhausted Laura in her arms as they licked cum from their faces and fingers. Naked bodies entwined, they fell into a dreamless sleep, secure in each other's embrace. The morning sun awakened the castaways on their bed of clothing. They stretched and yawned, wishing for a cup of coffee, realizing they had only lake water and cold fish for breakfast. They decided to take a swim. Holding hands, they ran into the chilly water, squealing and laughing, playfully dunking each other as they reveled in the glory of being together and alive. Standing in the shallows, the lovers' embraced and kissed tenderly. Gazing into each other's eyes, they slowly fingered each other's pussies, moaning as they shared a sweet morning orgasm. As Molly and Laura lay on the pebbled beach, the rising sun drying their bodies, Molly cocked her head and listened intently. "What is it sweetie," Laura asked. "What do you hear?" Molly rose to her feet. "We better get our clothes on, Babe. I think we're about to be rescued. We don't want to give those Coast Guard flyboys a show." They were lacing up their shoes when the familiar 'whup-whup-whup' sound of a helicopters rotor blade broke through the stillness. Then the orange aircraft was hovering above them, a voice through a bullhorn asking them if they were injured. They shook their heads no as the machine dropped lower towards them, the wind whipping the sand in their faces. With the assistance of a crewmember, they climbed aboard the hovering craft and in no time were landing at the fishing camp. After a quick examination from the medic on board, the lovers stood holding hands watching as the helicopter flew away. Laura and Molly turned as they heard a chorus of voices coming toward them. A group of reporters and camera operators were running down the slope to the shoreline where they were standing, anxious to be the first to interview the rescued women. Close behind them were Molly's employees from the camp and Laura's husband and the other anglers. Molly and Laura patiently answered the blizzard of inane questions from the reporters, wanting it all to be over. The female reporters made a specific point of highlighting Molly's survival skills; including her carrying fishing tackle, waterproof matches and a collapsible multi-tool in her jacket pockets as a matter of routine when she went on the water. Laura's eyes swept the crowd and saw Mark's anxious face looking at her. Her heart sank as she realized her happy time with Molly was reaching an end. She dreaded confronting Mark with the truth that she no longer loved him. She only wanted to be with Molly. She would settle things with him when they arrived home and she would join Molly as soon as possible. As the reporters were leaving, Laura whispered in Molly's ear that she was going to talk to her husband about their newfound love for each other and that she wanted a divorce. Molly smiled and nodded, it was for the best. Molly sat in her office rummaging through the mail that had accumulated in her absence. She missed her red haired lover already and hoped they would not be apart for very long. Her office door flew open and Laura rushed in, dashing around the desk and hugging Molly around the neck. She was shaking and sobbing, hardly able to speak. Molly led her to a nearby couch and held her until she calmed down. "It was terrible, Molly," Laura said when she regained her composure. "Mark cried, he actually cried. He apologized for neglecting me; he wants to make it up to me. He said he realized how he had been ignoring me when he thought I was dead. He wants us to be a couple again." Laura took a deep, gasping breath. "I don't love him anymore, I don't. I love you, Molly, only you. I want to be with you forever." She began to cry again, her face pressed into Molly's broad shoulder. Molly swallowed hard. She knew what she must do. The words stuck in her throat and her voice was not her own. "Laura, my love, you must go to him. He is your husband. You have ten years together. You have only known me for a short time. I love you with all my heart and I will always love you, but we must do what is right." She hugged Laura tightly as her own tears began to flow. "Remember me my love, please remember me." Molly watched stone-faced as Mark and his friends loaded the SUV and the trailer for the long drive back to Clear Lake City. She had told herself she was not going to watch her lover leave. It already hurt too much to bear. However, she wanted to see Laura one more time, maybe steal one more kiss. Laura slumped dispiritedly in the SUV's passenger seat, her cheek against the window glass. Her heart was breaking and she wished she could see her lover again before they were gone. Then Molly appeared at the window, her blue eyes filled with tears. Laura pressed the switch and the window slid down. She was face to face with her lover one final time. Molly reached out and caressed Laura's tear stained cheek as fresh tears began to flow. Laura grasped Molly's hand and kissed her fingers. Once more blue eyes met green and a spark of love jumped between them. Then Mark was vaulting into the drivers seat, eager to be on their way as his friends clambered into the rear seats. "Thank you for saving Laura's life, Molly," he said, oblivious to their anguish, "she means a lot to me." Molly stepped away from the massive vehicle. "Thank you, Mark. I'm just glad I was there to help." Her voice breaking, she said, "I guess I'll see you next year then." "You can count on it," Mark replied happily. "Maybe Laura will come back with me. Would you like that Laura? You and Molly seem to have become friends." Laura nodded, not daring to speak for fear she would scream in her agony of loss. Mark started the engine and they drove away. Laura mouthed the words 'I love you' to Molly and then they were gone. Molly watched them until they rounded the curve and went out of sight. Her shoulders slumped as she walked disconsolately back to her office and her life alone. Soon the warm days of summer were a memory and as the leaves began to fall, Molly and her workers closed down most of the camp for the winter; leaving two cabins open for the hardy ice anglers. Molly had thrown herself into her work since Laura had departed, maintaining a frantic pace to keep her mind occupied, trying and failing to suppress the memories of her lover. She had not washed her bed sheets and pillowcases for days because Laura's scent still clung to them. She had found a pair of Laura's panties under her bed and held them to her face as she masturbated furiously night after night, screaming her lovers' name. The dull ache in her heart would not go away and her sadness had become a part of her very being. Many times, she wanted to call Laura to hear her sweet voice, but decided it would be too painful for both of them. She thought it best to leave things as they were and live with her memories. Molly could see that a hard winter was approaching as she carried another load of wood to the shed. The animals' behavior was a sure sign as they stored food wherever they could and grew thick coats of fur. Of the birds of summer, only the hardy Red Headed Woodpeckers and the bright red Cardinals remained. Their plumage only served as another painful reminder to Molly of what she had lost. When she allowed her thoughts to wander, she often speculated as to what Laura might be doing at that moment. Was she happy with Mark? Would she ever see her again? If he brings her here next summer, she thought, I should not be here. I couldn't stand to be near her and not hold her in my arms. She sighed and resumed stacking the split pieces of wood. Christmas was her fathers' favorite holiday and in years past, Molly shared his enthusiasm. However, this year he was not with her and her heart was not in it as she looked at the boxes of decorations in the basement of their cabin. She knew her father would want her to decorate, but it was just too painful. I'll just skip it this year, she thought. Maybe I'll see if my aunt in Florida would like some company for a week or two, I really need to get away for awhile and leave my sadness behind. A faint tapping noise from upstairs caught her attention. Probably a woodpecker storing acorns in the eaves, she thought, it's going to be a long winter. The tapping continued, becoming more insistent. Curious as to what it might be, Molly ascended the cellar steps and walked through the kitchen into the living room. Someone was knocking on the door and she moved to open it. Who was there? She was not expecting any deliveries today. Laura stood in the doorway, her flaming hair haloed in the afternoon sun, her sporty BMW coupe parked in the driveway. Molly's heart was in her throat as her sweetheart said softly, "I, I left him, my love. It was not working. All I could do was think of you. I tried, I really did. I'm yours if you still want me." Her green eyes bored into Molly's very soul and she choked back a sob. Molly lunged forward, gathering her summer lover in her arms, covering her face with kisses and whimpering with joy. Laura hugged Molly with all her strength, pressing her body tightly against her beloved, locking her mouth on Molly's in a blazing soul kiss. Molly lifted Laura in her arms, kicked the front door shut and carried her into the bedroom. They ripped and tore at each other's clothes, tumbling naked on Molly's bed, crying and laughing in their happiness. Laura licked and sucked on Molly's firm breasts and diamond hard nipples, sliding her leg against her wet pussy. Molly moaned and gathered Laura's full breasts into her strong hands, kneading and caressing the firm flesh, rubbing her pussy on Laura's knee. Laura rubbed her foaming pussy on Molly's upraised leg, the delicious friction sending shocks and thrills through her body. Both women humped furiously as they neared their orgasm. "Ohhhh Molly," Laura moaned. "I'm so close, so close. Cum with me my love, cum with meeeee..." "Ahhhh, my Godddd. Yessss, Laura, yeeesss, I'm cumming with you. I'm cummminggg..." Molly cried, her plentiful juices drenching Laura's leg as Laura sprayed Molly's leg with her thick, warm cum. They rocked frantically against one another, cumming repeatedly until they dropped from exhaustion. Laura and Molly exchanged tired smiles as they lay entwined on the cool sheets, their tanned and pale bodies in erotic contrast. Finally, the women were once again content in the arms of their lover. "Laura, my beautiful Laura," Molly crooned. "I never thought I'd see you again. If you had returned with Mark next summer, I was going to run away. I couldn't face you knowing we couldn't be together. You were always in my thoughts. My heart ached for you and my life was so lonely." "Oh Molly, my sweet one, my angel," Laura whispered. "My life since I left you has been totally empty. I thought about you constantly. Mark tried to win me back, but it was no use. The only way I could stand his lovemaking was if I imagined it was you loving me. I finally told him that we were lovers this summer and that you have stolen my heart. He said all he wanted was my happiness and that I should go to you and here I am. I love you Molly and I want to be with you always." Laura arose on her hands and knees. "I want to taste you once again, my darling. I want your sweet pussy in my mouth. I've missed you so very much. I want us to eat each other until we cum and cum." Molly spread her legs as Laura turned her body around and straddled her face, lowering her wet slit to Molly's waiting mouth. "Laura, my sweetheart," she moaned, "How I've dreamed of this moment. I want my mouth full of your sweet honey. I love you." Laura dipped her face into Molly's foaming cunt, licking deep into the slick crevice, salivating at the rich aroma of her lovers' warm hole. Molly hooked her arms around Laura's thighs, filling her mouth with juicy pussy flesh, nibbling and licking in total abandon. Laura jerked and moaned, burrowing her tongue through Molly's warm pink folds, sucking on the velvety inner walls. Molly's eager mouth found Laura's pulsing clit and sucked on it as it emerged from it's silky sheath, caressing it with her tongue. Laura's tongue traveled down from Molly's pussy to her puckered asshole, licking and nibbling, burrowing her tongue in the tight hole. Molly gasped as Laura's wet tongue invaded her intimate place. Then she responded by licking Laura's pink asshole, worming her tongue past the tight muscle as Laura moaned. Molly and Laura were in heaven as they tongued each other's sensitive assholes repeatedly, sucking on the wrinkled flesh. Then, knowing what their love partner would enjoy, they each plunged four fingers in their lovers' sopping pussies, twirling them around in the slick warm depths and sucking eagerly on each other's throbbing clits. Molly thrust her pussy against her lovers' fingers as she felt herself cumming. Her senses overloaded as her orgasms slammed through her. "Ohhhh, Laura my loverrrr, fuck meee, fuck meeee, ahhhhh..." she howled, gushing cum repeatedly into Laura's sweet face and sucking mouth. Laura ground her foaming cunt against her lovers' fingers as she orgasmed repeatedly, flooding Molly's face and mouth with wave upon wave of frothing cum. "Ahhhhhh, Molleeee, eat meeee, suck meeee, do meeee, oohhhhh..." she screamed in her ecstasy, her hips pumping up and down. Laura swiveled around and lay on top of Molly, wriggling against her hard body as they lovingly licked the sticky cum from each other's faces. Molly wrapped her legs around Laura's waist, rubbing their still sensitive clits together, inducing one more pulsing orgasm for them both. "My wonderful lover, my Laura," she sighed. "If there is a heaven, it can't be any better than this." "As far as I'm concerned," Laura replied huskily, "We're in heaven right now and I never want to leave. I've missed you so much it hurt me to think of it. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She sighed and laid her head between Molly's breasts. "Where were you when I was at the door, my love? I knocked and knocked and I was scared that you had gone." "I was in the basement, my dear one," Molly replied, "looking at the Christmas decorations. I wasn't going to decorate this year, but now that you're with me, we can decorate together." "That sounds like fun," Laura said happily, "I adore Christmas and this one will be the best ever. Help me unload my car and then we'll start decorating. I brought the ingredients to make mulled wine so we can celebrate our first Christmas together." She snuggled against Molly, happy in her strong arms. "I'm sorry my love, I don't have a present for you. Can we go shopping tomorrow?" Molly laughed happily, "I'm holding the only present I will ever need, sweetheart. Now let's get dressed. We'll bring your suitcases in the house and then start decorating. I can't wait to taste that wine." The warm winds of summer rustled the leaves in the trees as Mark Owens parked his SUV in front of the old cabin. Dave, Carl and Ted climbed out and began to unload the truck and trailer. Mark sat behind the wheel lost in thought. Had it been two years since they were here? Time goes by so fast. The firms restructuring last year had preempted everyone's vacation plans, but here they were again, finally. As he opened the door and climbed out, he saw Molly and Laura holding hands and walking towards him with smiles on their faces. Dressed identically in flannel shirts and jeans, they were the personification of a truly loving couple. Mark could not help but notice the glint of the commitment rings on their fingers. He grinned as they embraced him, each kissing him on the cheek. "Welcome back, Mark," said Molly. "We're glad you finally made it back this season, aren't we Laura?" "Oh yes," Laura replied. "The fish are really biting up around Castaway Cove. We've already been up there and caught some beauties. Let us know when you and the guys are ready and we'll take you to a great fishing spot. See you later, bye." Mark shook his head ruefully as he watched his ex-wife and her life companion stroll away. He had never seen Molly and Laura so happy. They really do belong together, he thought. I was right to let her go. He began to assemble his rod and reel. "Gonna catch some big ones today," he said to the others. "I can feel it. Don't forget the cooler, can't go fishing without beer." End.