4 comments/ 9430 views/ 2 favorites The Year is 2020 By: ChadTheWriter One man, wearing biker gear and tearing up the streets leaving a trail of smoke, sped along the deserted highway. He was a lone wolf, choosing not to be in a clan but to ride on his own. He bore no colours, just a simple leather jacket with embroidered flames crawling up its back. A red bandana covered his face, deep dark brown eyes piercing the road before him in a concentrated manner. For now he would ride until nightfall; by then he would have set up camp in a location where he felt secure enough to sleep. Amongst the roars of his bike only birds settling for bed could be heard singing joyfully in the trees. The sky was golden, with a few clouds coloured yellow by the setting sun. A bend in the road before him caused him to lean his bike to the right and avert his gaze. Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He noticed a small group of people with one person standing between them. This person was being pushed around; not uncommon in these areas. The man on the bike did not think twice as he prepared to continue roaring on by. Something wasn't right though, for as he passed he saw that the person in the middle had extraordinarily long hair for a male. This caused him to think that the person was a female. To his own discomfort, he found himself feeling guilty that he merely sped by. Abruptly the breaks on his bike squealed as he pulled on the break lever. His bike came to a stop quickly, but did not hold still as he twisted the handle on his handlebars. Now the bike twisted in spot, a full 180 degrees and then shot forward, the engine once again roaring loudly. The group of people he had seen came within distance quickly, his bike reaching a speed of over one hundred and twenty miles per hour. It would be only seconds before he would reach the group harassing the lady. Skidding to a halt, he turned his bike off and waited for them to notice him. Most of the people in the group turned to watch the man on the bike approach, smirks and snarls plastered about their facial features. Only two remained to keep hold of their would-be prisoner. The rest of them walked forward a few feet and stood in a line, daring the man to step forward. No one was prepared when the man on the bike quickly pulled out a handgun from his vest, aiming it directly at a man on the far left of the gang. He let several rounds fly freely from the handgun. One bullet lodged itself into the man's kneecap. He fell over with a groan, one of his mates falling too a moment later. The rest were carrying no firearms, and rushed forward brandishing an assortment of weapons. Four men rushed forward; two with bats, one with a chain and the other with a broken bottle. The biker suddenly reached up and over his shoulder, pulling a long but thin metallic object forth from leather strapping. He brandished this new weapon with ease, manipulating the pole between several fingers, sending it twirling about with expertise. Reaching forward with his free hand, his palm faced the sky and his fingers bent inwards. He spoke for the first time, his voice deep and loud. "Bring it." was all he said. That was all it took to drive them towards him but wilder yet. The thug with the chain raised his hand over his head and brought it down, cracking the chain like a whip. His attack was thwarted by the metallic object coming down upon the chain as the biker stepped to the side. The chain wrapped itself about the pole the biker brandished. He pulled upwards and stepped back quickly, wrenching the chain free from the man's grip. Now defenceless, the would-be assailant ran off without a weapon, fear taking over him. Because of one simple motion, the group that had been harassing the lady ran off. The two who had held her were dragging away the men who'd been shot in the knees. Only the woman and the lone biker remained. He made a move to step forward, and the woman quickly stepped back and away from him. The red bandana hid his face well; she was unable to tell if he merely wanted her to himself. Seeing the woman's fear him, he turned away from her, placing his weapon back in the strapping that hung across his chest and back. He wasn't interested in her name or where she was came from. She was wearing torn clothing; obviously an outcast or lone traveler. The bike roared to life and he was about to speed away when he heard the woman shout. Instinctively he turned around, hand rising to his back, his fingers curling around the metal pole. Instead of another would-be attacker, the woman stopped in her tracks, having run to get his attention. "Take me w-with you..." she mumbled, her voice barely audible over the bikes roar. Her hair was messy, but underneath the matted mess was what looked to be a cute face. She was a girl of maybe twenty years old. "I travel alone," he said, turning away from her again. "Wait!" she cried out, this time running all of the way to him in order to grab his arm. He turned to face her and she let go immediately, shying away and looking at the ground. "I need to get out of this area. It's not safe for a woman like me," she said quietly. There was a brief moment of silence before either of them spoke again. "I will take you to the next city, about five hours away from here." His voice came out deep, but not as intimidating as when he'd spoken to the men who had surrounded her moments ago. "Thank you!" she said gratefully, stepping towards the bike. She swung her leg over the seat and sat directly behind him, her arms at her sides waiting for instruction. "Put your arms around me. We will be going fast, to make ground for the time we've lost." he said, abruptly speeding up to a quick pace of a hundred miles per hour once he felt her arms about his waist. At first she was timid, but when the bike pulled forward she held tightly, pressing her entire smaller body against his back. ***** Several hours later the sun had fallen behind the mountains surrounding the road. They took a turn off the highway and ventured deep within the trees. When they came across a small clearing with what seemed like enough space to provide a fire and tent, they chose to stay for the night. A single light from his bike shone brightly upon their makeshift camping grounds. The nameless biker placed his bike amongst the trees, completely hidden except for its light that lit up their entire camp area. Once he had made a fire large enough to keep them warm and provide light, he turned off the bike to let it rest for the night. For now, they sat upon makeshift chairs, simply two logs placed before the fire being. They were both silent, the young woman watching curiously as the biker sat staring into the flames that roared with intensity. Abruptly the woman spoke, breaking the biker's concentration. "What is your name?" she asked quietly. He turned to face her but only for a brief second. He turned back to the fire and resumed ignoring her. This didn't make her feel bad, she was getting used to the silent treatment. She must have asked him seven times what his name was, only to be ignored each time. "Why won't you show me your face?" she asked, his red bandana still revealing only his eyes. His jet-black hair hung just before his eyes, masking the rest of his facial features. What he did next surprised her, even startled her. He turned in his spot, staring directly at her with those deep brown piercing eyes. She saw intensity in those eyes, but along with intensity, pain and anguish likely brought on by loss. She fought over what those eyes were, sexy or sad to look at. She was siding with both. The biker slowly raised a hand and tenderly pulled upon the red bandana that hid his facial features from the world. He tugged slowly until finally it fell and hung loosely about his neck. What the woman saw shocked her immensely. She saw nothing but raw and unnatural beauty. Even though his face was worn and stubble covered, she saw an image that reminded her of concrete carved by the gods themselves. It was obvious that he was a young man, merely around the age of twenty-five. It saddened her heart to see the scares that littered his facial features. It appeared that someone had taken a knife and cut him severely. "Now will you leave me alone?" he asked. He was not frustrated by the fact that she pulled back in immediate fear; it was the look of sadness in her facial features afterwards that bothered him. He wished pity from no one, which was why he left it covered. "Oh, you ask far too much of me. Of course I won't leave you alone; I've only just started to get you talking!" she said stubbornly, being careful not to anger him. "I didn't exactly bring you along for entertainment purposes.' he said, shunning her once more as he lifted the bandana to cover his face. Even though she had tried not to anger him, she found instead it was she who was angry with him. There was something about him that made her feel like his attitude was merely a disguise. She would persist, but not now. Instead she stood from her log and turned away from the fire. She was about to walk into the woods, away from the light, when he called out. "Where are you going?" he asked, careful not to show that he might have worried for her. "Oh now you're going to talk to me?" she said, brandishing her index finger at him like a would-be sword. "Well I was." he said, his voice filled with annoyance. There was a brief silence between the two. She finally gave up on him and walked away. She didn't understand his attitude, not that she could in the course of a couple hours. She was just astonished that any man could be so stubborn. As the girl he had rescued walked away he couldn't help but find himself wondering what she could be up to. For a moment he even felt the need to accompany her, but that thought was quickly lost as he reached into his bag and pulled forth a wooden block. He also pulled out a knife, roughly five inches long. He brought his finger against the edge of the blade, testing its sharpness. He found it to his liking, and immediately began to chip into the wood. The girl had not ventured far, but peered through branches around the camp fire in order to spy quietly. She watched him pull out the block of wood and knife, and was intrigued greatly as he began to carve into the block quickly. She watched as an image began to emerge from the block of wood, but had her attention stolen quickly. The sound of under brush snapping beneath a light foot step caught her by surprise. The sound was unmistakeable; she heard this creature many times before. She had grown accustomed to the sounds of nature, and she knew this sound could only be created by the likes of a smaller creature. A smirk twisted about her facial features as the hunt for rabbit was suddenly on. She pulled forth a small blade from her boot, and moved sideways of the sound. There was another snap in front of her now, so she threw her blade into the darkness several feet ahead of the sound. The sounds that came next brought a smile to her lips. The pain filled shrieks of the rabbit tore through the night's silence, death not befalling the creature as quickly as one might have hoped. She walked over to the creature and frowned in sadness. The creature was still alive and squirming in spot. She bent over and stroked the rabbit in an almost comforting manner, and then abruptly grabbed it by its skull and twisted. No more suffering, she thought as she lifted the soft, dead body into one arm. Wood chips flew in every direction as an expert hand carved out an animal. The muzzle had formed, the rest of the wolf's body soon taking shape. He looked over his creation; a wolf with its head tilted back howling at the moon. He placed the carving back into his bag along with his carving blade. At that precise moment, the girl returned. "What in God's name..." he said shocked to see blood staining her arm and the white fur of a rabbit which she cradled. "Dinner," she said, taking a spot on her make-shift seat. ***** The sun lit the sky and tinted it beautifully with orange, some of its wonderful rays shining through skewed branches and onto the tent. The opening to the tent was flung open as the man with a red bandana stepped out. He wore only his jeans and bandana, the rest open to the wilderness and one other person. He stretched awkwardly, one arm high in the air with the other at his side, and a smile began to play at his lips. He could have sworn he'd seen a stream just a few yards away from their camping area, so today would be the day he bathed. He had no towel but he removed his remaining clothing and looked down at the stream. He was tempted to test the water with a foot, but instead decided to run into it quickly. He thought the faster he was in, the faster he would be used to the frigid coldness carried by the mountain streamed water. The girl was waking up to the fresh air flowing freely through the tent. She had memories of the past night, a warm body beside her fresh in her mind. She had to stand immediately and leave the tent or there would have been consequences of the sexual kind. After looking around their camping area, she realized that no one was there. "Hello?" she called out. No answer was returned. Curiosity got the better of her so she began to wander forth in search of the man. As she walked she heard what sounded distinctively like flowing water. She was thirsty, and she thought the man might have been as well. Now she walked quickly through the brush, pushing tree branches and smaller vegetation from her face. As she came closer to the stream, she pushed through some more brush and stopped fully in her tracks. What she saw now brought feelings of the earlier stated kind, and she was only able to stare in shock and wonder. The man was bathing in the stream she had just wished to drink from. And there he was too, completely naked and care free. He didn't have that red bandana on for a change, and she could actually see a pleasurable smile about his facial features. Her mind began to wonder at the possibilities. She was thinking of joining him in the water, of him taking her into his strong arms and then... "Hey, what are you doing?" His voice broke her concentration and she jumped in surprise. She immediately looked away and tried to block his naked body with both her hands. "I'm sorry, I was worried... looking for you... stream... I'm sorry!" she said quickly, unable to look at him. "Well you found me. I'm fine." he said with annoyance in his voice. He then turned from her, grabbed his pants and without putting them on walked away from her and the stream. She remained frozen in her tracks and lost in her thoughts. It was several long moments after the incident and after her bath that she returned to the camping area. He was already there, dressed fully with that damn typical red bandana covering his face. "I'm so..." she had begun to say, but was rudely interrupted. "You're sorry? Yeah I know. Don't even worry about it." Which was man-language for: Do worry but not so much now that you've apologized. Now all of that worried tone in her was been lost, instead replaced with anger. "Jesus Christ!" she swore, raising her hand to practically jab at him with her pointer finger. "You never give up, do you?" He stopped and raised a brow, both hands rising slightly to provide him something between himself and her. She stepped forward and wanted to grab him by the collar, shaking every ounce of asshole from him. He looked down at her, her smaller body trembling with rage. He found himself staring directly into deep brown eyes, lit a fire with anger. She turned and walked away from him. He was about to reach out to her but changed his mind, letting his hand fall slowly back to his side. "Damn women..." he swore under his breath, the tent flap seemingly unable to be slammed but still closed with raw force. It had been about an hour since she'd retreated to the tent, and the sun hung high in the sky. This marked the time to be about mid afternoon - lunch time, in other words. The biker grabbed a pan from the back of his bike, placing it on two steel rods placed above the fire. He then proceeded to make macaroni and cheese, boiling the water before hand. The girl had been sitting in the tent still, fuming about the man's attitude towards her. She didn't understand his anger, and eventually came to believe he was just grumpy that she was along for the ride. So when the man came to the tent and called out to her, she proceeded to ignore him. "Woman," he said, but no reply came. "Woman, what're you doing? It's lunch time," he attempted one last time before walking back to the fire, a bowl of macaroni waiting for him on his make shift chair. He had some time to think of the earlier events and realized he had been harsh to her. He thought he would try to make it up to her, whenever she decided to come from the tent. Now as he munched on his lunch, he found himself distracted by the sounds of a tent flap opening. He looked up in time to see the girls form bent at the hips so she could fit through the smaller opening of the tent. This intrigued him and caused him to smirk, which he almost immediately regretted. "What're you smirking at?" she practically spat, looking at her own chair only to realize there was a bowl already waiting for her. She felt bad for taking the piss out of him, but remained quite angered as she sat down to eat. "Listen... I want to apologize for earlier..." He said quietly, staring directly into those familiar deep brown eyes. He was apologizing? He looked so sincere as well, so it wasn't just a ploy. What's up with this guy? First he acts like I've burdened his entire life, ignoring me and refusing to talk with me. And now here he is, making me lunch and apologizing. This was one awkward moment for her, so she merely remained quiet and refused to meet his gaze. "I never did get your name." he said, causing her to raise her head and stare at him in shock. "It's Jen..." she said, raising a brow at him. "Now you must tell me yours," she said, a spoon filled with macaroni pushing past her lips. "Jen eh-? My name is John," he said, still staring into her eyes. She was now the only person who knew his name. There were others that had known his name, but they were long since dead. This would make it easier than yelling out- "WOMAN" when ever he needed her for something. "Wait a second," she said, suddenly pointing the spoon at John's bandana. "Now that I know your name, you don't need to hide yourself. So why not take that off?" she asked, knowing his answer before he said it. "You're right." he said, having thought about for a moment first. This had her shocked, and she merely stared as he removed the bandana. Once again his scarred face came into her view, this time to remain open to her for the while. He folded the bandana and placed half of it inside his front pocket, the other half hanging freely before his thigh. He found himself unable to look at her anymore, playing with the last remaining macaroni in his bowl. Without the red bandana to cover him, he felt hideous. He didn't understand her want of seeing his face. Jen felt the exact opposite, unable to look away. The marks upon his face caused her feelings she never dreamed of having for this man. She felt sadness, all the while still seeing the man behind the scars. To her he was a prick, and even sometimes down right rude, but still she found he had a soft part of hi. She could see it deep in his eyes. She was reminded of an egg with its hard shell but soft on the inside. After lunch Jen took their bowls and the pot used to make the macaroni down to the stream, where she washed them as thoroughly as possible. When she returned, there were clouds filling the sky with darkness. Winds had picked up and it seemed like it was about to storm. She saw John sitting upon his stool, staring out into the sky. The Year is 2020 "It's going to rain. Are we going to leave still?" Jen asked, wondering if he would travel through all sorts of weather. To her delight he said no, and that they would remain one more night. She wasn't exactly dressed for that sort of traveling, especially at high speeds on a bike. And just like that, rain began to fall from the skies without mercy. Both of them retired to the tent, where they would most likely be forced to wait all night. This could have made for a quite a boring time, until John reached into his bag and pulled out a deck of playing cards. For the next few hours they played poker, using all sorts of random objects as money for the game. "So, what exactly would you classify yourself as?" Jen asked two cards in her hand. She was winning, with a two and three of spades in her hands as well as the four, five, and six of spades creating the river. The flop had not been shown yet, so there was still hope for John. "That depends on what you mean," John replied, a smile playing at his lips. "I mean are you part of a clan, outcast or with any affiliation of sorts?" she said taking note of his smirk. "What are you smirking at?" "I'm not part of anything. I don't need anyone to guide me. Clans are the exact same thing as the government was, except with fewer restrictions. We got what we asked for: anarchy. Now the only real difference is more governments with many more deaths..." He said all of this quite calmly, not hint of disturbance in expression. The flop came next, and the two cards that came were Jacks: spades and hearts. This meant nothing to Jen, as her straight flush did not change. John could not contain his excitement, a fully blown smile on his face. "Wait, do you hear that?" Jen asked, abruptly calling for silence. John raised his brow and shook his head. Jen threw her cards on the ground and stood, quickly leaving the tent. "It stopped raining." she called from outside. John was outraged, sitting inside the tent. He saw her cards and realized she had a straight flush. That wasn't the problem. The problem was he had two Jacks in his hand, diamonds and clubs. He would have won with four of a kind! Jen stood outside the tent, her head facing the sky as she looked up at the stars. They shone brilliantly in the calm of the night, the cooler night air humid from recent rainfall. It was beautiful now, the creatures of the woods talking amongst themselves, as well as warm enough to be outside without a jacket. John stood and walked towards the opening of the tent. He stuck his head through and was about to say something when he caught Jen staring into the sky. The light of the stars and the moon poured radiantly about her body, lighting her in a way that caused him to forget regular bodily functions like breathing. He had to shake his head quickly and walk out of the tent, and remember that he had won that card game. John was about to speak to her in regards of the poker game, but he was turned down as she walked into the tent quite quickly in search of something. Now he forgot what he was going to say, but raised a brow when she returned with a tarp and blanket. "Where did you find those?" he asked with a stern tone. "Oh I found them in that big bag of yours." she said quite nonchalantly, to which he returned a blank stare. "Don't be such a prude; it's not as if I saw your underwear." she said and smiled to his discomfort. She placed the tarp upon the ground, the blanket going over top of it. She also magically produced a pillow from the bag, using that to lay about the freshly placed blanket. John had let her do all of this, meanwhile gathering wood for a new fire. He found that the fire pit was soaked and had to shovel out the ashes, and soon after had the fire roaring once more. After washing his hands he returned to the log, sitting down with a satisfied look on his face as he gazed into the flames. Now something strange was happening. John felt very comfortable sitting on the log, but that wasn't just it. He had this feeling, almost overwhelming, brought abruptly upon him. It was a feeling of contented happiness. It wasn't that he was naturally sad or angry, but now something was different. He had someone to call a friend. There was another feeling that he thought of as absolutely absurd, but he placed that in the back of his mind. Jen's voice broke his concentration and he looked down upon her from his log. "What're you thinking about?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. "I was just thinking about that poker game." he said, avoiding what he was actually thinking. "Oh, and what exactly were you thinking of? Perhaps you were thinking about how I was going to kick your ass?" she jested, laughing at the look on his face. "No actually, I would have won. I saw your cards when you left the tent. I had four of a kind, jacks, to your straight flush spades." he said matter-of-factly. "Oh, so you cheated? Looked at my cards did you?" she asked, smiling still. "No, not even. The flop was already down, and we placed our bets. There was nothing left to do but show our cards when you left." he said, sure this meant his victory. "Well that may be, but I didn't see your cards so we both lose in this case." she said, absolutely beaming at the thought of taking his light. "And you think I'm stubborn." He said this jokingly, receiving a punch in the arm after she sat up. After their moment of debate, silence broke out between them. Jen lay back completely to stare into the stars, the warmth of the fire soothing her legs which were closest to the fire. They both were lost in thought until Jen broke the silence once more. "You should see the stars from here. They're magnificent." she said, patting a spot beside her. John felt compelled to see for himself and moved to the blanket to lie down. He looked into the stars, and found that by lying on the blanket he could indeed see the stars much easier. Jen moved to her side, gazing at John as he stared at the sky. "They are very beautiful..." he said quietly after noticing her soft gaze. He looked over to her for a brief second and then back to the sky. "When I was young, I would look to the stars for inspiration. Now I look to them for navigation and motivation. They hold much value to me." He said the last part almost in a whisper, but Jen heard every word. Jen couldn't believe what she was hearing from the man. These were deep words coming from a supposed tough guy. She looked at John and suddenly felt compelled. This feeling deep inside her pushed her forward, so she did as she felt. John caught, out of the corner of his eye Jen advancing on him and for a brief second he didn't know what she was doing. He turned his head and a bit of his body to see her clearly and realized she was going to kiss him. He might have objected but it was too late. Her soft lips had found their destination, his own, and he felt warmth overwhelm his body. He hadn't felt such tenderness in such a kiss in years, nearly having forgotten what it was like to receive a woman's touch. Jen had done it. She had built up the courage to kiss him, and now that she had her heart was racing. She could feel this warmth radiating from him, and she felt this desire to feel it upon her entire body. As she kissed him, she slid her body forward so that she could cuddle up to his side, one hand placed upon his chest. John felt her smaller body press against his and he was suddenly lost in the moment. He could not help but place one hand upon her cheek, cupping it lightly. He returned her kiss now fully, passion between them rising quickly. It seemed the entire world stopped in their moment, the night silent as the moon shone down upon the two lying on the blanket. They were engrossed in a passionate kissing session before either of them made a move, but it was John who moved first. John had felt the urge to take over, to direct the movements. He placed his hand upon her hip and pulled so that her form lay half across his own. Then he slid his hand to the small of her back and held her body tight to his own, moving now so that he was now above her form, although their bodies still locked in passionate embrace. Jen was thrilled at his actions, easily moved so that he was above her form. She let her hands move to his waist, now slowly sliding them up his sides bringing his white t-shirt along with her hands. As she got the shirt to the under parts of his arms, he took over and pulled away briefly to remove it quickly. He then once again kissed her, feeling her smaller hands roaming about his now bare chest and back. He felt one of her hands tickle his sides, and then drag her nails lightly across his chest and then downwards towards his belt buckle. Tenderly her fingers moved about his body, her fingers teasingly soft against his skin moving towards his buckle. Within a few seconds she had the buckle apart, as well as the button and zipper undone. She did not remove his jeans or attempt to, instead she let her hands drag up his back slowly, feeling every bit of muscle his strong body had to offer. Once she reached his shoulders, her hands dropped to his chest, where they slowly once again made their way towards his pants. The feeling of her small hands moving around his body sent chills through him, causing him to squirm slightly. He enjoyed the feeling of her cool hands sliding over his body which seemed ablaze with passion. He couldn't help but press his lower body against hers, relieving some of the tension he felt. She could feel the warmth that came from his body and it made her even more excited. Her hands moved to his back only to slide over his ass, underneath his pants in order to feel it bare. She restrained a giggle as she felt his buns of steel; still she pushed forward sliding his pants along. John could feel her intentions when she groped him, so he helped her by holding his weight with up one hand, the other moving to pull on his pants. With a second or two gone, his pants were gone too. Now he was contained only by his boxers, still his body pressed against Jen's, bare now. Jen placed a hand upon John's shoulder and pushed lightly, his form obliging to her touch moving away so she could stand before him. She noted the way he looked up at her; she would be silhouetted by the stars. Her hands found position on her hips, and she slowly brought them upwards and brought her shirt along. John sat before her, mesmerized as she removed her shirt. She wore nothing underneath her shirt, for she was not able to be picky about a bra. She was about to remove her pants when John leaned forward, taking the honours for himself. His fingers played about her button and zipper and in moments were sliding her pants down her legs. When he had her pants about her ankles, she stepped from them and forward, into his outstretched arms. Jen felt safe in his arms, even as she felt her form being turned so that she was on her back, his form once again above her own. Now she could feel the warmth from his body and the fire much easier, on her nearly bare body. A slight breeze sent chills about her body, so she reached upwards and pulled his form tight to her. John felt that he could take no more, now his intentions became clearer as his passion grew further and further. Within a few moments he had removed the last article of clothing from his body and hers as well. He placed soft kisses on her neck, sucking softly. His kisses led slowly down her neck and to her shoulder, where he would continue downwards to her collarbone. Jen began to squirm a little beneath his lips, her hands softly roaming all about his back and shoulders. She held her breath and nearly gasped as he moved even lower than her collarbone. She could feel his warm breath advancing steadily on the swell of her breasts, and quite frankly could not wait any further. She placed her hands softly on his head and directed him straight to her nipple. John was surprised that she took control, but continued and lightly flicked his tongue across her hardened nipple. He then took her nipple into his lips and sucked lightly, but did not stay for long and moved to the next. He barely had the control to be teasing her, but he did what he could for the moment. She knew it was coming now, she could feel the tension between them finally reaching its peak. He kissed his way back up her stomach, between her breasts and then to her lips. Softly he kissed her lips, his body resting only slightly upon her hers. He shivered as he felt her fingers sliding down his chest in that familiar way, and gasped as her cool fingers casually wrapped themselves about his manhood. He felt her lightly rub the tip of him against her sex, and he pushed so that the tip of him entered her. Jen could not wait for his slow movements, but she was forced to wait only a moment. She had moaned as he slipped just the tip of himself inside her, and gasped this time as he pushed fully inside her. She felt herself digging her fingers lightly into his back, and she had to restrain herself from cutting him with her nails. Instead she began to busy her hands, letting her nails slide slowly across his back. She eased her hips up lightly, encouraging him to continue. He was surprised to feel her grasping his shoulders, but did not complain in the slightest as it felt good, a mixture of slight pain and pleasure. He felt her eagerness and drove his hips forward, holding his breath for the first few thrusts. He couldn't help but increase his thrusting with each one, until eventually he found a pace that had them both sighing and moaning. Jen was squirming beneath him uncontrollably, their passion intense in the moons light. She moaned as he was unrelenting in his efforts, driving her out of control. She grabbed the blanket beside her to stop herself from scratching John and moaned softly. While one hand clenched the blanket, the other reached around John's neck and pulled him forward to let her tongue slide into his mouth. John leaned on his right arm that way he could reach her thigh with his free left hand. Slowly he would slide his hand up and down, caressing her entire leg and ass. He knew that this pace wasn't going to last for ever, and with that knowledge drove even faster, sweat glistening off of his muscled form. Jen felt his desire in his movements, letting both her legs lift and wrap about his lower waist. She began to meet him thrust for thrust with her hips, moaning softly into his ear. She couldn't take much more and suddenly her body began to tense and shake as an orgasm took over her. She grabbed his hips and pulled him tight against her, forcing him to let all his weight upon her. That night, both John and Jen slept together outside of their tent, the fire burning but slowly dwindling until the early hours of the morning. During the night, one of the two had awoken to grab a blanket, so they slept until late after sunrise. Jen was the first to awaken, and when she did everything had been packed. They would be leaving, continuing their journey... ...to be continued