No Tomorrow [ FF, cons, light/first bond, outdoors ]

By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

The sound of the surf crashing against the sand relaxed her a little. 
The rhythm of the waves reminded her of the gentle love that she had 
shared with Mark, but that was gone, and she was long over it.

She pursed her lips and rocked gently on the sand, hugging her knees 
to her chest. She looked around through the gathering dusk. She was 
alone. The palm trees were rustling quietly in the salty wind. The 
beach bar had closed long ago. She sighed as the butterflies returned 
to her stomach, but all she could do was wait. She wondered what the 
others were doing, whether they had missed her yet at dinner. She 
intensely hoped that they wouldn't come looking for her. Not tonight.

She leaned back on her hands, feeling the warmth of the sand under her 
fingers. She stretched out her legs and wiggled her toes, fascinated 
that she could control the small digits so far away. She closed her 
eyes, allowing the salt and the wind and the rumble of the surf to 
wash over her, infusing her with peace and solitude. Her belly gurgled 
a little. She knew that she was missing dinner, but this was far more 
important to her. She could do without food for tonight.

She slowly climbed to her bare feet, the sand almost harsh between her 
toes. She walked down to the water's edge. The warm waters of the 
Caribbean touched her skin. She couldn't believe that the water here 
was so warm, clear and blue. Such a change from the northern lakes she 
was used to. She bent to pick up a small shell. She turned it over in 
her fingers finding the imperfection that she knew would be there. She 
idly wondered what tiny creature had worked so hard forming it. 
Smiling, she tossed the small shell back out into the water, barely 
seeing where it landed amongst the waves.

Night fell quickly here, dusk had given way to darkness while she 
walked along the beach. The half moon and the stars gave her enough 
light not to stumble and to find her way back to her possessions. She 
idly noticed that the stars weren't the same as those in the northern 
skies. She sighed again and made her way back to one of the multitudes 
of empty lounge chairs. The chairs seemed like lonely statues parading 
down the expanse of the deserted beach.

She settled her body into the chair, letting her towel and beach bag 
drop carelessly into the sand. She adjusted the back of the chair, 
finding a comfortable position and lying back resting her head. She 
stole one more hopeful glance around the beach and then closed her 
eyes, listening to the relaxing surf again.

***

She cried out at the unexpected whisper in her ear.

"Rachel? You asleep?"

Rachel fought to control the surge of adrenaline pumping into her 
bloodstream. She opened her eyes, realizing it was only Sara, 
crouching beside her chair.

"Jesus, you scared me," Rachel managed to breathe.

"I'm sorry," Sara spoke quietly, her lower lip protruding in a pretend 
pout just before a smile broke out on her face. She lifted her hand. 
"Here. Maybe this will make it up to you."

Rachel reached out, still trying to calm her heart. She picked up the 
muffin from Sara's hand with a smile of thanks.

"Blueberry," Sara smiled back. "I thought you might be hungry so I 
stopped off at the buffet and grabbed it for you."

Rachel took a quick bite of the treat and felt the rush of saliva 
almost hurting as she swallowed. She regarded Sara. Her long blonde 
hair was flowing in the sea wind, her face was gently illuminated by 
the moon and stars. She was wearing ripped jeans and a short sleeved 
shirt. Sara's eyes were shining, that much Rachel could see, but the 
dazzling blue of Sara's eyes simply wasn't visible in this muted 
light, no matter how much Rachel tried to make out the colour. Sara 
knelt easily in the sand, waiting patiently for Rachel to finish her 
small supper.

Rachel finished and leaned back into the chair.

"Why don't you pull up a chair?" she asked Sara.

"Don't want to. I'm fine here." Sara was still on her knees, resting 
back on her heels. Sara's hands were playing gently with the sand, 
letting the fine grains slip through her fingers.

The women sat quietly for a while, just listening to the sounds of the 
ocean, and enjoying the silent company of each other.

"You want to go swimming?" Sara asked quietly.

Rachel turned her head and looked at the kneeling woman. "You got a 
swim suit under there?"

Sara gave Rachel a mischievous grin and shook her head slowly.

"But ..." Rachel began her protest just as Sara rose up on her knees 
and touched Rachel's lips with her finger. Rachel watched, fascinated, 
as Sara climbed to her feet, kicking off her running shoes. She wasn't 
wearing socks.

"You. Can't." Rachel managed to blurt out as Sara pulled her shirt off 
in one quick motion, letting it drift to the sand at her feet. Her 
bare breasts shone in the moonlight, her nipples already swollen in 
the warm night air. Sara's soft lips turned upwards into a daring 
smile as she toyed with the top button of her jeans. She pushed her 
jeans slowly down her long legs, letting them pool at her ankles. No 
panties anywhere in sight.

"I'm not skinny dipping," Rachel couldn't help but laugh. Sara stepped 
out of her pants and spread out her arms towards the heavens. She 
turned quickly on the sand, waiting for Rachel's approval. Rachel 
smiled up at Sara as she finished her spin to once again face the 
seated girl. Rachel threw her legs over side of the chair, sitting up. 
She reached out, intending to gently touch Sara's bare leg. Sara, 
seeing the movement, danced away teasingly. As Rachel rose to follow 
her, Sara ran lightly to the water's edge making small footprints in 
the wet sand.

Rachel walked down to her at a more sedate pace, trying to walk in the 
bare foot impressions left by Sara's small feet and grinning at Sara's 
playfulness. The nude girl was fairly dancing on the sand, waiting 
impatiently for Rachel.

As Rachel approached, Sara nearly leapt into her arms, embracing her 
and swinging her around.

"You have any idea how dangerous this is?" Rachel whispered into 
Sara's ear.

Sara tossed her head. "We're both good swimmers. And neither one of us 
has eaten in a half hour. Muffins don't count. Didn't your mother 
teach you anything?"

Rachel mind hitched. Yeah, her mother would be really proud of her, 
prancing around a beach in the Caribbean with a naked woman she'd just 
met. Her mother had never quite forgiven her for breaking up with 
Mark. This would give her a coronary.

"Did your mother teach you to go skinny dipping at night in unfamiliar 
water?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. She taught me to have fun, silly girl," 
Sara retorted. An evil grin slipped across her features. "Come to 
think of it, she also told me to always wear clean underwear. I wonder 
if not wearing any counts? Come on, you scaredy cat. Nobody is 
around."

"I'll go in with you. But I'm not taking off this bathing suit." 
Rachel glanced down at the modest blue two piece that graced her body. 
It looked almost black in the muted light.

Sara tilted her head and let her lips brush lightly at Rachel's. Then 
laughing she broke the embrace and ran into the Caribbean waters with 
a small cry. Still laughing, she broke through a small wave and stood 
in the shallow water, buffeted by the waves. Her hair was soaked, her 
bare body slick and shining as she grinned at Rachel.

"Come on," she cried above the sound of the surf.

Rachel walked into the water, cringing as her bare feet prodded at the 
sandy bottom, searching for footing and balance. The water was warm, 
but still, the shock of entering it raised goosebumps on her arms and 
legs. She followed Sara who was pushing her way through the waves. 
Rachel screamed as a whitecap broke over her body and soaked her top 
to bottom. She looked up, wiping salt water from her eyes to see Sara 
watching her and laughing.

"Wet enough?" Sara called as she dove beneath a crashing wave that 
again hit Rachel full force. Rachel fought her way out to waist deep 
and stood shivering. Sara swam over through the shallow water and 
stood beside Rachel. Playfully, Rachel grabbed at Sara, getting her 
arm. She pulled the girl to her, hugging her fiercely. She could feel 
the sensations of Sara's bare, hardened nipples pressing into her 
skin; a sensation that it had taken her a while to get used to, but 
now she wasn't sure she could live without. Rachel felt her hands 
cupping Sara's exposed breasts gently.

Sara gasped as Rachel's fingers found her tightened nipples and 
pressed into the touch. She threw her arms around Rachel's neck and 
returned the embrace.

"I love it here. With you," Rachel whispered. "I could stay here 
forever."

"I know, sweety. I know," Sara murmured.

Another wave crashed over the girls and they felt themselves pulled 
towards the beach, their feet leaving the bottom. They remained in 
their embrace, finally finding the bottom again and rising, kissing 
gently, eyes closed, feeling the sensations of the water and their 
bodies.

Rachel could feel Sara's fingers touching her back, stroking, and 
caressing the wet skin. She felt Sara's soft lips on hers, feeling the 
heat building in her body. Heat like she'd never quite felt with 
anyone else. A distant part of her mind was crying out that Sara was a 
female, that this wasn't right, but the closer, more sensual part of 
her mind fought the conditioning and accepted the arousal despite her 
buried protests. Even if it wasn't right, it felt right.

Another distant part of her mind felt Sara's fingers releasing the 
ties of her top. Another wave crashed over them, not as large, but 
Rachel felt her top falling away from her body. The water against her 
unprotected skin felt odd somehow, but not as wrong as she had 
originally thought it would. No worse than a shower, just a little 
cooler. Instinctively, she reached out, trying to grab at the tiny bit 
of material, her upper modesty slipping away into the dark ocean. She 
missed, feeling almost a sense of loss. Sara touched her face, 
bringing her back into the kiss, whispering that the top would wash up 
on the beach. Rachel could feel her now bared breasts lightly pressing 
against Sara's. The wetness, the closeness, the sensations all built 
into her arousal.

She could feel Sara's fingers exploring her body, lightly stroking, 
touching her through her bikini bottom. She gasped as she felt the 
teasing touches beneath the water. Sara ducked, releasing Rachel from 
the embrace. Rachel felt the bottoms of her swimsuit being pulled down 
her legs, stopping at her ankles. Sara surfaced just as another wave 
unexpectedly crashed down over them knocking Rachel off her feet. As 
she kicked to restore her balance and get air, she felt the last hope 
of modesty slip over her bare feet and through the turbulent water.

As the girls rose, Rachel pulled at Sara intending to protest her 
impromptu, involuntary striptease. Sara grinned at her mischievously.

"Come on," Sara cried out, lifting her arms and pulling her breasts 
into a beautiful position, glistening in the moonlight. She began 
moving uncertainly towards the shore, the waves and the light undertow 
fighting her.

"You can't be serious. We have to find my suit. I can't get out like 
this. What if someone comes?"

"Nobody is going to come. And even if they do, who cares?"

"I do," Rachel whispered to herself. But she knew that she had to get 
out of the water eventually. Sara grasped Rachel's hand, easily 
entwining their fingers together. The nude girls walked carefully out 
of the water, still laughing as the surf covered them and impeded 
their progress.

Rachel felt the goosebumps rise as soon as she left the salty water. 
Licking her lips, she tasted the strong flavour of the salt on her 
skin. She shivered and ran towards her lounge chair, picking up the 
towel from the sand and wrapping herself in it. Sara walked over to 
her, gently pulling at the towel.

"You don't have to hide, you know. It's dark. And nobody but us is 
around."

"I. I guess. But my friends ..."

"Have better things to do than to search around after you." Sara 
finished the thought in a whisper, leaning in towards Rachel gently 
kissing her. "You can wear my clothes back if we can't find your suit. 
Okay?"

Rachel briefly wondered what Sara would wear back to the hotel if she 
wore the jeans and t-shirt. She had a pretty good idea that she'd have 
trouble even getting Sara to wrap herself in the towel. That's what 
she loved about her. She was nuts.

The girls kissed for a moment, until Sara broke it by stepping back, 
her bare feet covered in the soft sand.

"You want to do something different?"

"I'm already naked at the beach with only my towel between me and the 
world," Rachel replied with a rueful look on her face.

"Did you bring your shoes?"

Thrown, Rachel looked quizzically at Sara, her breathing quickening.

"Why?" Rachel asked puzzled.

"Just did you?"

"Yes," Rachel pointed down at her beach bag. Her running shoes were 
lying beside it.

Sara bent down to the shoes and picked them up. She smiled and began 
to unlace them.

"What the hell are you up to? Hey. I'm going to have to re-lace them."

"I know. Trust me," Sara spoke softly as her fingers continued to pull 
the laces free. When she was finished she turned and did the same to 
her running shoes. She rose to stand in front of Rachel who was 
watching Sara with puzzlement showing on her face. Sara stood quietly 
with the laces dangling from her fingers, two red from Rachel's shoes, 
two white from her own.

An uncharacteristic look of hesitation graced Sara's features. She 
spoke quietly, the playfulness disappearing from her voice.

"Rache? Listen to me. If you really don't want to do this, we don't 
have to. All you have to do is say no. Okay?"

Rachel, still confused simply nodded.

Sara stepped forward and gently pulled the towel from Rachel's body. 
It fluttered to the ground, the sound of it hitting the sand lost in 
the pounding of the surf. Sara reached forward, gently letting her 
fingers touch Rachel between her legs, caressing her. Rachel sighed at 
the touches, feeling the softness of Sara's fingertips intermixed with 
the harsher touches of the shoelaces still grasped in Sara's fingers.

"Remember, you can say no and I'm not going to be upset or 
disappointed. Okay?"

Rachel nodded, closing her eyes as the sensations of Sara's fingers 
washed through her being. At the moment, she'd agree to just about 
anything.

"Rache? Sweety? How would you feel about tying me up?"

Rachel's eyes snapped open and she stepped back, breaking her 
connection with Sara's fingers. Sara gazed at her, the hesitation gone 
now that the words had been spoken aloud. Rachel's face reflected her 
surprise, but also a measure of curiousity.

"You don't have to say yes, Rache. It's just something I wanted to 
try."

"Wh-wh," Rachel stammered.

"It's okay," Sara looked a little disappointed, but she forced a smile 
back onto her lips as she dropped the laces to the sand. "Don't worry 
about it." She stepped forward towards Rachel again, arms open to 
embrace the surprised girl.

"Sara?" Rachel fought down the part of her mind that protested at 
stuff like this and found herself smiling. "Sweety. Pick back up the 
laces."

"Really?"

"Really."

Sara stooped and retrieved the makeshift ties from the sand. She 
walked slowly to Rachel's lounge and sat down. Sara watched her toes 
playing in the sand as she waited patiently for Rachel to get her body 
moving. Rachel hesitated a moment, but her mind made up, she began to 
walk towards the lounge as well.

Without another word, Sara lay back, placing the red and white laces 
on her bare belly. She held herself still, positioning her wrists next 
to the white metal piping that supported the slats of the chair. She 
spread her ankles and placed them similarly. She closed her eyes and 
waited.

Rachel knelt beside Sara, feeling the sand pressing into her knees. 
She let her fingers trace slowly down from Sara's chin between the 
valley of her breasts, through her belly button, and down her left 
leg. She brushed idly at the sand coating Sara's bare feet, playing 
with her toes.

Rachel swallowed heavily. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she 
whispered as she picked up the red laces that used to hold shoes to 
her feet. She idly caressed Sara's flat stomach as she tried to figure 
out how to begin.

Sara whispered to her, "Rache? I want this. Honestly. It doesn't have 
to be tight or anything." She paused. "Touch me. Please? You'll see."

Rachel took a deep breath and let her slender fingers drop down 
between Sara's outstretched legs. She could feel the heat of Sara's 
anticipation before she had even felt the softness of Sara's body. She 
let her finger glide between the slippery lips, easily finding the 
swollen clitoris and giving it a light stroke. Sara cried out at the 
first touch, squirming as though she was already bound, her fingers 
gripping the sides of the chair.

Rachel took a deep breath and withdrew her finger, eliciting a soft 
moan from the nude girl in front of her. Rachel had never tied anyone 
up before, and wasn't familiar with knots. She sighed, and began to do 
her best. She carefully wrapped each offered limb, first the ankles, 
then the wrists, forming standard knots that she fervently hoped that 
she could undo quickly if necessary. Rachel silently wished she'd paid 
more attention when her mother had made her attend Girl Guides that 
one year. Sara lay back, enjoying the sensations of her restraint, 
breathing harder as the laces held her wrists and ankles securely to 
her seat.

Finally, Rachel rose to her bare feet, studying her work in the 
diffused light. Sara lay outstretched, tied to the chair, her eyes 
closed, her still damp body glistening in the moonlight. Rachel 
glanced around quickly. Still nobody stirring. They were still alone. 
She briefly considered wrapping the towel around herself again, to 
give herself some hope of modesty, but decided that the gentle breeze 
against her skin felt as tender and soft as her lover currently bound 
to the lounge. She really didn't want to cover up; it was just her 
skittish mind playing with her again.

Rachel's mind raced, not quite sure what to do now that she had Sara 
helpless. What did Sara want her to do? Making up her mind, she knelt 
in the sand near Sara's head. The girls gazed into one another's eyes, 
until Rachel lowered her head gently, allowing her lips to brush 
Sara's warm lips. They fell quickly into a passionate kiss, their 
tongues gently touching, exploring one another. Sara, pulled gently at 
her bonds, wanting more.

Rachel rose, smiling. She straddled the reclining woman, allowing her 
center to rest on Sara's tummy. Rachel gasped as she felt her own 
arousal quickening with the contact, even such soft innocent contact 
down there. The portion of her mind connected to her touch senses was 
driving her to forget her exposure, forget her behaviour, and just 
feel. Her fingers found Sara's bare breasts, softly kneading them, 
caressing the soft skin. Rachel bent, letting her tongue gently lick 
the salt from Sara's breasts, loving the sensations of Sara's quiet 
moaning and squirming. She felt alive. The feelings washed over her. 
The emotions of love, arousal, freedom, and trust. Most of all, Sara 
trusted her with her body. Trusted her enough to want her to restrain 
her. Trusted her with the most vulnerable time of her life.

She leaned forward and kissed Sara gently again on the lips. Rachel 
slowly moved her body, allowing her to trace her tongue down Sara's 
soft skin, even licking at the indent of her belly button, making Sara 
squirm. She finally knelt at the base of the chair, letting her head 
drop where Sara really wanted her. She pressed herself into the chair 
feeling the unfamiliar pressure of the chair slats against her bare 
nipples. Rachel could feel the wind flowing her hair up and over 
Sara's bound body as her lips kissed gently at the womanhood in front 
of her. She allowed her tongue to trace the soft folds, darting, 
exploring, pressing, caressing. She finally found Sara's rhythm. She 
could feel the other woman, squeezing gently against her face with her 
thighs as she struggled towards matching her rhythms to Rachel's soft 
tongue. They really hadn't known each other long enough to naturally 
find the pace, but Sara pressed down as best she could against the 
teasing of Rachel's tongue. At last she screamed into the night, 
pulling against her bonds as all her muscles contracted in unison 
without her conscious control. The chair quivered as Sara's body 
arched. Finally spent, Sara opened her eyes, gazing in an afterglow of 
pleasure at her lover still kneeling at the base of the chair. Sara 
pulled against the laces, and laughed.

Rachel knelt and watched Sara as she fell from her peak, a smile of 
understanding gracing her features. She had felt like that so many 
times this week, and she loved giving back some of that pleasure and 
freedom to Sara. Her fingers worked at the knots at Sara's ankles. As 
she worked, she let her lips touch the tops of Sara's feet, feeling 
the fine grit of the sand with her lips. The knots had tightened with 
Sara's struggles of ecstasy and they took some work to release the 
tangle. Rachel idly wished again that she had paid more attention at 
her Girl Guide meetings. Or that girls in general were taught to tie 
proper knots. One never knew when it would be needed. She was having 
trouble concentrating and she was frustrated, in more ways than one.

At last the ties came free and Sara happily kicked her legs up into 
the air from the chair. As she moved to release Sara's wrists, Sara 
spoke to her, almost just breathing the words.

"Rache? Thank you so much. I've never felt anything like that. And 
I've wanted to do this for so long."

"What? The exhibitionism? Or the shoelaces?" Rachel spoke as her 
fingers worked at the knots.

"Both," Sara whispered slowly as though confiding in her best friend.

"Glad I could help." Rachel smiled.

"You want anything special tonight?" Sara asked with a mischievous 
grin on her face. "I'm yours."

Rachel could feel the tears well up in her eyes at the words, but she 
fought them off. They'd promised not to cry tonight.

"I. I just want to be with you."

"You got me," Sara rose from the chair, letting the laces fall to the 
sand under the chair. She reached forward, pulling Rachel to her and 
hugging her. She kissed her gently.

"I'm sorry, Rachel. I know you are uncomfortable out here. You want to 
go back to the hotel?" Sara knew that at least one of their rooms 
would be free. At least until after dinner was over.

Rachel considered. She liked the cool breeze on her skin, and the soft 
gritty touch of the sand. Despite the danger, she didn't want to wait.

She slowly shook her head and grinned at Sara. She pulled Sara from 
the chair. Both girls fell laughing into the sand, rolling, not caring 
what tomorrow would bring, just enjoying one another. Rachel ended up 
on her back, feeling the harsh heat of the day still seeping gently 
from the sand beneath her. She closed her eyes, concentrating on 
hearing the surf beside her and feeling Sara's soft fingers touching 
her, tracing her bare breasts, teasing the nipples. She gasped as she 
felt her nipples hardening still further under Sara's knowing 
caresses. She could feel Sara's hands brushing away loose sand from 
her skin. She felt so alive. Slowly, too slowly, Sara's nails traced 
down her body, playing in her belly button, toying gently with her 
sparse hair down between her legs. Rachel cried out, not caring if 
anyone could hear as Sara's fingers gently parted her, touched her, 
and caressed her aching clitoris. Sara slowly teased her, until Rachel 
begged quietly for her release. She felt Sara enter her with her 
finger, first one then two. She felt full, but it was wonderful. She 
gazed up at Sara's face hovering over hers, intently watching her 
arousal in the moonlight. She reached up, pulling Sara's gentle lips 
to her own, kissing her, tracing her lips with her tongue, tasting the 
sea. She felt her fingers touching her own nipples as Sara's fingers 
continued their tease between her legs.

"Please?" Rachel whispered.

Sara let her fingers stay on Rachel, kissing her, caressing the 
swollen sensitive flesh of Rachel's being. Rachel found herself moving 
to the rhythm of the sex, moving to the rhythm of the pounding surf, 
pressing herself down and feeling the pleasure wash over her bare 
body. She arched, crying out into Sara's mouth, gasping for air as 
Sara's fingers coaxed her into yet another quick contraction. Finally 
spent, she fell back to the sand, crying softly, digging at the sand 
around her with her heels and fingers. She'd never felt a multiple 
orgasm before, and she thought that she'd died and gone to heaven.

She gazed up at Sara, whispering "Thank-you" over and over until Sara 
kissed her again, silencing her. The girls held each other, listening 
to the surf, gently kissing from time to time. The night crickets 
began their nightly song somewhere beyond the palms.

"I could stay here all night," Rachel whispered, her head cradled on 
Sara's breast.

"I know, sweetheart. I know. It's peaceful."

"I don't want to go home tomorrow."

"Shhhh. We promised."

"I know. But I'm going to miss you. Horribly." Rachel felt her tears 
welling up, despite all her will and promises.

Sara gently stroked Rachel's hair, feeling the salt and sand in it 
from their swim and roll on the beach. Sara loved the feel of it 
almost as much as Rachel liked the touch of Sara's fingers stroking 
through her tresses.

"I'm going to miss you too. I don't want to leave either. Sweety, I 
feel it too."

"Will you come visit me?"

"I doubt if you could keep me away. Now, shush. Let's enjoy tonight as 
much as we can. There's no tomorrow. Okay, sweetheart?"

Rachel felt her tears overflow silently; her tears traced down her 
flushed cheeks and fell eventually to Sara's bare breast. She knew 
that Sara could tell she was crying, but she didn't care. As her tears 
fell, she felt Sara's body hitch underneath her. She struggled for 
control, knowing that her tears would just cause Sara to cry as well. 
She wasn't a baby. She wasn't naive. She had known that this night 
would come. She wiped gently at her tears. The girls lay quietly in 
the dark.

Sara spoke softly. "Rache?"

"Mmm-hmmm?" Rachel was afraid of speaking too much.

"You want to sleep in my room tonight?"

"What about Janice?" Janice was the girlfriend with whom Sara had 
arrived and was sharing a room. They were good friends, but not 
intimate. At least not like she was with Rachel.

"I think Janice is staying with some guy she met at the disco last 
night."

Rachel raised her head and turned her face towards Sara. She brushed 
her lips, still tasting salt.

"I'd love to."

As if by agreement, the girls rose to their feet and hugged, shivering 
at the simple touch of their bare bodies.

"I don't want to go," Rachel whispered, fighting back the tears again.

The surf crashed uncaringly into the shore just beyond the naked, 
embracing girls standing in the sand. It was a moment before Sara 
could speak, fighting to keep her tears at bay.

"I'm going to miss you, too, sweetheart. But there's still tonight. 
Don't cry yet. There's no tomorrow, while it's still tonight."