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Originally posted back in April.

- Crimson

This is a lighter story than my other short stories. I guess I am just
trying to lighten things up after the last few stories. This story is
very close to "Rain", but a little lighter. This story features
female-female love and sex, sex outside of the bedroom (twice), and
light bondage. If this is going to offend you, or you are a minor,
think twice before reading this.

The characters are fictitious. 'nuff said.

Thanks to Munk for once again proofing this for me before I subjected
everyone else to it.

You can archive this story if you want as long as you aren't charging
anyone to access it and you keep the headers intact and the story
unchanged. And I'd appreciate a note so I know where it is.

As always, comments are welcome (dcrimson@yahoo.com).

- Crimson


Sunswept [ FF, light/first bond, outdoors ]

(c) April 1998 - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)


She shivered despite the fact that the bright afternoon sun was
beating down on her from a crystal clear blue sky. She felt the
floating dock beneath her shift as the waves gently rocked it.

She idly pulled at her wrists, glancing up at the soft cord that bound
them to the dock slats. She felt the familiar tingle begin in her
groin, rising to her nipples as she realized for the billionth time
that she was helpless. She couldn't free herself. She relaxed again,
letting her body soak in the sun; the only tan lines today were going
to be slight rings around her ankles and wrists where the ropes
securely held her to the swimming platform.

Her mind wandered back to the night before.

It had been a long arduous six hour drive to get to the cabin. She'd
been cramped and uncomfortable as Danielle had driven the small Civic
towards their destination. She had offered to drive, but Danielle
would have none of that. They'd stopped twice during the long trip
north for gas, bathroom breaks and a quick snack. As far as she was
concerned, it hadn't been enough, but Danielle had been in a hurry.
The light had been fading, and she was anxious to arrive at Sunswept.
She hated car trips.

"Well? What do you think?" Danielle had finally pulled the car to a
stop. She spread her arms in a gesture of embrace, encompassing the
clearing in which the car had halted.

She mumbled, but didn't open her eyes. She had clamped her eyelids
shut as they completed the last part of their journey. The last half
hour had been torture. Danielle had guided the tiny car onto a two
track path winding through the trees. She had felt like she was riding
a roller coaster into hell. She had closed her eyes partially to block
her visions of ending up wrapped uncomfortably around a pine, and
partially to try to reduce the building nausea due to motion sickness,
an unwelcome leftover from her childhood.

"Have a look, Wendy, before the sun goes down."

Wendy managed to open her eyes and groaned. She reached for the door
handle, sure she was going to be sick. She struggled out of the car,
fighting her body. The clean fresh air carressed her face and lungs.
She took deep clensing breaths, smelling forest, rain and clover. She
almost immediately felt better. The fresh air and the end of the
roller coaster ride began to free her from the grip of the motion
sickness.

Wendy turned as she heard the other car door slam.

"Are you alright?" Danielle asked concerned, finally noticing that her
passenger was a little pale around the edges. She had had her
attention fully on the road, and Wendy hadn't said anything.

Wendy nodded. "Feeling a little better. Just a little motion sick. The
fresh air is helping."

She glanced around and drew in her breath, noticing her surrounding
for the first time. They had stopped in a small clearing. The forest
encircled them except for a small log cabin off to the right. She
almost expected to see deer step out and greet her. She was a city
girl; never been further out than the suburbs. When Danielle had
mentioned this place she had been a bit hesitant. She loved the city
and couldn't see herself enjoying a place without a television and
phone. There were other ways of entertaining themselves, Danielle had
mentioned with a twinkle in her eye.

"Well?" Danielle demanded. "Isn't this what I promised you? Solitude
and peace."

"This is Sunswept? I. I've never seen anything like this." Wendy
stammered. "It's. It's beautiful."

"Come on, let's get settled."

The women grabbed their packs and Danielle ran to the cabin. She
unlocked it and slipped inside. Wendy followed a bit more sedately,
drinking in the new sights and smells in the twilight.

Wendy immediately felt the chill as she entered the small cabin. The
cabin was cold and the night treatened to be even colder. The cabin
smelled of wood and home cooking. Danielle was waiting for her just
inside the door.

"Toss your stuff in the bedroom. Make yourself at home." Danielle
pointed towards a door off to the left. Wendy wandered over to the
door and walked in. Danielle's pack was lying on the floor beside the
bed. She tossed her own beside it and sat down on the bed. She lay
back and sank into the mattress sighing. A thick comforter and huge
pillows graced the queen size bed. It even had a canopy. All she
wanted to do after that gruelling drive was drift off to sleep in this
wonderful bed. At least her stomach had decided to quit turning over
from the trip.

She heard the bedroom door open and she opened her eyes to see
Danielle prance into the room. Danielle seemed happy and relaxed,
almost childlike. Her long brunette hair shone in the dim light. She'd
kicked off her shoes; thick socks adorned her feet. She was wearing a
knitted multicolour sweater and black jeans. Her brown eyes gazed at
Wendy's reclining form. Wendy's chestnut hair fanned out across the
bed. Her breasts gently rose and fell underneath her sweatshirt as she
breathed. She, too, was wearing jeans and white socks.

"I lit the fire. It's warmer in the other room."

Wendy roused herself off the bed with an effort.

"You didn't tell me it was six bloody hours to this place."

"I didn't think you'd come if I did."

"I wouldn't have."

"And you would have missed out on all the fun."

Wendy stuck out her tongue at Danielle and walked into the other room.
As Danielle had promised, there was a huge fire roaring in the hearth.
She bent and warmed her hands in front of it. She turned to see
Danielle walking back into the room carrying the comforter and a
pillow off the bed. She had that look on her face that Wendy knew so
well after a couple of months with her.

"I know how to relax you," Danielle whispered.

Wendy moved comfortably into her embrace as Danielle dropped the
comforter to the carpet. They kissed gently, their lips exploring one
another as though it was the first time. Wendy felt like she was back
in high school getting her first kiss from a boy. John
something-or-other. Her stomach tightened and the tingles began. She
still couldn't believe that she could feel like this with a woman. Yet
here she was, still feeling like it was the first time. Butterflies
and tingles.

She had been hesitant at first with Danielle. She still had some
problems accepting that she could feel this way. Despite her
reservations, it simply felt right somehow. They had been friends for
so long, and then suddenly it had just happened. Both of them coming
off bad relationships, consoling each other, hating men. Falling in
love. It just seemed ... so natural. They hadn't said the words yet,
but she knew that she was falling for Danielle, like it or not.

She could feel the soft warmth of Danielle's breasts as they pressed
against her own through their sweaters. She felt Danielle's hands
running up and down her back as they kissed. Gasping, she realized
that her own hands were doing the same thing and that Danielle was
reacting. She could almost feel Danielle's nipples tightening through
the clothes. She still found it hard to believe that Danielle reacted
the same way she did. She'd never even considered the possibility that
she might be attracted to a women until it had all clicked with
Danielle.

They gently lowered themselves to the floor in front of the fire. They
softly kissed each other, their lips roaming over their faces. Tongues
gently touching.

Soon fingers were touching, exploring. Wendy's heart was in her throat
as she felt Danielle's long fingers carressing her nipples through her
sweater, touching her thighs, and tugging at the clothing. She
watched, fascinated as Danielle knelt and stripped off her clothing.
One slow piece at a time. She'd never tire of watching Danielle strip
for her. Her fabulous breasts sprang into view. High and firm. How
many times had she seen those breasts in the women's shower at the
gym? And not thought anything more? It seemed so long ago, but really
it had only been a couple of months since her feelings had changed so
drastically. Goosebumps appeared briefly as Danielle lost her jeans.
Her long legs flashed as she removed her panties, flinging them over
towards the fire with her foot. Even her socks were pulled off. One at
a time, teasingly. Finally, Danielle was nude in front of the fire,
the flickering flames lighting her skin. She glowed in the firelight.
Again she was kissed, Danielle pressing her nude body into her clothed
one. Rolling. Gasping. Laughing together. She couldn't stop herself
from letting her fingers stroke Danielle, touching the soft bare skin,
feeling her friend's excitement growing. Quiet cries fell from
Danielle's lips.

Finally, Danielle tugged at her clothes, pulling them off her and
kissing her at the same time. Their fingers touched one another,
finding breasts, thighs, toes, faces, lips. Fingers slipping inside.
The women gasped as they found one another's rhythms, feeling each
other's wetness and softness. Wendy reached her climax first, crying
out as all of her muscles contracted in unison, seeing coloured
lights, grasping at Danielle's fingers inside of her.

After her orgasm, she lay quietly beside Danielle, trying to control
her wild breathing. She lay her head on Danielle's breast and again
her fingers stole between Danielle's legs, finding her rhythm. She
reached up and kissed Danielle's soft lips. Fingering her. Lightly
pinching her left nipple as she watched Danielle's nude body moving to
her touch. She knew how to tease her. She knew all her secrets. In one
motion Danielle screamed and arched, climaxing heavily and gasping,
whispering Wendy's name softly over and over.

Danielle's head fell to the side and her breathing slowly returned to
normal. Wendy sat up and reached for the forgotten comforter and
pillow. She gently pushed the pillow under Danielle's head and pulled
the comforter over the both of them. She carefully tucked it around
Danielle and herself, resting her cheek on Danielle's bare breast, the
softest pillow on the planet.

"Wendy?" Danielle whispered.

"Yes?" Wendy answered sleepily. Danielle's regular breathing was
lulling her to sleep.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. You can ask me anything. But better hurry, I don't know if I
can keep my eyes open much longer."

"Nevermind. Sleep."

"You have to be kidding. You can't do that to me. Now I'm curious."

Danielle sighed. "Curiousity killed the cat. I'm not sure I want to
anymore."

"I think I love you, if that is what you were going to ask."

"I think I'm falling in love with you, too, sweety, but that isn't it.
Though it is nice to know." Danielle stroked Wendy's hair with her
fingers.

"Do I have to beg you to ask me?"

"Wendy? You know that I really like what we do? The sex? The way you
make me feel?"

"Yeah. You know I feel the same way. It's wonderful when we're
together. I've never had sex like this. I feel alive. I feel like I'm
back in high school. Discovering myself. Everytime feels like the
first time with you."

"What if I wanted to change things? Do something a little different?
What would you think?"

"This has to do with sex? Honey, you know that you can talk to me
about sex. How many times did we talk about boyfriends before we were
together?"

She felt Danielle swallow. "This. Actually. Sort of. Has to do with
that."

"Huh?"

"Do you remember Bob?"

"Bob?"

"You went out with him a few years back? You told me about him?"

She vaguely remembered him. Nice guy. Handsome. She had been in
college with the guy. She couldn't even remember why they'd broken up.
Another woman perhaps?

"I guess."

"I remember you telling me about him. Do you remember the sex you had
with him?"

Wendy was completely confused. She often had talked to Danielle about
her sex life before they had discovered one another. Just girl talk.
She vaguely remembered being upset about something, talking about Bob
to Danielle in a coffee shop somewhere after classes. Why should
Danielle remember Bob of all people? It wasn't as though he was one of
her more remarkable lovers. Why bring him up now? Maybe Danielle had
slept with him too?

"I guess. What's this all about, Dani? Did you sleep with him? I don't
mind, you know. It was a long time ago. He might be a bit surprised
how it turned out though ..." Wendy smiled at that thought.

Danielle swallowed, gathering her courage. Now or never. "Sweety, I
never slept with any of your boyfriends. I wouldn't. You know that."
She paused fighting down the butterflies that had just taken flight in
her stomach. "You once told me that he wanted to tie you up. You know.
For sex."

"Oh, that. Yeah." Wendy smiled at the memory, how nervous Bob had been
in suggesting it. Almost as nervous as Danielle was being now. Her
memories were flooding back. He had read about it somewhere, wanted to
try it. She hadn't been so secure of her sexuality back then. She
hadn't felt comfortable with the idea, hadn't felt entirely
comfortable with Bob, although that was hardly his fault. She
remembered that she hadn't let him. She vaguely remembered being a
little upset about the whole thing, more that she'd disappointed him
than anything else. They'd broken up shortly afterwards, though she
didn't think it had anything to do with the suggestion.

"Did. Did you ever try it?"

"No. I was younger. That was my first year of college. Unsure of
myself. Of Bob. If I'm remembering correctly, I just didn't feel
comfortable with it. Maybe that was why I broke up with him. I don't
think so, but I don't really remember."

Danielle was silent.

"Why?" Wendy asked softly.

Danielle remained silent, frightened to continue. She didn't want to
lose Wendy. Her friendship. Her respect. Her love. She'd rather just
let this drop than lose any of her.

"No reason," she finally said quietly.

"You want to tie me up?" Wendy asked jokingly.

"I. I think so," Danielle spoke so softly Wendy wasn't sure she'd
heard it.

Wendy swallowed and turned her face towards Danielle. She found her
eyes and captured them. Danielle's eyes reflected her uneasiness and
an unspoken apology.

"You're serious."

Danielle spoke softly and quickly. "Wendy? I'm sorry. I. I've been
thinking of that ever since you told me about Bob. God, I don't
believe I just told you. I. I've dreamt about it. I didn't mean to
offend you. We won't do it. We don't have to. I. I like what we have
together, now. Honest. I just thought ..." her voice trailed off in
her misery and with her loss of what to say next.

Wendy smiled and nestled her head back against Danielle's breast.

"You can tie me up," she whispered. "You just surprised me is all. It
sounds like fun."

Both girls were silent, lost in their own private thoughts. Both were
looking forward to tomorrow in their own way. It took a while, but
they both fell into an exhausted sleep in each other's arms on the
floor, surrounded by the sounds of the dying fire and the crickets of
the night.

***

They had both run down to the small beach, Danielle in a bright red
one- piece swimsuit and Wendy in a yellow bikini. They had both cried
out as they hit the cold water, playfully splashing one another and
enjoying the afternoon sun. It was a cool day, the kind that appear
near the end of the summer in late August. The sun was shining in a
flawless blue sky, warming them as they played.

They had eventually swum out to the floating dock. They had stretched
themselves out and just talked quietly, both shivering as the cool
water evaporated from their skin.

They'd been silent for a while, simply enjoying the warm day, the sun,
each other's presence and the soft sounds of water lapping at the
drums holding them afloat.

"Right here," Wendy spoke softly. She took a deep breath, turned to
her side and looked at Danielle.

Danielle's eyes widened, understanding. Wendy sat up rocking the dock
gently. She reached behind herself and released the ties on her top.
She slipped the bottoms down her long legs and handed her suit to
Danielle. The other woman just watched, fascinated as her friend
undressed outside and handed her the bikini. She didn't know if she
could strip out in the open like that, even though there should only
be the two of them within fifty miles.

"Take these. And bring back your toys if you want." Wendy smiled at
Danielle.

Without another word, Danielle dove into the lake. She screeched as
she surfaced. She breaststroked to the shore, a flash of red and breif
yellow. Upon reaching the beach, she turned. She gazed out at Wendy
kneeling nude on the platform. She couldn't believe that Wendy was
going to go through with this for her. She'd dreamt about it for so
long. Anticipated it. Wanted it. Danielle shook her head, spraying
lakewater from her long hair, and turned up towards the cabin.

She emerged moments later carrying some items in her hands. Soon, she
was climbing back up onto the platform beside Wendy shivering.

Wendy had stretched herself out, scarcely believing that she was doing
it, her arms extended above her, her ankles wide, spread-eagled on the
swim deck. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations of the
cords wrapping around her wrists and ankles. She felt so helpless and
vulnerable. She trusted Danielle completely and absolutely, otherwise,
this wouldn't be happening. She slowly felt her freedom being taken
away. And it felt good. Erotic.

She felt Danielle rise to her bare feet, the deck shifting under her.
She opened her eyes, unconsciously pulling at the bonds holding her to
the platform. She felt the rough wood against her bottom and her back
as she squirmed. She could wiggle her toes, but she couldn't rise. She
couldn't move. She couldn't stop Danielle from doing whatever she
pleased. She was stuck here until she was untied. It was so ironic.
She felt free. No responsibility. No guilt. Just Danielle and her. And
yet, she was so restricted. There were just simple cords, a swim deck
and her.

Danielle reached for the other item she'd brought out to the lake.
Sunblock. Wendy cried out as the cold liquid was poured over her.
Danielle worked the coconut smelling oils into her skin, grinning as
she spent extra time on her bare breasts.

"Can't have you burning out here. Not a lot of protection and I don't
want you to be sunburnt for the rest of the weekend."

Wendy remained silent. The irony was exquisite. She was burning
anyway, just nothing to do with the sun. She was turned on far more
than she thought she'd be. Danielle finished and then stretched out
beside her bound friend. She teasingly ran her fingers along Wendy's
bare skin, tracing her ribs just under her soft breasts. She teased
Wendy and just enjoyed the afternoon sun. Soon Wendy was quietly
moaning, not even aware of it.

Danielle rose again. Wendy watched as Danielle stepped between her
outstretched legs.

Danielle knelt. Her mouth felt wonderful as she explored Wendy. Her
fingers teased Wendy's skin as her kisses and her tongue found her
clit, her long fingers deep inside. Pumping. Licking. Teasing.

Without warning, Danielle stopped. With an evil grin, Danielle ignored
Wendy's begging and dove off the platform, leaving Wendy frustrated,
aroused, naked, and bound. She watched as Danielle disappeared into
the cabin, unable to call her back, unable to do anything. Wendy was
nearly in tears, wanting her climax, but unable to finish it herself.
She pulled weakly at the cords holding her body, nearly crying in her
frustration, feeling helpless and alone.

She realized that this was part of the game. Her climax when it came
would be ten times more wonderful. She knew that. She just had to wait
and trust. She was sure that Danielle was watching her from the cabin,
making sure she was safe and enjoying her discomfort, watching to make
sure that no stray teenagers wandered by in a fishing boat or
something. She felt so damned exposed out here. She felt the tingling
again.

She lay there for what seemed forever. She felt her arousal slowly
cool down, shivering a bit in the almost fall air, her nipples
hardening again. She lost herself in her own thoughts, allowing
herself to travel through her mind, unable to do anything else.
Finally she ended up at how she had gotten here. Alone. Naked. Bound.
Frustrated. In the middle of this isolated lake, watching as the sun
approached the horizon. She knew that she was ready. Her body was
excited again just at the thoughts of her firelit lovemaking last
night. She was looking forward to Danielle lighting another fire again
tonight. She desperately hoped that Danielle would return soon and let
her climax, dousing the fire she had burning now between her
outstretched legs.

She opened her eyes again as she heard a quiet splash and a cry of
dismay. She watched from the platform as Danielle hesitantly entered
the water by the beach. She had discarded the red one-piece. She was
glancing about nervously as though there was a crowd watching her
instead of just her girlfriend out on the floating dock, and perhaps a
chipmunk or two. Wendy still loved the sight of Danielle's nudity even
after having seen it so many times. She seriously doubted if she'd
ever get tired of seeing Danielle. She watched quietly as the other
girl stroked her way back out to the platform.

"Ready for the finale?" Danielle asked softly as she climbed up on the
platform, shaking it and its bound passenger. Despite her shivering,
she looked a little flushed.

"God, am I ever," Wendy breathed.

Danielle knelt by Wendy's bound feet and ran her tongue along her bare
toes.

"Noooo!" Wendy wailed. "Please. No more teasing."

Danielle continued her minstrations knowing that Wendy would be just
wild after this. Normally, she wasn't much into the foot thing, but
Wendy just loved the sensations. Bound, she couldn't do a thing about
the tease. She could only rise higher on her excitement wave until
Danielle brought her crashing down.

With soft kisses, Danielle roved slowly up Wendy's bound legs until
she was lying easily on her front between Wendy's stretched legs, one
bare foot reaching for the sky. Danielle could feel the platform
pressing into her bare breasts and belly. She grinned, still
determined to tease Wendy.

"Please?" Wendy begged.

Danielle used her fingers, lightly stroking her friend, teasing her
outer lips. After an eternity, she lowered her head and used her
tongue. Finding Wendy's center, her clit. Licking. Stroking. Sucking.
Kissing. Finding Wendy's rhythm that she knew so well. It didn't take
long for Wendy to climax. She had been more than ready three hours
ago. Electric shocks worked up and down Wendy's bound body as she
pulled against the cords holding her down. The second wave took her
body as Danielle continued to use her tongue through the first orgasm.
Finally, she collapsed. Panting. Whispering, "Thank-you, thank-you,
thank-you," over and over until Danielle's lips met hers, quieting
her. She could feel her arousal returning as she faintly tasted
herself on Danielle's lips. She could feel the heat begin to rise in
her clit and nipples again as Danielle kissed her. She groaned.

Danielle worked herself around and straddled Wendy's face, gently
lowering herself. This game, Wendy's bare body, and being outside had
aroused her intensely, she could feel the pulsing in her clit and her
nipples. She idly brushed at her own and Wendy's erect nipples as
Wendy set to her task with loving care. Using only her tongue, she
found her lover's clit and teased her. She touched purposely at a
different speed than normal. She could hear the moans of frustration
as Danielle struggled for her release, pressing herself against Wendy,
trying to match her thrusting to Wendy's tongue and not to her own
natural rhythm. Wendy switched speed and motions as she felt her
friend come too near the edge. Her subtle revenge.

"I know what you are doing," Danielle gasped. "I'm not letting you up
until you let me climax, you know."

Wendy smiled. Caught. She found Danielle's normal rhythm and stopped
her teasing. She thought that she'd be happy to stay in these bonds
until the morning if necessary. She felt so alive, so free here.
However, the fire was sounding better and better. The light was fading
fast and the girls still had to make supper. Without any protection
from the light wind, she was shivering and hungry. The night would be
cold if she was left out here. Danielle wouldn't let her stay out
here, she was sure. Even if she asked. Even if she didn't let her
climax.

Danielle screamed as she finally reached her orgasm; her fingers
played with the cords that held Wendy's wrists. She almost smothered
Wendy as she collapsed from her orgasm. As soon as she had recovered
sufficiently, her fingers pulled quickly at the cords, freeing the
bound girl. The girls immediately fell into each other's arms, gently
stroking one another's hair, content to just hold each other
afterwards. The platform gently rocked as they shared their body heat
and gently kissed.

Finally Wendy broke their embrace and sat up, rubbing her wrists,
grinning mischeviously. She could barely see Danielle in the fading
light. "Gotcha."

Danielle gasped, "That. Was. Wonderful." She still hadn't quite
recovered from her release.

Wendy kissed Danielle on the lips and guided her to the edge of the
platform. They slipped into the water with sharp gasps. They swam
slowly together back to the shore, holding hands beneath the dark
water. The light was nearly gone. They stopped halfway back, treading
water, listening to the night, watching the stars wink into existence,
feeling the cool water carressing their nude bodies. They kissed
tenderly as they shivered. They continued to hold hands until they
entered the cabin where Danielle had lit another fire. Shivering, they
huddled naked together in front of it, just holding each other,
wrapped in the comforter again, warming themselves. Wondering where
this was going to take them.








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