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Part 12
Wrapped up in a blanket just outside the lean-to, Zac and Abel watched the sun go down. The brilliance of the oranges and yellows turned swiftly to pink and red, and finally faded to blue. The arms of the sunset spread over the sky as the comforting blanket of night arose.
"So beautiful," Abel whispered, feeling that any louder volume would be a violation of perfection. She felt Zac nod behind her. "Do you watch these very often?" The blonde turned her head back a little so she could see the face of the woman holding her.
"Yes. Every chance I get. Me and Aure will go down by the lake and watch the colors over the water. Truly amazing."
"You can’t see this kind of thing in the city. I mean, there are sunsets, obviously, but you can’t watch it in such purity. There are buildings to cover it, and lights to wash it out."
"Then why be there?"
"Hmm." Abel didn’t answer. Zac saw things so simply, and because she could not argue with her logic, she chose to remain silent. It had been a truly amazing day. After that first kiss by the lake, Abel had broken it and wrapped the taller girl up in a massive hug. She needed to feel the brunette close, even though they had just shared one of the most beautiful kisses of her life. She tried to dig deep to think about how she felt about that.
It had felt so right, that she could not deny. Really there was nothing for her to deny. Even still, what did it mean for her? For Zac? Zac’s experience with the erotic was nil, and Abel did not want to take that innocence from her. Yet she was drawn. She wanted to be able to show Zac all that the world had to offer. And that meant the more worldly aspects of physical affection, too. She felt such a strong need to show Zac what passion and love was like. These were things that the world had thus far kept out of reach for the beautiful brunette.
After the giant hug, she had pulled away and suggested they get some lunch. As they prepared the food together, Zac had been full of life. Abel had seen more light in those eyes in that moment than she had in all the time they’d known each other. Zac had also stopped the blonde often while she’d been making their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, giving her more hugs and kisses. Eventually Abel had stopped her efforts to make lunch, and just laid one on her friend. Zac had nearly stumbled backwards from the full impact of it, but had most certainly responded.
Zac was a very quick learner.
"Spinney?"
"Yeah?" The blonde was brought back to the here and now, feeling long arms tighten around her, tucking the blanket more securely around her shoulders.
"What is your cabin like?" Zac’s voice was so soft in Abel’s ear, breath warm.
"My cabin?" Confused, dark blonde brows drew, then it hit her. "Oh! You mean my apartment?"
"What’s an apartment?"
"Well, you have a large building, and it’s been separated into various apartments. Like in ours, we have a two bedroom. So, you have the two bedrooms, a bathroom and kitchen, then a living room. You know, like a communal place for us all?" She felt the nod.
"How many are there of you?"
"Three. But Kendra will be moving out at the end of the year. She’s a year older than Jess and me. She graduates, and then has a job lined up over in California somewhere."
"What does your room look like?" Zac tightened her hold a bit more on her Spinney. She felt more possessive than ever. She pulled Spinney back closer to her front, feeling the heat from the smaller body. She opened her legs wider, giving the blonde more room. Plus, if she were honest, she liked the way it made her feel. But she’d just keep that to herself. Abel might be upset with her.
"Well, Jessica and I share one. So, we both have our beds, which are tiny, against opposite walls. But you walk in, and the floor is hard wood. Like in the cabin. My bed is off to the left, and hers is to the right. There is a window smack dab in the middle of the wall that the headboards of our beds are against. Under that window we both have our own nightstand. You know, alarm clocks, reading lamps, that kind of thing. On the wall that the door is on is the closet. We share it, but most of our stuff is in these bags that I call body bags, that we keep under our beds. You know, more room that way."
"What color is the covering on your bed?" Zac rested her chin on Spinney’s shoulder, closing her eyes so she could picture it.
"Right now it’s a dark blue. I change it from time to time. Get tired of the same ol’ thing, you know? Anyway, so then we both have a dresser at the end of our beds, too. Between the two of us, we could clothe a small village." She smiled at Zac’s chuckle. "Our room is pretty simple, really. Nothing really that striking. We have some old posters up that used to be in our dorm room last year. You know, an Albert Einstein poster, and some stuff on beer. Typical college stuff."
"Do you like living with Kendra and Jessica?"
"Oh yeah. Jess and I have been roomies for the past three years, and she’s great. Kendra was a new addition this year, but she’s great, too. We all get along. I’ll be sad to see her go."
"Do you like living in the big city like that? Boston is huge, with millions of people. Don’t you feel lost?"
"Sometimes. But then at times it’s nice. You can go somewhere and no one knows you. You can go to think, do homework, people watch, whatever. No worries about being bothered. That is, unless you’re being hit on." She wrinkled her nose. "Guys just don’t know when to leave a girl alone."
"Hit on? They hit you?" Zac was fully prepared to go postal when she felt a steadying hand on her arm.
"It’s just a phrase, honey. It means they find you attractive, and so give you attention. You know, make their intentions clear about their interest."
"Oh." The brunette calmed. "Then I bet you get hit on all the time."
"Aww. Aren’t you a sweetie." She turned in the circle of Zac’s arms until she was facing her. She stared into those blue eyes, the brilliance of the color now mainly gone with the sun set. "Zac?" she said softly.
"Yes?"
"Can we talk for a minute?"
"Sure. What’s wrong?"
"Well, I’m not so sure anything is wrong. Well, I hope not, anyway. Um, you know how things have gone today? You know, the amazing cuddling, and . . . other stuff . . ."
"You mean the kissing?"
Abel smiled. "Yes. The kissing. How do you feel about it?"
The blonde could see, even in the faint light of summer’s late evening, the whiteness of Zac’s spreading smile. The taller girl sighed, sounding happy and content.
"I don’t understand why it’s happening, but I like it. A lot."
"Really?" Abel was hopeful. Yes, she did like doing it as well, but it was more than that. She wanted to know that Zac understood just what it meant. "What is it to you, Zac?"
"What do you mean?" Zac’s smile faltered, worried that she’d done something wrong. "Is it bad?"
"No! God no. It’s just that I want you to understand what’s going on. At least with me." She gave her a sheepish look, then looked at the neckline of Zac’s tank, which she began to play with. "Zac, I am, well. I’m a little confused. You see, all my life I’ve been interested in boys, you know. Wanting to date them, kiss them, that kind of thing. Then suddenly you come into my life and turn it upside down."
"I’m sorry, Spinney. I’m not trying to make things difficult . . ."
"No! Oh, honey. No, that’s not it. You’ve made things so much better." Abel reached out and touched the side of the brunette’s face, which was quickly disappearing as the sun took its final bow. "I am about to sound like some cheesy Hallmark commercial, so bear with me." The blonde took a deep breath, gently caressing the soft skin under her fingertips.
"It’s okay, Spinney. I love to hear anything you have to say," Zac nearly whispered. For her encouraging words, she got a small kiss. Abel smiled.
"Thank you. You have made my life better, Zac. In so many ways. I look at things so different now. It’s like I see my surroundings with new eyes. Hell, I see them at all. I never used to think about it before. It was just there, and would always be there. You’ve changed that in me. You’ve changed me."
"Is that good?" Zac reached her own hand out and began to rub gentle circles on Spinney’s back. She loved having the blonde this close, and her heart was pounding nearly out of control in her chest. She thought she understood what the blonde was trying to tell her, but did not want to guess or assume.
"Very." Abel smiled, running her thumb along Zac’s jaw. "Very, very good. But the confusing part is the fact of how I feel about you."
"Why is that confusing?"
"Because as I said, I’ve always felt this way about guys. Not girls. Honey, I’ve never so much as kissed a girl." Abel looked into the blue eyes, caught in the moonlight. "These feelings inside me kind of scares me. I really love what we do. I love to touch you. Have you touch me," Abel’s words trailed off as she leaned in and lightly kissed those irresistible lips.
Zac sighed into the kiss, leaning back against the tree behind her, taking Spinney with her. The blonde got herself more comfortable, almost sitting in the brunette’s lap. She trailed her hands up Spinney’s back until she felt the soft strands of golden hair.
Abel sighed, loving the feel of Zac’s fingers running through her hair and the feel of her lips. She brought her hands up to either side of the taller girl’s face, holding her closer as the kiss deepened.
She could kiss Zac all day. Even though this was basically the third ‘real’ kiss for the girl, she kissed like a pro. Following all of Abel’s leads, not going any further than the blonde had cleared the path for, she held her own. Abel sighed again, feeling the kiss to her very core.
How on earth does Zac affect me so deeply? Never has anyone, female or male, touched me so deeply, nor made my body react and respond so much.
Abel broke the kiss, remembering that she had not finished what she had to say to her friend.
"Wait," She closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths. She wanted to get her racing heart under control before she continued. "God, I can’t resist you," she breathed.
Zac licked her lips, getting the very last bit of Spinney from them, then looked at the blonde, skin turned a bluish gray in the moonlight. She waited for Spinney to continue.
"Zac, why do you think I kiss you?"
"Oh, uh," Dark brows drew as she tried to think of an answer. "Well, the book said that oftentimes a kiss using the tongue is the prelude to sex."
Abel nearly choked on her own tongue. "What book have you been reading?"
"It’s in my biology book," Zac said simply. Abel grinned.
"You’ve been reading about sex?" Zac nodded. "Since when?"
"The past few months. I started having the strangest feelings, and then I dreamt about you, and you showed me your breasts . . ." Zac trailed off, suddenly feeling very stupid, though she did not know why. She looked down at the fidgeting hands in her lap.
Abel sat there, staring. She was trying to get her brain to compute what she had been told.
"You dreamed about me? My breasts? What?"
Now Zac felt really stupid. "It’s nothing."
"No. Wait. Don’t clam up on me." She grinned, liking the fact that the beautiful brunette had dreamt of her, and her breasts, no less! "Tell me about it."
Zac studied her, seeing that it was okay and Spinney was not angry with her. "Well, in the dream we were in the Jacuzzi, and you took your bra off," Zac said with a grin. A sexy grin. She was not even aware of it, but her feelings and unknown wants were far ahead of her brain.
"I did, did I?" Abel asked, brow raised. At Zac’s nod she chuckled. "You want that?"
"Oh, uh, I’m not sure," Zac stuttered, that uneasiness coming back. She had not felt uncomfortable around the blonde since the early days, and wondered why it hit her squarely now. "It was a wonderful dream, though." She grinned.
"Well, then I guess I should be honest and tell you of my own dream. You see, according to my psyche, you and I went swimming in the lake. You were in this itty bitty bathing suit." Abel chuckled when she saw the grimace on Zac’s face. "Calm down. I didn’t say you had to wear one. Anyway, so we were swimming and having a good time. I could not keep my eyes off of you."
"Really? Did you feel the wetness between your legs, too?" Zac asked, her voice hopeful. She was confused at the blonde’s laughter.
"Oh, Zac. My Zac." Abel hugged Zac’s head to her chest, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. "Yes. I felt it, too." Hell, I feel it now!
"Oh good. Wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything wrong." Zac breathed a sigh of relief against Spinney’s cotton-clad chest.
"No. Nothing wrong. It’s very natural. It’s called arousal."
"The book said that, too."
*****
"Zac?" Abel opened the cabinets, looking for . . . something. Nothing sounded good and it was frustrating her.
"Yes?"
Abel smiled when she felt the warmth of the taller girl’s body press against her back. Arms slid around her waist, hands clasping over her stomach.
"What do you want for dinner? I can’t find anything that sounds good." She fingered a can of Spaghetti-O’s, and changed her mind. Again. With a small growl, she leaned back into Zac’s warmth. "Any ideas?"
"Well, how about I go catch us some fish?"
"Zac, it’s," Abel glanced at the clock on the microwave. "Nearly eight-thirty at night. Into night fishing are you?"
"Hey, I’ve done it before, and most certainly can do it again." She grinned.
"You know, the scary thing is I have no doubt that you’ll pull it off. You go girl." Abel smiled at the soft kiss that was planted on the top of her head, then felt the cold as Zac hurried out the door.
As the door closed, the phone rang. Hurrying over to it, she smiled when she realized it was her mother.
"Hey, ma. How goes it?" The blonde began to rummage again, this time for veggies that would go well with the fish.
"Not bad. We went to the store today and got the honey and syrup you requested. How much does that girl go through, anyway?" Sherry smiled into the phone as she continued to put groceries away.
"Enough to keep a small army fat."
"Lovely. Well, she best hope she never stops being so active. Boy won’t she be surprised."
"I wouldn’t worry about that." Abel grinned, unable to keep the smile from stretching across her lips.
"So how’s it going?" Sherry looked into the fridge, trying to figure out the best place to put the three gallons of milk she’d bought. She knew they’d be gone in just over a week. How on earth did it come to pass that she was raising five bottomless pits?
The two Cohen woman chatted for the next hour. Abel filled Sherry in on how her semester ended, as well as some of the things she and Zac had done, of course leaving out certain details. Sherry thought it was most interesting. She could hear the utter joy in her daughter’s voice, which made her very happy.
Zac hurried back to the cabin, fishing pole slung proudly over a shoulder, and a string of fish dangling from the line in her hand. Tonight they’d be eating good in the neighborhood!
She walked in, hearing Spinney’s melodic laughter. She saw her chatting into the phone and could not resist. Dropping the line of fish on the table, she hurried up behind the small blonde, reached up under her shirt, and placed very cold hands on Spinney’s very warm stomach.
"Ack!" Abel nearly dropped the phone as she tried to get away from the blocks of ice that had her pinned to a larger body. "Zac, get those things off me!" she laughed, the icy fingers beginning to dig into her sides. "Mom, hang on," she barely managed to get out before setting the phone on the counter and turning to face her tormentor.
Sherry listened as the girls squealed and her daughter yelled for Zac to remove her ice cold hands from her stomach. The older blonde raised her brows in surprise as she heard the sounds of the girl’s play.
"Oh, you are so dead!" Zac growled out as she was being tickled right back, fingers digging into her sides, ribs, whatever they could get purchase on. The brunette tried to bat the insistent hands away, her backing up toward the fridge in the process, lost in a fit of giggles.
"Mom, I’ll call you back!" Abel yelled so her mom could hear as the phone was still on the counter. An "Okay, honey!" was yelled right back. Not bothering to hang the phone up, Abel dug in with even more relish and purpose. She loved to hear Zac laugh, and was thoroughly enjoying tickling her.
Zac felt her back crash against the smooth coolness of the fridge, and knew she was pinned. The feisty little blonde kept coming, her fingers now burrowing under the material of her t-shirt, cold fingers against the warm skin. Aure was barking his little head off, excited by the play of the humans. That is before he got a whiff of the fish still laying on the table.
Tears streamed from Zac’s eyes as she found it hard to breath, she was laughing so hard. Abel was laughing just as hard, watching her friend struggle against her, the veins popping out of her neck with the strain. Eyes closed tightly, face flushed from the exertion.
She was beautiful.
The blonde found her fingers stilling, resting upon the warm skin of Zac’s sides. She felt the insatiable urge to kiss Zac. So she did.
Zac was startled by the total change in activity, but did not complain. She responded to Spinney’s kiss, bringing her hands up to play in the thick, blonde strands, pulling her friend even closer. The brunette was pinned between the blonde’s body and the cold fridge. She soaked up the warm softness of Spinney, feeling every curve pressed against her.
Abel brought her hand up to caress the side of Zac’s face as she deepened the kiss. She sighed softly as she felt the brunette’s tongue glide against her own, body pressed to her own, breathing matching her own. She leaned in even closer to the taller girl, wanting to be as close as humanly possible. She could feel the heat of Zac’s skin on her fingers, nearly burning them where they lay beneath the material of her shirt.
A small whimper escaped Zac’s throat. Her body was buzzing and wanted something that she could not comprehend, but knew she had to have it. Needed it. And only Spinney could provide it.
Abel heard the whimper and melted. She felt a wave of desire course through her and matched the whimper with one of her own. Her body had never been so ready, though she really had not idea what she’d want Zac to do with it were she given the chance. She had no idea how this worked, so kept her thoughts on the kiss instead.
The blonde felt a now warm hand slip up the back of her shirt, fingertips caressing the skin of her back. Her own fingers dug deeper into the thick, black hair when suddenly Zac pushed Abel away.
"Aure! No!" She hurried over to the dog who was about to yank the second of the four fish off the table by the line. Zac grabbed the fish, wrestling the one out of the dog’s mouth that he’d managed to grab.
Abel joined the brunette, helping her to get their dinner away from the dog and the floor. Her heart was still pounding.
What is happening to me? The way she makes me feel. I want to fly.
*****
Sherry sat at her desk, ready to grade the finals for her Spanish II class. Setting her reading glasses on her nose, she grabbed a sheet, and saw the name Zachary Williams scrawled across the top. This made her think of Zac and Abel up at the cabin.
The last time she’d talked to her daughter had been the night their conversation had been interrupted by the girl’s playing. They had sounded so happy, so giggly.
She smiled, remembering that kind of roughhousing. She and Adam used to do it all the time when they were dating.
Adam. Sherry smiled just thinking about him. They had been married almost twenty-five years, and she still loved him as much as the day she said "I do." More, probably. After getting through five births, one nearly finished with college, and all the things they had to look forward to. Weddings, grandchildren. Hopefully they’d get lots of the latter. She had such hopes for Abel, considering she was the oldest girl, and certainly the only one old enough to have kids for some time yet. What with Rachel only eleven.
Abel. She pondered her eldest for a moment. The beautiful girl was so intelligent and by far one of the sweetest people Sherry had ever known. Of course she could be just a tad biased. Heck, the only person she knew that was as sweet as her Abel was Zac.
Zac.
Now that was an interesting topic for the older blonde. She had a feeling deep down that there was something to this story, but could not quite put together what it was. She knew that Abel had always managed to make deep, lasting friendships and bonds with people, but there just seemed to be something extra this time. Something between the girls that was deeper than any bond of friendship.
She’d have to keep an eye on things.
*****
Abel’s parents had finally arrived two weeks ago. The blonde and Zac were camped out in Zac’s lean-to. It was a warm night, and they decided to take advantage of it. Besides, Abel wanted to be close to Zac and see the way she lived. What better way than to experience it?
They lay on Zac’s bedroll, the brunette tucked up behind Abel, arm wrapped protectively around her, the blonde playing with the tiny hairs that lined Zac’s forearm.
"Soft," she said, watching the path her fingers took. "Zac?"
"Hmm?" Zac looked over Abel’s shoulder, chin resting on it.
"Do you like kissing me?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"How does it make you feel?" Abel turned to face Zac, laying her head on her arm, and staring up into Zac’s face.
"Well," Zac thought for a moment, bringing a hand up to trace the delicate features of Spinney’s face. "It makes me feel very warm. Like somebody just started a raging fire six inches away from me. Like it’s inside me. I feel aroused, too."
Abel was surprised at the shiver that ran down her spine at those words.
"Really? I do that to you?" She reached up and rolled a lock of dark hair around her finger.
"Yes. You make me feel things that I don’t know what to do with." Zac looked down, feeling slightly shy.
"Oh, you’re so adorable." Abel reached up, fingers entwining with the hair at the nape of Zac’s neck. "Come here." She pulled, bringing Zac’s lips to her own. She sighed into the kiss, loving the fact that she made Zac feel so much. Feel so much like she herself felt. "You do the same to me." She said against Zac’s lips. She pushed Zac to her back and rolled with her, holding herself up on her forearms.
Zac wrapped her arms around the smaller body on top of hers, caressing Spinney’s tongue with her own, loving the feel of the soft lips moving against her own. She could feel the softness of the blonde’s breasts against her own, and she wanted so badly to touch them, but had no idea how to go about it. She didn’t want Spinney getting angry with her, so she followed the little blonde’s lead.
Abel loved the feel of Zac under her. The brunette was so soft and warm everywhere. She had to admit to herself that she was utterly fascinated and intrigued with the thought Zac’s body. She was gorgeous, as she had seen on several occasions when her friend was in varying degrees of undress. She had never really looked at her before though, as she was thinking at that moment. What she wouldn’t do to see her in wet, near see-through bra and panties in the Jacuzzi. She had almost offered it several times, but worried about what she might do. She had no desire to freak out the brunette.
She broke the kiss and looked down at a very flushed Zac. "You are so good at that," she marveled.
"Good teacher."
Abel smiled. "Cutie. We should get some sleep." She gave Zac one final kiss, then rolled off the taller girl, moving to her side, and pulling Zac behind her. "Good night, gorgeous."
"Night, my Spinney."
*****
Sherry watched the girls, amazed at how much time they spent together. Abel always spent a lot of time with Zac during the breaks since they’d reunited, but before, it was with the family. This summer they were off on their own doing their own thing. She didn’t understand it. They even would spend the night in Zac’s little lean-to out in the middle of the forest.
The older blonde didn’t mind that her daughter and Zac had gotten so close; she thought the world of Zac. But this was Abel’s last summer before she graduated from college, and probably one of the last times she’d be able to go to Maine with her family.
"Abel, honey. Can you come here for a moment?" Sherry called out, seeing the elusive little blonde and her taller companion down by the lake. Abel managed to pry herself away from Zac and ran up to the house.
"Yeah, mom?" she said. Sherry noticed how red her shoulders were getting.
"Well, first you need to grab some sun block. You’re going to look like a lobster here before too long."
"Yeah, yeah," Abel grinned good-naturedly, but grabbed the bottle that Ben had left behind before his swim. "You called me up here to lecture me on the virtues of skin care?" The blonde put her hand on her hip.
"No." Sherry grinned. "I called you up here because I miss my daughter."
"What? You miss your daughter? Mom, I’m right here."
"Honey, we’ve been at the cabin for three weeks now, and I feel like I’ve barely seen you. You’re always off with Zac. Now, hold on a sec," Sherry cut her daughter off before the little blonde went off on a tangent. "You know I like Zac, but honey, it’s not real likely we’re going to see much of you after this summer. You’ll be going off to grad school, and that program requires you to go all the way through the year. Including summers."
Abel looked at her mother, absolutely stunned. This was her last summer with Zac, and her mother was worried about time with the family?!
"I just wish you’d spend some time with us, Abel. We miss you."
"But mom,"
"No buts. You can bring Zac into the cabin with you. There’s no reason for the two of you two spend every free minute you get at her little lean-to thing. She stays there when we’re gone. Let her enjoy the comforts of the cabin while she can."
"She doesn’t want to, mom. It’s hot, and she likes it out in the open air." Abel tried to defend her actions, but knew they were lame and flimsy. She just couldn’t stay away from the brunette. Their talks, stolen kisses, mild caresses.
"You will be at dinner tonight, Abel. Zac’s welcome, too. But either way, I want you there. And, I want you in the cabin tonight." With that Sherry turned and headed back into the coolness of the cabin.
Abel stood there for a moment, stunned. Her mother had just talked to her like she was three years old. She was pissed!
"What’s the matter?" Zac asked quietly as she watched her Spinney stomp over to her. She did not look happy.
"My mother says I don’t spend enough time with them," the blonde growled.
"She doesn’t like the time we spend together, does she?"
"No, I don’t think that’s it." Abel nudged Zac to flip over from her back to her stomach. She sat next to the brunette and began to apply the sun block to the backs of the long legs, already getting pink from the hot, early June sun. "They say because I won’t be back next summer that I should spend all my time here either with them, or with them and you."
Zac looked at her over her shoulder. "You won’t be back next summer?" Abel wanted to cry at the look in those blue eyes. She smiled softly, placing a hand on the side of Zac’s face.
"I graduate next spring, Zac. After that, I’m going to graduate school."
"But," The brunette sat up. "What about here? What about our time together? I mean, won’t I see you anymore?"
There was so much pain in Zac’s extremely expressive eyes, it broke Abel’s heart.
"Yes, you’ll see me again. I promise you that. No matter what I have to do, you will see me. Okay?" The brunette nodded, head hanging. "Come here." Zac went most willingly into the blonde’s arms. Abel held her friend to her, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head. "I’m not leaving you, Zac. I promise," she whispered.
"Abel?" Sherry Cohen called, shading her eyes from the sun as she scanned the shore for her daughter. She spotted her and began to walk toward them. She watched the interplay between her and Zac, curious. Then she was just plain stunned when she saw Abel give the taller girl a small kiss on the lips. It wasn’t much, just a friendly peck. But still.
Clearing her throat, she got the girls’ attention. Sherry put a smile on her face.
"Abel, honey, we’re going to need some more charcoal for the barbecue tonight. Care to run into town and grab some?" She looked from one to the other. "You can take Zac with you," she said brightly.
Abel looked to her friend, wondering what her reaction to that one would be. Zac looked back at her. Their eye met and a silent conversation passed between them.
With a nod, the blonde turned to look at her mother. "Okay. We’ll go."
*****
Abel kept a close eye on Zac as she drove down the road that led away from the cabin. The brunette was tense, sitting in her seat, seatbelt clasped across her chest, which she kept pulling it away. She was trying to get used to the feeling of such restraint.
Zac felt strange, very strange. But at the same time, it felt good to be with her Spinney, and do the things that the blonde did when away from the brunette. She looked around the blue Jetta, taking in all the gadgets, listening as Spinney explained what they all were and what they were used for. She nodded at the explanations, though she only understood some of them.
She did, however understand air conditioning. On the hot June day, she rather liked that gadget. The cool air blew out of the ‘vents,’ and hit Zac smack in the face. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feel, letting the air soothe her heated skin.
She shifted in the small seat, stretching long legs out as far as she could, which wasn’t far.
"I know it’s a little small for you." Abel grinned, glancing over at her friend from time to time. "You need to get an SUV."
"What’s that?" Zac asked, her finger taking up camp on the window up and down button. She liked the whirr of the window moving.
"Sport Utility Vehicle. They’re big, so giantess’ like yourself can fit better."
"Oh." Zac looked up, seeing the sun visor. Brows drawn in curiosity, she grabbed it and yanked. She was stunned when it flipped down to reveal a mirror. She studied herself, making faces. Abel grinned, trying to keep her eyes on the road instead of her adorable companion.
Abel pulled into town, which was tiny. It supported around 2,000 souls, and had one main street lined with ma and pa stores. She parked the Jetta in front of the itty bitty grocery/all-purpose store, and turned to Zac.
"Are you going to be okay?" The brunette was looking all around, her eyes huge as all manner of activity swarmed around them. Numbly she nodded. "If you get into trouble, just take my hand, okay?"
Finally, blue eyes met green and Zac nodded again.
"I won’t leave you, honey. I’m here." Abel squeezed Zac’s hand and smiled. She got a small, weak smile in return, and they got out of the car. Abel led the way into the store where she’d been every summer since she was five years old.
"Howdy, Abel. What can I do for ya? And who’s your friend?" Mr. Cartwright stepped out from behind the counter to greet one of his favorite summer shoppers.
"Hello, Mr. Cartwright. This is Zac, and we’re here to pick up some charcoal. You know how it is, big family barbecue." The blonde smiled charmingly at the older man.
"Nice to meet you, Zac." The balding man smiled, brown eyes twinkling. Zac looked like she had swallowed her tongue, and visibly relaxed when she felt Abel’s body heat against her arm.
"Just say hello," the blonde whispered.
"Hello," Zac said, her voice tight and rough.
"You know where everything is, girl. You go right on ahead." The shop keep smiled once more at the two, looking curiously at the taller one, then headed out to help his son unload the trailer of incoming stock.
Zac looked around, seeing the shelves filled with every type of necessary, and not so necessary, items. Her eyes bulged when she saw the shelves full of every type of syrup imaginable. She grabbed one such bottle.
"Blueberry syrup," she read out loud, turning the bottle over to see what else the label had to say.
"You want to try that?" was said quietly beside her. She nodded, turning to see an amused blonde looking at her. Abel took the bottle from Zac and placed it in her shopping basket.
Zac oohed and ahhed at every single thing she saw. She was particularly impressed with a little girl who had on some shoes with little lights that blinked with each step she took. The brunette followed her around the store until the girl’s mother gave her the look of death.
The brunette had managed to forget about her fear as she was so excited by everything. Abel watched her closely anyway. She didn’t want her to freak out or get scared.
"Okay. Ready to go?" the blonde asked, her basket filled with everything she wanted, including a few things for Zac.
"Yeah." With one last glance around the aisles, Zac followed her Spinney to the front where they got into a line. She was restless. Seeing a bunch of magazines lined up in racks, she grabbed one and began to flip through it. It wasn’t long before her attention was caught by something else. She watched as Spinney handed the guy a little plastic card. He ran it through a slot, then handed it back.
Dark brows knitted.
"What is that?" She leaned over the small blonde to watch the guy punch some buttons on the noisy machine in front of him.
"It’s a cash register," Abel whispered. "And this is my credit card." She wiggled the plastic card in front of Zac’s face. The brunette took it, studying it, and reading Spinney’s name written across it in raised letters and a whole bunch of numbers.
"Master Card," Zac read. "‘It’s everywhere you want to be.’" She grinned at her recollection of the commercial. Abel nodded with her smile.
"Yes, ma’am. It’s certainly helped me out." She signed the slip and took the two bags from the clerk. "Here you go, stud. Carry that." Zac took the bag and followed Spinney back outside to the car.
The drive back to the cabin was uneventful, and Abel was pleased.
*****
The days flew by, Abel trying her best to make both her parents and herself happy. She spent her days with them, sometimes with Zac, sometimes Zac stepped aside. But she always spent her nights with Zac. They often spent their time in her lean-to, away from the cabin and alone.
One such night in July found them lying by the banks of the lake staring up into the stars. Zac sighed happily as she wrapped her arms tighter around Spinney, who lay halfway on top of her. Their bond was getting stronger over the weeks. She could not just hear the hum when Spinney was around, but could feel a pulsing now. It was like the heartbeat of her feelings. And the kisses! They were frequent, and getting longer. Sometimes they’d spend an entire afternoon just exploring each others mouth. It was nice.
She wasn’t sure what to think other than two things: She wanted to continue and didn’t want Spinney to go back to school. The blonde had said much the same thing.
Blue eyes turned silver in the moonlight took in the blonde hair spread across her shoulders, the peaceful green eyes that stared out over the water, and the feel of a warm hand under her shirt, grazing over Zac’s stomach.
Every time the blonde touched her a small shiver would race down the taller girl’s spine. It didn’t matter what kind of touch it was. It could be the simplest little tap on the arm to get the brunette’s attention, or the deepest of kisses. She dreamed about the green-eyed nymph every night, even when Spinney was lying right next to her, which was just about every night.
She brought her hand up, running her fingers through the blonde hair, cool from the cooled air of late night.
"Spinney?" she asked, her voice hushed in the silence of a sleeping shore.
"Hmm?"
"What is sex like?"
Abel’s head lifted, surprise on her face. She stared down into those luminescent eyes, seeing curiosity reflected in them. "Well," the blonde said, resting her chin on her hands that rested on Zac’s chest. "It can be wonderful." Her voice was also quiet. "Especially if you really care about the person. Makes it better somehow."
"Why?"
"I don’t know. I guess because then there’s emotions behind it, too, you know? It’s not just physical pleasure then."
"Have you ever been in love?"
Abel thought for a moment, closing her eyes when she felt those magic fingers in her hair again. She shook her head. "No."
"Oh." Zac tilted her head to the side slightly, watching the smile that spread across Spinney’s lips. Her eyes were still closed. She loved Spinney. She knew that as sure as she knew she had a squirrel that followed her everywhere. "Spinney?"
"Hmm?"
"Can we go to bed and kiss for a while?" Abel opened her eyes and looked into the totally serious face of her Zac. She smiled, pulling herself up from atop her.
"Come on." Zac took her offered hand, and got to her feet. With the blonde leading the way, they headed through the dark toward the lean-to. Abel knew the woods now almost as well as Zac did. She could easily find her way in the dark, which was helpful since she had become such a night dweller over the summer.
Once inside the small shelter, Abel laid down on the sleeping bag that Zac now used and pulled the taller girl down next to her. Zac stretched out on her side, her lips immediately going to Spinney’s.
Abel brought her hand up to bury it in the long dark hair that formed a curtain around them. She heard the cute little whimper that always seemed to escape. She felt it head straight south. Zac had an affect on her that she could neither describe nor reconcile. Never had anyone, especially someone who had no idea what they were doing, touched her so deeply or profoundly. The brunette’s fingers and lips were like fire, and she craved the burn.
She grabbed Zac’s hand and placed it under her shirt, splaying the long fingers out over her skin. Zac sighed, moving her body a little closer to the blonde’s, instinct guiding her.
"Touch me, Zac. Don’t be shy," she whispered into the taller girl’s mouth. Zac did as she was told, and began to let her fingers move, feeling the soft texture of the tanned skin. When she felt the barrier of the underside of Spinney’s bra, she stopped. She gasped slightly when her hand was grabbed through the material of the blonde’s tank and placed directly on the lace-clad breast.
Abel broke from the kiss, her eyes closing as she absorbed the touch on her extremely sensitive breast. Her fingers dug slightly into Zac’s back, bringing their lips together again, searching for the brunette’s tongue with her own. She had never been so aroused; it was kind of scary.
Zac squeezed the softness beneath her hand, reveling in finally being able to feel the wonder of what had her attention for months. At that moment, she had no desire to be touched, just wanted to lose herself in Spinney’s warmth. She felt the hardness of Spinney’s nipple against her palm and was surprised. She knew the blonde was not cold, so she must be aroused.
Zac grinned like an idiot.
"What?" Abel asked, looking up into the face she could not see for the darkness, but knew was beautiful nonetheless.
"You’re aroused," Zac said, pride marking her words. She squeezed her hand once to show her evidence. Abel groaned softly, nodding. "Did I do that to you?"
"Yes." The blonde closed her eyes again, bringing her hand to Zac’s again, squeezing herself through the brunette’s fingers. She wanted so badly to feel those fingers on her nipple. She needed to be touched. "Yes," she moaned again, sensation racing from her breast to spill out into her underwear.
Zac felt a surge of arousal spread through her own body, and kissed her Spinney with an intensity that surprised them both. She felt herself being drawn even closer by the tightening arms around her neck. Body to body, her hand pinned between their bodies, Zac feasted on Spinney’s mouth, making them both moan and whimper into the passion.
Abel’s hands left Zac’s neck and hair and traveled down her back, over the heated skin that was nearly hot to the touch through her shirt. They felt the roundness of Zac’s butt, the fingers spreading out to cover as much as possible, then squeezed, making Zac squeak in surprise. Abel grinned against the mouth that was still on her own.
"You have a really nice ass," Abel said, squeezing for good measure.
"That’s a good thing, huh?" Zac raised herself up onto her elbows, looking down into the darkness that was her companion’s face.
"Very good thing. I’m rather fond of it. I like to look at it, touch it. Heck, I’d even kiss it." Abel grinned, knowing that Zac would not get the joke. To her horror, a very long, deep yawn escaped her lungs. She was exhausted. Spending all her nights up with Zac, getting around three hours of sleep, was catching up with her.
"Tired?" Zac asked, the slightest bit of disappointment in her voice.
"I’m sorry, baby," Abel said, stroking Zac’s cheek. "Can we got to sleep?" She heard and felt the brunette’s nod, and then the taller girl was laying beside her again, gathering the small blonde’s body against her own. Abel realized that Zac’s hand was still on her breast, and she also realized that she quite liked that.
*****
Sherry Cohen had been tossing something around in her mind for a couple weeks. She had seen and heard some things that she wasn’t entirely sure how to compute. First off had been the little tickle fest she’d heard over the phone. Then it had been the small kiss she had seen Abel and Zac share at the lake that day. Then just last week she had decided to go for an early morning swim by herself, and had seen the duo on the shore, her daughter lazing against the taller girl, whose arms were wrapped securely around the blonde.
She did not know what to make of it, but had some questions. Sherry had thought about talking to Adam about it, but decided against it. He would not understand, no matter what the situation actually was or wasn’t.
Today Zac had promised to spend some time with Becky alone, just the two of them. Adam was going to take the boys and Rachel into town, so what better time to talk to her daughter?
Abel helped her mother fold a load of laundry. She was quiet and moody as she snapped the wrinkles out of the pillow cases she was folding. Sherry watched her closely.
"Are you okay, honey?" she asked, tossing balled up socks to the small pile on the couch and grabbing a shirt.
"Yup." Abel placed the folded case on its mate and grabbed for the top sheet. "I don’t understand why you don’t make the rest of the brood do this kind of crap," she muttered.
"They do. You haven’t lived at home in a while."
Abel just grunted, again snapping the clean-smelling material.
"So have you and Zac enjoyed your time together?"
Before she could even register it, the goofy grin was on Abel’s face. "Yeah."
"You’re certainly attached at the hip, huh?" Sherry grabbed a pile of Adam’s t-shirts, ready to carry them to their bedroom. She indicated that Abel should grab the folded shorts and socks.
"She’s my best friend. Of course we’re going to spend time together." The blonde followed her mother up the stairs.
"I can’t remember the last time you stayed in the cabin at night. Is there really something to playing Jane to Zac’s Tarzan?"
"What?" Abel wondered just where this line of questioning was headed. She wasn’t so sure she liked it.
"Well, you stay out there with her in that little shack she’s got. What’s up with that?" Sherry took the socks from Abel’s hands, stuffing them in Adam’s sock drawer.
"We enjoy it. It’s hot outside, and this way we don’t have to use a fan. Besides, I figure I always drag her in there when I’m here, so it’s only fair that I try the other side, too. Right?"
"Sure. Sounds good to me." Sherry smiled, though it was only a temporary fix to her curiosity, and they both knew it.
*****
Abel looked out over the water that reflected the stormy sky.
"I think it’s going to rain soon," Zac said, her thumb running over the softness of the back of Spinney’s hand.
"Yeah. I think so." She glanced back toward the cabin, not able to see it, and thus they were out of view also. "Kiss me." She wrapped her arms up around Zac’s neck, sighing when she felt Zac lower her head. Their lips touched and the sigh turned to a soft moan as their bodies drew together.
Zac massaged Spinney’s scalp with gentle fingers, then started when she felt a raindrop land on her forehead. Breaking the kiss, she looked up into the sky and saw the clouds break loose, dropping it’s trapped moisture.
"We’re going to get wet." She grinned.
"Too late," Abel breathed, grabbing the brunette and bringing her down for another kiss, the rain forgotten.
Abel could feel her body start on fire, and even the rain couldn’t put it out. She broke the kiss and took Zac’s hand, leading her back to the lean-to.
They were soaked by time they got to the shelter, hair and clothing molded to the skin beneath. Once inside, Abel turned to Zac, seeing that her clothing was basically non-existent, showing off the gorgeous form beneath. She looked up into Zac’s face, seeing the dripping bangs hanging in her eyes, droplets falling from the tip of her nose.
She brushed the dark hair back.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," she whispered. Zac lowered her eyes, suddenly very shy and very nervous. There was something different about her Spinney tonight. Almost like there was an electric current flowing between them.
"Thank you." Zac’s chin was lifted and she met green eyes, then saw them close. She closed her own as she was drawn in for a slow, exploring kiss. The brunette was surprised when she felt fingers beginning to peel the sodden layers of clothing off her body. She lifted her arms, allowing her shirt to be taken off. Standing there in shorts and her bra, she watched those green eyes closely.
Abel was taking in the long, lean length of Zac’s body. So amazingly beautiful. She had no idea what she was going to do, but then it hit her. She wanted Zac. She wanted to show her just what she could offer her, and show through touch how she felt.
The blonde knew she was in deep shit. Her heart ceased with every look, with every touch and kiss. She had been honest with Zac when she said she had not been in love before. Not before now.
Bringing her fingers to the cool, wet skin of Zac’s sides, she ran her hands up and down the length, noting how Zac’s chest was heaving. She knew the girl was probably scared.
Looking up into wide blue eyes, Abel smiled. "It’s just me, Zac. Just your Spinney." She whispered, leaning up and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. "I won’t hurt you."
"I know," Zac breathed, her heart pounding in her ears. She closed her eyes as she felt those fingers working their way up her torso, fluttering around her breasts. Zac felt a painful tightening in her nipples and released a soft groan from it.
"You okay?" Abel asked, her breath tickling Zac’s skin. She saw the brunette nod, and turned her attention back to the skin of Zac’s shoulder. She scattered butterfly kisses there, loving the feel and smell of the tanned skin.
Zac was in heaven. Never had she felt so much like flying. Her body was not just humming, it was screaming. She was not sure what to do with her hands so kept them at her sides. Her stomach was a mixture of arousal and nerves. She just hoped the nerves wouldn’t win out.
"So beautiful." Abel reached around until she felt the clasps to Zac’s bra. Unsnapping them with rain-chilled fingers, finally they came loose, and the bra came off. Zac shivered as the cold, wet material slid from her body, landing on the dirt floor. Green eyes took in the sight before her. "Wow," she breathed, unsure if Zac was real or a statue come to life.
"Spinney?" Zac sighed, her head arching back as she felt the wet strands of the blonde hair brushing her heated skin.
"Yes," Abel said against Zac’s collarbone.
"Are we, are we going to . . ."
"I’m going to make love to you, Zac." Abel looked at the taller girl, watching for her reaction.
"Oh, god," Zac shuddered.
"Is that okay?" The blonde began to trail kisses across Zac’s upper chest again, nibbling on her throat. She smiled at the vigorous nod she received. "Good."
Abel knew there was no reason to deny it anymore. She was deeply in love with Zac, and needed her. She also knew that this may be their only chance, and she didn’t want to live with the regret of not showing the brunette just exactly how she felt.
Not entirely sure what to do, the blonde let pure instinct and desire take over. Never in her life had she been so ready. She looked at Zac’s breasts, pale in the growing darkness, the erect nipples standing in dark relief. She brought her hands up and ran gentle fingertips under the round underside, marveling at the feel.
"So soft," she whispered. Zac’s breathing was hitching from anticipation, so Abel decided to end the suspense. She fully covered the softness, eliciting a moan from her soon-to-be lover.
"Spinney, I, I need to sit down," Zac begged, feeling her knees beginning to weaken. The blonde followed her to the sleeping bag a few feet away. She helped Zac lie down, but remained standing. Looking down at the taller girl, she pulled her own shirt off, followed by sliding her shorts down her legs. She tossed the clothing aside, loving the way Zac’s eyes followed her every movement.
Clad in bra and underwear, Abel knelt and began to unbutton Zac’s cargo shorts, tugging them free of the long, muscular legs. Underwear followed next. Abel stared at that dark thatch of hair, suddenly very aware that there was no penis. It was a strange, almost surreal feeling for her, but one that she embraced. It was her Zac. That was all that mattered.
Now fully naked, Zac watched as Spinney got up on her knees, and reached behind her. The blonde’s bra fell into waiting hands, then was tossed away. Next came the pink underwear. The brunette stared in awe. Her little blonde was the most amazingly beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Far more beautiful than even the most glorious sunset over the trees.
She told Spinney such.
"You are so sweet," she whispered as she laid herself out next to Zac, who turned onto her side. Blue eyes pinned Abel to the spot, washing over the smooth skin. Zac could not tear her eyes off the full, exposed breasts. She wanted to touch them.
Abel sidled up next to Zac, pressing their bodies together, making them both moan. She kissed the taller girl, allowing her hand to roam over the expanse of skin, acclimating herself to the situation and gender. To her amazement, it did not bother her for a moment that Zac was sporting a pair of gorgeous breasts. She found it exciting.
As the kiss deepened, she pushed Zac to her back, slowly moving her own body to cover that of the taller girl. Abel loved the feel of her breasts pushed against Zac’s. It was the softest thing she had ever experienced. Her mouth left Zac’s and began to trail along the long, graceful neck and throat, tongue dipping into the hollow of the throat. Abel found an ear, and nibbled the lobe before whispering,
"I want you, Zac."
Zac sucked in a breath, her hands raising, fingers roaming over the strong back, running down the length of Spinney’s spine, finally feeling the rise of her firm, rounded butt.
Abel sucked in a breath when she felt nails lightly drag over the skin of her butt, making her press herself even closer into Zac. She groaned at the contact, her mouth making its way further down. She felt the rise of Zac’s breasts against her chin, and raised her head. Looking down at the softness, she decided to taste it.
Zac sighed loudly as her nipple was flicked by a wet tongue. Her hands flew up into Spinney’s hair, which clung to the brunette’s chest.
Realizing that Zac liked that, Abel did it again. But this time she sucked the entire nipple into the warm cavern of her mouth.
"Spinney!" Zac clutched almost painfully to the blonde’s hair, her chest arching from the intense pleasure that was coursing through her body. She felt the arousal gather between her legs, felt it slick the insides of her thighs.
This reaction pushed Abel on further, who brought her hand up to massage to other breast. She moaned into her task, finding it highly enjoyable. She knew how good it felt to be suckled, and wanted so badly to give Zac pleasure.
As she suckled, Abel’s free hand began to wonder. She moved her body off to the side, flipping her hair over one shoulder. She felt the hardness of Zac’s stomach, still damp from the rain, though no longer chilled. It was quite warm now. Feeling Zac’s belly button, she played with it, causing Zac to giggle and swat her hand away. Grinning against the breast in her mouth, she continued on her path.
Zac’s eyes closed once again when she felt the pulsing between her legs increase as Spinney’s hand got closer to the fire. She had no clue what she wanted the blonde to do, but just do something! She had every faith that Spinney would know just what to do.
Abel ran her palm over the course hair that met her touch. The heat that radiated from it was immense. A wet residue was left on her skin when she took her hand away. From the groan that escaped Zac’s throat, she knew this was the wrong thing to do.
Putting her hand back, narrow hips thrust up to meet her touch, seeking relief. Abel moved to the other breast with her mouth, her fingers beginning to play in the hair, finally slipping through the velvet-like folds. She was amazed at the copious wetness that met her fingers. Zac was ready for her and definitely wanted this.
Zac arched her head back as her body became overwhelmed with sensation. Her breasts were firing pulses down to between her legs, which were being engulfed in sensations of their own. She gasped when she felt a finger slip through the hair and glide against her sensitive skin.
Abel began to kiss and lick all around Zac’s breast and chest. She feasted on the skin, which was almost addictive to her. She could not get enough of it. She tried to split her concentration equally between what her mouth and fingers were doing. She could hear the wetness gathering as she ran her fingers through it, her fingers nearly completely coated now.
She raised her head and looked down to see one of Zac’s knees raised and bent, the other leg fully on the ground. Her hand had disappeared between those long legs. The blonde had touched herself before, so was no stranger to the way a woman’s body worked, but touching Zac like this was so profoundly precious to her. Something that no amount of masturbating could replicate.
She felt around until she found Zac’s pleasure point, the clit hard and extended. Zac’s hips nearly jumped off the sleeping bag when it was touched. Softening her touch, Abel began to concentrate on it, rubbing it in slow, measured circles.
Zac’s world was in an uproar. She had no idea what to do with herself or any body part. She felt like her entire being would explode at any moment, and her Spinney would keep her together.
Abel could hear Zac’s breathing increase, and her body moving of its own accord. She knew it would not be long.
"That’s right, baby. Come for me," she cooed, her mouth at Zac’s ear, then suckled on the lobe before kissing Zac.
The brunette yelled out, head snapping back as she felt overpowered by a fist of pleasure that clenched her body to a taut bow, ready to snap any moment. She felt tears sting behind her eyes as her body convulsed.
"Shhh," Abel whispered, hugging Zac’s head against her breast as the brunette was consumed by the intensity of her first orgasm. Zac snuggled in against the softness, feeling more safe and comfortable than she could ever remember.
"Was that the result of the over stimulation of the female sexual parts?" Zac asked, bright blue eyes looking into green. Abel smiled, amused.
"You’ve been reading your books again, haven’t you? That’s called an orgasm, Zac. And yes, it is from the over stimulation of the sexual parts."
"I liked it," Zac whispered, tracing the lines of Spinney’s face with her fingertips.
"I’m glad," Abel whispered back.
"I want to do the same to you, Spinney." Zac realized just how close she was to the blonde’s breasts, and readjusted herself in the smaller woman’s arms. Now face to face with the beautiful parts in question, she nuzzled her face against them, smiling at the softness.
Abel closed her eyes, her fingers running gently through the long, dark strands of Zac’s hair. She sighed in contentment as her body began to respond to what was being done to it. She laid back against the softness of the sleeping bag, taking Zac with her.
Now with a full canvas to create, Zac closed her eyes and let her fingers and mouth do the walking. She covered all of the blonde’s torso with kisses and touches, licking now and then to taste the salty skin. She wanted to get to those breasts, so worked her way to them.
She eagerly took a nipple into her mouth, remembering all that the blonde had done to her, and trying to invoke the same sensations. It seemed to be working as Spinney grasped the back of her head, pushing her harder into her breasts.
"Oh, Zac," she moaned, trying to keep her body still, but to no avail. Zac had the most amazing and disconcerting affect on her body. "Please touch me."
"I am touching you." Zac was confused, but then understanding dawned when her hand was placed between the blonde’s legs. "Oh." She could feel the heat there, and was relieved to feel how wet Spinney was. It wasn’t just her!
She ran her fingers through the wetness, feeling it gather and make her skin soft. Her fingers were guided down the blonde’s sex, and to Zac’s astonishment, disappeared inside. They were suddenly surrounded by softness and fiery heat and wetness. Abel moaned, her hips thrusting up to meet the penetration. Once she had started Zac on a good rhythm, she let go, her hands burying themselves in the dark hair again as Zac continued to suckle her breast.
Zac felt how easily her fingers glided in and out of Abel’s body, realizing that this is where the penis would go were she to have one. This gave a whole new meaning to what she was doing.
Abel was caught up in a world of pleasure like she’d never known. She could feel those long fingers gliding in and out of her, and could feel her body tensing as it got ready for release. She opened her eyes to stare into the beautiful face of her lover, feeling nothing but love and comfort.
The blonde’s body was suddenly being overtaken by her pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her head thrust back, releasing a throaty yell from the depths of her soul.
Her body was convulsing when she felt herself being gathered up into strong, able arms. Small kisses were littered across her face and head. She clutched onto Zac, needing to feel her warmth surround her.
Zac was overwhelmed and overcome. She buried her face into the blonde hair.
"I love you, Abel," she said, feeling those words from her very being.
Abel pulled herself slightly away from Zac, looking up into the beautiful face that reflected nothing but love. She was surprised to hear her birth name, seeming to sound foreign from those lips.
"I love you, too, Zac," she whispered, kissing the brunette softly.
Continued...