The Wild, Part Twelve

“Wake up, sleepy head.”

Michelle opened her eyes, looking around the cabin. For a moment, she was disoriented, didn’t know where she was. Then she remembered running into Helena in the woods and following her back here. Yawning, she saw the owner of the cabin holding out a Sat phone.

“Call your parents and let them know where we are meeting them,” Helena said.

“Meeting them?” Michelle parroted, frowning, “they are coming here.”

Smiling at her, Helena said, “I’ve been thinking. Not even the best SUV is going to get back here. We are going to have to take the horses to the old watchtower. There is a somewhat passable road out of the woods from there.”

“Somewhat passable?” Michelle asked.

“Tell them to get an SUV,” Helena said, then thought better of it, “preferably one with a winch. With the rain we just had, I’m sure that road is going to be a muddy mess.”

“Okay,” Michelle said, sitting up.

Her movement disturbed Samantha, who opened her eyes. Looking from the phone to Michelle, she asked, “What’s up?”

Taking the phone, Michelle said, “I need to call my parents and tell them not to meet us here.”

“Why not?” Samantha asked, yawning.

“Helena doesn’t think they can make it, even with an SUV,” Michelle said.

Frowning, Samantha asked, “Then where are they meeting us?”

“There’s an old watchtower,” Helena said, pointing east, “about fifty miles that way.”

“Fifty miles?” Michelle said, raising her eyebrows.

Laughing, Helena said, “Not a lot of roads in this part of the woods.”

“How long will it take to get there?”

“If we get an early start, we’ll make it before dark fall,” Helena said, pointing at the phone, “call your parents.”

“Okay,” Michelle said, dialed her dad’s cell phone number.

It rang once, then her mother came on the line, sounding like she was crying, “Michelle, baby. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Mom,” Michelle said.

“We are at the airport, waiting on our flight into Winnipeg to board,” her mother said.

“Um, Helena doesn’t think you can reach this place in a car. There’s an old watchtower we can meet you at. She says the road is probably going to be a mess after the rain we had. You’ll need to rent an SUV, preferably one with a winch.”

“A winch?” her mother parroted, then after a second, “your dad Googled your location. You really are in the middle of nowhere.”

Laughing, Michelle said, “Yeah, I know.”

“Does this watchtower have an address?”

“Um,” Michelle said, then held the phone away from her mouth to say to Helena, “Mom’s asking where the tower is.”

“Let me see the phone,” Helena said, holding out her hand, “this is Helena. Do you have a piece of paper?”

Michelle listened as Helena gave her mother directions to the watchtower. She got the feeling the last couple of roads she listed off probably weren’t even on a map. She just hoped her parents didn’t get lost.

Helena handed the phone back to Michelle. Putting it to her ear, Michelle asked, “Did you get that?”

“Um… yeah,” her mother said, then laughed nervously, “maybe… ‘Look for dirt road at kilometer marker 132’?”

Grinning, Michelle said, “Don’t get lost.”

“Sounds like that’s going to be easier said than done.”

Changing the subject, Michelle said, “Have you heard from Samantha’s parents?”

“They are having problems getting their passports… Samantha’s too. We offered to stay with Samantha until they could either overnight the passport to us or come get her themselves,” her mother said, then added, “we might end up having to stay a few nights in Canada.”

“As long as there is a shower and a bed, I’m okay with that,” Michelle said.

“I can’t even imagine what you’ve been through,” her mother said, sounding like she was about to cry, again.

“Really, Mom. I’m okay. It wasn’t all that bad,” Michelle said.

“Not all that bad?” Her mother said, in disbelief. Away from the phone, her mother said, “God, she’s your daughter, alright. You talk to her.”

Laughing, her father came on the line, said, “It’s been an adventure, huh?”

“You could say that,” Michelle said, smiling.

“Well, you can tell us all about it when we get there,” he said.

“Helena said it is about a days ride from here to the tower,” Michelle said.

“Um, let me figure out when we land and how long it’ll take us to drive out to the tower,” he said, then paused, “I wouldn’t leave there today. It’ll be tomorrow at the earliest.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Listen, we have to go. They are boarding our plane,” he said.

“Okay,” she said, then added, “I love you… Mom, too.”

“We love you too. See you as soon as we can,” he said, then ended the call.

Michelle started to give Helena the phone, but the woman inclined her head at Samantha, said, “You better call your parents, too. Let them know what’s going on.”

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“You are going to have to come here, if you want it.”

Blue looked at the slice of cooked meat in Helena’s hand wearily, then up at the woman. She sniffed the air and licked her chops, but didn’t move from her spot about six feet away from where Helena sat in a rocking chair.

“Suit yourself,” Helena said, popping the slice of bacon into her mouth. She picked up her novel and pretended to start reading, again.

Blue’s eyes cut to the plate next to Helena with more of the cured meat, and she made a mewling sound in the back of her throat. The wolf got to her feet, moved a couple of feet closer, then changed her mind and sat down, again. Her eyes went back to the bacon.

Sitting on the porch step, Michelle watched this exchange with amusement. She wondered how long it would take for Blue’s stomach to get the better of her instinctual distrust in humans. Blue had decided Michelle and Samantha were okay, but the wolf was still trying to make up her mind about Helena.

“She’s okay, Blue,” Michelle said, getting the wolf’s attention, “you can trust her.”

Blue looked at her for a long moment, then turned back to Helena. When the old woman put her bookmark in her novel, then picked up another strip of meat and held it out, Blue got to her feet and walked slowly over to where she sat. The wolf’s body was tense but her posture not aggressive, like she was ready to run away, not attack.

She sniffed the offered treat, then carefully took it from Helena. Once it was between her teeth, the bacon didn’t stand a chance. It was gone in an instant.

“Is it good, Blue?” Michelle asked, laughing.

Blue glanced back at her, her tongue lulled out. Michelle took that as ‘yes, it is delicious, Michelle’.

Remembering that she was still in swatting range, Blue looked back at Helena nervously. When the woman held out her hand, Blue took a step back wearily. She looked at Helena’s outstretched hand, sniffing the air. Mewling in her throat, again, Blue glanced back at Michelle.

“I think she wants to be your friend,” Michelle said, smiling at the wolf.

Turning back around, Blue fixed Helena with her beautiful eyes for a moment. Seeming to make up her mind, Blue stepped forward and nuzzled Helena’s offered hand. Very carefully, Helena petted the wolf. Blue relaxed, the tension leaving her body as Helena’s good intentions were confirmed. She grinned happily as the woman scratched behind her ears.

“You two have a connection,” Helena said, feeding Blue another sliver of bacon.

“Yeah,” Michelle agreed, smiling at Blue, “she adopted Samantha and me.”

“She trusts you,” Helena said, meeting Michelle’s eyes, “it’s rare for an adult wolf to form an attachment to a human. Raised from a cub, sure, but an adult… If I didn’t know better, I’d say you two had known each other for years, not weeks.”

“I don’t know why she chose us, but I’m glad she did,” Michelle said.

“Did you know it is rare for a wolf to have a black pelt?” Helena asked, petting Blue, “it is even rarer that an adult wolf has blue eyes. As a baby, wolves have blue eyes, but they usually change to a yellow/brown color as they mature.”

“I’m pretty sure Blue is one of a kind,” Michelle said, laughing.

“Oh, I have no doubt she is special,” Helena said, smiling, “and clever, too.”

“We thought about changing her name to Yogi,” Michelle said, making Helena laugh.

“She is smarter than the average bear?” Helena guessed.

“Definitely,” Michelle said.

Changing the subject, Helena said, “Speaking of the average bear… That skin on your backpack… That from the bear you killed?”

“Yeah,” Michelle said.

Helena looked at her a long moment, then asked, “How does a girl your age know how to skin a bear and tan its hide?”

“My dad is a survival instructor,” Michelle said, shrugging, “he’s taught me a thing or two.”

“Ah,” Helena said, nodding, “then it makes more sense that you are alive.”

“Makes more sense we are alive?” Michelle asked, laughing.

“These woods have claimed more than a few people,” Helena said, meeting Michelle’s eyes, “the ground you’ve covered and what you’ve survived… Not a lot of people would have fared as well. You and your girlfriend should be proud.”

A little embarrassed, Michelle said, “Thanks.”

“How long have the two of you been together?” Helena asked.

“Samantha and me?” Michelle asked, then went on when Helena nodded, “since the crash… A little under three weeks?”

“Really?” Helena asked, surprised, “I’d have guessed a lot longer.”

“Why do you say that?” Michelle asked.

“You see a couple that’s been together a while, they are comfortable around each other,” Helena said, smiling at Michelle, “you two seem pretty comfortable.”

“I love her,” Michelle said.

While she meant it with all of her heart, it still felt weird admitting it out loud to a stranger. It had nothing to do with Helena, but that she wasn’t used to expressing her feelings about her sexual orientation. Her parents knew or strongly suspected that she was gay, but they didn’t talk about it. It wasn’t that Michelle thought they wouldn’t approve, just that the conversation hasn’t come up, yet.

It’s going to have to come up pretty soon, Michelle thought, her eyes going to the cabin door. She couldn’t see Samantha inside talking to her parents, but the girl was going to be the catalyst for that conversation.

“Oh, I know,” Helena said, her smile widening, “a blind man could see that you two have it bad for each other.

Her heart started beating faster thinking about being in the car with Samantha and her parents, then probably at the hotel for a couple of days. If Helena- a relative stranger- could tell that she and Samantha were in love, then surely her parents would be able to, as well. She had a feeling that conversation was going to happen before they made it back to the States.

Even if Mom and Dad don’t notice, I might as well get it over with, Michelle thought, making up her mind to have The Talk with her parents. The thought made her smile because it was the reverse of how it usually went. Usually, the parent had the talk with the kid, not the other way around. Michelle got a mental image of her parents sitting on the edge of the bed, listening as she explained, Sometimes, when a girl likes another girl…

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“You really don’t have to help with the chores. You are guests.”

Smiling at Helena, Michelle said, “Uninvited guests. Samantha and I just wanted to… I don’t know… show we appreciate you putting up with us.”

Waving her hand dismissively, Helena said, “You two have been a welcomed distraction from writing.”

“Writing?” Samantha asked.

“I’m an author,” Helena said, nodding at a bookcase half full of hardback novels on one wall, “I come up here to write.”

“Oh,” Michelle said, sheepishly. She had assumed Helena was just a crazy old lady who lived in the woods.

“What? Did you think I was a crazy old lady living in the woods?” Helena asked, laughing. Sobering up some, she said, “That’s probably not too far from the truth. Since Allen died, I’ve been spending a lot more time up here.”

“Your husband?” Michelle guessed.

“For almost twenty-five years,” Helena said, sighing heavily, “here… I can still feel him here. There are so many happy memories here to keep him alive.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Samantha said.

“Ah, it’s been almost seven years,” Helena said, getting up and going to the fireplace. She came back with a framed photograph and handed it to Michelle.

Smiling at the young couple in their wedding trappings, Michelle asked, “How old were you when you got married?”

“Twenty,” Helena said, with a little laugh, “just don’t ask how old I am now.”

“He was very handsome,” Samantha said, smiling.

“Yeah, he cleaned up okay,” Helena said, taking the photograph back to the fireplace, “although most times he was a mess.”

The love that Helena and Allen had shared was as clear as day and as warm as the noon sun in July. Even with the comment about her husband being a mess most days was delivered with affection that hadn’t been dulled by Allen’s death or by the passing of time. It still shined as brightly as it had in their wedding day photograph.

Michelle glanced at Samantha and wondered if the love she had the girl was as strong as Helena’s and Allen’s had been. The girl must have sensed Michelle looking at her, because she looked up and met Michelle’s eyes. Taking Michelle’s hand, Samantha smiled warmly at her. That smile said the girl was thinking about the future they might have together, too.

“Say cheese,” Helena said, then there was a flash of light.

Blinking in surprise, Michelle glanced at the woman and saw the digital camera in her hands. Distracted by Samantha’s smile, Michelle hadn’t even seen the woman pick it up. Laughing, she said, “A little warning would have been nice.”

“I didn’t want to ruin the moment,” Helena said, smiling as she showed Michelle and Samantha the photo, “you two smile at each other the way I used to smile at Allen. Such a cute couple.”

“Um, thanks,” Michelle said, a little embarrassed.

“Can I get one more?” Helena asked, holding up the camera.

“Sure,” Michelle said, smiling as she put her arm around Samantha. She laughed when the girl kissed her cheek right before the flash went off, again.

“Perfect,” Helena said, smiling at them. She tucked the camera away in a drawer on her desk, then turned back to the girls. Giving them a weighing look, she asked, “Do you really want to help?”

“Yeah,” Michelle said.

“The storm we just had did a number on the fence around the little pasture I put the cows out in,” Helena said, motioning toward the barn, “they are okay in the barn, for now, but I could use a hand mending the fences.”

“We’ll help,” Samantha said.

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“It’s true what they say- many hands make light work. You two are a lifesaver.”

Rolling her tired shoulders, Michelle looked at the stretch of fence they had just finished mending. It was her first time repairing one, but she thought they had done a good job. The cows definitely seemed happy to be outside and munching on the grass instead of cooped up in the barn.

It had been about five hours of work with the three of them, but she doubted Helena could have done it solo. She figured at least four hands were needed at any given time to set the posts back in the ground and re-run the barbed wire.

“That was a lot of work for the three of us,” Samantha said, echoing Michelle’s thoughts, “I don’t think you could have done it by yourself.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t even have tried,” Helena said, taking off her gloves, “I’d have had to hire someone in town to fix it, and they would have charged me an arm and a leg.”

“Ah,” Michelle said, laughing, “I guess we both got lucky we ran into your cow.”

“Indeed lucky,” Helena said, smiling at her, “Especially you. There is nothing but more trees the way you two were headed.”

“Our GPS showed a town south of here,” Michelle said.

“Oh, there is… but it would have taken you another week to get to,” Helena said.

“It looked pretty close on the GPS,” Michelle said, dubiously.

“About another twenty kilometers south, you’d have run into a very deep ravine with sides too steep to traverse. Goes east and west for kilometers, with very few places to cross,” Helena said, shaking her head, “I’m not surprised it didn’t show up on your GPS, though.”

“How do you know it’s there?” Samantha asked.

“I have to cross it every time I go into town,” Helena said, smiling at her, “Luckily, I know where one of the few bridges across it is located.”

“Oh,” Samantha said, then her eyes got wide, “you really did get lucky, then.”

Her smile widening, Helena said, “Yeah. You and Michelle saved me a four day horseback ride into town and another four back… and who knows how much the laborer would have charged me to mend the fence.”

Grinning, Michelle asked, “We’ve earned our keep, then?”

“I told you didn’t need to help me,” Helena said.

“We know… We wanted to,” Samantha said.

“Well, I appreciate it and so does my purse,” Helena said, stuffing her gloves in the back pocket of her jeans, “let’s get back. We all need to clean up before supper. The sun’s nice and hot today, so we should be able to use the solar shower.”

“Solar shower?” Samantha asked, frowning, “you mean like a camp shower?”

“No,” Helena said, smiling at her, “it’s a solar-powered water heater.”

“My dad made one out of a wooden box, an old garden hose, a pane of glass, and some black paint,” Michelle said.

Laughing, Samantha asked, “How does that work?”

“Very well, actually. We use it to heat our pool,” Michelle said.

“That’s right,” Samantha said, putting her arm around Michelle’s waist, “you have a pool.”

Stealing a kiss, she said, “You are going to need a new bikini.”

“Yeah,” Samantha said, blushing when she saw Helena giving them a curious look, “um, long story.”

“Ah,” Helena said, laughing.

“So, solar shower,” Samantha said, changing the subject.

“Allen made a solar water heater similar to the one Michelle’s father did. On a hot day, you have to add some cold water to the mix, or it will burn you,” Helena said.

“Really?” Samantha said, dubiously.

“Dad’s gets really hot, like a hundred and forty degrees,” Michelle said, then with a little laugh, “of course, it gets a lot hotter back home. It’s what, seventy-five degrees?”

“About that. Still, Allen made a double coil of hose, so it is exposed to the sun longer. The water still gets over fifty degrees… Um, that’s Celsius. I think that’s one-twenty-ish in Fahrenheit,” Helena said.

“That’s crazy,” Samantha said, sounding impressed, “this I have to see.”

“Right,” Helena said, heading back to the cabin.

Instead of going inside, she led the girls around back to a secondary structure a dozen yards or so from the main building. It could be a small shed, but Michelle figured Allen had built a shower stall for his improvised plumbing. It was about eight feet by six, with an a-framed roof running north to south on the long side. One of the sloping sides of the roof was dominated by the solar water heater, a wooden framed box with a glass front. Inside were two spirals of black hose against a black background. Michelle could see the input hose coming from the house and the other end disappearing into the building.

“That’s the water heater?” Samantha asked.

Helena laughed and opened the door to the shower shed. Michelle followed her inside and saw that Allen had gone all out. There was a sink and a tiled floor, paneled walls and a glass shower stall. It reminded Michelle of her bathroom back home.

Going to the sink, Helena turned the tap with the red H on and stepped aside. Samantha glanced at the water coming out of the faucet, then shrugged and stepped forward and ran her hand under the water. Gasping, she jerked it back in a hurry.

“That’s really hot,” she said, laughing sheepishly, “but how long does it stay that hot? Until the water that’s been sitting in the sun is used up?”

“It stays that warm- assuming the sun stays out,” Helena said.

“Really?” Samantha asked.

“Really. There will be plenty of hot water for everyone to grab a shower,” Helena said.

“That’s good,” Michelle said, with a little laugh, “we haven’t had much chance to clean up since we left the cabin.”

“What about the cave?” Samantha asked, smiling at her.

That smile brought back lovely memories of mud and pouring rain, and their passion in both. A flush of heat spread over her body just thinking about it. Smiling back at the girl, she said, “Yeah, but we got just as dirty as we did clean.”

Michelle blushed when Helena gave her a curious look, and the woman just shook her head and laughed, said, “Ah, what it is to be young.”

Embarrassed, Michelle shrugged and said, “Hormones, you know?”

“Well, there are towels in that cabinet… Soap in the shower,” Helena said, turning to leave, “The red lever is the hot water, blue is the cold.”

Michelle’s face was still hot as she watched the old woman leave the outside bath. She thought the woman was getting to know too much about her sex life. Helena had to know what was about to happen in the shower.

Samantha gave her a sheepish grin, said, “That was embarrassing.”

“Yeah,” Michelle said, with a little laugh, “first the barn, now this.”

Smiling, Samantha moved against her, asked, “You are expecting a repeat of last night, then?”

“Hoping, anyway,” Michelle said, kissing her.

“Mm,” Samantha said, putting her arms around Michelle’s neck and glancing at the shower, “are you sure you want to do it in the shower? You already owe me a tub.”

Laughing, Michelle said, “A shower would probably be easier to rig.”

“Do you think your dad would notice the pool heater is missing?” Samantha asked, playfully.

“I can make us one of our own,” Michelle said, kissing her, “assuming it’s worth the trouble.”

“Right,” Samantha said, stepping back and hooking her hand in the hem of Michelle’s shirt, “let’s get out of these clothes and find out.”

Michelle put her arms up and let Samantha remove her shirt. She reached back to unhook her bra as Samantha unbuttoned her jeans. Stepping out of her shoes, Michelle helped Samantha wriggle the pants off her hips and down. Naked, she turned her attention to Samantha’s clothes. The girl’s shirt and jeans joined Michelle’s in a pile on the floor.

Stealing a quick kiss, Michelle opened the shower stall and turned the red handled valve all the way open. The water began to flow from the showerhead, and Michelle winced when she ran her hand under it. She turned the cold water tap until the water temperature was a bit more comfortable.

“Let it run for a minute,” Samantha said, wrapping her arms around Michelle from behind, “I want to see if it really stays hot.”

Turning in Samantha’s arms, she smiled at the girl, asked, “What are we going to do while we wait?”

“I’m sure we can keep ourselves entertained,” Samantha said, kissing her. It was a deep, lingering kiss that made Michelle forget about the tick of the clock. In fact, she forgot about the shower all together as Samantha’s hands roamed over her back. It wasn’t until the girl pulled back that she noticed the hiss of the water, again.

Running her hand under the water, Samantha grinned at her, said, “Still warm. We don’t need to hurry.”

Her heart beating faster at what that statement implied, Michelle stepped into the spray of water and pulled Samantha with her. She sighed as the hot needles of water found her tired muscles. The tension melted out of her body, carried away on the water swirling down the shower drain. As Samantha moved against her, Michelle thought she was more than ready for the girl’s touch, her kisses. A hard days labor couldn’t keep her from responding to Samantha’s body pressed against her own.

“God, the water feels so good,” Samantha said, sighing.

“Yeah,” Michelle said, kissing her.

Her eyes flashing, Samantha asked, “Can you really build us one of these?”

“I’ll figure it out,” Michelle said, her hands roaming over Samantha’s back.

“Mm… Good,” Samantha said, kissing her tenderly, “I’ll still love you if you don’t but if you do…”

Smiling, Michelle guessed, “You’ll love me in the shower?”

“Just thinking about you all wet and soapy…” Samantha said, her eyes flashing, “what’s not to love?”

Her own heart skipping a beat at the visual Samantha’s words planted in her brain, Michelle kissed the girl one more time, then reached for the bar of soap Helena had mentioned. To Michelle, it looked homemade and, considering what they knew about Helena, it probably was. Bringing it to her nose, Michelle inhaled the scent of lilac. She wondered how Helena had made it.

Smiling, she worked the bar between her hands, bringing it to a lather. She gave the bar to Samantha and ran her hands over her girlfriend’s lovely body. The soap made everything slippery and sexy, and she didn’t want to stop exploring Samantha. The girl didn’t seem to mind, her soft sighs and moans mingling with the hiss of the shower. Then Samantha’s hands were on Michelle, just as eager in their exploration. Hygiene gave way to foreplay, their sense of touch excited by the feel of smooth skin under their fingertips.

The air in the shower stall was redolent with the scent of lilac by the time Samantha’s hand slipped between Michelle’s thighs to tease her bud. The lovely pressure of her swirling fingers brought a moan to Michelle’s lips, then another. Her own soapy hand found Samantha’s girlhood, her caress making Samantha’s hips push against her eagerly. Their young bodies responded to the intimacy of their touch, the desire that had built up as they soaped each other spilling over. The sounds of their excitement soon filled the shower stall.

Samantha’s hand moved lower, and her fingers eased into Michelle. Slick with soap, they slipped deep easily, finding the magic spot inside. Her fingertips teased that very sensitive spot, drawing a gasp from Michelle. The gasp quickly became a thick moan of enjoyment, as pleasure surged through her young body. It felt so good, she forgot what she was doing, her own hand stopped moving between Samantha’s thighs.

With one more kiss, Samantha sank to her knees in front of Michelle. She splashed some water on Michelle’s girlhood to remove the soap, then her lips found Michelle’s bud. The flick of her tongue made Michelle’s knees a little weak, and she had to put a hand on the shower stall to steady herself.

The hot water on her back, the fingers inside of her, and the tantalizing caress of Samantha’s tongue was maddening. Too many wonderful things were happening to her for her body to take it all in separately. The sensations blurred together, many pleasures becoming one.

Her body writhed under the attention of Samantha’s fingers and mouth. She needed the shower stall wall more and more as Samantha continued this sweet torture. Her free hand was on the back of Samantha’s head, encouraging her not to stop.

Michelle wasn’t surprised when an orgasm came on fast. The things Samantha was doing to her felt too good for her to last long. The pleasure finally overwhelmed her, and she cried out as the climax exploded through her. It shook her and left her trembling in its wake. Gasping for air, she leaned heavily on the shower stall for support.

Samantha got to her feet and leaned into Michelle for a kiss. Michelle pulled her even closer, their lips not parting for a good while.

Eventually, Michelle turned them until Samantha was under the spray of the shower. Michelle molded to the girl’s back, kissed her shoulder as the water sluiced the soap from Samantha’s body. Her hands slid up Samantha’s stomach to cup her breasts, to tease their straining nipples. Samantha moaned thickly, her hands coming up to cover Michelle’s. Smiling, Michelle didn’t let up until Samantha was ready for something else.

Michelle stepped slightly to one side and Samantha craned her neck so they could kiss. More than once, Samantha moaned into the kiss, Michelle’s hands on her breasts a sweet distraction.

Only when Samantha dropped her hands, did Michelle let one of her hands slide back down her stomach and between her thighs. Her fingers didn’t need to be soapy to slip deep into Samantha. The girl was more than ready for them, her core slick with her excitement. The girl made an inarticulate sound of enjoyment as Michelle’s fingers found that spongy spot inside of her. The tease of Michelle’s fingers against that magic button had Samantha’s body going crazy.

“God, that feels good,” Samantha moaned, her hips pushing her girlhood against Michelle’s hand eagerly.

Michelle’s free hand roamed over Samantha’s lovely body, thrilling to the planes and curves of her girlfriend’s body. While she was sure Samantha was turned on by her touch, Michelle’s motivations were purely selfish. She couldn’t get enough of the girl, hasn’t been able to keep her hands off of her ever since that first time in the cave at the lake. Familiarity hadn’t dampened her desire to explore Samantha, either. If anything, it made her want to touch the girl more. She knew how soft and smooth Samantha was and her fingertips craved the warmth of her skin. The water running over Samantha’s breasts and down her taut stomach made her even more touchable, more irresistible.

As greedy as her hands were, Michelle’s eyes were even more insatiable. From her position behind and slightly to one side, Michelle was able to look down and drink the girl in. Samantha was sexy as hell all wet and glistening, her body writhing in pleasure.

Michelle smiled, thinking, I’m definitely going to build one of these for us.

The pitch of Samantha’s cries changed as Michelle’s fingers started to do her in. Her cries filled the shower stall as her hips began to lose their grace. Michelle kept her fingers moving inside of Samantha, teased that sensitive spot right up until she felt the girl stiffen. She could feel the girl’s climax around her fingers, the fluttering of her vaginal muscles.

Michelle eased her fingers out of Samantha. On wobbly legs, Samantha turned and embraced her. Michelle held the girl as she basked in the lovely sensations washing through her young body, let her drift down slowly from her orgasm. When the girl pulled back a little, Michelle kissed her tenderly.

Smiling, Samantha said, “We definitely need one of these.”

“Yeah,” Michelle agreed, laughing.

“I can’t believe the water is still warm,” Samantha said.

“How long do you think we’ve been in here?” Michelle asked.

“Too long,” Samantha said, kissing her, “Helena is probably wondering what’s keeping us.”

With an embarrassed laugh, Michelle said, “I’m sure she knows.”

“We should probably get out, anyway,” Samantha said, easing out of Michelle’s arms.

“Right,” Michelle said.

Turning off the water, they found some towels. Dried off, they slipped back into their clothes. Putting dirty clothes back on after a shower made it seem like they had wasted their time, but at least they had cleaned the mud and sweat off their skin. Their clothes on the other hand…

“We might have to borrow Helena’s nightgowns, again,” Samantha said, looking down at herself.

“Mending fences is dirty work,” Michelle agreed.

“I’m glad we could help Helena, though,” Samantha said.

“Me too,” Michelle said, kissing her, “let’s get out of here so she can grab a shower, too.”

They found Helena sitting on the porch, a yellow legal pad opened on her knee. Blue was stretched out at her feet, sleeping. Michelle had to smile at how quick Blue had taken to the woman. All it had taken was a few strips of bacon, and a scratch behind the ears and Blue was smitten.

Helena was busy writing and didn’t look up until one of the steps creaked under Michelle’s weight. She smiled when she saw Samantha and Michelle with their arms around each other’s waist.

“Writing?” Samantha asked.

“Sort of,” Helena said, setting the pencil aside, “kicking around an idea for a new story.”

“What’s it about?”

“Two girls lost in the woods who fall in love,” Helena said.

“Ah,” Michelle said, laughing, “us, then.”

“I won’t lie,” Helena said, her smile widening, “you two have inspired the romantic in me.”

“I’d say you are already pretty ‘romantic’,” Michelle said, thinking about the dozens of hardback novels on the bookshelf in the cabin that had Helena’s name on the spine. She had pulled one off the shelf to look at the cover, and she had had to smile. It looked like a book her mother- a romance novel junkie- would read, with the fiery redhead in the arms of a shirtless fellow in front of a rustic cabin. If the cover had been any indication of the story contents, the tale would undoubtedly raise the heart rate of the reader.

Laughing, Helena said, “I take it you looked at my bookshelf.”

“Yeah,” Michelle said.

“It probably won’t be as… um, graphic as my other novels,” Helena said, then couldn’t resist, “although considering how you two get on…”

“Damn hormones,” Michelle said, making Helena laugh.

Continue to Part Thirteen

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