The Wild, Part Five

Michelle opened her eyes in the early morning gloom, smiling when she felt Samantha snuggle closer, the arm across Michelle’s midsection tightening. She shivered when Samantha kissed her neck, just behind her ear.

“Morning,” Samantha said, kissing Michelle’s shoulder.

Sighing, Michelle said, “Good morning. Have you been up long?”

“Just a minute,” Samantha said, squeezing Michelle a little tighter, “how are you feeling this morning? Sore?”

Michelle rolled in Samantha’s arms, so she was facing the girl. Smiling, she kissed the girl and said, “A little.”

“I tried to be gentle,” Samantha said.

“You were,” Michelle said, kissing her tenderly, “I think it was the second time that got me. Or maybe the third.”

“I guess we overdid it, huh?” Samantha said, laughing.

“A little,” Michelle said, smiling at her, “it’s okay though.”

“We could stay here another night,” Samantha said, moving against Michelle, “if you need to… recuperate some more.”

Michelle laughed and gave her a knowing smile, said, “Somehow I think your ‘recuperation’ will only make it worse.”

“You are probably right,” Samantha said, her hands roaming down Michelle’s back to grab her buttocks.

“You better stop that,” Michelle said, laughing.

“Why? It’s not fully light out, yet,” Samantha said, playfully, “we’ve got time.”

Michelle couldn’t argue with that logic, nor the look in Samantha’s eyes. The girl wanted to fool around, and Michelle wasn’t about to tell her no. Michelle kissed her deeply, said, “Alright. You talked me into it.”

“I didn’t need to twist your arm very hard,” Samantha said, laughing.

“You never will,” Michelle said.

Samantha inhaled sharply, then favored Michelle with an affectionate smile, “There you go again, saying those things that make my heart all stupid.”

“I told you to get used to it,” Michelle said, returning the smile with one of her own.

The next kiss had some heat behind it as passion welled up between them. It lingered, deepened until they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They hadn’t bothered with getting dressed last night, so there was nothing in the way, now. Michelle’s hands found Samantha’s lovely body irresistible, couldn’t get enough of her. Samantha seemed to have the same problem, her hands roaming over Michelle.

Samantha broke the kiss long enough to meet Michelle’s eyes and say, “I’ll be careful.”

“I know,” Michelle said, kissing her.

Samantha’s hand slipped down Michelle’s stomach and between her thighs. Staying away from Michelle’s still tender vagina, Samantha’s fingers found her bud, instead. The swirling pressure of her fingertips, the gentle friction felt amazing, made Michelle moan into Samantha’s kiss. Her hips moved against Samantha’s hand eagerly, craving more of her touch.

Lying on their sides, facing each other, Michelle was able to slide her own hand between Samantha’s thighs. Samantha broke the kiss, and their eyes met as she moaned thickly. Their gaze never wavered, and they shared in each other’s pleasure. Michelle found it incredibly erotic, watching her girlfriend’s face pinch in enjoyment. It was very intimate and personal. Staring into Samantha’s eyes, she wondered if the girl felt the same connection.

Samantha urged Michelle to her back, moving atop her. The swirling caress of her fingers never stopped and, in this new position, Samantha’s other hand was free to explore Michelle’s supine body. Something the girl took full advantage of. Her own arm no longer trapped under her, Michelle returned to exploring Samantha with one hand and teasing her bud with the other.

In the small tent, it was easy to forget the rest of the world. For Michelle, there was only Samantha’s beautiful eyes, her warm body, the soft sounds of enjoyment the girl was making. Everything outside the confines of this nylon dome didn’t matter right now. Only the intimacy, the giving and receiving of pleasure, the love she felt for the girl she shared a sleeping bag with- only Samantha mattered. Looking into Samantha’s eyes, Michelle saw that sentiment reflected back to her and her heart swelled for the girl even more.

The lovely pressure on her bud sending little waves of pleasure through her young body and the feel of Samantha above writhing in her own ecstasy fueled Michelle’s excitement, pushed her closer and closer to her climax. She wasn’t the only one tiptoeing along the edge, Samantha right there with her. Somehow, she kept her fingers moving even as her body came undone and she cried out as she came. Only a few seconds behind, Michelle heard Samantha orgasm above her. The girl collapsed atop her and Michelle laughed and hugged the girl close. They laid like that awhile, just savoring the closeness and basking in the afterglow.

Looking through the screen door of the tent, Michelle saw the sun was officially up. Turning to Samantha, she smiled and said, “The sun’s up.”

Samantha gave her a lingering kiss, then favored her with a smile that made Michelle’s heart skip a couple of beats and said, “So?”

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Untangling herself from Samantha, Michelle sat up and said, “We really should have been walking hours ago.”

Samantha wrapped her arms around Michelle’s shoulders, said, “I’ve been thinking… Are we really in such a rush to get back?”

Her eyes wide, Michelle asked, “You mean… What exactly are you saying?”

“I don’t know… It’s just… I’m getting used to this… to us. I-I’m not ready to get back to real life,” Samantha said, hugging Michelle a little tighter.

“Real life?” Michelle asked, her heart racing. Samantha was starting to sound like her- reluctant to give up whatever this was they had found in the woods.

“You know… School and… not being able to sleep with you every night. I don’t think I can sleep anymore without your snoring,” Samantha said, playfully.

“I don’t snore,” Michelle said.

“Sorry, babe, but you do,” Samantha said, laughing.

“So what are you saying?” Michelle asked, holding her breath to see if Samantha felt the same way she did. Michelle thought she did, but she wanted to be sure.

“I want to go home,” Samantha said, smiling at Michelle, “I’m just not in any hurry to get there. I know it’s selfish- my parents must be worried sick about me, but I just want to spend some more time with you here before it’s back to the real world.”

Michelle laughed, said, “I’m so glad to hear you say that, because I feel the same way.”

“Then come back to bed,” Samantha said, smiling at her.

“I want to check our snares,” Michelle said, her stomach gurgling, “maybe we’ve caught breakfast.”

“Okay,” Samantha said, then smiled, “we can go back to bed afterwards.”

Kissing her, Michelle said, “Sounds like a plan.”

Crawling out the tent naked into the crisp morning air, Michelle hugged herself and looked around, checked the sky. She laughed and said, “I guess it won’t be today.”

“What won’t be today?” Samantha asked, exiting the tent.

“I figure if we do get rescued, it’ll be when we are walking around naked like this. That’s just the sort of luck I have,” Michelle said, rubbing her arms.

“We should just skip the clothes then,” Samantha said, grinning at her, “better our odds.”

Laughing, Michelle parroted, “Better our odds, huh?”

“I’m just working off your theory of being rescued naked,” Samantha said, shivering.

“It’s a little cold to be walking around naked,” Michelle said, laughing, “we’ll just have to take our chances.”

Samantha sank to her knees, crawled half way into the tent to start passing out clothing. Michelle admired the view, smiling. Samantha poked her head out of the tent, said, “Are you staring at my ass?”

“Yeah,” Michelle said.

“Damn, I had hoped we had been rescued,” Samantha said, making Michelle laugh

Returning to fetching their clothes, she handed Michelle hers and piled her own clothes next to her knee. When she had everything, she straightened up, and they started getting dressed.

They went to their dying fire, built it back up. Standing close to each other, they basked in the warmth. After a moment, Michelle put her arm around Samantha, pulled her even closer. Samantha laid her head on Michelle’s shoulder, putting her own arm around Michelle. They stood there awhile, enjoying the closeness.

Only when Michelle’s stomach gurgled again, did they remember why they had gotten up in the first place. Hand in hand, they retraced their steps to where they had set their snares. Michelle had been pretty sure the holes in the bank were a small mammal’s den, most likely a rabbit. With any luck, they had snagged one of them as they ventured out of their burrows.

The first snare they checked was empty, looked undisturbed. Michelle knew trying to catch a wild animal was a numbers game. Which is why she had set a bunch of them yesterday and why she wasn’t disappointed to see the empty snare. Even if they didn’t catch anything, they still had the backpack full of dried fish.

I hope we caught something, Michelle said, not relishing the thought of dried fish for breakfast. She has had roasted rabbit before, and it was immensely more appealing to the appetite.

The second snare they came upon had been sprung, but it was empty, too. Resetting it, Michelle said, “In case it was tripped by something other than the wind. Maybe we can catch it trying to go back in.”

As they approached the next snare, Michelle saw it had been triggered. More than that, she saw the rabbit hanging in the air by its neck. The snare had strangled it, and it hung lifeless from the limb Michelle had anchored her snare to. Seeing the poor animal strung up like that, Michelle felt a stab of guilt for what they had done. She could only hope its death had come quickly and that it hadn’t suffered too much.

“Shit,” Samantha said. She didn’t look any happier than Michelle felt.

Nodding, Michelle said, “Let’s just cut it down and check the last snare.”

With the multi-tool, Michelle cut the rope loose, stooping to pick up the rabbit by its hind legs. The girls were a little more somber as they walked to the final snare. Michelle cringed when it was a replay of the one she had just cut down. Another rabbit dangled limply from the tree branch.

I know we need to eat and this is how we put food in our stomachs, but this sucks, Michelle thought, cutting this second rabbit down.

Samantha was looking at her, and the girl said, “It had to be done.”

“I know,” Michelle said, offering her a sad smile, “let’s get back to camp, and I’ll start dressing these.”

“Um, could you do one, then help me do the other one?” Samantha asked, blushing when Michelle gave her an amused look, “it’s like you said- I should know a few things.”

Smiling affectionately at her, Michelle asked, “How was I so wrong about you?”

“I’ve been pretending so long and… I took my mask off,” Samantha said, looking suddenly vulnerable, “let you see the real me.”

Michelle put her arm around Samantha, gave her a tender kiss, and said, “I know. I like the real you. Although, I have to admit I liked you in cheer outfit, too. Even when I didn’t like you very much, I used to think you were cute. Used to piss me off.”

Laughing, Samantha said, “Pissed you off, huh?”

“Yeah,” Michelle said, kissing her, “could never make up my mind whether I wanted to strangle you or kiss you.”

Their mood lightened by the moment they had shared, Michelle and Samantha headed back to camp. While Samantha got some water boiling, Michelle looked around for a good place to field dress the rabbits. Spotting a large flat rock, she drug it over to the fire. She was just getting ready to make the first cuts when Samantha came over.

“I’ve never actually done this,” Michelle said, glancing at Samantha, “seen it done a couple dozen times but never done it myself.”

Laughing, Samantha said, “You are still more qualified than I am- I’ve never even eaten rabbit, let alone skinned one.”

“Dad made it look so easy, but we’ll see,” Samantha said, then grimaced, “the first part is kind of rough to watch.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Samantha said, taking a deep breath. She didn’t look away.

Shrugging, Michelle used the multi-tool to decapitate the poor rabbit. It wasn’t the best tool for the job, and it took some effort. Still, she managed, somehow. Next, she pinched the loose skin on the back of the rabbit, pulled it up so she could make a cut in the fur and not the meat. Setting the knife aside, she hooked the fingers of both hands in either side of the hole she had created and tugged the skin north toward the neck and south toward its hind legs. Even without her father’s muscles, it was a little too easy to remove the fur from the rabbit.

“That is the craziest thing I’ve ever seen,” Samantha said, shaking her head and laughing.

“Felt weird, too,” Michelle said, looking down at the skinned rabbit. Without its fur, it was starting to look a lot more like dinner and less like a Disney character.

With the rabbit on its back, she slipped the knife under its rib cage, careful not to cut too deep. Pushing the blade upwards toward the neck, she cut through the breastbone. She flipped the rabbit around, ran the knife down the abdomen, using her fingers to keep the blade clear of the internal organs. With one last cut through rabbit’s hips, she was set the knife aside.

Glancing at Samantha, she asked, “Did you see how I did that?”

“Yeah,” Samantha said, shaking her head, “you made it look so easy.”

“It was surprisingly easy,” Michelle said, then added, “well, that part was, anyway. Still have to gut the poor thing.”

Her dad had just sort of… pulled everything toward the back, so that was what she did, too. Again, it was a lot easier than she thought it should be.

“And that, my lady,” Michelle said, holding up the rabbit, “is breakfast. Or, probably lunch. I’m not sure how long we spent in bed.”

“I guess it’s my turn, then?” Samantha asked, making a face.

Laughing, Michelle said, “Do I know how to show a girl a good time or what?”

“Just for the record,” Samantha said, smiling at her, “this isn’t my idea of a date.”

“Don’t worry,” Michelle said, kissing her, “I promise to take you to dinner and a movie when we get back.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Samantha said.

“I’ve never been on a real date before,” Michelle said, frowning, “you?”

“Not really,” Samantha said, then laughed, “Bianca and I tried to keep us a secret. I don’t know how well we did. There were rumors about us, after all.”

Smiling playfully, Michelle asked, “Would you hold my hand at the mall?”

Samantha met her eyes, said, “I would, if you offered it to me.”

“That’s a big step. Rumors are one thing…” Michelle said, searching the girl’s eyes.

“I’m done hiding,” Samantha said, then smiled at Michelle, “besides, I have a hot girlfriend. Why wouldn’t I want people to know?”

Laughing, Michelle gave her a kiss, said, “Hot girlfriend, huh?”

With a smile that stole Michelle’s breath away, Samantha said, “Very hot.”

Clearing her throat, Michelle said, “Um, we better get back to these rabbits, before we get too distracted.”

Michelle watched as Samantha field dressed the second rabbit. For someone who had never done it before, Samantha skinned and gutted the rabbit like a pro. The guts and fur from both rabbits went into a pile and Michelle made a mental note to bury them later. That is, if Blue didn’t show up to make short work of them. She knew the smell of fresh meat could attract animals.

While Samantha got the rabbits ready to cook, Michelle walked to the stream to clean the multi-tool. She was running the blade through the water when something shiny on the rocky bottom caught her eye. Setting the knife aside, she reached into the cold water past her elbow and grabbed it. Her eyes wide, she looked at what she had found. It was beautiful, sparkled as it caught the morning sun.

Glancing over her shoulder at Samantha, Michelle smiled as an idea popped into her head. The object went into her pocket, and she picked up the multi-tool. As she walked back to the camp, she thought about how to make her idea work with the things at her disposal. It was going to take some ingenuity, but she thought she could do it.

Samantha had just finished staking the rabbits over the fire. Michelle figured they had at least twenty minutes to cook- probably longer- and she knew they’d start to smell delicious long before they were ready to eat. She didn’t want to be sitting by the fire drooling on herself, so she took Samantha’s hand and said, “Come on.”

Getting to her feet, Samantha asked, “Where are we going?”

“I can’t be here when these start smelling good,” Michelle said.

Laughing, Samantha said, “Okay. Will they be okay unattended?”

“The fire should keep the animals away,” Michelle said, thinking I hope.

They walked downstream away, looking for materials they could use. They found plenty of driftwood that would make decent firewood. Michelle had hoped for something useful, like a bucket or a shotgun, but firewood was nice, too.

They had just decided to turn back when Samantha spotted the gooseberry plants. Walking over to them, Samantha smiled, “My grandma makes gooseberry jam. It’s sooo good!”

“Are you sure these are gooseberries?” Michelle asked, looking at the plump green berries. They looked sort of like grapes.

“I’m certain,” Samantha said, as she started collecting, “the slightly squishy ones are the best. Grandma would put the firmer ones in her jams, and we’d eat the ripe ones.”

Michelle shrugged and started helping Samantha. She pulled the bottom of her shirt up, forming an impromptu pouch so she could carry more. When they both had a sizable stash, they headed back to camp. As they walked, Michelle’s curiosity got the better of her, and she popped one of the gooseberries into her mouth. She made a face at how tart it was. Samantha saw her and laughed.

“You need one of the softer ones. Those are sweeter,” Samantha said, digging one out of her own stash and holding it out. She laughed when Michelle snatched it from her fingers with her teeth.

This one went down a lot easier, and Samantha smiled at her. Smiling back, Michelle said, “Yeah. Much better. Good catch, by the way. I didn’t know these were edible.”

By the time they made it back to camp, the rabbits looked like they had finished cooking. Michelle cut into them just to be sure. They couldn’t afford to get food poisoning out here, so everything had to be cooked to within an inch of its life. They were indeed cooked through, and the girls sat around the fire eating rabbit and gooseberries, a combination that wouldn’t make sense anywhere else.

“Definitely beats dried fish,” Samantha said, popping a gooseberry into her mouth.

“Yeah,” Michelle said, shaking her head, “we are going to have to eat them eventually, though. Even dried, they won’t keep forever.”

“Maybe tonight,” Samantha said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, “after we’ve worked up an appetite.”

Laughing, Michelle leaned in a gave her a kiss, said, “Tonight, then.”

Samantha smiled at her, then looked at the stream. Chewing on her lip, she asked, “How cold do you think the water is?”

“In the stream?” Michelle asked, thinking about how cold it had been when she reached in for the red stone, “it’s very cold. Why?”

“I thought I’d clean up a bit… You know, before we fooled around,” Samantha said, blushing.

“I’m sure neither one of use smells particularly good,” Michelle said, amused.

“I know,” Samantha said, making a face, “sweat, wood smoke, and dried fish isn’t going to be a perfume scent anytime soon at Macy’s.”

Laughing, Michelle said, “Probably not.”

“I’ve got my shampoo and body wash in my bag,” Samantha said, still looking out at the water.

Michelle looked at the girl, saw this was important to Samantha. Putting her arm around the girl, she said, “You are crazy if you are thinking about getting in that water.”

“I know,” Samantha said, sighing.

“Luckily, I have a better idea,” Michelle said, smiling at her, “well, an idea, anyway.”

“What sort of idea?” Samantha asked, intrigued.

Michelle gave her a kiss and said, “Why don’t you gather us some firewood, and I’ll see if I can’t build you a bathtub.”

Her eyes wide, Samantha parroted, “A bathtub?”

“A bathtub,” Michelle said, enjoying the girl’s reaction.

“How are you going to make a bathtub?” Samantha asked.

“With a shovel and the space blanket,” Michelle said, laughing when Samantha gave her a dubious look, “just grab us some fire wood.”

Samantha shrugged, then went to gather some firewood. Michelle went to the backpack and grabbed the folding shovel. Finding a soft spot of earth as close to the river as she could, she started digging. Even with the handle extended, the shovel was way too small. Still, she kept at it. Samantha was back from gathering firewood long before she had her hole big enough. When her shoulders and back started to ache, Samantha took over for a while.

It took some doing, but they managed to dig a hole about three feet wide by four feet long and two feet deep. Finished, Samantha set the shovel aside, wiping the sweat from her brow. Laughing, she said, “This idea of yours better work because I need a bath now more than ever.”

“You and me both,” Michelle said, stepping into the hole to remove a few rocks and one stubborn root. Satisfied, she stepped out, again, said, “I think if we line this hole with the space blanket, we should have a pretty decent bathtub.”

Samantha said, “A shovel and the space blanket… I get it now.”

“The trick will be getting the water from the stream and into our tub,” Michelle said, looking around. The thermos was still by the fire, but the sheer number of trips it would take to fill their makeshift tub made her groan. There had to be a better option. Inspiration hit, and she said, “Come on.”

Samantha followed her to the tent. Michelle handed Samantha her backpack, said, “Take everything out of that.”

“Okay,” Samantha said, accepting it.

Michelle grabbed the space blanket, took it back to the hole they had made. Spreading it out as evenly as she could with the corner missing out of one side, she pressed it down into the hole. With some adjusting, she managed to get it into place, smoothing it up the dirt walls they had created. Looking at the shiny depression in the earth, Michelle had to smile because she thought her plan was going to work.

Stepping up beside her, Samantha held out the empty backpack, said, “That is starting to look like a bathtub. Now, all we need is water.”

Michelle took the backpack, removed the waterproof liner, and handed the bag back to Samantha. Holding up the liner, Michelle said, “I figure this will hold about three gallons of water. About ten trips back and forth and we should be in business.”

A frown creasing her brow, Samantha asked, “So, we are going to fill it with stream water… How is that any better than just getting in the stream?”

“I thought of that, too,” Michelle said, winking at her, “while I start filling this bad boy up, why don’t you find us some nice size rocks and rinse them off in the stream.”

Samantha looked at her a moment, then started smiling, “You are going to heat the rocks and put them in the tub.”

“Yeah,” Michelle said, kissing her, “we will have a nice hot bath together.”

“God, you have no idea how nice that sounds,” Samantha said, laughing. She gave Michelle a hug and a kiss, said, “You are the best girlfriend ever.”

Smiling, Michelle squeezed her back, said, “Only the best for you, my love.”

That made Samantha laugh, and she gave Michelle another kiss before heading off to gather rocks for the fire. Michelle watched her go for a moment, then smiled and shook her head. She still couldn’t believe how much she loved Samantha. Couldn’t believe it but couldn’t deny it, either.

Michelle headed to the stream, dipping her backpack liner in the cold water. Full, she figured it was around three gallons, give or take a couple cups. Hauling it back to the makeshift bathtub, she realized it was going to be a lot of work. Full of water, the liner weighed about twenty-five pounds, and she thought her legs and shoulders were going to be burning by the time she had enough water in the tub to make it worth while. She dumped the first bagful in the tub, groaning when it didn’t even make a dent. Just guessing, she thought it would take fifteen more trips to fill it up.

As she walked back to the stream, she said, “The things I do for love.”

Apparently it took a lot less time to find some rocks to heat up because Samantha was back as Michelle was making her sixth trip. Samantha took the bag from her and Michelle was glad for the break. She let Samantha make a couple trips, then took the bag back. They took turns until the water was only a few inches below the top of the hole.

Samantha had set a large, flat rock in the fire and stacked a bunch of nice sized stones on top of it. Michelle liked it because the rocks would still get hot but wouldn’t be sitting in the ashes. Clean stones meant their bath water wouldn’t be gray.

With the shovel, Michelle started transferring hot stones to the bath, lowering them into the water slowly. There was a hiss of steam every time a stone was added, the cold water instantly cooling the hot rocks.

“How many stones do you think, this is going to take?” Samantha asked.

“I don’t know,” Michelle said, glancing at the fire, “the water was pretty cold.”

Laughing, Samantha said, “We are going to have to dig the stones out before we can get in.”

Michelle ran her hand through the water, and she could definitely tell the difference a half dozen rocks had made. It was still far from bathwater, though. She dug the stones out and handed them to Samantha, figuring they could reuse them.

A couple more trips and the water was beginning to steam some. When Samantha ran her hand through it, she smiled at Michelle, said, “This is going to feel so good.”

“Think it’ll be worth the effort?” Michelle asked, tossing the shovel aside.

“Oh yeah,” Samantha said, wrapping her arms around Michelle’s neck and giving her a kiss, “you are so getting laid for this.”

Laughing, Michelle said, “Go grab your stuff.”

“Okay,” Samantha said, running back to the tent.

Michelle kicked off her shoe, bending over to remove her socks. She pulled her shirt up and over her head, dropping it on top of her shoes. Unbuttoning her jeans, she saw Samantha coming back with two bottles- body wash and shampoo, she was guessing. She felt Samantha’s eyes on her as she wriggled out of her jeans. Smiling, Michelle liked that she had the girl’s attention.

“Don’t start without me,” Samantha said, setting the bottles on the ground near the improvised bathtub. She started undressing in a hurry.

“Wouldn’t think of it,” Michelle laughed, watching the girl hop on one foot trying to get her jeans off, “you are going to hurt yourself. Slow down.”

“You need to hurry up and finish undressing,” Samantha said, pointing at Michelle’s underwear, “lose the panties.”

Holding each other’s hand, they stepped into the water. They sat at opposite ends of the improvised tub, facing each other. Michelle leaned back against the space blanket covered dirt wall, sighing as the hot water started relieving the tension in her body.

“You are right,” Michelle said, smiling at Samantha, “it was definitely worth it.”

Samantha moved forward to give Michelle a lingering kiss, said, “Thank you for this.”

“You are welcome,” Michelle said.

She was surprised when Samantha didn’t return to her spot opposite her. Instead, Samantha nudged her legs open, sitting between them. Michelle smiled as the girl leaned back into her and she wrapped her arms around Samantha. They stayed like this awhile, enjoying the hot water and the closeness of their bodies.

As the water started to cool down, they remembered why Samantha had wanted a bath in the first place. Michelle reached for Samantha’s body wash, said, “Stand up.”

Samantha stood up, then offered her hand to Michelle. Taking it, Michelle stood up as well, shivering as the chilly air found her wet skin. She popped the top on the body wash, pouring a puddle into her hand. When Samantha smiled and held out her own hand, Michelle filled her upturned palm with soap. Closing the lid, she set the bottle aside. As she was straightening back up, she felt Samantha’s hands on her shoulders, then her breasts.

When Michelle gave her a curious look, Samantha said, “I’ll wash your back, if you’ll wash mine.”

With a playful smile, Michelle said, “Those aren’t my back.”

Samantha gave her a kiss, said, “I’m sure I’ll make it to your back, eventually.”

Working the soup in her hands into a lather, Michelle began running them over Samantha’s lovely body. Good hygiene gave way to foreplay as they washed each other. The body wash made everything slippery and sexy, and it wasn’t long before they were kissing, their bodies pressed together.

When Samantha’s fingers found Michelle’s bud, she laughed and said, “If this is going any further, we need to get back in the water… Or get out and go to the tent. It’s too cold to be standing around.”

Favoring Michelle with a playful smile, Samantha said, “I vote for staying here.”

“The water is starting to get cold,” Michelle said.

“I’ll fix that,” Samantha said, stepping out of the tub, “wait here.”

Sinking back into the water, Michelle watched the girl grab the shovel and run over to the fire. She smiled as Samantha scooped up more hot rocks, bringing them over to the tub. As the stones gave up their stored heat, Samantha stepped back into the water, sitting on Michelle’s lap, facing her. Michelle didn’t know if it was the stones heating up the water or the feel of Samantha’s body molding against her own, but she didn’t notice the chilly air, anymore.

Samantha smiled at her, said, “I’ve never done it in the bathtub before.”

“Me, either,” Michelle said, laughing, “which isn’t saying much. A week or so ago, I hadn’t done it at all.”

With a warm smile, Samantha kissed Michelle deeply. Rocking her hips forward, Samantha broke the kiss, asked, “Is this okay?”

“More than okay,” Michelle said, sighing.

“I meant does this hurt?” Samantha said, meeting Michelle’s eyes as she continued to grind slowly against her.

“I knew what you meant,” Michelle said, kissing her tenderly, “and I love you for asking. I’m okay.”

“Good,” Samantha said, smiling at her.

“I’ll be even better if you keep moving your hips like that,” Michelle said, her hands slipping down Samantha’s back to grab her buttocks.

Samantha laughed and kissed her. The roll of her hips came faster, and the lovely friction had both of them moaning and sighing. The motion of their bodies had the water sloshing over the sides of their improvised bathtub, but they weren’t worried about making a mess. They were only concerned about the delicious sensations washing through their young bodies.

“We are getting our clothes wet,” Michelle said, noticing the spilled water had found their clothes next to the tub.

“It’s okay, we won’t need them today, anyway,” Samantha said, kissing her.

No, I don’t think we will, Michelle thought, her heart beating a little faster as she kissed the girl back. She made a mental note to spread them out next to the fire when they got out. Smiling, she thought, IF we ever get out.

Forgetting about the clothes, she returned her attention to the lovely blonde in her lap. She ran her hands up Samantha’s flanks, cupping her breasts. The girl groaned as Michelle kneaded them, teased their straining nipples until they ached sweetly. When Samantha sat up straighter and leaned forward, Michelle took one of those nipples between her lips, then her teeth gently. Samantha’s little cries of enjoyment were getting loud enough to disturb the local fauna.

Samantha put her hand on Michelle’s chin, turned her head up for a heated kiss. The roll of Samantha’s hips never stopped, and their kiss was punctuated with moans and sighs of pleasure. They had to give up completely as the meeting of their bodies began to feel too good.

Wrapping her arms around Michelle’s neck, Samantha held on as she really ground their bodies together. The roll of her hips came faster and faster as she pushed both of them closer and closer to the edge of orgasmic bliss. Their frantic pace couldn’t last, the sensation too intense. Samantha’s fingers tightened on Michelle’s shoulders, and Michelle thought the girl was coming. Michelle’s hands slipped down Samantha’s back, grabbing her buttocks to help finish her off. The girl’s cries of ecstasy brought on Michelle’s own orgasm, the girl’s excitement building up her own. Samantha stiffened in her lap, one last cry escaping her as her body went crazy. Michelle cried out a few heartbeats behind her, her fingers digging into Samantha’s buttocks as her body exploded with pleasure.

“Holy shit,” Samantha said, laughing as she gave Michelle a kiss.

“Yeah,” Michelle said, nodding.

They stayed like that a while, kissing and touching. Eventually, the water became too cold, and they got out. Gathering their clothes, they walked over to the fire to dry off. The time in the tub hadn’t completely quelled the fire in them, and they were kissing as they stood bathed in the flickering flames. When Samantha took Michelle’s hand and smiled at her, Michelle knew what the girl had in mind. Smiling, she followed her to the tent

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Michelle waited for Samantha to fall asleep, then waited a little longer. When she thought the girl was deeply asleep, she carefully extricated herself from Samantha’s arms. She looked down at the sleeping girl, again surprised by how much she loved her. Michelle hadn’t known she could love someone so much and had definitely not known she could love Samantha like this. A couple of weeks ago, such a thing would have seemed impossible.

As quietly as she could, she worked the zipper on the tent. Samantha stirred but didn’t awaken, murmuring in her sleep. Michelle slipped out into the cool night air, shivering. She glanced back at her girlfriend, missing the warmth of her body already.

She hurried to the fire and built it back up, because she needed its warmth and light. Opening her hand, she looked at the pretty object twinkling in the flickering flames, and she started to smile.

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