All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 10

'She has, and it's not fair. I need more room than her and she's too selfish to swap.' She'd looked at Luke challengingly. 'I need more room than her because there's more of me, and I like the way I am, so none of that fashion model shit, and I don't go with guys who can't handle big girls, and I'm not up for a charity fuck.' Uli had gasped.

'Lottie, that's completely unfair,' she'd protested, 'and I already told you he's not like that at all.' Luke had merely smiled at Lottie lazily.

'Handling big girls is a lot of fun, and if you don't believe me, what the hell is this?' He'd stood up and walked round the table to Lottie. His cock was fully erect, the foreskin retracted, a trace of pre-cum glistening on the tip. The bright length of ribbon had quivered as the blood pulsed through him. 'Get yourself into the bedroom, woman, and I'll show you how big girls affect me. Blondie here can clear the table.' Lottie's face had cleared: she'd reached out and untied the gaudy bow and Uli had let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She'd checked herself for resentment or jealousy and found neither.

'Do as he says,' she'd advised dryly, 'or he'll sulk and think he isn't in charge.' She'd turned to Luke. 'And if you're not plowing her ginger furrow when I'm through with the dishes I'll give you "Blondie" right where the sun never shines.'

She hadn't hurried, and when she'd piled everything in the sink she'd listened outside her door for a moment before entering. She'd heard the slap of flesh on flesh, and the soft moans of a woman being pleasured, and the creak of bedsprings as they absorbed a double weight. She'd checked her heart again and given a sigh of relief when she realized that all she felt was excitement and anticipation. There was a hint of smugness too: he was fucking her friend, but only between the legs. Between the ears was reserved for her. She'd opened the door and gazed at them: Lottie was on her hands and knees, her plump ass lifted high, her heavy breasts swinging as he drove into her with the full force of his body. Her broad face was slack, her eyelids fluttering, and even as she watched, Luke's hand had snaked round and burrowed through the thicket of red curls that covered her mound. He must have found her clit almost immediately because Lottie gasped, then shrieked, and pushed herself hard back onto his pistoning cock, her hands clutching the pillows, burying her face in them to muffle her cries. Uli had watched fascinated, her hand unconsciously creeping to her own crotch as her friend's neck and breasts suddenly flushed, red blotches staining her creamy skin, her entire body quivering and shaking as a second climax caught her unawares.

'Stop now,' she'd gasped breathlessly, 'stop now you bastard, or you'll kill me...' Luke had slowed his urgent strokes and Uli had crossed the room and pulled his head back, kissing him hard. One eyelid had drooped in a slow wink, sharing the moment with her, and then he'd pushed slowly forward between Lottie's thighs again. His hands had cupped her breasts, squeezing the fat pink nipples gently, her flesh spilling over his fingers, and he'd leant forward over her broad back and blown softly in her ear.

'Can I handle big girls or not?' Lottie had lifted her face from the pillow, her breath still coming in short gasps.

'I think I died and went to heaven. Uli, how the hell do you manage? He's still hard as a rock. You ought to keep him in a cage.' She had smiled at her friend's tone.

'He can be gentle too. In fact he's going to be gentle with me in about two minutes, once he's got his breath back and you've cleaned him up a bit.'

She jerked back to the present as his hand grabbed the steering wheel.

'Jesus, sweetheart, you're all over the road. Where's your head?' She stopped the car and blushed.

'I'm sorry. I was thinking about last night. Poor Lottie looked so confused. After twenty minutes, when we were still making love and you weren't showing any sign of stopping, she just sort of sighed and started rubbing herself in time with us. Didn't you hear her?' He shrugged in the way she knew so well, and grinned slightly shamefacedly.

'I was concentrating on us. Are we there yet?' Her insides melted at his confession and the subtle question, and she leaned over and kissed him. A horn sounded behind them and she jumped guiltily.

'Five or six kilometers, and then I'm going to have my way with you,' she said happily, and put the car in gear.

ANITA, ELENA

'Dress down Friday, boss?' asked Anita innocently as Elena entered the office, fanning herself with a sheaf of papers. She was dressed in a skirt and T-shirt, the armpits dark with perspiration, and smiled ruefully at Anita's comment.

'I know, I know: always look professional, never be unprepared. But it's over thirty-five degrees and I didn't expect a heatwave: there's nothing happening this afternoon, and I was passing the house, and I thought what the hell and popped in and changed. I only came by here to drop the files off before going for a drink. Why are you still here anyway?'

'English revision,' said Anita. 'The house is too noisy and Stefan irritates me sometimes, so I came here. And at five sharp they turned the building's air off and the temperature's been creeping up ever since. The blinds don't do a thing to help: I was about to give up.' She had removed her jacket and undone the top three buttons of her blouse. Her tights were draped over the back of the chair and her long legs were propped on the desk, slightly parted to let the air reach her. Elena sat at her desk and copied Anita's posture.

Well, it's all too much,' she said irritably. 'Where's Magda? Off with Jurgen again?' Anita nodded.

'She flew through her work here and shot off about two hours ago. She's being laid in air-conditioned comfort by now, I should think, lucky bitch.' Her voice rose a notch. 'Jesus, boss, you're not wearing a bra!' Elena had leaned back in her chair, her hands clasped behind her head. The T-shirt was pulled taut across her breasts and her nipples were hard and very visible. She managed to shrug.

'In for a penny, in for a pound,' she said. 'It's just too hot to care. In fact that's not all: look.' She parted her legs a little more and gestured with her chin. Anita leant sideways and looked, then began to giggle.

'No panties either? When you dress down you dress right down, don't you?' She sounded wistful. 'It must feel better though.' Elena nodded and smiled smugly, then reached down to the hem of her skirt and fanned it lazily, making an exaggerated face of pleasure. Anita looked cross and then swung her legs off the desk. 'Well, if it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me. I probably smell like a fish dinner down there, but who cares?' She stood and hitched her skirt up, then wriggled her hands up her thighs and pulled down her own panties. 'God, that's better.' She opened her legs as wide as the skirt would allow, letting the air reach her. 'Fuck it,' she muttered. It's not as if the blouse is transparent.' She undid the remaining buttons and slipped the blouse off, undid her bra and tossed it on top of her tights and panties, then put the blouse back on and sat down. She didn't bother to do it up and her breasts held the two panels apart, revealing her tanned, lean torso. She looked at the pile of books in front of her, then came to a decision and began to stack them neatly. Elena looked at her quizzically.

'Is this Miss Conscientious I see knocking off early?' Anita looked up and stuck her tongue out.

'I was led astray by my half-naked boss, and what's more, I'm going to be completely brazen and sponge myself down before I go. I'm still small-town enough to worry about odor, especially with no underwear on.' Elena stood up and crossed to Anita's desk, then picked up her panties and sniffed.

'Nothing but fresh, clean girl,' she said robustly. 'Honestly, Ani, you worry far too much about that sort of thing.' Anita blushed.

'Well, just for comfort then,' she muttered. 'Look at your armpits: you're absolutely dripping, and I bet you feel all icky. Let me do it quickly and we'll go and have a TGIF drink at Annette's.' She stood up and went towards the ladies room, shrugging her blouse off as she went. Elena heard a tap running and the thought of cool water on her overheated body suddenly seemed irresistible. After a minute she stood and stripped the T-shirt over her head and unzipped her skirt, then walked naked to the bathroom.

Anita was sitting on the counter, her tight buttocks on the edge of the basin, legs splayed. She had soaked a hand towel, and was leaning forward, squeezing it over her breasts. Her face in the mirror was a picture of relief as the cold water ran over her body and trickled into her crotch. She turned her head as Elena entered and chuckled.

'Aha! Who's a small-town girl now?' She held the towel under the tap again and wiped her armpits, the action pulling her breasts even higher and accentuating her hard nipples. Elena felt a shiver of desire run through her. Grabbing a towel, she wriggled onto the counter, settling herself over the second basin, facing Anita and copying her posture. She turned the cold tap on and held the towel under it, then raised the dripping material to her chest. A rush of pleasure rolled over her as the water coursed over her breasts and she sighed in relief.

'Small-town stuff is good too,' she murmured as she soaked the towel again. The two women grinned at each other. Elena was very conscious of Anita's depilated mound and pussy, glistening with droplets of water, the lips pulled open by her posture. The two little tattoos that were the only adornment she allowed herself stood guard over the entrance to her depths, begging to be licked, and Elena felt her own full labia prickle with the beginnings of arousal. She used one arm to support herself and lifted her buttocks, thrusting her pussy upwards, and drew the wet towel along the crease of her ass, sweeping the sweat and heat away. Her body felt cool and refreshed, and she reached for the soap dispenser and dribbled some into her hand.

'Just in case,' she muttered, and began to rub the scented gel into her trimmed bush, then let her hand drift lower, spreading the lather over her full lips. Through half-closed eyes she watched Anita's reactions. The younger girl fingered her own crotch, pulling the labia further apart, then slid a finger along her slit and sniffed. She licked the finger and shrugged, then reached for the gel. She began to rub soap over her mound, and her face flushed slightly. She reached out with one foot and pressed her toes against Elena's foam-covered hand.

'I'll wash yours if you wash mine,' she said huskily.

LUKE, ULI

I stretched and stirred, unwilling to open my eyes. I could feel Uli's warm body pressed against my back, a faint film of sweat sticking us together, and could hear her deep, even breathing. My neck felt sore, and I vaguely remembered her clamping her teeth into it as we'd climaxed for the last time the night before. I raised my hand cautiously and felt the spot. She'd actually drawn blood, I realized with a shock. Maybe love and vampirism went hand-in-hand. I smiled as I wondered how best to tease her about her lack of control. The elusive something had come closer than ever last night, and I felt proud of myself for not trying to grab. It was like catching a butterfly, I thought: you just had to stay receptive until it landed on you willingly. I wondered what it felt like to have it land, and wished I could ask Uli, or speed the process up, or something.

Whatever happened to the original Luke Lancer? I asked myself again. When Uli was with me he just retired into his cage, and the new model came out to play. I liked them both, I decided: the old one was comfortable and fun, and a pretty good teacher, and a nice guy, nicer than many, at any rate, and probably better at handling the hard, cruel world, but the new one was a better person. Maybe he was the old one without the twenty years of skepticism and the protective shell. I shrugged mentally and slid carefully out of bed. I'd settle for balance: philosophy is too difficult when you've just woken up. Shit, shower, shave, shampoo, breakfast: that was what I needed.

The Gasthaus proprietors were delighted to have a guest who enjoyed breakfast. I was sitting over my third cup of coffee and reading the local paper when Uli came in, her hair still damp from the shower. She swatted my head gently, then kissed me.

'Sneaking off and pigging out without telling me. Nice behavior on a romantic weekend.' I showed her my neck.

'It was either antibiotics and a blood transfusion or a good breakfast and hope for the best,' I said. 'You should be too ashamed to eat.' Her hand flew to her mouth.

'Was that me?'

'Certainly not. An Austrian vampire bat snuck in while I was asleep and drained all my vital fluids. I'll probably become a zombie.' She looked sheepish.

'I just get carried away. Did you actually bleed?'

'All my blood is yours, sweetheart,' I said cheerfully. 'Have some breakfast and tell me what we're doing today.' She started buttering a croissant.

'Well, it's going to involve boots and backpacks, and a trail Lottie told me about, and a stream and the highest point for fifty kilometers and a brilliant view. What's the forecast?' I looked at the paper.

'Unseasonably hot and high sun values,' I said. 'I hope you've got sunscreen and anti-bug stuff.' She nodded and put a slice of ham on her croissant, then took a big bite.

'Of course, and they're fixing a lunchbox for us. I asked them to last night.'

'Don't talk with your mouth full,' I said. 'How far, how much climbing, and where do we start from?' She chewed and swallowed.

'About seven kilometers each way, and not too much, Lottie says, and coming back is all downhill anyway, and from here, so we can collapse and have showers and stuff the minute we arrive. Read your paper, please, while I stoke up.'

'I must have been mad,' she gasped as we toiled up another steep stretch. 'The map doesn't show these bits at all, and Lottie never said anything, little redheaded bitch.'

'That's the Black Forest for you,' I panted, 'but it's not all bad. We're in the shade mostly and I get to feel your ass when I'm pushing you up the precipices. It flattens out again up there. We'll take five.' She nodded, and grasped another tree root as she prepared to haul herself up.

'You always look on the bright side,' she said as we lay in the dappled shade beside the trail. 'It's one of your best things. Pass me the water again, please.' I handed her the canteen and watched as she drank thirstily. Her face was crimson with exertion, her blonde hair plastered across her forehead. Beads of sweat rolled down her temples and neck. Her T-shirt was dark with sweat, and clung to her body enticingly. I realized that I was in the same state except for the enticing bit.

'Let me see that map,'. She passed it to me and lay down again while I studied it and made guesses. 'It looks as if the steep bit's over,' I said. 'We come back to the stream in a little while, and the contour lines spread out. I'm going to get comfortable.' I stood up and stripped off my T-shirt with a sigh of relief, then undid my shorts.

'What are you doing?' she asked, her eyes wide.

'Boots and boxers only,' I told her, and the boxers are only in case any aggressive insect wants to investigate the family jewels.' I eased my shorts over the boots and stood up, letting the faint breeze caress my skin. 'That's better.' She scrambled up.

'It means more sunscreen but so what?' She stripped to her panties and looked pensive. 'I've got no family jewels to worry about and no curlies for insects to get caught in.' She pulled the panties down as well and stepped carefully out of them. 'You're right, it feels a lot better.' She stretched her arms and legs out and stood still for a moment facing the breeze. I looked at her fondly.

She ran her hands through her hair and shook her head, and her golden body glinted as the drops of sweat caught the sunlight. All of her was ripe and sweet, crammed full of humor and gentleness and love. The determination and drive that she brought to her work, and our relationship, and everything she found important were hidden, and all that was visible was a woodland spirit poised in its own element. She looked down at me and grinned.

'More sun goop, more insect goop, onward and upward. If the view's not as advertised we'll go home early and I'll tie Lottie down and laugh while you refuse to fuck her.'

Making sure the cream went everywhere that was likely to catch the sun took a while, and then she said that boxers weren't fair, and crossed her heart and promised that between us we could defend my jewels quite adequately, so it was nearly twenty minutes before we set off again, nude except for our boots and packs. The map hadn't lied, and the going was a lot easier. I let her walk ahead and watched her tight ass rolling as she strode, her thighs moving smoothly, offering me tantalizing glimpses of her pussy. The stream reappeared and we splashed each other with cool water every ten minutes. My cock wasn't exactly hard, but it was definitely leading the way, and when she glanced back she stifled a laugh.

'Do you need more sunscreen on that nasty growth?'

'That nasty growth is all your fault,' I said loftily, 'and if it gets any more goop on it it'll count as an ice-cream cone and carry sales tax.' She licked her lips ostentatiously and blew me a kiss before turning and wiggling her ass at me.

In fact the day was turning perfect: we'd gained more altitude than I'd thought during the steep stretch, and the trees were thinning; the breeze was cool and sensuous on my skin and I was with the woman I was learning to love. What happened to the old Luke? She must have sensed my mood because she turned and trotted back to me, her breasts bouncing, and hugged me hard.

'What was that for?' I asked as we disentangled ourselves.

'Vote of confidence,' she said, and took my hand. We walked on, and I wondered if I was being obvious or if she was studying telepathy. The slope flattened out and we stepped out of the last trees onto a high pasture bright with summer flowers. Before us, shading into the blue distance, was a slice of country that had hardly been touched by man. Forty kilometers, at least, of forest, and a line of hills breaking the horizon beyond them. We stood quietly for a moment.

'OK, Lottie, all is forgiven,' I said out loud to myself, and she squeezed my hand in agreement.

'Let's put our packs in the shade and explore, go up those rocks to the absolute top, maybe, and see if we can find where the stream starts, and... ' She was hopping from foot to foot with excitement, bursting to do something, and her mood was infectious. I shrugged out of the pack.

'Packs over here on this ledge, then, and then along the stream.' Without speaking we shed our loads, and moved slowly along the narrowing watercourse, now only a shallow ditch meandering across the meadow. We reached a rock wall and stopped. She squatted and dabbled her hand in a pool that had formed.

'It's coming up from here.' She plucked a flower head and dropped it in the pool, and after a minute it began to drift slowly towards the outflow. She looked pleased. 'Where will it end up?' I thought for a moment.

'In the Danube, I suppose, and then the Black Sea. There's nowhere else it can go, I don't think.' She straightened up and stepped back, watching the bright petals as they floated away from us.

'I'm going to have to send a part of myself that way too. Don't watch.' Naturally, I watched closely as she squatted astride the outflow; a look of concentration crossed her face, then she began to piss. She scooped water up in her cupped palm and splashed her pussy thoroughly, then stood. 'That's better.' I smirked.