The Long Shot

The Long Shot

Kathleen stood at the edge of the trees feeling the last of her energy flow from her. Engaging the safety, she carefully leaned the rifle against a tree. A rising cloud of dust announced the truck was near.

Thinking back, before her and her husband left on the trip, she recalled Eleanor’s soft skin, the milky white texture of her neck, the way the shoestring straps touched her shoulders. They met shortly after lunch, as they had over the many weeks before. They both wanted so much more than they had, they somehow fell together, Eleanor recovering from a bitter divorce, Kathleen just looking for more than the drudgery of day after day with her husband and his work.

They met at some official function, a tea at one of the wives’ houses or something, honestly, Kathleen could hardly remember, it now seemed like they were always together. They remained just friends for the longest time, both ignoring the gasp of thrill they felt as their shoulders accidentally would brush together, or the time while shopping that their breasts brushed together. After some time it became an almost delightful torture that would arouse Kathleen so much, that when Eleanor would leave she had to rush home and masturbate, fantasizing of Eleanor.

Finally, the day before Kathleen’s trip to Africa with her husband, the inevitable happened. Alone at Kathleen’s house, Kathleen dropped a teaspoon onto the floor and as both reached for it, their hands came together. They stood, gazing into each other’s eyes; their breasts pressed together as Kathleen turned her head so slightly and gave Eleanor a kiss. First just the meeting of lips, soon their tongues intermingled as they fumbled with each other’s clothing.

Looking upon Eleanor’s tiny breasts, Kathleen dropped her head and drew a nipple into her mouth. As her tongue teased the firm knob, she felt Eleanor’s hands cupping her large breasts, gently caressing them. Without removing her mouth from Eleanor’s nipple, Kathleen guided her backwards onto the divan. She then kneeled before her, gently taking her knees and spreading them apart. She leaned forward, lowering her head between Eleanor’s thighs, into a terrain that was so new to her, yet so familiar.

Moving her tongue between the lips, Kathleen tasted Eleanor for the first time, tasted a woman for the first time. The tart taste took her back for just a moment, but then she continued, learning her lover’s taste, her softness, and the way she moved. Moving her tongue upward, Kathleen gently worked a finger into Eleanor’s wet pussy, careful not to scratch her with her nails. She’d remember to trim her nails when they next met.

The motion of her lips and tongue on Eleanor’s clit and her fingers carefully pressing inside drew a moan as Kathleen felt her lover begin to move faster. Listening to her breathe, Kathleen knew she was about to give another woman a climax for the first time. She continued as Eleanor cried out and arched her back to her. Kathleen pressed her fingers deep, feeling the strange involuntary contractions pulse around her. She raised her head and looked at Eleanor’s beautiful face twisted in ecstasy.

Eleanor then reached for Kathleen’s shoulders, gently lowered her onto the carpet and immediately moved her head between Kathleen’s legs. Kathleen closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations Eleanor brought her. Every touch, every move, every kiss and tease were perfect, everything she did brought immense pleasure to Kathleen. It was so different from the brusque fumbling of her husband as he worked to prove his masculinity, it was something intensely beautiful. She spread her legs wide and let herself come, once and then in a few moments, again. She savored Eleanor’s touch, her lips, her tongue, losing herself in the feeling as she came a third time.

As they paused, Kathleen noticed the clock and quickly both got dressed. While Eleanor had often been at the house when Kathleen’s husband arrived home, today both agreed she should be gone. They quickly whispered goodbyes and kissed one more time. Both knowing they would miss each other for the two weeks Kathleen would be gone, they kissed again and Eleanor slipped out to her car. She passed Kathleen’s husband on the road just past the driveway.

Kathleen coughing a bit on the dust, now looked across the field. It was a hell of a shot, one that few of the men on the expedition could match, certainly better than anything her husband could've mustered. She knew that, while some of the men might remark on the shot, all would call it an accident, a lucky (if you could call it that) shot.

Recovering from the immediate jolt of elation, she smiled, wondering what the taxidermist might do with her trophy. Unsure of the damage the bullet caused, she hoped he could recover the entire beast. She pictured her trophy set in the study.

The truck stopped in a swirl of dust. She picked up her weapon and climbed into the back. The gunboys nodded to her in a new glow of respect. "Respect!" she whispered to herself, smiling.

As the truck neared her kill, she saw the other hunters milling about, most looked back at the trees, trying to gage the distance. The truck screeched to a stop, she took a deep breath and prepared herself. Then she jumped from the truck and ran toward the group of men. A moment later she screamed and broke into tears as most of the men quietly nodded at this display. What else would you expect from a woman who'd just accidentally killed her husband?