Diversity Twins - Summer Vacation

Each of them disappeared. There had been all these weeks, waiting...waiting...and wondering if the waiting was, what? Bullshit? Just like, healthy girls getting themselves hot and bothered because they can, about whatever and whoever...?

But now, here they were, wrapped in each others' arms...and it wasn't all 'pant, pant, rip your clothes off.' It was...what? Nice. Warm. Close. Also a little bit nervous. "Who is this person I'm kissing?" "Who is this woman I'm kissing?" Because each of them had a little secret or two. Some things that had 'happened' that summer that made some doubts.... And each of them had spent some time gazing into space, chewing a lip, even talking to other people about what it meant to be thoroughly in love with a person of your own...'persuasion'.

Madde kept remembering that there was nowhere they really had to go; nothing they really had to do. They had picked up some food at a Trader Joe's on the way: a couple of frozen Paul Newman pizzas, some tamales, two meat loaf dinners, stuff they could nuke pretty easily. So even though her stomach was grumbling a little, she was content to keep her mouth buried in Raya's neck. It was tempting to fumble up under her shirt and get hands on the warm breasts hiding there. But she didn't. It was fun to wait, to know she could wait, and Raya would be there, and that every inch of Raya's cinnamon body was there to play with and worship.

Raya wasn't quite so patient. She was definitely squeezing Madde's generous boobs through her sweatshirt; sliding a hand to the top of Madde's thighs; but also content to keep it to kissing, sweet little ones behind Madde's tiny ears.

They were tired. They had arrived. They slept.

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Raya was the first one to wake. It was still dark. Very calm. So quiet, except for owls talking to each other in the woods behind the house. A little shiver went up her back. She looked at Madde, barely visible in the gloom. Were they crazy? Two young women in a lone cabin, pretty far from any friendly help. What if some drunken assholes heard about 'the two dykes back in the woods' and figured they would 'teach those bitches a lesson'. Come screaming round figuring they could 'get some and no one the wiser.'

Raya shrugged her shoulders and felt the muscles there from pole vaulting. Pole vaulting. Felt the power in her legs. Knew she could literally kick the shit out of most anyone. She glanced at Madde's strong ass in her black traveling tights. Girlfriend could do most any kind of dance and kick a beer can off someone's head. Raya had seen her do it.

So, okay, they weren't anywhere near helpless; but maybe she and Raya should cut a deal that they would be 'just flirty enough' with any guys they met. That way nobody could stick a label on them and try to prove something. Hell, if any guy asked if they fucked each other they could say, "not exclusively" and it would be true. But Raya was feeling that pang again, because she really kind of wanted it to be false. She wanted to shout, "This is my woman and nobody else can have her. So keep your fucking hands off her." She put a hand on Madde's warm haunch. Madde barely stirred and Raya was struck by the wicked thought that she could strip down Madde's tights and take a nice big bite of that voluptuous ass; wake Madde up screaming and kicking, while she, Raya, hung on like a lamprey on a shark, as her girl thrashed all that good stuff around in front of her.

Naw. Madde looked too sweet with her thumb against those baby lips. Still, Raya went in for the tickle-kiss behind Madde's left ear. And when Madde squirmed she flopped on top of that generous ass and gave it a good grind. But it was really about just pressing herself tight and dying in the wonderful warmth of that full body. She whispered.

"Let's eat, and by that I mean 'Let's eat, Mads, because I for one, am ravenous, so ravenous that even with this feast in front of me I would really much rather go for that meatball sandwich we just got.' Whaddya say? I have no earthly idea what time it is and I don't give a shit, because we have to meet absolutely nobody's schedule. So. whaddya say, 'up and at 'em'?"

Madde woke up and hit her with a pillow, so they did that for a while. Then they kissed some. Then they went downstairs to eat. The sandwich was delicious, burnt only slightly in the toaster oven. They drank some rosé with it, which was perfect. Ate an eclair, which was messy and required some cleaning of crumbs from lips and chins.

Light was lifting a bit in the windows.

Madde yawned.

"Dunno 'bout you, but I gotta pee and then crash. Y'okay with that?"

Raya took Madde around the waist and hugged her some. No words. Just that.

They went to bed. To sleep.

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When Raya woke up Madde was gone! Her side of the bed was made. Raya peeked over the balcony. Where was Madde's suitcase and pocketbook? The kitchen looked too neat. What? What had she done? Had something happened and Madde had to call a Lyft and rush off? Raya thumbed her phone. No texts. No calls. WTF?

Scrounging a big sweatshirt from her bag, she scouted the living room area. Wait! There was a pretty little fire burning. On the kitchen table her own travel mug. Warm. Coffee like she liked it. An arrow on a sticky pointing toward the door. Another on the door that said, 'beach'. That's all.

Raya took her mug, slid into her flip flops and headed out. Lock the cabin? Madde had the keys...somewhere. Fuck it.

The sun was in the pines and they were fragrant as Raya walked the winding path to the lake. She could see it glinting through the straight trunks of the trees. The path led to a small crescent of a beach with two big flat boulders at one end. A tiny dock jutted into the water, a battered rowboat tied to it. A small platform was about fifty yards out and someone, a woman, Madde, was lying on it, nude.

"Mads! Hey!"

"Hey! Good morning! Come on in."

"You're naked."

"Yup. feels great."

"How's the water?"

"Great. And cold; turn your nipples to ice cubes."

"Yeah, well maybe no."

"You have to."

"I don't."

"C'mon. I did. It's great once you get over the shock. Swim out here. I promise to warm your nipples."

"Tempting, if you put it that way, but...I need my suit, I'm not..."

"You don't. Nobody to see. And if any nosy parkers come by we jump in the water..."

"And freeze our nipples off..."

"Or we dance on the raft and make their day...c'mon...it'll be our thing."

"Shit, shit, shit...okay."

Raya shed the sweatshirt, her sleep T and briefs. Her nips were already complaining.

"Best to do it fast. Jump in and swim hard."

"Okay, okay. Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Really? Fast?"

"Raya, do it. Splash water on your face, your chest. Turn down your thermostats."

"Okay, okay. Keeeeeerist! Okay, shit, in...I can't believe I'm doing this. Can't believe I fell for a cruel sadist. Oh shit, here goes...."

Raya dove under the water and came up spitting.

"Whoa, my face is frizz and I swear there are things tickling my wubbly bits...."

"Swim, just swim hard like I know you can do. C'mon, Raya, it'd me out here waiting for you..."

"Yeah, but...it's...me...in this...frikkin...freezing water. Okay, I'm coming."

Raya thrashed her way to the raft and hauled herself out in a hurry.

"Sheeeit! No towels nor nuffin out here. I need something warm to cover me..."

"Well...how about...me?"

"Uuuum, sure." Raya flopped down on the somewhat warm wood, cadging some heat on her frozen nipples. Madde wasted no time in stretching her warmer curvy body along Raya's more athletic form. Madde's hips moulded around Raya's muscular bottom, her ample breasts crushing into Raya's strong back. Squirming a bit to 'get comfortable'. Raya didn't seem to mind at all.

"My feet are still cold, but I don't give a shit. Aaaalmost makes up for freezing my tits off. Oh, Mads, I do love you, crazy woman."

Madde nuzzled her mouth into the nook between Raya's shoulder and ear.

"Ooooh, did I hear the L word? Oooh, and it's LL! Well, hell, I'm down for LL..." She kissed some Raya neck and Raya squirmed under her.

"Mads, I'm lovin' this; but if I get splinters in my nips you are going to have to pull them out, gently, with your teeth. I'd turn over and let you start the process, only I kinda like this just like we are, and it's great having your hips on my hips and yet not having something working its way...." Madde was giggle.

"What?"

Madde giggled dirty. "Oh, nothing, just a little surprise for later...."

"Tell...tell..."

"Nope, nope...."

The giant mosquito sound of a jet ski grew louder.

"Oh crap. Jet ski. Unless that's some nice bike dyke riding her water hog, we are about to be revealed to some male somebody who just might get too interested in two hotties making like seals on a raft. I fear it is time to hit the drink before we are discovered in flagrante delicto."

Madde peeled herself off Raya and in two beats was in the water.

"C'mon, beautiful nekkid lady. Get that magnificent round ass into the water!"

"D'wanna!"

"Hey, move! Mr. Macho just rounded the point and he's cutting big rooster tails into the air to show us he has a really big...engine. Let's go! Besides, as cold as I am this moment I am still seriously hot for you." Madde splashed some serious cold water all over Raya, making her scream. In a second she was in the water splashing Madde in the face and pinching her nipples under the surface.

"Hey, hey, hey! Chill. Don't want to haul Mr. Macho over here to investigate. Let the dude just cruise on down the road."

It was easy enough to stay hidden in the shelter of the raft, one hand on damp wood, the other on the cool flesh of a warm woman.

"Okay, gone, let's go. I'm in serious need of warming up." They charged toward the shore, up onto the beach and chased each other screaming through the woods. Slammed the door of the cabin and hung off each other, damp and panting in the almost warmth from the fire.

"Madde, towels. I'm gonna get the fire going hot." Raya did, piling several logs on until they caught and started roaring. Madde came up behind her and wrapped a towel around her and started drying Raya's tight curls.

"Wait, wait, wait. Watch this." Raya bent forward and shook her head like crazy, sending droplets all over Madde and hissing into the fire. "So, just like that, almost dry. You try it."

Madde did the same and Raya got a little wet, but it wasn't the same.

"Okay, okay Raya, you win. Your bouncy locks are just plain better at shedding water. My frizzles just get stringy. So please, just rub this towel into my hair hard. You know I hate using a hair drier. My hair gets brittle and decides to go in every direction. Yeah, that's good. Get your fingers into my scalp, now. Let all those natural potions out. Hey, maybe my mop will dry enough if we lie by the fire for a while. Let's drag those cushions off the couch and settee and spread 'em out here next to the fire.

"Did you see a quilt or something in that cupboard? Yeah, that and a down comforter and we can make a nest Girl, we are set."

They stretched out on the cushions, bundled in the quilt and comforter on their bellies with their heads toward the fire. It was crackling now and the room was getting warmer. Raya foozled Madde's hair, enjoying the damp feel of it, the way the tendrils caught the fire light. She pressed her fingers into Madde's big skull and Madde cooed.

"Please don't ever, ever stop doing that. I'm in heaven."

"But I badly need to squeeze other parts of you."

"Soon come, as they say in Jamaica. But right now I don't want to get hot and bothered, even though I do want to get warm. I need to see you, to really, really get the feeling that you are actually here in the room with me, that I can reach out my mouth toward that cinnamon skin and it will really be right there. Can you get that...?"

"Uh huh. But I so have been dreaming of getting you all messed up and just..."

Raya had uncovered some of Madde's nice round ass and she couldn't help stroking it, fascinated by the contrast of her mahogany fingers with their paler palms against the vanilla ice cream of Madde's skin. When she took a handful of ass and squeezed it the flesh, now imprinted with the red marks from her fingers, jiggled a moment. She wanted to kiss, squeeze, bite it so much. So she did nothing, pulling the towel across it again and placing her hand on Madde's strong back. She could feel the dancer's muscles under the towel along Madde's spine. Strong feelings filled her chest to the point where it ached a little. She lay down and nestled her face into Madde's shoulder. She almost needed to hold her breath, just to keep the moment so perfect.

"Raya, my stomach's rumbling. I think we need one of your omelets and some toast with some of that organic strawberry jam. I could just hang like this with you forever, but my stomach is saying, 'Feed me!'

She lifted her head off her ams with a silly grin and Raya found her lips and got lost in them until she heard Madde's gut give a loud growl.

"Okay, okay, food first. Actually, clothes first because it's drafty in here. Now where did I pack my sweats?"

She pushed up from the pillows and scrambled up the ladder.

"Where the fuck...where the fuck...where the fuck...? Ah, here they are...aaaaand, gotta pee." the tinkle, the flush. "O...K, eggs."

Raya slid down the ladder and started rattling stuff in the kitchen.

"Yup, yup, yup, they got everything I need...aaaand....eggs. C'mon Mads, you do the toast. I know you like it just a certain brown."

Madde was pulling snarls out of her hair. But she got up slowly and headed for the kitchen.

"We did buy bread, right? I know I wanted to. Yep, sourdough, perfect."

All through a leisurely morning the two roommates hung out quietly together: They sat down at the little yellow round dining table and ate their eggs and toast together much as they had many times at USF. They cleaned up the dishes and put away their clothes, remarking on anything new they had not seen before.

"Hey Mads, those are new...and what...three sets with matching top and bottom in...what...okay, pink, yeah...and lavender...yeah...and...turquoise. Nice. although, I'll bet the store called them, what...blush, violet, and...teal. Yuh?"

"Of course. But it was the fit that made the diff."

"They let you try them on?"

"Over my others, yeah. NBD. I knew they were right when I saw them. What about yours?"

"Black, black, and black. Cotton, lacy, and silky. Hey, a girl's got to change it up."

"How about when you run...work out?"

"Uh...nothing. Sweats alone. Hey, is that a new cami?"

"Present from my mom. I thought I'd hate it. You know I don't like flowers and patterns a lot. But it kind of grew on me."

"Put it on."

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"What the fuck." Madde stripped off her USF sweatshirt, Pulled on the camisole."

"Ta dah!"

"Ta dah is right. Prolly looks fine with a bra under, but like this, with your nips saying hello...well, maybe it's just me..."

"Mmm mm, other people like it too."

"Other people?"

"Yeah, I got a compliment or two."

"I hope they didn't get to rub up against you and see what happens like this...oh yes."

Madde was blushing.

"Oooh, somebody did get some compliments..."

"Yuh."

"Well, good on you, beautiful. You deserve all of them."

"I guess so..."

"No no, no. Every one should see you the way I see you, right?"

Madde was blushing even deeper.

"Wait. Hey. Somebody did, right?"

Madde was biting her lip; shaking her head.

"What?"

"Not now, okay? Let's have a good day, okay. Hey, I know, let's go shopping. I saw online that there is this great little street with lots of places. Yeah, I'm about it."

And Madde dove into the bureau to get her 'go shopping' clothes. Raya watched the bustle and said nothing. All of a sudden it was like the last thing Madde wanted was to be touched by Raya. Okay. Whatever. Shop.

And they did. Not like in the movies, where they walk out of Bloomindales or Saks with all kinds of bags on their arms. Raya got a great pair of raggedy cutoffs from the thrift store, and Madde found an only slightly battered Hello Kitty with a waggly arm for two bucks. They had satay chicken on a stick with peanut sauce for lunch and amazing salads from local farms with really crunchy purple cabbage. They spotted a funky movie house that was actually an old barn, but they were playing vintage movies, so they bought tickets in advance for Breakfast At Tiffany's and Rear Window.

They spotted a tattoo parlor.

"Do you want to...?" Madde peered into Raya's face. Raya thought about it.

"Hmm. Yeah. Well, nothing too big. Or in a place where I can't wear something nice without everybody saying, 'WTF is that?' Like I'm wearing a low cut sun dress and there's a skull peeking up between my boobs. So, pretty, and discreet. If I like it."

"So that's a 'yes'?"

"That's maybe a 'yes'."

The tattoo place could have been sinister; like decked out for fierce bikers, but it wasn't. It was actually kind of jolly; with pix of funny animals around the walls; a panel with amazing florals; abstract stuff based on Northwest Indigenous, or Chinese, or Muslim. The person who greeted them was a woman. Full sleeve tattoos and a scene in the woods with mystical creatures on her back.

"Piercing? Tat? Temporary tat? Henna hands? Cat makeup? I'm thinking matching tattoos, right?"

Madde looked at Raya and grinned. Both nodded.

"But it has to be just right, right? So take your time." She showed them to the little 'library' where there were all sorts of folders with different designs. Raya was flipping rather fast through the catalogs, a little frown between her brows.

"No...no...nope...nope...nnnnope."

"Hey, Raya, do you want to forget it? This isn't something we have to do at all."

"That's not it. Two things. If I put something on my body, for permanent, it has to be exactly right. Not just for now, but forever. And. And if we are doing this together, to sort of celebrate us, and now then it has to be...I don't know...right...us. Know what I'm saying?"

"Mm hmm. So let me know if you see something...or not. Maybe we forget it, or maybe make something up ourselves and do it another time. Deal?"

"Yeah." Raya bent over and kissed Madde. And she didn't give a shit that the tattoo artist was watching. From the look of her, she was gay, or went both ways, or fucked everyone. Who cared? This was about them.

They had about given up when the woman...she named herself as Sage...came over to them with an artist's pad.

"Hey, it looks like you aren't finding anything. That's OK. Maybe I just don't have it here. But looking at you two I had an idea: Here is something I have been working on. It's just about done; but I would tweak it some for you two. I'm guessing you want something that 'says' your 'friendship,' right? And there's something about you that says you are sort of the same, but different. Okay? So I have been working on these dragons. I really wanted them to be girl dragons; not girly girly wrapped in rainbows, but something in their shape and color that says 'female power' or like that. Mm? So here's this...."