Going Home – A Foundation

'Stop!' she screamed. 'Stop, stop, stop. Please stop!' An echo replayed her cries for mercy. One last thrust with my tongue caused her to tremble uncontrollably. I let go of her hips. Gwen fell sideways, her head coming to rest on the grass, her leg across my hips.

I sat up, moved to embrace her, and lifted her into my arms. Her was shoulders were shaking, her legs were trembling. Her whole body seemed to be vibrating. Her face, neck upper chest and the top of her breasts were bright pink. Breaths came in deep, forceful gasps. I held her tightly and kissed her ear. As her breathing slowed, she closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them. She had a fixed stare at something far away.

I, too, was dazed by what we had just finished. Slowly, my faculties began to sharpen. Gwen was a wreck. She was still breathing hard, although the pace had slowed. Her lower face and neck were coated with a mix of saliva and semen. More ran from the left side of her mouth onto the bend at my elbow. Her body twitched and jerked. Her legs were still trembling.

Gwen looked up at me with a kind of blank expression. 'Are you alright?' I asked. Gen took a few more breaths, wiped the left side of her mouth with the back of her hand.

'You bastard.' she said softly, her breathing still a little labored. 'Are you trying to kill me?' Trying was emphasized. 'Why didn't you stop when I told you to? I thought I was going to explode.'

'It seemed like you were enjoying what I was doing. I love you, Gwen. There isn't anything I won't do for you.'

Gwen twisted out of my arms and sat up suddenly. Her body stiff. She looked stunned. She got up and turned away from me. She wandered around, changing directions erratically, never settling on a destination. Finally, she walked toward the pool, still naked. She went under the waterfall and rinsed herself off. I followed behind her but stayed back. When she finished rinsing, she walked away from the falls and leaned against a rock bathed in sunlight. She watched me curiously while I rinsed off. When I was done she headed toward the blanket and I followed behind once again.

When we got to the blanket she dressed silently and sat down. She seemed to watch me warily while I dressed. Her odd behavior was disconcerting.

'I'm hungry. What did you bring for lunch?' she finally asked quietly.

I was still confused, not knowing what was wrong. Her behavior seemed more than a little odd. I began unpacking lunch. 'I found an Italian delicatessan near campus. I have a crusty Tuscan bread, sweet sopressata, sliced mortadella, olives, imported provolone, pesto, dates, and pignoli cookies.' I unpacked the food, a sharp knife, a small cutting board, a butter knife to spread the pesto, two plates, and cloth napkins while I spoke.

Gwen took the sharp knife and the cutting board and began slicing the sopressata. 'Did you really say that?' she asked, not looking at me but watching what she was doing with the knife.

'Say what?' I responded impatiently, wondering what she was talking about. She was acting very strangely. I couldn't figure out what was wrong and why she suddenly seemed so distant.

'You said you love me.'

'Yes! Is something wrong with that?'

'That's dangerous territory, Jonas. Did you mean it? Really mean it.'

'Of course! I don't say things I don't mean.'

Before I knew what was going on, Gwen dropped the knife and threw herself at me. I was assaulted with kisses -- my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, my ears, and finally my lips.

Now I was really confused. When she stopped, I asked, "What's going on? First you called me a bastard and asked if I was trying to kill you. Then you got quiet and distant. What the hell did I do?'

'You blurted out you loved me. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know whether to believe you. I had to think. And I was in a state that made that difficult.'

'I do love you, Gwen. I first knew it when you sat me down to talk to me our first night in Paris. But I'd only just met you. I couldn't say anything like that then. How would you have reacted to a guy telling you he loved you after two days? You'd have thought it was all about getting you to let me sleep with you. And you made it clear I had to go when your friend got back. I was on the verge of tears all the way to Le Havre.'

'I did kind of push you away,' Gwen said. 'But I didn't know you. In fact, there's still much we need to know about us. But, Jonas, I think love you, too. It's the only way I can explain the way I respond to you. I've never felt like this about anyone. I never wanted to do the things we've done before I met you. I want to be with you all the time. You're my first thought in the morning and last thought at night. I dream about you and it's driving me crazy. I turn into a sex-crazed maniac when I'm with you. I even think about you when I finger myself. I don't understand how this happened so fast. I thought it would take a long time to develop these feelings. It scares me.'

'I don't want to hurry, Gwen. Our schedules are crazy. I'll be here at least three years. You have at least two facing you. We have time. There's no need to rush. We should get to know each other better. But know this, I love you and I can't see spending my life with anyone else.' I told her. 'Besides, we're both students. We can't afford to get married. I'm not ready to ask and I can't believe you're ready to say yes.'

Gwen grew quiet again and sat staring at off in the distance and thinking. I could see the wheels turning but couldn't read her thoughts.

'Let's eat lunch and head back to the parking area,' I said.

Gwen snapped back to reality. We worked together to prepare lunch and dug in. Between the hike and the sex, we were both very hungry. When we finished, there was only a little bread and sopressata left. I wrapped the leftovers and set them aside on a flat rock. I got up to fold the blanket.

'Not yet,' said Gwen. 'Let's talk for a bit.'

'OK,' I said. 'What's on your mind?' I asked nervously. The last couple of hours had taken some twists and turns I could not have anticipated. I wondered if I should be worried what was next.

'Well, I don't really want to talk.' Gwen said as she moved closer. 'I have something else in mind.' Gwen leaned forward and kissed me deeply. 'Lie down.' she said.

I obliged her. She straddled my hips and sat on my now hardening cock. She unbuttoned my shirt and began caressing my chest. Her hips started to slide back and forth on my cock. I could feel the pressure building. I reached up to cup her breasts but she caught my hands, interlocked her fingers and squeezed tight. My cock was trapped in my pants and wanted out. After dry-humping for a few more minutes, Gwen slid down and sat on my knees. She released my hands and loosened my belt. After slowly unzipping my pants, she unbuttoned the waist and reached inside my shorts and pulled my cock through the fly.

'I had four orgasms earlier. I'm not sure I could stand another today. But I still want you.' she smiled. 'I'm going to enjoy this almost as much as you're going to.'

With that she leaned forward and licked the head of my cock. I inhaled sharply as she encircled the head with her lips and sucked gently. Gwen's hips moved back and forth as she moved her mouth up and down my cock. I lifted my knee a bit to increase the pressure on her pussy. She released my cock from her mouth and went upright on her knees. She unbuttoned the waist on her skirt, pulled it over head and tossed it next to me on the blanket. Once the skirt was gone, she leaned forward and took my cock back into her mouth. She lifted a leg and placed it between mine, then lowered herself and started rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her crotch against my shin. While she sucked my cock, the movement of her hips pushed my pants leg up until eventually I could feel damp cloth rubbing against the bare skin of my leg.

Gwen began to moan and the vibration increased the stimulation of my cock. Her mouth was warm and wet and the suction was driving me crazy. As the sensations became more intense, I reached down and entwined my fingers in her hair. After only a couple more trips up and down my cock, the familiar pins and needles began on the skin encasing my testicles. When the sensation began to travel up my cock, I knew what was about to happen but couldn't stop it. My hips lifted up involuntarily and Gwen's hands grabbed my buttocks and pulled herself down until her mouth bottomed out at the base of my cock. Gwen coughed when a contraction of my cockhead squeezed out the first eruption. She backed off a bit and swallowed. With each contraction of my cockhead, Gwen increased the suction and then released it as she swallowed. She did this more times than I could count. She timed application of suction with the contraction of my cockhead. It felt like she was trying to suck out every drop.

Her hips hadn't stopped moving. Suddenly, she shuddered and pushed her crotch down hard. I could feel an increase in wetness as an orgasm soaked her panties. One last contraction of my cockhead pumped the last bit of cum into her mouth but I didn't feel her swallow this time. She withdrew her mouth from my cock slowly, keeping her lips tight around it. As my cock exited her mouth, her lips closed tight. Once Gwen had released my cock, she sat back for a moment and rubbed her pussy back and forth on my shin a couple more times, her eyes closed, a look of bliss on her face.

When she opened her eyes, she smiled. Gwen leaned forward and kissed the middle of my chest, above my heart. She lifted her eyes to look into mine and let the semen in her mouth escape and pool on my chest. Still looking into my eyes, she sucked it back into mouth. With her mouth closed, she swished it around and then let it dribble out again onto my chest. Once again, she sucked it up but this time swallowed. Her eyes never left mine.

'I'm hot.' she said and stood up. 'Come, let's cool off before we start back.' She stripped off all her clothes and headed toward the pool and waterfall. I stripped down, too, and followed. We stood under the falls and held each other tight, her head on my shoulder. The screech of a hawk broke our reverie and we reluctantly walked back to the blanket hand in hand. The dry air cooled and dried us quickly. We dressed and finished packing then headed back down the trail.

It was after 3:00 PM when we set out. Despite all that had happened, it seemed like we had only been there a short time. The steep climb made for tricky footing on the way down, as I had warned. I led this time and had to help Gwen frequently. When we arrived at the truck, Pete hadn't yet returned.

Although the temperature had started to cool, it was still quite warm. When we arrived at the truck, I grabbed the ice pick and two cups from the cab. The block of ice had melted somewhat but there was still plenty of it. I chipped some ice and filled the paper cups. I poured water from one of the jerry cans into the cups. The can was awkward to handle and the mouth of the can was large. Gwen had to hold the cups while I poured. I spilled quite a bit of water filling the cups. We sat side-by-side on the tailgate and drank, refilling the cups with ice and water several times.

Pete arrived about forty-five minutes after we did, dirty, red-faced, overheated, and dog-tired. I fixed a cup of ice water for him while he secured his gear and specimens.

'How did it go?' I asked. 'Did you have any luck?'

'It was a good day.' he said. 'I think I've confirmed the location of the fault. I found evidence of recent movement in six places over about a two-mile stretch. I've got more work to do and I've got to bring a team next time. I also collected some interesting mineral specimens. They're nothing special. In fact, they're common minerals. I still have to confirm what they are in the lab, but I don't think they've been identified here before. How did you do? Have a good hike?'

Gwen piped in, 'It was a great hike! I really enjoyed it.'

'Where did you go?' he asked.

Again Gwen answered. 'We took the trail less traveled.'

Pete laughed. 'You found Angelo's sign. He painted that when he was a sophomore. His idea of a joke. Both trails go to the same place although there are some additional options off the other trail. The trail to the right is very popular hike once the weather cools a bit. It's also a relatively easy hike. The trail Angelo's sign indicates is a very tough climb. I should take it down. Did you make it to the waterfall?' he asked.

Gwen looked at me and I smirked at her. Her desire to take the trail less traveled had made the hike harder than it had to be. She just smiled sheepishly.

'We did.' Gwen said. 'First we got our feet wet but then decided to get under the falls. It felt wonderful. We really needed to cool off. It was hot.'

Pete had his back to Gwen while he refilled his cup but I thought I saw him start a bit when Gwen said we went under the falls. Gwen was looking at me with a devilish smile.

While still facing away from Gwen, Pete asked, 'Did you guys hear someone scream? It was really weird. It sounded like someone was screaming Stop! Stop! Stop! I hope someone wasn't getting murdered or something up there.' Gwen had her back to us when Pete turned to face us but I could tell the question had her red-faced.

'No, we didn't hear anything.' I said, before changing the subject. 'Who is Angelo?'

Pete grew pensive and stared at the mountain. 'He was a Geology major a few years behind me. We joined the Army together in early 1942. We were assigned to the same unit and fought together in North Africa. I was the better student; he was the better soldier. He was assigned to another unit when he made sergeant. By the time we left North Africa, he had earned a field commission. I heard he made Captain before going to Sicily. He was KIA somewhere in Sicily.'

Tears flowed freely down Gwen's face. 'My brother died at Normandy.' she choked out.

Pete looked at her sadly. 'I'm sorry.'

'No, Pete. I'm sorry.' I thought of, but didn't mention, my mother. No point in making matters worse.

Pete secured the jerry can and we climbed in the pickup bed. No one talked on the drive back to campus. I walked Gwen back to her dorm, where she gave me a peck on the cheek and quietly went inside. I headed to my apartment, fixed a sandwich, took a shower and did some reading before going to bed.

I had managed to get ahead of my lesson plans and Dr. Evans was away from campus so I had the next two weekends off. Gwen's classes began to seem less demanding. Everything started falling into place for her. She developed an automated process for producing the chemical compounds that Dr. Evans needed. She could set it up, start it and leave it unattended overnight. When she came back the next day, all she had to do was package the output, dispose of the byproduct, clean the apparatus, refill it, and start it again. She wanted to take a break, so we planned a trip together for the weekend after our hike.

Neither Gwen nor I had to attend classes on Friday although I taught a class that day. I canceled class and gave them the day off. They would still be accountable for the assigned reading and homework. I gave them mimeographed copies of my planned lecture. They were more than happy with the deal. Gwen and I also decided to skip our Monday classes so we would have a four-day weekend.

I obtained a driver's license while in Los Angeles with my father but hadn't bought a car. I found and bought a 1934 Chevy that was in pretty good shape. I bought a tent, sleeping bags, a camp stove, and other camping supplies at an Army surplus store. I packed canned goods and a few pots and pans from my apartment. Pete lent us his jerry cans. I borrowed a steel box lined with a new material called Styrofoam that we used in the Physics Lab when we packed devices in dry ice. We stocked the box with perishables like eggs, butter, milk, and meat. A block of dry ice would keep it all cold.

We left Thursday afternoon and drove until after dark. We found a place to safely park and slept in the car. We arrived at Sequoia National Park midmorning, and stopped at the park office to get a campsite. Before even moving a muscle, the man at the park office asked if we were married. Gwen grinned widely and said we were on our honeymoon. He gave us a map of the park and showed us where our site was. It was in quiet area where we'd probably be alone for the weekend he told us. The number of visitors had dropped off once school opened.

After setting up camp, we went for a walk. The size of the trees had us speechless. At times, it was like being in a cathedral. Giant pillars soared skyward. It was quiet and cool. Cones littered the ground. There was a pleasant, invigorating, earthy smell. We barely spoke for fear of disturbing the quiet.

We saw no one in the park at all. We wandered off a main trail onto a small side trail. The trail ended at a small clearing in a stand of giants. There was a one-room cabin with redwood siding. A dirt road approached the cabin from another direction. A sign indicated the cabin was National Park Service property. We looked through a window and saw it was mostly empty. Only a small table and two chairs were against one wall. It was also locked up tight.

Gwen disappeared around back of the cabin for a moment and came back and motioned for me to follow. There were no windows in the backside of the cabin. She led me into the trees behind the cabin and pulled me behind a tree so that we were completely hidden from the clearing.

'I've got a present for you.' she told me. She reached into her skirt pocket and pulled out a square foil packet. 'It was hard for me to bring myself to ask for these.'

I kissed her and reached into my front pocket and withdrew my own foil packet. 'We seem to think alike.' I smiled.

Gwen wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. 'We seem to be alone. Or do you want to wait until we're back in the tent?' Her hand wandered down and rubbed my cock, hinting at what she wanted.

I spun her around so she was against the redwood and dropped to my knees. I lifted her skirt and slipped my head under it. I lifted her right leg and slipped my shoulder under her knee. My mouth found the crotch of her panties and I nibbled at the spot I knew covered her clit. I heard her suck in a breath and felt her hands go to the back of my head and hold it through her skirt. I stuck my tongue out and pushed against her panties in the same spot. I heard her suck in another breath as she tried to push her pussy into my mouth. Her hands pulled my head into her. I grabbed the crotch of the panties and tore them open, uncovering her sex. Gwen gasped at the sound of tearing cloth and groaned when I stuck my tongue into her.

'No, no, no.' she pleaded. 'Not this time. Put your cock in me. I want your hard cock in me. Please.' Her hands released my head. By the time I disentangled from her skirt, she was already tearing the foil packet. I unbuckled and dropped my pants just in time for her to reach for my cock. She gave my cock a couple of tugs then rolled the condom on.

Once I was covered, she wrapped her arms around my neck while I lifted her skirt and grabbed her hips. She hopped up and lifted herself using my neck for leverage. Amazingly, she smoothly impaled herself on my cock as she wrapped her legs around me, groaning as I entered her. With my arms around her waist and hers tightly wrapped around my neck, we started thrusting our hips back and forth. It wasn't as intimate with the condom but she still felt incredible as my cock slid in and out of her. We quickly established a rapid rhythm. Our mouths were locked together. Our tongues entwined and danced. It wasn't at all graceful or elegant. But it was exciting. And effective.