Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2013 23:51:00 -0800 (PST) From: Name Name Subject: Carried Away Part 4 I want to apologize for how long this one took. I know many of you were waiting anxiously months ago, but unfortunately life got in the way. But I never forgot! Here's part 4. As always, I'd love to hear what you think - samajasan@yahoo.com The droning of cicadas thrummed rhythmically, almost in time to the clicking of Carrie's bike. She thought about little besides her breath as they mounted another hill and began to coast back down, her shadow stretching 20 feet in front of her to touch the back wheel of Sara's much pricier cycle. She watched Sara's iron legs pumping away and wished that she herself spent less time inside and more exercising. She wasn't exactly out of shape, but the two had barely biked two miles and already Carrie was ready to quit. As if on cue they rounded another bend into a dead end, the street butting up to the bottom of a 5 foot cliff. Beyond that lay forests and farmland, places the two had explored every day during the summers of their youth. They both dismounted, wheeling their bikes over to be U-Locked onto a thin but tall sapling nearby. Carrie wasted no time grabbing for her water bottle and hastily quenching her thirst. "Can I have some?" Sara asked. She didn't even have the decency to break a sweat after what, for her, was a light warmup. Carrie just pointed at Sara's waterbottle and raised an eyebrow. Sara followed he finger, then shook her head. "Not water." Tossing her friend the bottle, Carrie made a "go on" gesture, but Sara was already drinking. After she'd swallowed, gargled, and spit, Sara grabbed her own bottle and shook it. She tossed it to Carrie. A small whiff was enough. "Where did you get this?" "Made it myself, in the bathtub. Special recipe." She pulled a backpack out of the pannier on the rear of her bike and shrugged it on. She stepped close to Carrie, but the other girl stepped back and glanced around guiltily. "Come on, it's not like anyone's gonna drive by." Carrie still shied away, so Sara shrugged and with a loving slap on other girl's ass she skipped off into the wilderness. ***** It was fully dark by the time the two arrived at their usual spot, a shame since Carrie enjoyed the vista of the sun setting over the city. The moon was nearly full, which was lucky because neither had remembered to bring a flashlight. Carrie had barely set her bag down before Sara had tumbled her to the ground. She didn't resist, and soon the two were making out clumsily beneath the stars. It hadn't been two minutes before Sara's hands began to wander to slowly lift her sports bra. But Carrie stopped her, pushing Sara off to sit up. "Can we at least lay out the blanket first? I don't want to explain poison ivy on my tits." Sara giggled and rolled over. She yanked a ratty old plaid blanket out of her sack and tossed it out haphazardly, then flopped down and curled her finger seductively. Carrie just stood and shook her head, so with a petulant sigh the blonde stood and arranged the blanket neatly. And so, smiling, Carrie kneeled down and softly kissed her friend once again. This time was much less clumsy and soon the two had dropped their smiles. Sara was overcome with desire and pushed her friend too the ground, perhaps a tad more roughly than she would have normally. She kissed her way down Carrie's neck into her slight cleavage, pulling the shirt down until she was lightly licking an exposed nipple. Carrie gasped and arched back. She dug her nails into Sara's back and tried to identify constellations. Ursa Minor. Sara's hands circled the small of her back and pushed down into her back pockets. Orion. Carrie lifted herself slightly to allow her shorts to slip down as Sara kissed her way past her belly button. Cassiopeia. Sara lightly kissed her panties, cold and damp with sweat from the earlier ride, then reached forward to pull them aside. "Wait!" Sara's tongue, licking its way up the inner thigh, paused mere inches away. She looked up, "What's wrong babe?" Carrie sat up and curled forward, holding her head in her hands, then gently pulled her friend's face upwards for a small kiss. She was silent for a bit, then, "my legs are freezing, can you pass me my shorts?" With a sigh Sara picked herself up and located them, sitting back while they were pulled back on. It wasn't even cold out. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, no," Carrie wouldn't meet her eyes. "I'm sorry I just...I don't know if I'm ready for that. You know what I mean? It just makes it seem so..." "Real?" "Yeah." She smiled sheepishly. "Are you disappointed?" "A little" Sara admitted, but she reached over for Carrie's hand and held it. "But I can wait" A smile. "Thank you" ***** Sara took a sip of her stolen gin and watched Carrie swaying to the slow beat from the surprisingly strong smartphone speaker. To tell the truth, she was relieved. She'd read more than her fair share of stories, so she knew how things were supposed to work. One of them had to be aggressive, and had to lick the other one between the legs. Sara had practiced late at night, pretending a small rumple in the covers was a clit. But when it came time to try she had been terrified! She could smell Carrie and it didn't turn her on like in the stories, it was just weird. And what if she was awful at it? Smooth guitar began to play. Clapton. Carrie reached out, her eyes still closed, so Sarah took her hand. Soon they were slow dancing together under he stars, heads on shoulders. This was what Sara wanted. Not crazy sexual fantasies about girls gone wild. She just wanted to dance with Carrie forever. ***** Carrie felt dizzy. She'd only had a few sips of the alcohol and at first felt fine, but now it was starting to take effect. Any other time it might have been scary. She didn't want to admit to Sara it was her first drink - she was pretty sure Sara was an old hand at it. She seemed more experienced with everything. As Wonderful Tonight faded out the two continued to dance in silence until a familiar laugh broke it. "Yo, I'll tell you what I want..." The two broke apart and grinned, remembering sleepovers when they'd listened to the Spice Girls on repeat and jumped on the bed. Soon, the two were dancing, singing into their phones like microphones. At "wind it all around" she began to spin, because it seemed like the right thing to do. But she lost her balance and grabbed Sara, tumbling them both to the ground, missing the blanket entirely. Sara ended up on top of her, laughing, singing "wanna see ya say 'ah'". And in that moment she was the sexiest thing Carrie could imagine. Carrie pulled her in and kissed her fiercely, grabbing at her body. Sara didn't complain, kissing back just as hard. Soon, both shirts were off and the music stopped as they knelt in the grass kissing. Carrie pushed Sara onto the ground and held herself a hairs breadth away. Their gin breath mixed as they locked eyes, neither one moving. "I want to see you say 'ah'" ***** Sara closed her eyes and felt Carrie kissing her way down her stomach. It was all happening so fast, and yet it seemed to take a lifetime until she reached between her breasts...then her belly button...and finally her shorts. Carrie didn't ask permission to pull them off. Sara didn't know if she could have given it, but soon they were off nonetheless, and her panties with them. She felt lips brush the inside of her leg... And then, light as a feather, a kiss. Sara gasped and grabbed at clumps of grass. She had pleasured herself before, and she had read about these things, but somehow this burst through all those expectations. Just a simple kiss. A lick soon followed, tentatively vertical. Sara reached down and felt the top of Carrie's head. It rose slightly. "Am I-" "Oh God yes!" Carrie began slowly. Sara, who had been practicing all the mechanics of this all those nights, had no idea what Carrie was doing. Some part of her wanted to watch, to remember. But that was a small part. The rest of her just let go. She could hear the wind rustling the trees. A far-off owl. She began to gasp, and then to moan, then to scream. She bit her knuckle as she began to climax, folding upwards as she did. The oral assault continued, switching from gentle kisses to aggressive licking and back. Soon Sara had cum twice more, each one stronger than the last. Carrie pulled away briefly. "Is this ok?" Sara pulled her friend up and kissed her passionately. Once she had thought the idea of tasting herself like this was gross, but she didn't care anymore. "Oh. My. God. How. Are. You. So. Good. At. This." She managed to say between frantic kisses. "Really? You don't want to stop?" A long kiss. Then, "Never stop." Carrie smiled and slid back down. ***** An hour later they were snuggled in each other's arms, the blanket wrapped around their naked forms. Sara still occasionally twitched in her sleep, or bent forward and moaned softly. Carrie smiled and closed her eyes as well, knowing what dreams awaited. But good as they were, the fantasy could never match the reality that awaited when she would awake.