The Meeting Point (5 page)

Deborah grinned and hugged herself as best she could in the tight space, trying to avoid getting her hair caught in the bed springs.

“I can't just magic one out of thin air.” The feet started to retreat again. “I'll have to get it made up.”

“Wait,” Marcus said, hopping off the bed and moving to the door. Deborah rolled her eyes again at how swiftly he'd sprung to the nurse. He must have realized too and checked himself, coughing a little. “Here, I was just writing one.” He passed the bit of paper he'd been toying with just before the women came in. “Can you put it up now, please?”

“I'm sure that would be fine, 832. Now please rest. We will be back in a few hours to check on you.” The door closed and Deborah felt strong hands around her ankles. She was dragged out backward and up into his arms in a second.

“Bravo, 832,” she said, kissing him hard. “Bravo.”

 

 

“My legs feel like there's lava flowing instead of blood, Angelo.” Mae's voice was loud and whiny, but Lena was feeling the same. “When can we rest?”

The three of them had been walking for hours. The sun was high in the sky and their clothes and riches were bundled about their bodies, making the going very slow as they hiked over brittle, heathery scrub. Lena was trying her best not to complain, knowing the further they got away, the safer they'd be, but she was exhausted.

“Angelo.” Lena gave in and slumped into the jagged ground. “I can't go another step. Please.”

Finally, he turned and came back toward them. “Look, let's try to at least get to the outskirts of that forest. I can't stand the thought of being out in the open like this for much longer. Here,” he said, reaching into his robes, “share this. It should give you a boost.”

“Food?” Mae sounded incredulous and snatched at the offered candy. “All this time you've had food?” She snapped a block of what looked like a tablet in two and handed half to Lena, whose mouth was watering.

The crystallized sugar block was like heaven on her taste buds and Lena chewed through it, dissolving it quickly between her teeth and copious saliva.

“I think that must be the most divine thing I've ever tasted,” she said dramatically to the indignant looks of her lovers. She blushed. “After you two, of course…”

“I should think so too.” Mae laughed, her sense of fun apparently back.

As the last of the sugar melted, Lena rose to her feet and stretched.

“Well?” Angelo stepped forward and took her hand. “Shall we?”

The threesome continued with renewed determination and headed to the woods.

It didn't take as long as Lena had thought, and soon they were scouring the springy forest floor in search of tinder for a fire.

“I just don't understand it,” she said, placing feathery bits of rotten wood into the pile beside Angelo.

“Don't understand what?” he asked, and Mae crouched beside them both to hear.

“Why has no one come looking for us?”

The two just stared.

“I mean, if they wanted to find us, it would have been easy. They would have done it by now.”

“What makes you say that?” Mae stood up with her hand on her hip as if a little miffed.

“Mae, look to where we've come from.” She spread her hand over to the field they'd just crossed through the trees. “I'm no expert tracker, but even I can see exactly where we've been.”

Mae's pose softened. “Hmm, yeah. Angelo, she's right. What the hell are we doing?”

“Look, we're doing the best we can, that's what.” He struck his flint with a steel hoop wrapped in his knuckles. A flurry of angry little sparks dropped on the tinder and died. “Maybe it's been luck that we've not been caught yet, or maybe we're just not as important as we think we are. Either way, let's just live in the moment.” His head dropped a little. “Please.”

Lena felt suddenly very guilty. It was up to all of them to keep their spirits up. Keep the belief that they could do this and stay alive. She'd been relying on his motivation far too much. Carefully, she took the flint from his hand and unfurled the metal hoop from the other. “You're right,” she said, smiling at her lovers with what she hoped was a confident air. “We have each other and we have now.” She struck the flint and the precious sparks cascaded onto the little pile of tinder. “What else is there?” And as a tiny flame took hold, she really believed it.

Mae crouched down and blew gently on the smoldering materials, her lips a perfect pouting ‘o'. Angelo did the same. As the flame grew and licked at the scraps of twigs, gaining momentum, Lena felt like she was that fire. These two people who fanned the flames of her desire made her a creature of sexual desire and heart-wrenching love. It could easily get out of control and burn up everything she knew. It already had.

Something about the way they both knelt, stooping forward, holding the hair from their faces as they blew, made desire well inside Lena. She imagined it was she they were blowing on, and she began to melt at the imagined sensation.

“Lena, quick, the kindling,” called Angelo quite sternly.

Lena snapped to attention and gathered what she could, passing it over. Her lovers' deft fingers worked together, nestling the twigs in the best places to ignite more flames. Poking and fussing at the heated shrubbery, trying to coax it into fire.

Lena was rolling her eyes at the symbolism, but she couldn't help the way her body was reacting. She went off to gather more combustibles, finding ever bigger bits of wood to burn. Quite a pile had now formed and Lena decided to begin making a shelter while they tended the fire.

She used the robes and furs, placing them on a bed of spongy bracken under a long, low branch. Taking the bags and bundles they'd all brought, she rifled through it all, finding a sheet that Mae must have packed.
Perfect
, she thought and pulled it from the bag. Something fairly heavy fell from the tangle of fabric with a thud onto the robes.

Lena squealed in delight at what Mae had smuggled from The Wasp's chamber.

“You found it then,” said Mae, sneaking up behind her and placing her long fingers around the nape of Lena's neck.

Lena stooped to pick up the large strap-on cock that Mae had fucked her with just the day before.

“I was hoping you'd brought it,” she whispered, thinking back to the moment Mae had hidden something at their escape.

Mae's fingers tightened at Lena's neck and she pulled her sideways, kissing her jaw, raising a flurry of nerve endings.

Lena caressed the fake dick, getting wet at the memory of it sliding into her pussy as Angelo had been in her behind. It had been the most glorious feeling and was the moment their bond had been complete.

“Do you want me to fuck you again?” Mae's other hand trailed down the outside of Lena's thigh to the hem of her dress and pulled it up. Lena sighed as cool, long fingers walked their way to the front of her legs, delving into the furry cleft, feeling her wet desire.

“Yes,” she said, her voice breathy and thick. Her hands were trembling on the leather and rubber and Mae's fingers were now prying apart her pussy lips. Mae kissed her then gently took the strap-on. The sound of the buckle chinking alerted Angelo. Lena saw him watching from the corner of her eye.

Mae placed the item on the ground and lifted Lena's dress right off before doing the same with her own. The two naked women stood staring at each other for a few moments. Lena stared at the beauty of her lover's body. Her breasts were full and rounded, her tiny waist giving way to the curve of her hips and dark, dark pubic triangle. She was exquisite, and Lena hoped she made Mae feel that way too.

“You're so fucking gorgeous, Lena,” Mae said, staring at her pussy with such intent that Lena felt like she could come from that look of salacious want alone. To be adored in such a way was magical.

Lena tentatively lifted her arms and began to stroke her own skin, first her tummy, then up to her ribcage, then the crescent beneath her breasts. Mae smiled her approval and did the same, mirroring Lena's motions. Lena watched the dark blush of her nipples pucker into hard little nuts as she lightly ran her fingertips over them. The rustle of dead leaves alerted them to Angelo, who had joined them, pulling off his own clothes as he went.

“No touching, Angelo,” said Mae. “I want Lena to myself this time.”

Lena cast a glance over to him and was pleased to see him smiling and naked with his cock rising between his legs and into his fist.

“Fine by me,” he said, “as long as I get to watch.”

“Of course,” said Mae, picking up the strap-on.

Desire seeped out over Lena's thighs at the sight of her lover fingering the buckles and leather. She opened her legs to allow her building arousal some breathing space, resisting the urge to feel herself up. She wanted to be teased, to hold off and make the sensation more explosive.

With perfect poise and balance, Mae stepped into the harness, sliding it neatly up over her thighs and ass. Hooking the strap through the buckle, she turned to let Lena see the action of her pulling it tight across the top of her buttocks, lifting her cheeks apart a little to show the rosy pucker between. Lena was practically dripping now and her want had become an ache. Angelo had his cock in his fist and was slowly pounding himself.

Mae walked slowly toward Lena, the fake cock swaying comically, and Mae smiled. “Do you like what you see, Lena?” she purred. “Do you like how hard my big, fake dick is for you?”

Lena was blushing ferociously, fully aware that Mae was goading her natural shyness and reserve. She nodded.

“Tell me then,” Mae said, running her hand along the rubber shaft, mimicking Angelo's movements. “Tell me what you want me to do with it.”

Lena glanced at Angelo and back to Mae. She was turned on beyond belief. She wished she could throw away all her inhibitions and be more like Mae, but the words clung to the back of her throat and wouldn't come out.

“Fine.” Mae came even closer. “I'll tell you what I know you want me to do with it.”

Lena was relieved and her arousal swelled, her sex plump and hot. She loved Mae's filthy words coming from her sexy, dirty mouth.

Mae continued. “Grab your pretty tits for me.”

Lena obeyed, toying with the hardened nubs and squeezing the rounded flesh.

“That's it. You want me to push you up against that tree and fuck you hard, don't you?” Mae was so close now that the rubber cock slapped at Lena's thigh.

Lena nodded.

“Good. I knew it.” She pressed Lena's sternum with her palm and pushed. Lena stumbled a little in the leaf debris, but Mae kept pushing until her back slammed against the gnarly trunk. “I bet your tight, little cunt is so wet for me right now, I don't even need to spread your juices.”

Lena was craving so much that she opened herself for Mae, pulling her flesh apart to show the woman how much she wanted her. Mae let go of Lena's chest and gripped the base of the strap-on, guiding it to Lena's entrance. Lena braced herself against the tree as Mae bent her knees and pushed up into her burning hole. Lena screamed out as the dry thickness of the shaft stretched her open and sank inside, pulling at her fleshy walls. She felt every millimeter as it eased in and only let out her breath when their pelvises met.

Chest pressed to chest, breath meeting breath, Mae stared into Lena. “Is that what you wanted?” she asked tenderly.

“Yes,” Lena whispered and squeezed around the cock as her clit started jumping with excitement. Angelo was coming in behind Mae, signaling Lena to be quiet.

Mae slowly stared to withdraw, pulling juices and desire, coating the full length of the dick with Lena's natural lubrication. Her pussy was raw and burning and so excited it twitched and pulsed. Mae groaned and plunged again, easier this time, the dick slid in, impaling Lena against the tough bark.
Harder, harder
, Lena silently implored as she was plundered again and again, trying to grip hard when the cock was buried in deep enough for the leather to brush her clit.

Just then, Angelo grabbed Mae's shoulder and Lena could only assume he was fingering her with the other as a glazed look of sensuality overtook Mae's expression.

“I thought I told you…no…touching…” she started to say, but she was gone. Lena held her breath as Angelo began to ease into Mae from behind, slowly at first, to make sure he could with all that strapping, guessed Lena, then suddenly,
slam
!

Lena was fucked full force against the tree, leather hard up against her buzzing clit. She tried to rock her pelvis against it, but she was pinned. Both her lovers' eyes were closed and they looked lost in pleasure. Lena let it build and build, her cunt rammed by the weight of two people, all of them taking their pleasure together. It was amazing. Magical.

She reached up and strung her fingers through Mae's hair with one and Angelo's with the other and cried out as from deep within her pussy, her orgasm grew. Internal pleasure met with the outer rising of her clit, and she came hard and ferociously, cunt and clit swelling and releasing at the same time. Shuddering along the length of the dildo signaled that Mae was coming too, and at last, Lena found her sex voice.

“Come for me, Mae. Come on me and in me. Come for me too, Angelo. Come in that pretty cunt we share.” And he did. Her words must have tipped him over the edge and the three of them shuddered their release within seconds of each other.

They slid in a heap to the ground, awkwardly tangled amongst each other. Mae laughed softly as she tried to ease out of Lena while still impaled on Angelo. “I'm stuck.”

Finally, they managed to get free from each other and lay for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of the forest as their little fire burned beside them.

Eventually, Mae lifted her head onto her palm and smiled at Lena. “That'll teach you to go through my things.”

“Yes, I've learned a valuable lesson today,” said Lena, smiling back.

The spongy forest floor was cool and damp and Lena shivered, looking over to the fire. It was smoldering wildly, spewing out thick smoke into the canopy of trees.

“We might as well be standing outside the prison, shouting,” she mused, the relaxing haze of sexual satisfaction keeping panic at bay.

“Hmm.” Angelo leaned up on his elbow, bits of leaf and moss clinging to his chest. “Yes, we'll have to get some flames going. As long as it burns hard and bright, the smoke will be kept to a minimum.”

Again, Lena thought this was a perfect analogy for their situation. As long as their love for each other burned with the ferocious passion, the safer they would stay.

They disentangled and gathered their discarded clothes. Lena sorted out the shelter while Mae and Angelo went back to coaxing the fire into life.