The Fire

by C P King

Even though the weather man said maybe snow, we still took off. What do weather men know anyway. “I told you I’d keep you warm one way or another,” I said with a smile as I winked at her loading the last bag.

We had only been seeing each other for a short time and I just wanted to spend time with her. Essie was 35 going on 25 and that was a pretty good match for my 38 going on 20! We had both been enjoying the discoveries of each other. I loved her long hair with it’s “mature highlights” and the deep set ins of her brows. She had a smile that held me stoned. Just the way that she held herself made me giddy and tingly. I started the car and we headed for the lake. Essie took my hand and held it as we drove.

“So you’re going to build me a fire? huh,” she asked smiling into me. “Big fire, good food and me,” I laughed.

“Eat me,” I said as I squeezed her hand. This was a statement I had made often in jest and it made her smile more. She expected it. She didn’t find it harsh. She knew I said it sweetly and with a smile but at the same time acknowledging my desire for her.

We listened to music and talked as we drove to the State Park for our camping adventure. I could sense her nervousness as she could sense mine but it was still ok. We both had this comfort with each other that I think shocked us both but made it all the more easier to get to know each other. Essie had joked that we had known each other in our past lives and were now just completing our meeting. I liked that.

Pulling up to the campsite right at the waters edge, the sun slowly setting, I felt her warm hand in mine. She had held it the whole way, playing with my fingers until they were so satisfyingly numb. I heard her sigh as we both took in the beauty that surrounded us and the anticipation of the next few days to enjoy it all.

I wore dresses and would say I’m somewhat feminine, but I was more at home in my jeans. The outdoors called me. Made me feel at ease. Essie was an outdoors person too and I loved that. She didn’t just play in it, she felt it. I could see that in her.

We both lugged bags, set up the tent and arranged our setting, touching and pushing at each other and stopping to kiss just as much as I could get away with. It was cool and crisp and we were both in such good spirits.

“You promised me a big fire,” she said, “don’t you think it might require more wood?”

I kissed her and smiled and trudged off to scavenge wood. Essie was just as at home. She made up the tent, zipping the sleeping bags together on the big inflatable mattress. Setting the chairs up near the fire site, her mind also absorbing the surroundings and the comings of the night.

The wood pile was growing and I ventured further for just a few more logs. Essie made drinks for us both and put the lanterns within reach for the darkening night.

I came to her as I finished my wood task and she pulled me into her kissing me deeply and wantonly. The night was seeping in and she had me so spellbound at her touch. “You know I love your curly long hair and your bounce and your nipples,” she said, playing me into a giddy trance. “Let me just get the fire going, then I am yours..” I stuttered kissing into her as I pulled myself away.

My drips were overwhelming me and I’d have just kissed her on into the tent that very moment but I wanted everything to be slow...savoring every experience. She had not been with that many and I had found over the weeks that she wanted me but had not yet let herself go to me. She had so much inside and yet I had only tapped just the surface to be so entranced at her persona. I thought she needed to really feel me and know that it was ok. That when she would let me in and let herself go, it would be all that more explosive and deep. And I wanted to feel her have that.

I started the fire and added more and more wood. As the flames leaped into the sky, the darkness around us became blotted out with the light of the wood. We held hands and stared into the depths of the heat as we sipped our drinks.

Two women, around a fire in the night. Talking and laughing and feeling each others closeness.

I absorbed each word, each glimpse into her. She laughed at my stories and played with my fingers. As the drinks crept in, our spirits came out. Turning up the radio we danced and weaved about each other. She had this way of pulling me into her and dancing right up against me. Most sexy, most desirous, most intoxicating. I wanted her so, dripping and heated in our dances. The moon almost full, the fire crackling around us and we were just one in the night. Dancing and holding each other and feeling such great exuberance. I wanted to pinch myself and assure myself it was real. That she was here with me. Wanting me. Wanting more. We explored each other.

Kissing her lips I said, “Essie, I really have it bad for you and I don’t know how we can do it all but I don’t care.”

Grasping my face between her hands and directing my attention solely into her eyes she whispered “I want you. Would you please get over all the rest, I want you.”

Melting into her arms we kissed and kissed and I pulled her tiny waist into mine. My hands needing to be about her. Needing to have her skin against mine, I pulled at her clothes and removed her shirt and her sports bra. I lifted my shirt above my head exposing my white hot flesh to her. By the heat of the fire I held her into me. Our breasts touching. Our nipples hard in the nights’ flame and cool crisp air.

I felt so comfortable with this woman. She made me feel free, myself and ok with my desires. All I wanted to do was find her. Know her. And keep feeling these feelings.

“I want you now,” I said to her between kisses. My hands rubbing all over her back and up and down her naked sides. I was numb from her own fingers rubbing against me in patterns and presses and my desire for her was aching beyond my sense of reason. I pulled her towards the tent.

We didn’t speak words much then. It was all in her kiss. My touch. Our movements. Taking off our clothes, we climbed naked into the sleeping bags. I warmed her feet against mine as we cuddled on into each other. The moon casting shadows about the tent, I still saw her eyes... close to mine and searching deeply into them. I smiled as she smiled. We kissed and kissed.

My hands rubbing her sides. Feeling her body next to mine, I was erupting in such pleasure. “I want to touch you Essie, let yourself go to me,” I whispered, “Let yourself go for yourself.” “Feel the ecstasy, baby, let me feel it,” I continued as we kissed and grouped and fondled each other..

She didn’t speak. Only kissing me in return. Her hands felt all about me and she searched down into and between my legs until she stopped at my oozing cunt and my hot juices. I think my wetness made her hesitate a second. Only a second as she reeled me into her and dove into me at the same time.

I thought if I went ahead and came and she took me now I would be able to concentrate on her even the more better. I spread my legs and called her into me.

Stoking me, her fingertips playing on my clit and among my juices took my breath away. Heaving into her I felt the climax building and building. With one sure stroke she entered me. First one finger then two. Playing me and feeling my muscles respond around her touch I escalated quickly into oblivion. My body racked with pleasure. Reeling from the rhythm in her strokes, her play on my g spot, I let go and the rushes and orgasms filled around her hand and into every muscle of mine and she felt it.

I held her and kissed her. My dear Essie. You have rocked my world and still make me so desirous....so wanting.

As I recovered, I turned her slowly more onto her back. She felt me coming and she tensed up a bit as I rolled my hand down her side. She knew I was searching her. Exploring an inch more than I had already felt of her. I played into her box. About her cunt hair. Finding her clit and teasing with it. Her wetness was pouring out of her and I felt it. It made me crazy with even more desire.

Nine million thoughts flashed within my head. Mostly of how I wanted this sweet thing in my arms. Her touch. Her reaching inside me and making me so happy. Her wetness on my hand. I stroked and stroked her, in a rhythm slowly that was absorbing her into me. “Let it go, baby, let yourself feel it. Know me and let me feel you let go,” I moaned into her. Still keeping my rhythm, still feeling into her. I slipped in a finger and then another. Suddenly at the same time, her legs spread a little further for me and I felt her body give way. As I stroked her inner g spot and thumbed into her burning clit, I felt her let go and begin to ride with it and work it herself. She was reaching for it and letting it happen. I continued my stokes and rubbed gently against her clit. I think it was a new feeling for her, where my fingers were, what was happening, not that there had not been my fingers there before or others even, it was what she was feeling. What she let it do to her body. But she had felt those spots within me and the deepest of my own orgasms there on her fingers so now I was finding those spots in her and she was feeling for it. Letting it happen.

More and more I felt her building. It was making me close to climax again just feeling her and I didn’t want my body to go limp and lose her now before she came. I tried to concentrate just on her.

Her body shaking and wreathing into me...her cries of “don’t stop” finally filling my ears. She came and came and the orgasms sent ripples through her body and I felt it. Her breath caught in her chest. She cried out as it bolted through her and on my fingers I felt every vibration, every muscle inside her rack with pleasure. Back and again we had rush after rush. I came with her and it felt so good. Kissing and trying to breath we collapsed into each other. Holding her body I tried to not smile so as I felt her reminiscing in the height of what she had just felt. The reverberation of her own body making her hold on to me more. She kissed me and kissed me so deeply I felt her tear and I think she felt mine as the connection and depth grabbed us both and the tears were happiness, great happiness to have felt it.

“I had never felt such an orgasm before,” she stated to me, looking into me as I held her and listened, “I had imagined what you were feeling when I have felt your intense orgasms but I didn’t know what to think. You always seemed to feel it so totally and deeply and I didn’t know I could. Oh, CC, it was so different, so intense.” She was excited and surprised at herself I think. It made me smile. She rambled further about it. “My body, I lost control of every nerve and muscle for moments,” she breathed, “mmm, that was wild.” “That was wild”, I whispered back and we then kissed with such elation.

Pulling the sleeping bag up and around her shoulders, our bodies cooled down. Holding her there as we both lay quiet in the tent I thought back to the moment I had discovered my body myself. With my last lover and the discovery that I could even feel such ecstasy. That became the height of orgasm I wanted, I needed. And this lady in my arms had already gotten me there. Past it and then some. I felt her laugh. “What?”, I questioned.

We kissed and held each other and Essie finally spoke. “So I know what you have felt.. it was intense pure pleasure and you got me,” Essie breathed. I knew she had let go and had felt such pleasure with me, her body still tremored beneath me as I held her. I was so happy for her. I was happy for me to have been a part of it.

I had felt it...she had too...and it was wonderful. We drifted in and out of sleep. Holding each other. Listening to the sounds of the night, the crackling of the fire outside our tent.

We slept in late and I had slipped out to pee and load up the fire to return to my spot next to her. My body cold from the morning she laughed back and away from me. Kissing her I grabbed my closeness around her and kissed her until she didn’t feel my cold skin. I warmed quickly. We made love again and this time it was much easier for both of us to let the intenseness take us over...and we did.

We sweat and rolled, laughed and ached for it and again and again we each came and brought each other to full heights. Some together, some for the other, we came and came. We were in the same place and I was so much more enthralled now with her to know that she could feel it so, feel it just for herself.... with me. With me.

After several hours of pure bliss I kissed her and offered brunch. She moaned in my ear and kissed my cheek. Her perky smile and freckles making me blush. I slipped from the bag and pulled on my clothes.

She just laid there watching me...smiling...her eyes just sparkling. She knew this made me giggle and I did.

“You know you are just the sweetest person,” she said to me so matter of fact.

She had warned me about earlier reactions to compliments, so I smiled back. “I try,” I said, and with a smirk, “ but its your fault!”

She kicked me lightly with her foot as I tied my last shoestring. “I know, its been my fault since the beginning...you always say that!, she said with a smile.

Crawling up to her I kissed her. “You make me happy, Essie. I got it bad for ya”, I said as I looked into her eyes. She kissed me back.

“Ok, brunch, brunch, don’t get me started again,” I muttered pulling away from her to get out of the tent.

She laughed pretending to be pulling me back in, lightly as I got out. “I’m right behind you,” she called after me.

I set about fixing the fire and pouring the juice. I was toasting bagels over the fire while I cut up fresh fruit.

Essie joined me and cut up cheeses and reveled over our banquet. “What? Bagels, cream cheese..Where’s my jelly,” she teasingly complained. “You didn’t bring your home made pepper jelly?”, she pouted. Reaching into another box I pulled out a jar. “Is this what my baby needs?”, I relished. Smiling she grabbed for it and I held on to it pulling her into me. “Trade ya,” I said. And she kissed me smiling and so cutely. I gave her the jar.

We fixed our plates and sat by the fire. The crackling of the embers filling the air. Birds filling the sky and their own calls of the day flying back and forth. The sun was full and warming the winter air. I was glad the weatherman was wrong about the snow. We sat comfortably enjoying it all.

“You know, I want to do this with you allot”, I said looking over at her. Her eyes listened. “I know that there is so much involved to make it more, but I think we could if we wanted to. I want to,” I tried to say.

“I know,” she started. “Wait, let me finish. You need to hear this,” I blurted in.. “we can do it without compromising all of it...things might change, things might change later, or things could be done as time allows...I don’t want you to give up the things you need either, I can’t give up some of mine, but I want you. I don’t want this to end.”

She set her plate down and bent over my chair. Holding my face in her hands she kissed me.

“You’re right here. I can’t let you out of my life now. We will work something out,” she whispered and kissed me again.

Oh how I kissed back into her. Tasting her, taking her into me, my whole body burning for her. “It’ll all work out”, she said again to me and kissed me pertly on my cheek.

We sat there and finished our brunch, set our plates down and holding hands watched the fire jump and pop.

We talked and talked. We agreed that it would take time and changes but that we would not let these feelings stop growing. “Life is too short”, I kept saying. And each time she smiled and agreed. And I knew she really knew it was. And she wanted me and I wanted her. The rest would just have to work itself out. Maybe it would. Maybe this fire was the first of many, many more.

We were starting it right. With true desire, longing and aching hearts. It was scary but felt so good, so achievable. I thought that she and I were both strong enough to pull it off. Really be happy. I think that’s why I liked her so. I wanted to share everything, be a part of her. Was this my destiny? Was this hers?

Our fire burned down to just coals and then we walked, her hand playing in mine. The lake was beautiful and so was she. I couldn’t stop kissing her!