The Kissing Cave
"Are we alone, sweets," she asked ,
belatedly. Karen cocked one eyebrow, a trick Cherie had
taught her some months ago. "Might be some tall explaining to do if we
weren't," she deadpanned. Both girls giggled, then took a step back and
appraised each other. Cherie
wore a flowing skirt which showed off her figure perfectly, then a
clinging cotton blouse that accentuated her fine breasts. Karen noted
the folded handkerchief in the blouse pocket, but made no comment. She
herself, was wearing an equally alluring satin blouse and a very tight
pair of jeans that showcased her legs and buttocks. Neither girl wore
a bra or underpants. Entranced, Cherie put a hand out to cup Karen's
left breast through the satin, enthralled as always by its feel. Karen
closed her eyes, her vagina already dampening. Cherie held both
breasts now, stroking them gently. She kissed Karen again, and they
began to hug a second time, softer now, rocking in each other's arms. After a minute, they relaxed and Cherie hopped
up onto the breakfast bar, dangling her legs. "I had a massive fit of the sneezes last
night in bed," she said. "Three of them in my hands. The
third was one of those two in ones I have sometimes." "So did I," Karen revealed, astonished
at the coincidence. "Five of them, real small,” she added
sadly. It had always irritated Karen that her sneeze was so small and
dry. "Did you masturbate?" Cherie asked. "I had to,” Karen almost wailed. "I
couldn't get you off my mind.” "That's alright," Cherie allowed.
"I had the same problem and I came like a rocket taking off.” Both girls looked at each other and began to
giggle again. After a moment, Cherie abruptly changed the
subject. “How was it?” she asked and she wasn't referring to
Karen's solo sex. Karen's face tightened. “Extremely
boring," she answered. "I’ll be eighteen when the next one
rolls around and I won't be going." Karen's parents headed a strange breakaway
church group with some seventy members. Because she flatly refused to
be involved, except for reasonable functions like yesterday's picnic,
they often seemed to forget they had a teenage daughter. Touring and
preaching around rural Victoria and New South Wales left Karen to her
own devices much of the time and Karen wasted no time in procuring a
double bed and putting a lock on the door. Her parents were none the
wiser. "I ate plenty of onions yesterday, though.
They can do terrible things to a girl's bowels, as you know." Cherie burst into laughter, falling off the
breakfast bar in the process. "Honeychops,” she said, after a bit.
"I want to take you up to the kissing cave.” Karen looked at her in mild surprise. “The
Kissing Cave?" she asked. "We haven't been there in
what.......two years?" "More," answered Cherie. "We
weren't sharing beds back then. That's why we'd go there." The Kissing Cave had been named so by the girls
during the first year of their relationship. Kiss was what they would
go there to do. Along with hug, smooch, cuddle, touch, caress, talk,
nude sunbake and perfect their lovemaking skills. It lay on a hillside
overlooking the township of Bright and across the mountains that
heralded the Victorian Alps. Some fifteen minutes walk from the
residential section of town to the bushland area, it's existence
appeared to be unknown to anyone but the two rosy-cheeked lovers. As their bedrooms became their closely-guarded
passion-pits, they had stopped going there in favour of more
comfortable surroundings. However, Cherie had got to thinking that a
reserve spot was always handy and so, had made a quick reconnaissance
trip to see how it had fared in their lengthy absence. She was pleased
to find the cave and surrounding outcrop in good condition, the hard
packed floor and mossy rocks still perfectly useable. Karen regarded her lover with interest. “What
are we going to do when we get there?" she enquired. Cherie had a decidedly wolfish grin.
"Several of the things we always used to do there before,"
she beamed. They had wandered from the kitchen to the lounge
room during this last exchange and now Karen strode across to the sofa
and picked up her jacket that she had thrown there earlier. Cherie
habitually looked at the sway of her buttocks. "I'm your girl," Karen said throwing
an arm rapidly into a sleeve. "And I'm yours," shot back Cherie at
once. Karen did her own pirouette on the spot.
“Kissing Cave, yum yum, kisses for me," she sang, hopelessly
off key. She began to walk back towards the kitchen and the side exit
of the house, then suddenly stopped and looked thoughtfully at Cherie. "Hey, babe, can you list all the attributes
of our relationship?" she asked. Cherie did some more beaming. "Where could
I possibly start?" she asked
"Just start with me and work your way up
from the bottom,” Karen chirped. She gave Cherie a smacking kiss on
the lips and skipped out of the room singing, "We're off to see
the wizard.” After a moment, unable to restrain a grin,
Cherie followed her. They walked along the footpath, purpose in their
steps, conversation minimal. The sun shone brightly, but the air was
chill, not a breath of wind. There was a special feel to everything,
Cherie decided. They were together, the day was beautiful by autumn
standards and they were about to visit a piece of personal history
they had created. It was a very good time just to be alive. A minute later, they turned a corner, moving
away from the well-trod path to Cherie's house. On this footpath was a
faded hopscotch grid. Without breaking stride, Karen leapt nimbly
through each square, spun and went back again, jeans-encased legs
moving in a blur. Then she was back in step with Cherie, the sly smile
that had been on her face the previous night, present again. For the
second time, Cherie shook her head in wonderment. Shortly, they left the residential section of
town, turning onto a little used path that led upwards in a curve.
Cherie slipped her arm through Karen's and they drew even closer
together. The setting was now bushland and they kicked their way
through piles of fallen autumn leaves. There came a tang of wood smoke
on the air, tickling Karen's nose, and for a moment she thought she
might sneeze. Then the feeling fizzled away again. Karen breathed in
deeply, testing her nose against the chill air. Somewhere nearby, a
bird called. Another answered it. Energy flowed easily between the two
girls. It was a very good time for walking. Cherie saw the gap in the vegetation and veered
right, dragging the still attached Karen with her. Moving to single
file, they began the final leg, still climbing. Karen admired the
movement of Cherie's body from behind as they traipsed along. The bush
was thicker here than Karen remembered it, but she recognised the
location. Shortly, they came to the final embankment. Cherie was up it
in two athletic strides. She spun and shot out a hand to Karen who
grasped it and hauled herself up. Remaining hand in hand, they took
some ten paces through dense bush and then suddenly came out upon a
bare patch of space the size of an average living room. The other side
of the clearing was an outcrop that looked out over the mountains. In
the middle, set into the side of a steeper hill the girls had never
attempted to climb, was a large spacious cave. They had arrived. "It's just how I remember it," Karen
exclaimed, running over to look inside the cave. Cherie wandered after
her, grinning. She knew her little lover would like this. "Do you remember we used to sunbake nude on
this very spot?" asked Karen in awe, standing on a patch of
ground two feet from the mouth of the cave, where, in hot weather, the
sun stayed all day.
"Bit cold for that today, hon,” remarked
Cherie. "You'll get goosebumps on your goosebumps.” Karen pointed to another position nearby.
"And you were sitting there when you had a hay fever attack one
day. I remember it clearly. Lucky you've always got a hanky. You
couldn't stop sneezing.” "I always got hay fever up here in
spring,” Cherie sighed. "I think that was part of the reason we
would come here then. Do you remember the day I sneezed into your
pussy?" Karen giggled. "It was the first time, but
it wasn't the last,” she recalled. For several more minutes, they explored the
circumference of the cave, reacquainting themselves with it. Then they
went inside and sat together on the smooth rocks. "Now that we're here, we should make sure
this place lives up to it's name again," decided Cherie.
"Yum yum, kisses for me," Karen said
again, softly. Cherie looked into her eyes. “Kisses for you,
an angel for me,” she replied. Then two pairs of lips met. For the next ten minutes, there was only the
sound of a very heavy kissing and petting session. Blouses were
unbuttoned, breasts were fondled and hair was disarrayed. Then Cherie
leaned back against the wall of the cave, comfortably seated on the
moss rocks and pulled her skirt up around her waist. She opened her
legs to reveal her pussy. "This needs attention too,” she said.
"Can you do anything for it?" "I certainly can," replied Karen
promptly. “Let’s have a closer look.” She knelt down and buried her face between
Cherie's legs. Cherie felt a warm wet tongue snake up inside
her and closed her eyes in pleasure. The tongue went straight for her
clitoris and began a massaging movement not unlike the one Karen had
used on herself the previous night. One hand stroking Karen's hair, the other
stroking a nipple, Cherie felt her orgasm coming on. Karen seemed to
sense it too. Her tongue licked harder and her left hand reached up to
work on Cherie's other
nipple. An image floated into her mind and she held on
to it. Karen perched naked on her lap as an equally nude Cherie got
ready to sneeze. This time, in the brief fantasy, she allowed this
likeness of herself to speak. Six simple words. "Oh dear, I need
my hanky." Then it was too late and she sneezed, big and wet,
into Karen's face. Cherie clicked back into reality. She was there.
Coming..........oh coming........ "Darling.......yes.......yes.......yes.......Oh
Karen!.......lick me ...........eat me......" Finally it was over and a grinning Karen sat up,
wiping her mouth. "Happy
orgasm, honeybunny," she said. "You sure had a lot to say
then.” Cherie knew her vocalising and entreaties when
she came could go a bit over the top at times, but then Karen was the
only one who ever heard it. “Well, I've got a lot of love to
give," she said with a toss of the head, trying to put on a prim
voice. Karen burst into laughter and Cherie couldn't
help following. Neither could fool the other. Karen went to her
jacket, which she had removed and put nearby and got a wad of tissues
out of the pocket to clean Cherie up. The other girl's eyebrows
raised. "You never carry tissues," she said.
"Ever. How did you know?" Karen winked. "Women's intuition," she
said. Cherie sighed. This girl got better with age. No
doubt about it She leaned back against the wall again and enjoyed more
of Karen's care and attention as her vaginal area was cleaned. "You haven't had anything yet," Cherie
observed a little later. They had cleaned themselves up, brushing away
some errant twigs and buttoning blouses. hair was brushed and Cheri's
skirt rearranged. Karen sat on Cherie's lap and they nuzzled
gently for a few minutes, giving each other butterfly kisses and
touching tongues. "Babe," said Karen softly. "Do
you think we'll ever have to come out?" Cherie knew what Karen meant, but the question
still gave her a start. It was something that had crossed her own mind
more than once and now she saw no reason to withhold her decision on
it from her lover. "No way,” she said. "I don't see why
we should. It's our business and no one else's. I know it's hard
sometimes to keep our feelings under control in public, but look at
how well we're set up. Plenty of money thrown at us each week, our
respective houses to ourselves half the time with a double bed each of
our own to play in." Karen gave the other girl's cheek a nuzzle.
“Not a good idea, then?" she asked. "Nope", she said. "Reveal
anything now and that's years of hard work down the drain. We both
want to go to the University of Melbourne, don't we?" Karen nodded. "And don't we always look after each
other?" Nod again. "And don't we always love each other until
the end of forever?" Nod. Cherie beamed. "Problem solved,” she
announced. She nuzzled Karen back. Karen grinned. Cherie always had
the answers and what she said made sense. They had been at the cave some two hours now,
and the air was becoming colder, the mist descending over the
mountains. Residents stoked up woodfires and stoves. The wood smoke
odour was stronger now, and eventually, it drifted through the mouth
of the cave. Karen smelt it and immediately, her sinuses began to
tickle as they had done on the walk up there. This time the tickle did
not fizzle away. "Oh dear," said Karen. Cherie felt her
girlfriend's body tense up as it had done on countless times in the
past. Karen buried her face in Cherie's blouse, just above the breast. "Atchoo......." she sneezed softly.
"Atchoo.......choo.......choo.......choo......."
"Bless you darling,” exclaimed Cherie.
"Where did that come from? You had sneezies just last night.” "Wood smoke,” sniffled Karen.
"Hanky.” She put her hand in Cherie's blouse pocket and
withdrew the handkerchief she had observed the outline of earlier that
day. Uncharacteristically, her nose was running somewhat. She blew,
the discharge enough to leave a wet patch in the clean cloth. Then she
replaced the hanky and moved her head around so that she was nose to
nose with Cherie.
"God I need you so much," she said.
“Let’s go home and have a warp factor five frolic.” Karen jumped off Cherie's lap, grasped the other
girl's hand and pulled her up. "I've had kisses, I've had kisses",
she sang, pirouetting again. They did a visual inspection of each other,
ascertaining that they looked like two cheerful teenagers who had
innocently gone bushwalking on an autumn afternoon, notwithstanding
that neither was dressed for such a thing. Then, standing in the
clearing outside the cave, Karen asked, "Do you think we will
ever come back here? I mean, this has been a top afternoon." "We will when the weather's a lot
warmer,” replied Cherie. She ran her eyes across the valley and the
town below, dozing in the misty late afternoon sun. "Come on,” she grinned. "There's a
double bed waiting for us down there."
They quickly helped each other down the
embankment and began to retrace their steps. * Twenty minutes later, they were back inside
Karen's house. Everything was as they had left it. Moving straight to
the bedroom, they made ready for something they needed no instructions
for. Karen put half a dozen tissues on the bedside table while Cherie
moved the pillows on the bed further down into the "love
area" as they had dubbed it. They took their shoes off, turned and faced one
another, standing very close. Then slowly, they began to unbutton each
other's blouse. Slipping out of these, they drew even closer. Again,
breasts were fondled lovingly and kisses were exchanged. Unlike in the
cave, Cherie would now take the lead whereas earlier, Karen had been
in charge of her partner's pleasure. Cherie paused to take off her
skirt, then stood naked in front of Karen, letting the girl drink in
her lithe body. Then, moving forward, she unfastened Karen's
jeans. The mood of the foreplay was interrupted by a spate of giggles
as, together, they worked to get them off. Finally, Karen was nude as
well and they held each other tight, kissing continuously. Cherie took
the lead again, slipping onto the bed and lying back against the
pillows. Karen sat for a moment, next to her and softly stroked
Cherie's nudity at random. "I just love you so much," she
whispered. For an answer, Cherie picked up Karen's hand,
leaned forward and kissed it. No words were needed. Karen stood,
climbed onto the bed and manoeuvred herself onto Cherie in a sixty
nine position. Except her buttocks were smothering Cherie's face, not
her vagina. Karen felt her cheeks being opened, a warm tongue darted
against her anus and bolts of pleasure shot through her loins. This
was all she needed and it wouldn't take long. Below her, Cherie lapped away contentedly,
having a ball. A pleasant musky smell was in her nostrils. Two minutes
passed and Karen was ready. Timing herself to perfection, she reached
up and slid two fingers into her vagina. She began a slow burn on her
little love button. But there was no holding on this time. Cherie's
tongue working busily at the back, Karen's fingers at the front, her
volcano was about to erupt. "Oh Cherie, don't stop
baby.......yes.......yes.......yes.......ohmigod......." Karen's body shook and jerked visibly as the
orgasm rushed through her. Cherie reduced her lapping to a slow lick
as Karen collapsed on top of her. After a moment, she climbed off,
very slowly. Her face was radiant with satisfaction. They studied each
other solemnly and then burst into helpless giggles. Karen lay back down with her head on Cherie's
chest and they curled into one another's arms. "Mmmmmm.....thank you. Just what I needed.
Orbit and back.” "You did sound a hundred percent happy, now
I think of it," Cherie observed. Karen giggled again and then fell silent. A beam
of late afternoon sun came through the window and bathed them in its
brilliance as the day drew down into evening. A little later, as if by an unseen signal, they
arose and began cleaning up. Dividing the tissues, Karen cleaned
vaginal juices from between her legs while Cherie wiped saliva stains
at the back. They dressed again, Karen merely putting on an oversize
football jumper she sometimes wore after such sessions. "You sleeping with me, tonight," she
enquired. "Silly question, hon," answered
Cherie. "Wouldn't it be magic if we could do this
every day," mused Karen.
"Live together in our own place as wife and
wife?" asked Cherie. "Well just keep the faith, beloved, and
one day that might be the case. Meanwhile, we've had bushwalking,
reminiscing, sneezing and good love. It's made me seriously
hungry" "Excellence. Let's raid the fridge,"
beamed Karen. They zipped out of the room together. |