Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2013 23:51:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Name Name <samajasan@yahoo.com>
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.