Black Sun by Clifford Beck - HTML preview

Chapter 47

Having laid the chair cushions side-by-side, Ryan untied the sleeping bag from the top of his pack. While at the camping store, he had procured one and tied it to his backpack. Having no woodsman skills, he did what he could to make sure it was tied on securely. Abby was not able to carry one herself, so Ryan made sure to get a sleeping bag designed for winter conditions. Unzipped, it would keep both of them warm. And with both of them under the same sleeping bag, they could also share body heat, furthering their efforts to survive.

Seeing the construction of their new bed, Abby remarked on its size.

“Isn't this a little small,” she said.

Ryan grinned as he responded.

“Well, we'll have to snuggle up together, so I'd say it's plenty big enough.”

It didn't take long for Abby to realize what he was referring to.

“Oh, yeah, I guess you're right.”

Making up the bed took only a few minutes and as it began to get dark, Ryan removed a flashlight from his pack. “It's going to get really bright in here, so if you want the door closed, remember to leave it open just a crack. We're going to need a little air flow to keep the humidity down.” Abby nodded as she began removing her clothes, getting Ryan's attention at the same time.

“Looks like you're ready to go, huh,” he asked. As Abby slid beneath the unfolded sleeping bag, she grinned teasingly.

“Yeah,” she replied. “I'm ready to go right now.” With great anticipation, Ryan began stripping off his clothes. It had been days since he'd put on clean clothes. As he pulled his shirt up over his head, the smell of several days of body odor grabbed his senses, nearly knocking him over.

Sliding in next to Abby, she couldn't help but notice the strong odor wafting from Ryan's body and remarked on it immediately. “Oh my fucking God,” she began. “Is that you? Jesus fucking Christ! First chance we get, you're getting a bath. And I don't care if you have to stand out in the rain and wash, god-damn.” Ryan understood completely and remembering the bottled water and dish detergent, he thought he would wash up before they left later that night. For now, what both of them needed was sleep, but for the first hour there would none. As aroused as Abby had become, she decided to tolerate the smell and have her way with Ryan. As usual, it didn't take long for his arousal to reach its apex. By hour's end, both were lying on their backs, their bodies sweating, their skin flushed with the aftermath of erotic coupling. “Jesus Christ,” Abby began. “I almost forgot what that felt like.” Ryan turned to her with a surprised expression. “You're joking, right? It's only been a couple of days.” Stretching out, Abby felt several bones in her back pop. She was still under the sleeping bag, reclaiming as much warmth as possible.

“I know,” she said. “But it seems like I'm always horny. That's not a big deal, is it?”

Reaching in his pack, Ryan pulled out a small towel and extending his hand below his waist dried himself of the passion left behind from their fiery communion.

“Uh, I don't see a problem with that,” he replied.

As the day progressed, the travel center filled with warm air and humidity, seeping into every room and closet. Naturally, the store-room where Ryan and Abigail lay sleeping also took in the uncomfortable atmosphere, waking them several times during the day. Abby was the first to complain.

“Fuck, it's warm in here,” she began. “I feel like I just jumped into a swimming pool of spit.”

Never having heard this saying before, Ryan expressed his distaste for it.

“That is the grossest thing I've ever heard.” Without hesitation, Abby told him how she came to use this expression.

“Yeah, I got that from my father,” she said. “He was a bit twisted.” Ryan thought a humorous response was needed and, searching himself for something comedic, let out a bit of harmless sarcasm. “That makes sense,” he said. “He was twisted; you smoke weed – it all makes sense.”

Abby turned over toward him and, sliding a hand down past his waist, wrapped her hand around him – pulling and pushing. Again, it didn't take long for Ryan to become aroused by her touch – especially when her touch was firm. Using a quiet voice, she made a simple, yet potent request.

“You want to go again?”

Ryan was near exhaustion, but not so much so that he was unable to perform.

“I think I could do that,” he replied.

Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her over as she straddled his hips and taking him in her grip again, Abby manipulated him into her body, glowing with the sweat of heightened arousal. As he entered her, she gasped slightly as her body arched back and her mouth fell open. Between gasps of air, Abby remarked on Ryan's sexual anatomy.

“Fuck, you're as hard as a rock.”

Grabbing her around the hips, Ryan assisted in her violent motion – bringing her up and slamming her back down with a sound that almost anyone would recognize. It didn't take long for both of them to achieve their release – at the same time.

Exhausted beyond any further passionate exchange, Abby leaned down on Ryan's body and rolled off onto the chair cushions, facing the ceiling. Still facing the ceiling, she remarked with two last questions before drifting off.

“Twice? How the fuck do you do that?” Abby was obviously impressed by Ryan's stamina, as well as his ability to stay erect for as long as he did. “I'm not sure,” he replied. “But I'm glad you had a good time.” Waiting for a response, he looked over and, discovering her fast asleep, turned to a more comfortable position and allowed himself to be swept up into the arms of Morpheus.