The Road Home by Clifford Beck - HTML preview

Chapter 40

Still feeling the effects of a sleepless night, Maya suggested that everyone try to get some rest now that the wolves had retreated back into the woods. They would take their rest as well before, once again, setting out on their nocturnal search for food. They had quickly learned that where there were people, there was food. But the group had, for now, discarded this reality in place of a well-needed rest. However, there was one element they had to contend with – the cold. The Rockies were always cold regardless of the time of year. But in the winter the cold was deadly and could, within minutes, take one’s life without a shred of mercy. The previous owners were well aware of the elements and upon further investigation, the group discovered more blankets. After a sleepless night laced with both fear and shivering, they would finally be sheltered from the wind-driven cold rolling off the western slopes of the Rockies. Mother nature is someone never to be trifled with.

Their new sleeping schedule was difficult to manage and as dusk approached, the four friends grew tired and with sleep knowing at their brains, they chose to retire. They would have to make the transition to daytime slumber slowly so as not to disrupt their body’s cycles. The human body does nothing quickly. One by one, each began to nod off, prompting them to trudge off to trudge rooms. With lights out, doors closed, and the winter wind howling out a lullaby, the group drifted off into the arms of Morpheus -- all but one. There didn’t seem to be enough blankets to keep Aurora warm and with the wind drifting through unseen cracks around the window, she got up and searched the closet. Finding nothing, she considered her options. Sharing a bed with Eli was out of the question, and she didn’t know Jackson well enough to even ask. So, creeping from her room, she quietly walked down the hallway to Maya’s room. She had known her since their early days in undergraduate school and trusted her like a sister. Almost silently tapping on her door, she heard Maya roll off her bed and walk towards the door, with the floorboards creaking with each step. Opening the door, Maya peered out through weary eyes.

“Aurora,” she whispered. “What is it?”

“I’m so cold,” she answered. “Can I sleep with you?”

Aurora was only a couple of years younger but as brilliant as she was, Maya saw in her someone who needed a protector and quickly took her under her wing. This had always been unspoken, with Aurora having little to no knowledge of Maya’s protective nature. Now, with the gripping effects of the cold, Maya gladly offered herself as a source of warmth during an especially frigid night.

“Of course,” Maya replied. “I can’t let you freeze. Come on in.”

Walking through the door, Aurora quickly made her way to Maya’s bed, crawling in as Maya did so from the other side. Immediately, she felt the warm spot left behind by her new bedmate’s body.

As Maya slipped in next to her, Aurora slid over, making contact with her semi-clad body. Maya, always the mother hen, put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in, sharing as much body heat as possible. Aurora, in turn, instinctively wrapped an arm around Maya’s waist. There was no awkwardness, no boundaries to cross. Their intertwining of their bodies seemed natural and an expression of their deep ongoing friendship. But at some point during the night, Aurora’s hand moved up, cupping Maya’s breast. Only half-asleep, the sensation created an arousal just strong enough to wake her from drowsiness.

“Aurora,” she whispered. “What are you doing?” Moving her hand back down, Aurora shared with her a secret she had hidden for many years -- one that would impact their friendship forever. “I have a confession to make,” Aurora began. “I don’t how to say this, but I’m bi.” The conversation was carried out in whispers as she continued with her admission. “What do mean, you’re bi?” Maya inquired. She knew what the word meant. What confused her was hearing it from someone she had known since freshman year.

“You don’t know what that means?” Aurora asked.

Maya’s response came without hesitation. “I know what it means, but what do you mean ‘your bi’?”

“Maya,” she replied. “I’m bisexual, and I’ve always been attracted to you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I thought this would be as good a time as any.”

The awkwardness one might expect was absent as Maya put a gentle hand on the side of her face, speaking to her while pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Sweetie,” Maya said. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re human, and it’s okay to be who you are and don’t let anyone tell you any different.”

Now, acting on the risk of rejection, Aurora asked if she could return her hand to Maya’s breast. The moment was tense, yet both women seemed oddly relaxed.

“Of course,” Maya replied.

Then a moment of hesitation passed between them, sharp enough to cleave a diamond. “Hang on a second,” she continued. Reaching down, Maya unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her breasts. She had always cast a statuesque shape, leaving both men and a few women wondering what lay beneath. Now, Aurora was getting more than a look as Maya took her hand and placed it against the smoothness of her breast.

“It’s okay,” she whispered.

As Aurora slowly slid her hand across the warmth of Maya’s breast, her thumb slipped over an already engorged nipple, bringing a smile to her face as well as a sudden gasp of arousal. This left Aurora more than a bit curious about which side of the sexuality fence she was on.

The conversation was held in whispers and without a break in their passionate exchange, Aurora posed a question.

“Most straight women wouldn’t want to do this,” she began. “How is it so easy for you to be this willing?”

Maya gazed at her with a gentle smile. “Who said I was straight?” she replied. As attracted as Aurora was to her, she never would have guessed that Maya was gay. Now, their mutual confession quickly led them down the road of what lay far beyond simple infatuation. Their love for each other exploded between the sheets as the wind outside their window howled menacingly. But somewhere in the heat of their salacious intertwining, they became immune to the cold as their bodies ran with sweat, prompting them to throw off the covers and remove each other’s clothes. This, they agreed, was more fun than the removal of their own night garments – and far more arousing. As sweat continued running down their skin in thin ribbons, both returned to the bed and, with Aurora laying atop Maya, the sensation of breast meeting breast drove them to places they never thought possible. However, sweat was not all that flowed.

Their open mouths made violent contact early in their affectionate exchange as Maya’s hand slipped down Aurora’s body and deftly around to her lower abdomen.

“May I?” she asked.

“Oh God, please,” Aurora replied. They looked into each other’s eyes as Maya smiled warmly. Reaching down further, she brushed her fingertips along the crevice of what normally hid behind layers of clothing. Maya’s touch was gentle and warm, but soon she carefully inserted a finger, sending Aurora into a state of sexual shock as she gasped repeatedly and her back arched toward the ceiling. “You like that?” Maya asked.

Gasping more rapidly, Aurora was unable to voice an answer as Maya bent her finger slightly to tickle one specific place, sending her into an immediate rapture. Aurora felt a scream form in her soul and, grabbing a pillow, placed it firmly over her face. No sooner than she had done so that a scream of pleasure rose from within her. But Maya was not nearly finished, and moving down her body separated the folds of what looked like virgin tissue. Focusing on a place near the top of her now open folds, Maya pushed back a small fleshy hood, exposing an engorged bulb of sensitive flesh. Looking up into Aurora’s eyes, she brought her face down and, taking the bulbous knob between her lips, suckled firmly, bringing her to a second more violent orgasm. “Oh my fucking God,” she whispered. “I’m coming. Oh my God.”

Her body burst into a hot sweat as she began trembling furiously. During her young life, she had been with only a couple of rather inexperienced women, therefore lacking in experience. But Maya had been with mostly older women and considered herself having learned from the best. The outcome was knowing a woman’s body like a well-memorized map – every sensitive spot was engrained into her mind and for the sake of pleasure, she exploited all of them.

When Maya felt Aurora could take no more, she made her way back up Aurora’s body and, hovering momentarily over her face, kissed her passionately.

“Was that fun?” she asked.

Aurora was out of breath and lay on the sweat-soaked sheet, exhausted beyond words. She could only groan a soft approval, then drifted off to sleep. Soon the cold began to overtake them. Maya, ignoring the damp sheets, tucked in next to Aurora and throwing the blanket over both of them, joined her in an exhausted, well-needed sleep.