That evening, we cooked rice for three people. We sat at the table, ate and talked. Mark filled us in on his journey to this shack and we offered as little information as we could get away with in return. Deep down, we didn’t really trust him, but he seemed as anxious as us to get across the mountain, to safety.
Mark had been in the house for three days before we turned up. He was sitting on the porch when we stumbled into his world. He said that he heard us before he saw us. He didn’t know how many of us there were so he hid in the attic area and tried to keep as quiet as possible. The rats we heard earlier that day, was probably him moving around up in the rafters.
I’m not sure whether he trusted us either, so we decided to stay in the same room as much as possible. We were three years his senior and so it was that we stole the double bed. In any case, it now smelt of my sex juices so I hardly thought he would have wanted to sleep in it. We did though.
Mark pulled up some cushions and slept in the opposite corner of the bedroom. It was awkward.
Sarah and I tried to keep ourselves apart; curled up in the foetus position and facing opposite sides of the bed. We waited for Mark to fall asleep. I’m not sure what time it was when he did, but when he did, we automatically rolled into the centre and held each other close. It wasn’t long before my finger had found her wet spot. We kissed while I fingered her. When she started to moan I stopped, raised my head and looked over at Mark.
He was asleep or at least pretending to be, but Sarah was never going to be quiet, not when she got going. She more or less let out an audible groan when my finger paused on her pussy; chastising me for stopping. I continued to play with her while kissing her shoulder and watching Mark at the same time.
Sarah was bucking her pubis up to meet my fingers as they slid into her and I had to clasp my mouth over hers to stop her from screaming out. As she climaxed, I quickly placed my hand over her mouth to try and keep the sounds in.
I heard a groan come from the corner of the room and I looked towards Mark. He was still, but that was no ordinary sound someone makes while they sleep.
To my surprise, Sarah fell asleep almost as soon as she climaxed, but that was okay. I knew she needed it more than me. It seems that throughout this journey, we have kept each other going by giving pleasure, by looking forward to the next time we kiss, touch a breast or nipple, slip our tongues into each other’s wet and waiting pussies.
Let’s face it if we can’t pleasure each other, what else are we to do before we die? And dying in this world maybe sooner than expected. At least, I think I have loved. In my heart I love Sarah; though I want her and need her more than the word love can describe. I want to bring her as much pleasure as possible and right now that pleasure is administered through sex. It’s what she craves; what we both crave.
I watch as Mark makes a move in the corner of the room. I decide to trust him. He’s probably going for a pee, but he looks awkward as he rises with one hand about his cock; he rushes from the room at some speed. While he’s gone I climb out of bed and visit his corner of the room. My hand touches something wet and I suddenly realise that he was not going for a pee after all.
It excites me to think that he was listening to us copulating earlier; listening to the sounds of Sarah’s orgasm; to the sounds of female pleasure. It must be so different for men.
ooOoo
The following morning, we decide that we should leave this place and head higher into the mountains. We can just about see the top from where we are but everyone knows that the top is never the top; there’s always more to go. From what I remember of these parts, when my dad used to take us camping, is that we are about a third of the way up. Mark thinks we are lower down, and Sarah doesn’t have an opinion at all. She just stares at me with lust in her eyes from over the top of her morning’s dish of rice.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do with her. I only pleasured her last night and now she wants more and we have a long journey to make.
We pull together everything we could possibly need. We cook all the rice and wrap it in plastic bags for the journey. If there’s one sacred thing in this world, it’s plastic bags. All the scraps of food are pushed into makeshift rucksacks for Sarah and me, though Mark seems to have one of his very own; but he’s a bloke, so he would have. He doesn’t offer to carry anything for us and by mid-morning, we head upwards. The heaviest items we have are water filled bottles. The last of the water from the milk churns.
The weather is lovely. The sun is on our backs but the air around us is cool. It’s not difficult walking in these conditions other than the fact that we are not as strong as we could be. I stop atop a large boulder and wait for Sarah to catch me up. Mark has gone on ahead; I don’t know where he gets the energy from.
“I’m tired,” Sarah says.
“I know, but we must keep going.” She gets what she wants; a kiss.
I let her walk in front of me I smack her arse and leave my hand on her bottom for much longer than intended. She stops and wiggles her bum into me. I have to push her forwards to make her move.
“Not now, go!”
I smile at her insistence. Every chance she gets she tries it on.
When we first kissed, touched, and pleasured each other, I was the same. I couldn’t get enough. It was all new, female kisses, her scent, her smell, her reaction! Her reaction was out-of-this-world, for me anyway, and the more we pushed each other to pleasure, the more we found out about each other’s bodies. Sure, I had fucked a guy before I met Sarah but that was so different from being with her. With her, it’s like snowfall in summer, showering in ice cubes or swimming over waterfalls. It’s like something you shouldn’t survive, but you do. I survive every session with her but all it does is lead me into the next session and the next. One day, it will be my last. I’m saddened at that thought, but it’s true.
Mark is shouting for us to hurry up, that it’s getting dark and we need to light a fire. I’m at the back with the matches and all I’ve been looking at for the last twenty minutes or so is Sarah’s backside. I’m certain she’s wiggling it on purpose.
I hand Mark the matches and he dutifully starts to do man things with them. I think he thinks that he’s looking after us now. I have to smile.
Sarah has flopped down on some grass in the clearing that Mark has found and I join her. We watch as the sun drops below the level of the mountain. The smell of pine is leaving us behind as the land becomes covered in gorse bushes and alpine plants. There’s no snow. There shouldn’t be at this time of year, it’s too hot for snow, but the climate is colder than I expected. I’m glad we brought the blankets along with us even if they are heavy.
I set out our blankets in the clearing. Mark has a smile on his face as he points to the fire. We huddle around it for a little bit of warmth as the last rays of the sun light up the sky. We chat and try to decide how far we have come. We are a lot higher than we were this morning and so far there has been no sign of any other people; below or above us. It’s a very reassuring thought.
With silence there is nothing. Sometimes, nothing is comforting. We hear some birds squawk their last sounds into the night air. The breeze rustles the treetops and the bushes at the edge of the clearing, but apart from that – there is silence and the crackle of the fire.
I flop back onto the blanket only to be joined by Sarah. She cuddles into me. Part of me feels sorry for Mark, being on his own but he seems to be coping well with the situation. He’s looking out over the fire and onto the vista beyond and making his bed for the night.
“I want to lick your pussy?”
“I guessed as much,” I whispered, turning around to Sarah to look into her lust filled eyes.
I want her to lick my pussy too. It’s been longer than it should have been; normal was every five or six hours before one of us had a finger or tongue somewhere wet.
“We’ll have to wait a little longer, he’s just settling under the blanket.”