Jul.6.2010 at 12:00 pm | Alix B. Golden
Repost: Short Fiction: Honey, Moon & Stars
“Grrr…”
Angela heard a growl coming from the front of the car. She peeped over the dashboard of her rented Jeep, but it was pointless. Her view was obscured by the open hood.
Mayson stood on the other side of the hood. Her big brown eyes glared at the uncooperative engine. hoping that the answer would jump out at her. They had been 45 minutes into their honeymoon when she noticed the temperature gauge start rising. A few minutes later, steam started escaping the confines of the hood, forcing Mayson to pull over.
They pulled off the winding mountain road to avoid getting hit by a less cautious driver. They stopped on a short dirt road, surrounded by pine trees and grass. It was late afternoon. The sun’s light was starting to fade.
They were far away from any major interstates or well traveled roads. They were on their way to a remote cabin in their mountains. They were lucky to still be in cell phone range.
“May, triple A said they were sending someone but with this location and it being a holiday, it could be at least 4 hours,” Angela yelled through her open window. A terse expletive was the only response she received.
Angela exited the Jeep from the passengers side, stretching her long, jean clad legs before she shuffled to the where Mayson leaned against the front of the car. Her cap was turned to the back her eyes scrunched up in concentration. Without warning, Mayson slammed her palms against the side of the vehicle in defeat.
Mayson looked up at Angela through thick eyelashes. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Baby,” she took Angela’s hands, “this was supposed to be perfect!”
“Nothing can ruin this day. We got married today,” she leaned in to kiss Mayson’s heart shaped lips.
Angela ran around the Jeep and began rummaging through the supplied they had packed in preparation of their trip. Finding what she was looking for, she repositioned their bags, allowing her to fold down the backseat.
“What in the hell..?” Mayson heard the noise Angela was making and came to investigate. A big tooth revealing smile appeared on her formerly somber face. She discovered Angela surrounded by pillows, blanket, a bottle of wine and a corkscrew.
She started doing her own rummaging. Ten minutes later, she returned with her MP3 player and speakers. Angela had the wine open, she handed the bottle to Mayson, “I couldn’t find glasses…” She watched Mayson tilt the bottle to her lips briefly, it was then that she noticed the music filling the quiet air around them.
They laid in the cargo area of the Jeep, the door ajar, looking up at the night’s sky. Midnight blue and dotted with a million stars, it was a sight they missed seeing in the city. They started discussing their ceremony, things people had said to them at their reception, when their song started playing…
Mayson jumped up quickly, pulling Angela with her. They started dancing at the back of the Jeep, surrounded by darkness, music and their love. The song changed, but they continued to move, their bodies being pulled closer together like magnets.
Angela’s astonished sigh could be heard over the music. She reached between Mayson’s legs, noticing something solid between them. Her eyes expanded, “Ohhh…” Excitement made Angela moist.
“You like that?” Mayson asked, though she already knew the answer. She could tell Angela liked the surprise she held in her loose fitting sweats by how firmly her hands gripped her hips.
“What are we waiting on?” Angela kissed her, a soft slow kiss progressing to something faster, more urgent. Their tongues danced around each other, while their breath came fast and hard.
Mayson gripped Angela by the back of her hair, holding her still while assaulting her lips. “I’m running this…”Mayson said firmly. Angela shot her a look filled with shock at Mayson’s take charge attitude.
She started smiling,”Run it then.” Her voice sounded low and sultry, even to her own ears. Mayson scooped her into her arms and placed her into the back of the Jeep. Mayson laid between her legs, her thigh pressing into the area that generated the most heat. She grapped Angela’s hips roughly, forcing her body against hers.
“I want you so fuckin’ bad…”She whispered in Angela’s ear rubbing her face against the soft skin of her cheek. Angela showed her enthusiasm by raking her nails against Mayson’s lower back and thrusting upwards.
“Baby, don’t make me beg…” Before the words fully eluded her lips, Mayson’s hand slipped underneath the waistband of her jeans, past the cotton of her thong, and into wetness.
“You want me?” Two of Mayson’s fingers started to rub circles around her swelling clit. She could hear her breath, loud in her ears. Angela was biting her bottom lip, holding back an audible response.
“Answer me,” Mayson growled. She increased the pressure and the speed of her fingers, while nibbling. A loud groan met her ear.
“Yes, baby, yes, baby, yes!” Mayson felt compelled by the need evident in Angela’s voice. Mayson made quick work of the button’s on Angela’s jeans. She slipped the jeans down, over slightly rounded hips, down long brown legs. Mayson tossed them into the front seat.
She slid her pants down, revealing realistic brown member, finding Angela sufficiently wet, Mayson slid into her slowly and easily. Angela arched her back deeply, forcing her body to adjust to being so completely full. She wrapped her legs around Mayson, holding her stationary. Mayson complied before starting a slow stroke. Angela hips rotated, meeting Mayson thrust for thrust.
Mayson pushed Angela’s legs back, grunted something about her holding them in place, and increased her pace. Her waist twisted, manuevering herself at smooth angles caressing her inner inner walls. Angela’s body fought for a release, but she fought it. The gushing sound from between her legs was evidence of how close she was to climaxing.
“Oooh, baby, it’s yours…” She moaned, anticipating Mayson’s reaction to those words.
Mayson began to move faster, her stroke deeper, her breathing hard. They came together, both of their bodies shaking in satisfaction.
