Message-ID: <46758asstr$1077268359@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0402192103.20f730f1@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 05:03:53 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 19 Feb 2004 21:03:53 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 15/94 by jane Lines: 368 Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 04:12:39 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw Author: jane Title: Glimpses 15/94 Summary: Tina shares her recipe for fun ... or for disaster? Keywords: none Length: 2297 words Copyright: c. 2004 *2 November 1996, Saturday - part two* _shes just this minute walked into the room ... has brought me tea and stands behind me kneading kinks that cramp my shoulders ... now shes laughing reading this ... she says she knows that ill delete it ... then i kiss her ... now she wants to know if i can take a break ... lol ... and backs it up with wiles youve only dreamed of ... i told her that id finish one more page, that she should take a shower, put on something sexy, should chill the wine ... i promise her ill read aloud the parts that she was there for ... she says to tell you that i fuss with trivial details and miss those most important ... thats what she says to say ... i try my best ... and now shes gone and i can do some writing ... she just reminded me ... (shes in the bedroom changing) that if you want the recipe, the one thats coming up, i have it ... tina sent a copy ... write and i can send it ... ill testify it IS delicious ... it mightve been the highlight of that evening, except, of course, it wasnt ... northwestern illinois ..._ *§* "We need to talk, Mai." Tina stood beside a picnic table turning scallions into thin, round discs. Mai crouched beside the fire with hardwood branches coaxing pots to boil, steam seeping from around their blackened lids. Their eyes made contact briefly. Tina laid her knife aside, stared vacantly at foliage. Mai stirred an umber sauce. "Maybe it is time now, to put it into words." "I'm lost here, Mai. Last Friday ... Again this morning in the car. I want this badly. I never thought ..." Mai waited. "It was not anticipated. Now everything is upside down. Have you talked with Peter?" Before the tent was pitched, they'd trekked a first long trail through groves of pine and aspen to overlooks where eagles spread their wings in lazy circles close above their heads. Below them lay the river, a diamond-studded ribbon in the sun. They'd photographed themselves in different combinations. They'd talked about the sky. Then, coming back, they'd happened on a deer. Improbable for urban minds, it stood in stately silence, frozen. Orange and yellow shimmered through the birch onto its dappled flanks. It finally moved; it bounded through the wall of trees to nowhere. They'd gasped. They'd talked about good fortune. They'd walked in solitude until they reached the well-mown lawns around their site. They'd finished setting up the camp and started fire before the men again grew restless. Pete and Douglas took a second hike, somewhere steeper, a better test of manhood. "I haven't talked at all, to Peter. Not about my feelings. I'm scared to. I don't know what I'd say to him?" "Douglas seems more sure. I think he has a plan." Mai rolled her wineglass in between her palms. "While they hike the Sentinel, he will conspire with Peter." "Are things okay with you 'n' Doug?" "It is boiling now. We are ready for the rice?" Tina fished a bag from deep inside the food box and carried it to Mai, then filled both goblets with Chianti. Crystal. Roughing it with plastic stem-wear might be carrying things too far. "Maybe not okay. The move is stressful." Tina took the wooden spoon from Mai, then touched their glasses. "_Skoal_." "Cheers. He knows that something now is different. Douglas knows I think of you." "I don't think of anything else." Christina blushed an autumn crimson. "I've never done this, Mai. Not with a woman. You?" "Yes. Long ago." The mix of rices, white and brown and wild, exploded in the pot. "It did not seem strange. It was a game I played in high school. My friend and I had grown up neighbours. We had taken the same classes, studied and played together, shared our secrets with each other." "What happened?" "One night we studied for exams at her house. We played a game of dares. We were over-tired from our work. We became excited, then confessed how much we liked it. We played it often." Tina watched the polyester tent. Its dome was high enough so Peter stood upright with just a brush of cloth against his short blonde hair. Two double airbeds on the floor left ample room for gear along the outside walls, big enough for children in the someday of her dream. Four sleeping bags lay rolled and ominous, like hunters waiting for the white-tailed deer. "Doug knows all that?" "He finds it sexy. He often wants to hear the details." Tina looked concerned. "Peter'd see this differently. A threat. I guess it could be." She sipped her wine. "Is." "Yes. It is a threat," Mai echoed. "Did you see this coming?" Mai didn't move, didn't try to answer, only studied Tina's face. Tina waited, listened to the wind and bubbling rice before she spoke again. "I've gone and done it, haven't I? It's done." "What have you done?" Mai asked. "I've let myself ..." To help her say the rest, she reached a hand to smooth Mai's hair. "Fall in love." "I know." Tina moved away. Found the knife and started carving eggplant at the table, while Mai arranged the fire for cooking with a pan. "How'd this happen? I've never cheated. Three years with Peter. I do still love him." "He is a good man, but what we share is not the same." Veggies hissed against the oil. "I know." Tina shook her hair out of the rising steam. "What's next?" "I would not hurt you, Tina." "Please. Don't run away from me. You're too important. I can't back off from how I feel." "This experiment is erotic for everyone. Love is something else." Using both her hands, Mai pulled the heavy fry pan off the fire and set it on the table near the hollowed purple bulbs. Tina pushed the largest burning sticks aside to let the flames subside to coals, and then they, side by side, found balance points in sauce and rice and cheese to fill the eggplant cavities for baking in the glowing embers of the fire. "I know what love is, Mai." Mai refilled their glasses. "More wine. Do not rush to name things." Tina let the drink relax her. They sat and watched the fire and waited for the men. *§* Peter tripped into the tent, nearly tearing out the guys that framed its entrance. Doug had sent him there to stow leftover supper in the cooler and then to "tidy up." He'd assigned the "girls" the dishes while tending firewood himself. _Poor Peter. He'll tear the tent down. Couldn't help ourselves from laughing, Tina thought. "Tidy up?" What's that? Roll out the sleeping bags the way he wants us, zip partners into place according to their plan._ "Too much wine!" he argued as he stumbled back into the fire-lit group. "It's all set up. How're dishes?" "Almost finished," Mai reported. "Douglas says you did not find Twin Sisters that impressive, Peter." "Never saw them. Couldn't take my eyes off of the path. Ask me about the rocks and roots and flowers. Next time Doug can take a mountain goat for partners." "More fun. How're _you_ with heights, Christina?" Peter answered for her. "She'd go. She's fearless." "Wood's ready for tomorrow," Doug announced. "Dishes done. It's getting cold. Let's hit the sack." Tina balked. "It's way too early. Build the fire up. We'll party." "We could make it _hot_ inside the tent," was Doug's next gambit. "There is still a lot of wine. I would like a fire, too," Mai voted. A little tinder and a breeze restored the blaze. Tina opened up a bottle, their fourth. Pete and Tina argued Sexy Scrabble or Charades for Horny Couples. Mai topped their glasses, shivering. Doug tried again, "Mai, your high school friend. Remember? You played a game of dares." "You know that I remember. Felicia. To study for our last exam. World history. We were tired. We made this game. The one who missed a question must do a dare of some kind." "Like what?" asked Peter. "We got A's." Mai blushed. "We also got quite hot." "Strip Trivial Pursuit! I love it!" Peter glowed. "Let's try it," Doug encouraged. "And if one does not accept a dare?" asked Mai. Douglas now commanded. "No choice. No backing out. You have to." No argument. Tina let the wine suppress the worries she'd expressed that afternoon. _Mai's quiet. What's she thinking? Peter's bolder than at home. He can't wait to get her panties off. Maybe it's the wine. Can't even look at Douglas._ Without debate they nodded their assent. Doug finished his impromptu rules. "Any topic. If you stump the panel, they do the dare together. One person guesses wrong, they do it by themselves. You get it right, the 'asker' does the dare. 'Kay?" Blades of grass were drawn for who'd go first, and Douglas drew the longest. _He's smiling like he couldn't lose._ Cocky. "What Bears running back holds the record for most yards rushing?" They all seemed stunned. "Geeze. You need a clue. He retired about ten years ago." "Now we know it is a _he_." Mai laughed. Tina brightened. "Wait. Wait! I know it! My cousin goes to every game. Oh, shit! Who is it?" Peter shrugged. "Oh, God. Something in the kitchen. A stove? Refrigerator! Yeah, that's it!" "Sorry, Tina. No, not Perry. Walter Payton. Your dare. Alone." "Who's he? No fair." Tina looked at Mai and Peter. "You didn't know it either." "That's the rule." Doug's voice was firm. "I'll make it easy. Take off your bra. In front of us. Like you did last week." Tina winced. _Not quite! Not the same at all. Outdoors. And in a pubic park. Freezing cold. Going first. Not to mention, Mai._ Tina stood. The wine attacked her at the knees. _That much is just the same._ She pulled the shirttails from her jeans. She unbuttoned, slowly, her flannel lumberjack. She shed one sleeve and then undid the bra. She slipped it off her shoulder and pulled it through the heavy fabric, then, coyly, covered up. It was a glimpse, enough to seal their fate. _Wahoo! I did it! Revenge. My turn._ "What's the favourite Christmas dish in Sweden?" _Peter's dead. He's in agony. He should know, but he doesn't have a clue._ She watched him mentally traverse the alphabet in search of what she wanted. "Some kinda fish. I do know it. Really." "Lutfisk. Loser!" Tina judged he'd made a guess and so his dare was solo. The wine had made her generous; her dare had set a tone. She gave him what he wanted. "Kiss Mai. Sexy. Use your tongue." It was comic at the start. Peter towered next to her. They nearly toppled in the fire before he found her lips, but in the end, he, blushing, lifted her and, to applause from Doug and Tina, kissed until he choked for air. Peter asked a question on mechanics that no one even tried. Then, hyped on kissing Mai, he said he wanted underpants from all. Doug and Tina dithered. Unsteadily, Mai slipped the catch that held her jeans and let them fall. Stepped over them. She swayed her hips. She raised her top enough to show her hand caress her crotch. She wiggled as she pushed her panties down, and with her toe she flicked them somewhere in the dark. The coup de gr ce: her finger lightly traced her neat, small wedge of hair. Doug and Tina followed, less dramatically, shaking from the cold. Then Peter made them stand and raise their sweaters for a final look before they scrambled back to trousers once again. "Who comes next?" smiled Mai. They looked at Douglas. Douglas shrugged. "I will take a turn." She asked the capital of Paraguay. No takers. "Then I must involve you all in this." She winked at Tina. She lined them up with Tina in the middle, facing to the fire. She slowly circled them, then paused to drain her wine. "We're dying of suspense," chirped Peter, "and from the cold." "Please give me some information, Peter and Douglas. Use your hands to feel Christina's wetness. Then report to me if she has been aroused by our small games." Tina gasped. _God, I'll cum before they even touch me. Peter! You and Doug together? While Mai watches? God, this is going crazy. I'm acting like some slut. I'm loving it._ She felt their touch in tandem, felt two hands across her belly. She closed her eyes, inhaled to make a space for them to enter. Her jeans unsnapped. _Will we remember this tomorrow? God._ Both hands at once. _Dougs' beard along my neck. Peter grabs my buttocks for support. Douglas' lips._ She felt their fingers, bumping one another as they skinned the oily mouth of her vagina. She jumped. They didn't quit. _One. Whose? Sliding deep inside me. Oh! The other. God, my clit. Unreal._ She leaned back, resting on her husband's hand. Mai interrupted with the codicil. "I have not yet received my report, gentlemen," she slurred. "Please, I will check your hands now." Reluctantly, the men complied. "Trust us, Mai. She's horny. Right, Peter." They both extended palms for her inspection. Mai fooled them. Mai grasped each glistening index finger firmly. Placed them, both together, in her mouth. Closed her eyes and sucked them, then moaned aloud in pleasure. Douglas, still in charge, pulled roughly from his girlfriend's trembling lips. "It's time to warm the tent." His eyes met Mai's; his jaw was set. _Time to finish what we started._ This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. 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