writing-storage/between_the_trees_interlude_1.md

Author’s Note: All characters in this story are 18 or over. Any resemblance to people (living or dead) is purely coincidental. This is essentially a deleted scene for the main between the trees arc. Except I wrote it after part 2 was finished and I haven't started part 3. So... whatever. I just wanted to write it lol. Hope you enjoy!

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I stood at the crest of a hill, gazing out over a burbling waterfall swathed in fall colors. It was stunning, awe-inspiring, and breathtaking. Or it would have been, if I hadn't been too busy thinking of very different things at the moment. 

Instead of paying attention to the natural beauty that I'd come here to see, a shiver of longing was already running up my whole body, and there was no surprise as to its source. When the shudder hit my lower back, I felt my pussy contract involuntarily, and it happened again. A cool wetness oozed from my pussy, and I waited for a dollop of Vic's cum to slide lazily down my left thigh, splattering onto the limestone outcropping I stood on. It left a shining trail that reached nearly to my knee, and I had a sudden urge to dip a finger into our mixed juices and taste it.

It was as though my own body was begging me to think back on what had happened between us less than a half hour ago. How we'd met again on a hike and fallen right back into a tryst again, this time barely out of sight of the path. How I'd pleaded with him to take me without a condom, even though I wasn't on birth control. 

That part wasn't such a surprise... I was, to put it kindly, a little obsessed with the feeling of bare cock. It felt different--first of all, physically, of course, since naked skin provided a type of friction I had never seemed to be able to accomplish with a condom. But more than that, it felt different emotionally. Maybe that's why I kept making excuses for not getting on the pill or one of those implants. My soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend Claude had always refused to even let me do more than [slide him inside me without a barrier](awk, fix this!). Although since he wasn't the kind who could last very long, even while smothered by a condom, I suppose it made a certain amount of sense. 

No, the part that was a surprise had been Vic's reaction when I changed my mind, pleaded for him to finish inside me, desire for him overwhelming every rational thought in my mind. He was fully aware that I was unprotected from the very second he'd slid his bare cock into me. But I hadn't realized that the potent cocktail of danger and pleasure I was so enamored with appealed to him too. Apparently it did, however, and as I relived the last moments of our fucking, I felt a shiver run from my feet to my spine, my pussy clenching at the thought of Vic's cum exploding inside me. There was something so forbidden about it, and now here I was walking around, dripping his juices onto the hiking trail. It felt exhilarating to be at the precipice of what felt like a totally different life; had he already impregnated me, the second he'd given in to our unified desires and filled me with his seed? Either way, our lives wouldn't be the same, now that we had found each other, and discovered our shared desire for that particular risk. 

Vic wrapped his lightly tanned arm around my waist as he stopped together with me to examine the view. "You know, it feels like it's different somehow to have someone to hike with," he said, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. "The sights feel even more breathtaking, somehow."

I nodded. It was beautiful. A gust of wind shook the trees around us, a clattering crescendo that transformed the forested hills into a waving, golden ocean of waves and ripples. I couldn't help but nestle close to Vic's strong frame, reaching around him to pull myself even closer. As I did so, though, my initial pure motivations were quickly betrayed, and I couldn't help but let my hands wander down his side to feel his firm ass, giving him a playful squeeze before pulling away.

He gave me a quizzical grin as I laughed lightly and started off again down the track. I called out over my shoulder to him. "I told you, it doesn't take long for me to be in the mood again. Especially not now."

"What do you mean, not now," he asked as he hustled to catch up to me along the forested trail.

I spun around and walked backwards, taunting him by drawing my skirt up the front of my legs. "You have to ask?" I sensually dragged a finger through the trail of our combined fluids, tracing up my inner thigh. "I'm still dripping with your cum, and I can feel there's still more... up there." 

His easy smile took on a slightly hungry look. "You did ask for it," he quipped.

With a nod, I couldn't help but slide my narrow, now-sticky finger into my mouth, running my tongue over the musky cocktail of cum and my wetness on it. Victor visibly swallowed, watching the tip of my tongue intently, and I smiled right back at him. A shiver of nervous pleasure tingled its way up my spine. "You know, I've really never experienced... someone finishing inside me like that before."

He crooked his head, walking right towards me. "Really? Never?" he asked, taking another step forward right into my personal space. It felt imposing, slightly charged; I could still smell the residue of the sweat on him from before, when he'd taken me. It turned me on, but I took a step back almost despite myself, which seemed to only drive him on further.

"Well, never quite like that, no," I answered.

"What does that mean," he laughed, stepping towards me again. I shivered, moving back again, this time feeling a tree pressing against my back--there was nowhere further to retreat.

It was my turn to swallow, a shudder of longing rolling up my body. "It was... different. My boyfriend and I, just out of high school... It's complicated." Vic stepped forward and let his bulk press against me, holding me against the tree, a hand grazing my hip while he leaned in to kiss me hungrily. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues meeting. Despite the intimate pose, he was gentle, though still needy, sucking my lower lip before breaking away. He kissed along my jaw, moving back past my ear, and when he reached my neck, I couldn't help but moan again. 

He murmured softly against my ear, "Why don't you tell me the story, then?" I felt his hand on my thigh, pushing my skirt up slightly, tracing lines that seemed to spiral further and further along my inner thighs each time.

I told him.

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The summer sun