Winter sun and realizing a mutual crush [MF]

We all play little games when we’re flirting. The whole business is the game of testing boundaries. Did I go too far? Did I not go far enough? 

The game I was playing today was not texting you. It was mostly me being insecure. Do you actually like me? Am I projecting? Are we just friends and I’m doing the one sided crush thing? So today was just laying back and fighting the urge to start our daily banter first. 

I shouldn’t have worried. Shortly after lunch you lit up my phone. 

‘Today is too beautiful. I just want to sit and the sun and drink beer’ 

Hmmm. Is this a date? Maybe this isn’t one sided at all? Certainly a good sign. Plans were quickly made. Obstacles overcome (why did the electrician need help now?). Within the hour I was riding through the golden afternoon light to your door. 

We made our way to the river. The dog had a stick twice her size and flared at the ends like a bone out of the Flintstones. We narrowly avoided throwing it over the edge of the salt marsh and into the shining mud of the river. Winter was breaking and the sun felt glorious. You took me to your favorite spot where the small creek you were living on merged with the larger river. The tide was low and the high clouds made fish scales above us. 

We sat on an old timber and you pulled the finest craft beer the gas station had to offer out your bag. We sat and laughed. Told each other stories about the farm. I watched your eyes. Hazel flecked with green. Bright, smart and open. 

Winter sun never lasts and the golden warmth was fading to blue. The tide was turning. Small dirty icebergs and ducks that looked like small dirty icebergs were improbly flowing upstream. We talked about going back. Trying to look casual I took the blanket and wrapped it around our shoulders. I’d never been this close to you and the warmth of your thigh felt delightful against mine. You didn’t pull away but you didn’t lean into me either. I was still swirling with doubts. Terrified that if I made a move I could blow up this fragile little friendship we were making. There’s not a lot of people around here and none who are like you. You’re without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I’ve met and to meet you here miles from the nearest city in tidal rivers and farms seems like a weird and special thing. 

Soon the cold was too much and our beers were too empty. We crunched back over the frozen marsh grasses and through the birch grove to your house. Inside we lit a fire and softened chocolate in its warmth. You had a bit on your lip and I was tempted to kiss it off. Instead fear got the best of me and I simply pointed it out. You’re hard to read. You keep your cards close to your chest and despite your bright open eyes you’ve got a winning poker face. I’m terrified. Swirly. You’ve been my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night for weeks. And here we are in front of a wood stove in the creeping blue light. 

‘What are you thinking?’ 

Shit. Busted. I guess I shouldn’t have been lingering on your eyes again. Letting the conversation fade light that wasn’t the best idea either. We had a moment. Now I’m fucked. 

‘I don’t want to say’

‘You can tell me’ 

‘I kinda wanna kiss you’

‘You can kiss me’ you pause a beat ‘thanks for asking’ 

You slide your legs open as I lean over. It’s surprisingly awkward. Our rhythms are off. Lips are off beat and our bodies can’t seem to connect. This isn’t what I expected it would feel like. 

You climb on top of me and start to grind yourself into my pelvic bone. Our kissing is becoming more fluid. More relaxed. I draw the long tendrils of your hair off your face. Fuck you’re beautiful. 

I let my hands up your shirt feeling the warmth of your skin. You’re softer than expected. Somehow I thought all the biking and farm work would leave you firm and toned but you feel smooth and yielding. I can feel your small breasts under your sports bra. Your body is perfect. I mumble a check in and you mumble back. I slip my hands under and kiss up your stomach to get my first taste of your breasts. Slightly puffy and surprisingly dark for your pale skin. I’m clearly more excited about them than you are. You’re attention is all on grinding me. Fair enough. Keeping my lips on your breasts I drop my hand into the rough crease of your jeans and let you press hard into my fingers. I can feel your warmth and the parting of your lips even through the layers of fabric. 

You let me take off your sweater and pull mine over my head. We’re pushing harder into each other. Swaying back and forth. Precariously balancing on poorly planned limbs. Your hips move relentlessly. It’s encouraging but it also happens it be pressing on my bladder. I ignore it but it’s becoming distracting. We fall back on the floor. I kiss down your belly to the button of your jeans. I’m dying to taste you.

‘Should I keep going?’

‘Mmm. I dunno? Are we moving to fast?’

I come back up. And kiss you. We make some jokes about hot high school make outs and how you can never get that yearning tension back if you go too fast.  I find out she’s been thinking about kissing me and the only reason this didn’t happen sooner is because she wasn’t sure if I had a partner. We make out a bit more and find the dog has arrived and is inserting herself between us. 

‘Someone’s hungry huh?’

‘I guess you have some things to do?’

‘Yeah and I’m dying to pee’ 

‘You’re not the only one’

We reassemble ourselves and I follow you around doing the animal chores. All the chickens are accounted for and the goats are fed. 

Before long we’re back inside. You’re visibly more relaxed leaning against the counter sipping your water. Our eyes catch again and I kiss you deeply. It’s easier now. We’ve found a rhythm. We’re quick to strip to the waste and your more aggressive slipping your hands into my pants and feeling my cock through my jeans. I push you up on the counter and start kissing down your neck and breasts. Once again I’m at the button of your jeans. 

‘Should we do this?’

‘Kinda want to. Does it feel right for to you?’

‘Yeah’

‘Then we should do it’

I open your fly and start kissing down your opening jeans. I get the first glimpse of your hair. It’s hard to tell if it’s just naturally light or you shave. It’s not terribly concerning. I’m more interested in how you taste. Your pussy is beautiful. Soft puffy lips and a light fringe of black hair. I slip my tongue in and find your clit. You run your finger through my hair and slide your hips back. I can feel you starting to get wet. The fresh taste of your juices covering the muskier first flavour. I start to alternate long deep licks with swirls and sucking of your clit. 

You pull me up and unbutton my jeans. We pause a bit and talk about partners and poly and testing  and birth control. You have an IUD and we’re both clean and it’s clear neither of us wants to use condoms. I start playing with you again. Slipping my fingers inside you while you play with my cock. That doesn’t last long before you grab me and pull me into your bedroom. 

In the dark I push you down on the bed and we start grinding. I feel you open and I slip inside. You give a little moan of pleasure. You feel wonderful. I pull you higher on the bed and we start to find a pace. In the dark I get the first glimpse of your body. Long and slender with pale willowy legs and tiny puffy nipples topped by the already familiar mass of brunette tendrils, swoops and curls that makes up your hair. I’m swooning. You’re more beautiful naked than I could have imagined and I’ve been imagining you a lot. 

You’ve become pressed into the wall so we switch positions. Still on your back you put your feet on my shoulders and I push deep inside you. Then I pull you up  and you ride me while I roll my thumbs over your clit. You let your hand fall back and play with my cock and thighs. It feels wonderful. It’s still hard to read you sexually. There’s these slutty moves you make but you’re not overtly kinky. I don’t want to push too far even though you’re much more sexual than I suspected. I’m definitely excited to find out more.

I can feel myself losing rigidity so I push you back and finish eating you out. You’re already close so it doesn’t take much to push you over. I feel your body buck and moan and taste the warm wash of your cum. 

In the dark we cuddle and kiss. We’re back to making jokes and enjoying each other’s warmth.  I can just barely make out your profile and the sharp angles of your nose. I’m swooning. Feeling lucky to find such a rad weirdo out here in the woods. We just seem to click on all these deep levels and most of the things that make us difficult for other people seem to be things that work for us. 

I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and wake up in her arms but I still had things to do at the farm. We see each other almost every day so it won’t be long before we get a chance for that. At least for tonight I get to fall asleep in the lingering warm thoughts of your body and your touch. 

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ez7fnx/winter_sun_and_realizing_a_mutual_crush_mf