Emmy And Me

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked, my voice soft.

"Nothing's wrong, per se," she answered. "It's just… you have a real life and I have a real life on the other side of the country. When this road trip is over I'll fly back to Miami, go back to work for my dad's company and try to finish up the classes I need for my degree. You'll go back to Los Angeles or New York or Paris or wherever and live your rich-person lifestyle with your wife, who is so hot I don't even understand why you're here with me…"

"Emmy is hot," I agreed, pitching my voice low for comic effect, and it worked. Katrina sat up and turned around to face me. When she saw my grin, she gave me a light slap on the shoulder.

"Don't you know it's rude to talk about other chicks when you're naked in the tub with the one you're about to have sex with?" she demanded, but it was all in good humor.

"I'll make a note of it," I replied. "For the next time it comes up."

"You do that," Katrina said, harrumphing. Her point made, she settled herself back against me. "Now, where were we?"

"Naked, in a tub with the hot chicks we were each about to have sex with?" I suggested.

"Well, the odds of that last part are rapidly diminishing," Katrina huffed as she placed my hands back on her body.

I slid my hands up and cupped her lovely breasts, gently playing with her nipples with my thumbs. I kissed her where her neck met her shoulder and nuzzled my way up behind her ear, getting a sexy little groan of pleasure as my reward.

"Emmy is hot," I said softly, "But so are you, Kat. You are on fire. My first thought when your dad introduced me to you was how stunningly gorgeous you were. Your dad's a good-looking man, but your mom must be a rare beauty to have produced a daughter like you." Abandoning her breasts, I slid my arms around her tummy to pull her in to me more tightly. "Then again, I've met your brother. I think you might have stolen all the good-looking genes in the pool."

Laughing, Katrina said, "Poor Paul. He's not good-looking, he's not smart, he's a pain in the ass and he's not motivated or hard-working."

"But other than that, he's a great guy," I said.

Chuckling quietly, Katrina let herself go limp as my hands stroked her body. After a minute or two she said, "I have to confess something to you."

"You really are a spy for the CIA? I knew it!" I said.

"No, not that. I'm not supposed to tell anybody that," she said, slapping my knee. "No, it's about the sex thing. About me having sex with you, I mean."

"If you're not ready…"

"No, I totally am," Katrina said, guiding my hand down her tummy. "I have been for days now. Pretty much ever since I got off the plane, really. But, like, I wanted-" she said, but cut off when my fingertips discovered that extra sensitive little part of her, but I only gave her little clit a few playful strokes before moving on. Once I cupped and held her vaj in my hand, just to feel the warmth of it and how it fit into my hand, her train of thought got rolling again.

"I wanted to see if you and me, if we could make a real connection without it being all about just fucking like proverbial rabbits. It was a kind of test, I guess."

"Did I pass?" I asked as I explored her opening with the tip of my middle finger.

"It wasn't a test for you," Katrina relied as she shifted to give me better access. "It was more of a test for me. Well, I guess for us together- I don't know. I wanted to know if we- if we could have a- you're making it hard to think," she protested.

"Thinking is overrated," I said, slowly sliding my finger in and out.

"You might be right," Katrina admitted breathlessly.

I gently pinched and rolled her very firm nipple, enjoying the soft, sexy sounds Katrina was making.

"Tell me again why we've been waiting all this time to do this?" she asked after a small shudder ran through her whole body.

"Beats me," I replied, nibbling on her earlobe. "I've been wanting to do this for over a year now."

"I- I've been wanting you to do this for over a year now," Katrina moaned. "Ever… ever since you saved me from that Canadian guy."

"Should we take this to the bed?" I suggested.

"Bed is good," Katrina agreed, using the sides of the tub to lift herself up and away from my attentions.

Seeing my opportunity, I grabbed her hips and took a little bite of her ass cheek. following it up with a kiss.

"I'm gonna be sore tomorrow, I can tell," Katrina said, but it sure didn't sound as if she was dreading it.

After some fun time toweling each other off, we just started making out there in the room's en suite bath. We kissed and groped each like horny teenagers, awkwardly shuffling our way out of the bathroom and over to the bed. It was lucky we didn't crash into anything or simply fall over, given how little we were paying attention to anything but each other.

When we finally did make it to the bed, I flopped down on my back, carrying Katrina with me. Surprised but pleased by that development, she gave me a sexy grin.

"Now I have you exactly where I want you!" she said, pushing herself up and straddling my tummy.

"No, Agent Suárez, I have you where I want you!" I replied.

"We'll see about that!" Katrina said, enjoying the game just as much as I was. "I have ways of making you talk!" she added, sliding herself up to park herself on my face.

I made a big show of struggling to free myself at the same time as I pulled her exactly where I wanted her- coincidentally, exactly where she wanted to be, too. I went to town, using every trick I'd learned over the last seven years of dedication to the art of cunnilingus aided by my overwhelming strength to hold her in place through several orgasms.

When I finally relented and let Katrina fall to the bed, nearly senseless after my onslaught, all she could do is moan.

"Now that," I said, rolling her onto her back, "was a tasty little appetizer."

"Oh, God, no more… for a while, at least," Katrina groaned. "That was too much."

"No, that was just right," I corrected, gently stroking her beautifully tanned but sweaty skin. I scooped up her limp body and draped her across my knees where I knelt on the bed. This had the effect of arching her back, letting her head loll to my left and her legs splay out to my right.

I stroked and caressed her everywhere I could reach, from her knees all the way to the top of her head. I used long, slow touches, using just my fingertips. Her skin broke out in goosebumps at the sensation, which told me I was doing it right.

"God, Leah," Katrina sighed. "That feels amazing."

Smiling, I bent down and kissed her nipple, then used my tongue to trace little circles. My right hand was gently teasing her inner thighs, getting her warmed up for the next round.

At my questioning look, Katrina nodded to show me that she was ready as my right index and middle finger found their way up to where her legs came together. My two fingers slipped easily inside up to the second knuckle as I massaged the very sensitive walls of Katrina's pussy. I curled my fingers a bit for maximum effect, but kept my motions slow and steady, using the heel of my hand to apply pressure to her clit.

My left hand was busy caressing Katrina's hair and the side of her face, keeping her attention on my eyes as I looked into hers. It didn't take long to bring her to another climax, but this one was gentler, which had been my intention.

I slid my knees out from under her and rearranged her limp body so that I could lie down on top of her in the classic missionary position. All I wanted at this point was to let her feel my weight, and to kiss her, to taste her lips, her tongue, and to breathe in her breath.

I had propped myself up on my elbows, but Katrina pulled me down, wanting to feel all of my one hundred and eighty pounds pinning her to the mattress.

"Ready for some more?" I asked after we kissed for a while.

"More?" she asked, her voice a mix of anticipation and dread.

"More," I confirmed, pushing myself upright.

"I don't know how much more I can take," Katrina confessed.

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"You know, you can always tell me if it's too much, or I'm doing something you don't like or aren't ready for," I told her, running my fingertips across her belly and ribs. "I'm never going to do anything you don't want."

"I trust you- I do," she said, capturing my hands in hers. "Maybe more than, um, anybody I've ever had sex with. I'm just super sensitive, after all that."

"Best time for what I have in mind," I said, maneuvering to get the angle right. I worked my knees to the outside of her hips and lifted hers up and towards her chest, spread wide. Once she realized what I was going for, Katrina willingly spread her legs for me, holding her knees in place with her hands.

Lifting myself up just a bit, I found just the right position and began to rock my hips. The sweet, sweet friction of her slippery, sensitive parts on my own needy clit was just right, and soon the two of us fell into a rhythm that met our needs perfectly.

Knowing that she was far past the point of well-primed, I kept the touch light. Still, she came long before I was anywhere close.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, knowing that she'd left me blue-ovaried.

Despite my protests that I was fine, Katrina rolled me onto my back and lifted my knees up and apart, settling herself down between them.

She ran her fingers along my outer labia, then inner, exploring my anatomy.

"I've never, like, been this close to another pussy before," she said, but I didn't hear any sort of reservation or trepidation in her voice, merely interest. "It's prettier than I expected it would be. I don't mean I thought your pussy would be ugly!" she added quickly. "It's just, you know…"

"You've seen it before," I protested, looking down at her.

"Not like this, I haven't," she countered, finally braving a little penetration. "Somehow this is very different than just, you know, fingering myself," she said wonderingly as she slid her finger in all the way, then out again over and over. "You feel a lot hotter somehow."

Pulling her finger out, she slid it up and around my clit, then back inside, but this time adding a second finger. She kept at this for a while, and I let myself sink into the building wave until it finally crested over me and I came. Not hard, not long, but still very satisfying.

Pleased with herself, Katrina sucked on her fingers, then, impulsively shoved her face between my legs and lapped at me like a cat at a saucer of milk. Her technique was basic, but my pussy enjoyed the attention all the same, and soon I had a second, stronger orgasm.

Katrina crawled up my body and gave me a deep, passionate kiss, letting me taste myself on her.

"I liked that a lot," she said as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"Eating me out?"

"That was incredible! I could feel when you were about to come, you know. I could tell, and that made me want to do it even more."

"I have to say, that is excellent news," I said. "I am perfectly happy to have you eat me out as often as you want."

"You say that now, but by the, I don't know, fifth or sixth time I have you pull over to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere tomorrow you might change your mind," she said with a smile.

"Even if it takes us the rest of the week to get to our next stop," I confirmed.

Cuddling naked on top of the sheets in the afterglow, Katrina asked, "Was I any good?"

"I think it's fair to say that I enjoyed that immensely," I assured her, kissing her forehead. "What do you think about your first girl-sex experience?"

"You're gonna have to work a little harder if you want to ruin me for men forever," she laughed. "But it was a Hell of a start."

Over breakfast at the adjoining restaurant, Katrina said, "I like the idea of us just road-tripping for the rest of our time. But you said Crater Lake? I looked it up," she said, holding up her phone, "And it looks amazing. Can we do that? I mean, I've seen the Lost Coast now, so mountains?"

"I think we can make that work," I agreed, pulling out my own phone to find lodging.

We saw a herd of elk in a meadow beside the road on Highway 1, just south of Crescent City.

"I had no idea they were that big!" Katrina said, twisting in her seat to look at them as we drove by. "Are they common around here? I thought they were only in, like, the Rockies?"

"Nah, they're all over the West," I assured her. "That's the first time I've seen any this close to the coast, but yeah."

"Pretty cool," Katrina said, settling back into her seat.

In Southern Oregon, maybe an hour from the Pacific Coast Highway, Katrina saw a sign for the Oregon Caves.

"Can we go?" she asked, so of course I agreed. After all, this was a sightseeing trip, and these were sights to see, right?

The caves didn't disappoint. They were cold, dark, and surprisingly beautiful inside. The ranger guiding the tour explained that over millions of years marble had formed from the accretions of minerals and water, forming the unusual stalactites and stalagmites we were seeing.

When we emerged back into the warm, sunny morning, there were some people taking pictures of my car. Of course I was used to this, although normally it was the Spyder that got the attention.

"Why were those guys so excited about this car?" Katrina asked as we made our way back to the highway.

"Like I said, it's special," I said with a shrug.

"Hmph," Katrina responded, pulling out her phone, presumably to look up what made it to special.

"No service," she said, putting her phone back down.

"I told you this is a 2002, right? All in, BMW only made these cars for three years and only made five thousand, more or less, in that time. It was a really expensive car for the time and people didn't really understand the retro thing yet, so demand was never very high- that's why they stopped making them. In the years since, collectors and car nerds like me have really come to appreciate these things, so the price has gone way up. So, add to that that almost all were silver or black- I read somewhere that only three hundred and nineteen were ever painted this color blue- and that makes this a very rare car. Probably the only one those guys have ever seen in person."

"You say it was expensive when new, but the price has gone up… What are we talking here?" Katrina asked.

"On auction, this car is probably worth two hundred grand, maybe two-twenty," I said.

"Are you kidding me?" Katrina demanded.

"No, that's about what these are going for. Of course, I'm ruining the value by driving it, but I didn't buy it to park it in my garage."

"Rich people," Katrina said, shaking her head.

We had lunch in a town called Grants Pass at a farm-to-table place that had a quirky atmosphere but surprisingly great food. I had a fantastic rosemary-roasted chicken breast and Katrina enjoyed the salmon, washed down with local wine.

"Can I tell you something?" Katrina asked as we ate.

"Of course," I replied.

"I never really understood the whole face-sitting thing before last night," she said.

I looked at her, then behind her, then back at her until she got the message and looked behind her to see the bearded young waiter standing right behind her, trying not to laugh.

"Oh my God," Katrina said, covering her face with her hands.

"Nah, it's cool," he said as he refilled our water glasses. "I'm a big fan, myself."

"I know, right?" I said, holding up my hand, which he high-fived.

"God, I can't believe…" Katrina said, after checking to make sure the guy had left.

"Kat, it's fine," I assured her, resting my hand on hers. "That waiter, he's young and hip enough that he doesn't care that we're gay. In fact, he probably thinks it's cool. Yeah, this may be a sort-of redneck town, but even in towns like this there are places like this restaurant that are all about being inclusive."

"I guess I'm gonna start to need to think like that, aren't I?" Katrina asked, but she didn't need an answer from me. This was a question for herself.

We got to Crater Lake late in the afternoon, and the weather couldn't be any better. The sky was a perfect, clear blue, without a single cloud to be seen.

"This is fake," Katrina announced as we stood at the viewpoint looking down at the lake nearly a thousand feet below. "It has to be fake. There is no way that water is that blue."

"Seriously," I agreed. She was one hundred per cent right- the water of the lake was so intensely sapphire blue that it looked unreal.

Moving over to the explanatory display, I read out to her that this was the deepest lake in the US, and ninth deepest in the world. The blue color, I read to her, was a result of the depth and the unusual clarity of the water, since almost all the water in the lake is from rainfall directly onto the surface.

"Fake," she said, shaking her head. "They add dye or something."

"You can really see that this is the mouth of an ancient volcano," she said, after reading over the infographic display. "I mean, even if this didn't say anything about it, it'd be obvious."

The lodge was as nice as I'd hoped- all big wooden timber beams and stone fireplaces. The room was pretty standard. Nice enough, but somewhat bland in comparison to the hotel's public areas. Since it was early season and midweek, there was no problem getting a table for dinner, even though I hadn't known to make a reservation.

Katrina and I walked into the dining room hand in hand, and I pulled her chair out for her at the table, making it very clear to any who might be watching that we were a lesbian couple.

Katrina was well aware of what I was doing, and was keeping a sharp eye out for peoples' reactions.

"Those old people over there to your left are giving us the evil eye," she said, her voice low.

"Is anybody else?" I asked.

"No, just them," she replied, glancing around the room.

"Consider that a win, then. When we leave, if they're still here, we give each other a kiss and call each other 'honey' where they can hear us. Let them know that we're not hiding who we are," I said.

Katrina let out a long exhale, but didn't say anything.

While our room was acceptably nice, it was very much 'hotel generic' and had no real style. It also had no bathtub, and the shower was really only barely big enough for me by myself, and certainly not for the both of us together. This meant no soapy fun time for Katrina and Leah that night.

Katrina wasn't really in the mood for sexy fun time, either, but cuddling was O.K., and I was fine with that.

"What's wrong, Kat?" I asked as I spooned her.

"What you said at dinner got me thinking," she replied, her voice quiet. "About not hiding who we are," she added.

"Is this about those old grumps?"

"No, not really," Katrina replied, pulling my arm around herself more tightly. "It's more about us. You and me."

"Yeah?" I prompted when it seemed as if she wasn't going to say any more.

"Leah, you told me you've been out of the closet since high school. This is all just normal for you, but me… I'm having a hard time with it,' Katrina admitted.

"Don't let homophobes like those old people bother you, babe," I said, kissing the back of her neck.

"It wasn't them- or at least, not just them," she said. "It was the guy where we ate lunch-"

"The waiter?" I asked. "He was an ally!"

"Yeah, he was, but, like, that's just it. I've never had to think like this before. At dinner you said 'we're not hiding who we are,' but I'm still not sure this is who I am," Katrina said, her voice so quiet I almost couldn't hear her.

There were no words I could say that would help her through this self-doubt, so all I did was hug her and kiss the back of her neck again, long and tender while she cried quietly to herself.

Katrina was dead to the world when I woke up, so I slipped out of bed and went out for a run. There was a signboard with maps at the other end of the lodge's parking lot, and seeing that Garfield Peak was a little over three miles, I opted for that. This would be my first time running at any real elevation, and starting the run at over seven thousand feet and climbing from there… Well, I didn't want to bite off more than I could easily chew.

The run was good- even the sections where I had to traverse icy snow fields, despite it being mid-July. The views were truly spectacular, making me wish I had a real camera and not just my phone to take pictures with.

"I can't believe you went out for a run!" Katrina said when I got back to the room. "Just walking around I can feel how thin the air is here!"

"Yeah, I was breathing hard," I agreed as I stripped out of my running clothes. "But it felt good to get the blood pumping."

Pleased that Katrina's melancholy from the night before seemed to have been forgotten, I took a quick shower and got dressed. Well, I would have gotten dressed if Katrina hadn't prevented it.

"Nuh uh," she said. "On the bed. On your back. I'm gonna start out the day getting in a little pussy-eating practice."

"What, don't I get a say?" I protested.

"Only if you were gonna say yes," Katrina responded, pushing me towards the bed.

"I was," I admitted, not resisting at all.