FRIDAY ^#5

Outdoor Fucking

Raven’s hiking boots crunch against the dry leaves as she and Violet follow the trail by the riverbed, which is too narrow to walk down hand in hand. Raven leads until the trail widens and they can stroll side by side, often groping each other.

Raven pauses, in awe of a dragonfly. “Did you know they have some of the most advanced flight engineering? All four of their wings operate independently. Or at least, that’s what my son told me. I learn a lot of interesting but irrelevant facts from my six-year-old.”

Raven leans her face in close, then presses her parted lips against Violet’s and whispers, “Can you imagine making love in midair?”

Violet responds dreamily, “You make me feel like we’re flying.”

The women wind their way to a clearing under the shade of a towering oak. Violet rests her foot on a large rock while she reties her ponytail. Raven straddles the trunk of a fallen tree.

“Look, it’s a yoni. I love when the scar tissue around a broken branch forms the shape of a bulging vulva.”

Violet shakes her head and teases, “You are an ecosexual pervert.”

Raven warms her hand on her own thigh. “You know my first orgasm was on a log just like this. When I was a girl, I rocked back and forth and felt so much pleasure all over my body that I didn’t even realize it originated from between my legs.”

A certain deviant look comes over Raven’s face as she pulls a ziplock bag from her back pocket. Its contents: latex gloves.

“Isn’t it ironic to be out here in nature using these sterile gloves?” Violet asks, obviously excited.

Raven makes an excessive production out of pulling on the gloves and snapping them on her wrist. “Ironic, or kinky?”

“You want to do it here?” Violet looks around.

“This place is perfect,” Raven says, poking at the latex webbing between her fingers.

“It’s pretty exposed.”

“I thought you’d like the thrill of knowing anyone could walk up that path,” Raven says. She lays her sweater on the log for Violet to sit.

She unbuttons Violet’s jean shorts and pulls them down her thighs, but not all the way off, in case they have to make a quick getaway.

Raven massages Violet’s inner thighs, and with her dominant hand, she lightly strums fingers against her mons. Violet must be surprised by the silky texture of the gloves, because she says, “It’s softer than lotion.”

Raven marvels at how Violet’s innocence seems so easily corrupted. Kneeling, she positions her body between Violet’s milky thighs, still facing toward the path, so if anyone walks up she would see them first. Raven stares into Violet’s eyes as she sucks on two fingers for lubrication.

“You can just spit on me.”

“That’s not very classy, is it?” Raven says, coaxing her hidden clit to come out and play.

“But I deserve it.”

“But spitting is demeaning. To me, spitting on a yoni is sacrilege. Do you want me to desecrate your temple?”

“When you put it that way, yes, please.”

Raven shoots Violet a look, then plunges her two latex-covered fingers deep inside her tunnel. Violet gasps. Raven moves her fingers to the rhythm of Violet’s heavy breathing. Violet lifts her hips slightly by pushing against the log, and rocks up and down in Raven’s direction.

Violet surrenders into the ride. Raven notices every micro movement; she is listening to every little moan, and pauses when Violet’s body tenses suddenly. Raven feels a block in the flow. Intuitively, she knows this is not the tension of pleasure.

“What was that?” Raven inquires.

“Nothing. Keep going,” Violet says, trying to relax.

“But you went away for a moment.” Raven’s hand stills. “Where did you go?”

“I’m right here.”

“And so am I. We were connected on a cloud, then you suddenly fell off. Was it a fantasy?”

“I wish it were a fantasy.”

“Take me with you.”

“This was not a place you want to go,” Violet resists.

“It feels like your shame body got activated. Do you want me to pull out?” Raven asks.

“Stay,” Violet whispers. “If I ignore it, sometimes I can find the pleasure again.”

Raven starts moving her hand slowly. “I’m not going to ignore it. I want to bring pleasure into your shame body.”

“What do you mean?” Violet asks.

“When I was new to kissing girls, I’d be kissing someone, and then suddenly the whole world would stop, and I’d be like, ‘whoa.’ A strange feeling of shame would come over me, but that made the kiss even hotter.”

“I wish it were that simple. I’m haunted by Sodom and Gomorrah.”

Raven slowly extracts her fingers but lightly cups Violet’s outer lips.

“You mean like fire and brimstone?”

“Worse, it’s like I’m flooded by images of debauchery, sinful orgies, with penises and vaginas everywhere. My pussy is all used up, completely destroyed. It’s like a curse where people are squirting jizz and juices all over.”

“Oh that old story.” Raven smirks and shakes her head.

“When I say it out loud, it sounds kinda hot, but sometimes when I see it in my head, it grosses me out. The worst part is my dad will show up and look disapproving, and all these highly spiritual people will say, “Look at how unevolved you are for rubbing your genitals everywhere. Don’t you know it’s unclean to put other people’s genitals in your mouth?”

Raven gestures with her moist hand in the air. “Have you actually read the story of Sodom and Gomorrah?”

Violet shakes her head, “That’s all I know about it, but my parents could probably recite it to you.”

“It’s a funny story, actually—ironic. Want to hear it?”

“I’m not sure I do,” Violet protests.

“So, Sodom and Gomorrah were twin cities that really knew how to party. God decides to send two angels down to earth to clean it up, you know, to do his dirty work. So when the angels arrived at the city gate, a man named Lot welcomed them and invited them to dinner. Then a sex-crazed mob came to his door demanding to sodomize the new visitors. Lot tried to protect his house guests by offering his own virgin daughters in trade. Lot instructed them to serve the townsfolk however they desired.”

“No way!”

Raven nods. “So, the angels decide to strike everyone blind except Lot and his family. They planned to scorch both cities, even the plants and innocent animals, and promised to spare Lot and his family on the condition that they run away and never look back. Everyone knows what happened to Lot’s wife… she’s the one that turned into a pillar of salt, for having second thoughts.”

“Did you learn this story in Catholic Sunday School?”

“I was never raised religious, as a kid. And I always felt I was missing out, so I majored in divinity and minored in women’s studies. I wrote my thesis on how ancient goddess cultures used performance in their ritual services.”

“Is that how you got into theater?”

“No, I was born into theater, my father’s a playwright. I tried to get away from the family trade, but somehow, I’m always drawn back.”

“Like a criminal to the scene of the crime.” Violet surprises Raven with a quick kiss, explaining, “You are so damn hot right now.”

“Do you want to hear what happened to Lot’s daughters?”

“There’s more?”

“Oh, it gets worse.”

“Will you keep fingering me? Hand sex makes learning bible stories so much more fun.”

“Yes. This will definitely re-script your shame body.” She slowly slips inside Violet’s velvet temple as she continues.

“Lot and his two daughters spent the rest of their days exiled to a dark cave. The older daughter got the urge to procreate but noticed there were no men around except her dad, so she decides to get him drunk with wine and takes advantage of him. And as if that’s not enough, she forces her little sister to do it too.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously! They both got pregnant, and the bible hails them as saints for carrying on the family line.”

An erotic trance has taken over Violet. Raven feels the passion against her hand and asks, “You like that?”

“Yes, tell me more,” Violet says as she undulates her hips.

“I’m imagining we were Sodomites during those times. During the heyday of homosexuality, when adultery and orgies were rampant. I would pull you into one of their dimly lit salt caves, where people were fornicating. I would fondle your body in the dark until you opened to me, then I’d penetrate you, slowly, so you could feel the full scope of my desire. I’d have my way with you, in every orifice, anytime I wanted, in front of whoever happened to be there.”

More heavy breathing. The two women are way past the point of caring about judgment or damnation. And then Violet’s body gets tense. It’s a good tension, the kind that is followed by spasms of pleasure and falling . . . drifting . . . down out of the clouds to a place where the earth is alive, and sexuality and sodomy are not crimes against nature.