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This is a lighter story than my other short stories. I guess I am just 
trying to lighten things up after the last few stories. This story is 
very close to "Rain", but a little lighter. This story features
female-female 
love and sex, sex outside of the bedroom (twice), and light bondage.
If this 
is going to offend you, or you are a minor, think twice before reading
this.

The characters are fictitious. 'nuff said.

Thanks to Munk for once again proofing this for me before I subjected 
everyone else to it.

You can archive this story if you want as long as you aren't charging
anyone to access it and you keep the headers intact. And I'd appreciate 
a note so I know where it is.

As always, comments are welcome.

- crimson


Sunswept [ FF, light/first bond, outdoors ]
By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)


She shivered despite the fact that the bright afternoon sun was
beating down 
on her from a crystal clear blue sky. She felt the floating dock
beneath her
shift as the waves gently rocked it.

She idly pulled at her wrists, glancing up at the soft cord that bound
them
to the dock slats. She felt the familiar tingle begin in her groin,
rising
to her nipples as she realized for the billionth time that she was
helpless.
She couldn't free herself. She relaxed again, letting her body soak in
the
sun; the only tan lines today were going to be slight rings around her
ankles and wrists where the ropes securely held her to the swimming
platform.

Her mind wandered back to the night before. 

It had been a long arduous six hour drive to get to the cabin. She'd
been 
cramped and uncomfortable as Danielle had driven the small Civic towards
their destination. She had offered to drive, but Danielle would have
none 
of that. They'd stopped twice during the long trip north for gas,
bathroom 
breaks and a quick snack. As far as she was concerned, it hadn't been
enough, 
but Danielle had been in a hurry. The light had been fading, and she
was 
anxious to arrive at Sunswept. She hated car trips.

"Well? What do you think?" Danielle had finally pulled the car to a
stop.
She spread her arms in a gesture of embrace, encompassing the clearing
in which the car had halted.

She mumbled, but didn't open her eyes. She had clamped her eyelids
shut as
they completed the last part of their journey. The last half hour had
been
torture. Danielle had guided the tiny car onto a two track path winding 
through the trees. She had felt like she was riding a roller coaster
into 
hell. She had closed her eyes partially to block her visions of ending
up 
wrapped uncomfortably around a pine, and partially to try to reduce the 
building nausea due to motion sickness, an unwelcome leftover from her 
childhood.

"Have a look, Wendy, before the sun goes down."

Wendy managed to open her eyes and groaned. She reached for the door
handle,
sure she was going to be sick. She struggled out of the car, fighting
her
body. The clean fresh air carressed her face and lungs. She took deep 
clensing breaths, smelling forest, rain and clover. She almost
immediately 
felt better. The fresh air and the end of the roller coaster ride
began to
free her from the grip of the motion sickness.

Wendy turned as she heard the other car door slam.

"Are you alright?" Danielle asked concerned, finally noticing that her
passenger was a little pale around the edges. She had had her attention
fully on the road, and Wendy hadn't said anything.

Wendy nodded. "Feeling a little better. Just a little motion sick. The
fresh air is helping."

She glanced around and drew in her breath, noticing her surrounding for
the first time. They had stopped in a small clearing. The forest
encircled 
them except for a small log cabin off to the right. She almost
expected to 
see deer step out and greet her. She was a city girl; never been
further 
out than the suburbs. When Danielle had mentioned this place she had
been 
a bit hesitant. She loved the city and couldn't see herself enjoying a 
place without a television and phone. There were other ways of
entertaining 
themselves, Danielle had mentioned with a twinkle in her eye.

"Well?" Danielle demanded. "Isn't this what I promised you? Solitude and
peace."

"This is Sunswept? I. I've never seen anything like this." Wendy
stammered.
"It's. It's beautiful."

"Come on, let's get settled."

The women grabbed their packs and Danielle ran to the cabin. She
unlocked it
and slipped inside. Wendy followed a bit more sedately, drinking in the
new sights and smells in the twilight.

Wendy immediately felt the chill as she entered the small cabin. The
cabin 
was cold and the night treatened to be even colder. The cabin smelled
of wood
and home cooking. Danielle was waiting for her just inside the door.

"Toss your stuff in the bedroom. Make yourself at home." Danielle
pointed 
towards a door off to the left. Wendy wandered over to the door and
walked 
in. Danielle's pack was lying on the floor beside the bed. She tossed
her 
own beside it and sat down on the bed. She lay back and sank into the 
mattress sighing. A thick comforter and huge pillows graced the queen
size 
bed. It even had a canopy. All she wanted to do after that gruelling
drive 
was drift off to sleep in this wonderful bed. At least her stomach had 
decided to quit turning over from the trip.

She heard the bedroom door open and she opened her eyes to see Danielle 
prance into the room. Danielle seemed happy and relaxed, almost
childlike. 
Her long brunette hair shone in the dim light. She'd kicked off her
shoes; 
thick socks adorned her feet. She was wearing a knitted multicolour
sweater 
and black jeans. Her brown eyes gazed at Wendy's reclining form.
Wendy's 
chestnut hair fanned out across the bed. Her breasts gently rose and
fell 
underneath her sweatshirt as she breathed. She, too, was wearing jeans
and 
white socks.

"I lit the fire. It's warmer in the other room."

Wendy roused herself off the bed with an effort.

"You didn't tell me it was six bloody hours to this place."

"I didn't think you'd come if I did."

"I wouldn't have."

"And you would have missed out on all the fun."

Wendy stuck out her tongue at Danielle and walked into the other room.
As
Danielle had promised, there was a huge fire roaring in the hearth. She
bent and warmed her hands in front of it. She turned to see Danielle
walking back into the room carrying the comforter and a pillow off the
bed. 
She had that look on her face that Wendy knew so well after a couple of 
months with her.

"I know how to relax you," Danielle whispered.

Wendy moved comfortably into her embrace as Danielle dropped the
comforter to
the carpet. They kissed gently, their lips exploring one another as
though
it was the first time. Wendy felt like she was back in high school
getting
her first kiss from a boy. John something-or-other. Her stomach
tightened
and the tingles began. She still couldn't believe that she could feel
like
this with a woman. Yet here she was, still feeling like it was the first
time. Butterflies and tingles.

She had been hesitant at first with Danielle. She still had some
problems
accepting that she could feel this way. Despite her reservations, it
simply 
felt right somehow. They had been friends for so long, and then
suddenly 
it had just happened. Both of them coming off bad relationships,
consoling 
each other, hating men. Falling in love. It just seemed ... so
natural. They 
hadn't said the words yet, but she knew that she was falling for
Danielle, 
like it or not.

She could feel the soft warmth of Danielle's breasts as they pressed
against
her own through their sweaters. She felt Danielle's hands running up
and down 
her back as they kissed. Gasping, she realized that her own hands were
doing 
the same thing and that Danielle was reacting. She could almost feel
Danielle's nipples tightening through the clothes. She still found it
hard 
to believe that Danielle reacted the same way she did. She'd never even
considered the possibility that she might be attracted to a women until
it had all clicked with Danielle.

They gently lowered themselves to the floor in front of the fire. They
softly kissed each other, their lips roaming over their faces. Tongues
gently touching.

Soon fingers were touching, exploring. Wendy's heart was in her throat
as
she felt Danielle's long fingers carressing her nipples through her
sweater, 
touching her thighs, and tugging at the clothing. She watched,
fascinated as 
Danielle knelt and stripped off her clothing. One slow piece at a
time. She'd
never tire of watching Danielle strip for her. Her fabulous breasts
sprang
into view. High and firm. How many times had she seen those breasts in
the 
women's shower at the gym? And not thought anything more? It seemed so
long 
ago, but really it had only been a couple of months since her feelings
had 
changed so drastically. Goosebumps appeared briefly as Danielle lost her
jeans. Her long legs flashed as she removed her panties, flinging them
over
towards the fire with her foot. Even her socks were pulled off. One at
a 
time, teasingly. Finally, Danielle was nude in front of the fire, the 
flickering flames lighting her skin. She glowed in the firelight. Again 
she was kissed, Danielle pressing her nude body into her clothed one. 
Rolling. Gasping. Laughing together. She couldn't stop herself from
letting 
her fingers stroke Danielle, touching the soft bare skin, feeling her 
friend's excitement growing. Quiet cries fell from Danielle's lips.

Finally, Danielle tugged at her clothes, pulling them off her and
kissing her
at the same time. Their fingers touched one another, finding breasts,
thighs,
toes, faces, lips. Fingers slipping inside. The women gasped as they
found 
one another's rhythms, feeling each other's wetness and softness. Wendy 
reached her climax first, crying out as all of her muscles contracted
in 
unison, seeing coloured lights, grasping at Danielle's fingers inside
of her.

After her orgasm, she lay quietly beside Danielle, trying to control
her wild
breathing. She lay her head on Danielle's breast and again her fingers
stole
between Danielle's legs, finding her rhythm. She reached up and kissed 
Danielle's soft lips. Fingering her. Lightly pinching her left nipple
as 
she watched Danielle's nude body moving to her touch. She knew how to
tease 
her. She knew all her secrets. In one motion Danielle screamed and
arched, 
climaxing heavily and gasping, whispering Wendy's name softly over and
over.

Danielle's head fell to the side and her breathing slowly returned to
normal. 
Wendy sat up and reached for the forgotten comforter and pillow. She
gently
pushed the pillow under Danielle's head and pulled the comforter over
the 
both of them. She carefully tucked it around Danielle and herself,
resting 
her cheek on Danielle's bare breast, the softest pillow on the planet.

"Wendy?" Danielle whispered.

"Yes?" Wendy answered sleepily. Danielle's regular breathing was
lulling her 
to sleep.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. You can ask me anything. But better hurry, I don't know if I
can keep
my eyes open much longer."

"Nevermind. Sleep."

"You have to be kidding. You can't do that to me. Now I'm curious."

Danielle sighed. "Curiousity killed the cat. I'm not sure I want to
anymore."

"I think I love you, if that is what you were going to ask."

"I think I'm falling in love with you, too, sweety, but that isn't it.
Though
it is nice to know." Danielle stroked Wendy's hair with her fingers.

"Do I have to beg you to ask me?"

"Wendy? You know that I really like what we do? The sex? The way you
make me 
feel?"

"Yeah. You know I feel the same way. It's wonderful when we're
together. I've
never had sex like this. I feel alive. I feel like I'm back in high
school.
Discovering myself. Everytime feels like the first time with you."

"What if I wanted to change things? Do something a little different?
What
would you think?"

"This has to do with sex? Honey, you know that you can talk to me
about sex.
How many times did we talk about boyfriends before we were together?"

She felt Danielle swallow. "This. Actually. Sort of. Has to do with
that."

"Huh?"

"Do you remember Bob?"

"Bob?"

"You went out with him a few years back? You told me about him?"

She vaguely remembered him. Nice guy. Handsome. She had been in
college with
the guy. She couldn't even remember why they'd broken up. Another woman 
perhaps?

"I guess."

"I remember you telling me about him. Do you remember the sex you had
with 
him?"

Wendy was completely confused. She often had talked to Danielle about
her
sex life before they had discovered one another. Just girl talk. She
vaguely 
remembered being upset about something, talking about Bob to Danielle
in a 
coffee shop somewhere after classes. Why should Danielle remember Bob
of 
all people? It wasn't as though he was one of her more remarkable
lovers. 
Why bring him up now? Maybe Danielle had slept with him too?

"I guess. What's this all about, Dani? Did you sleep with him? I don't
mind, you know. It was a long time ago. He might be a bit surprised how 
it turned out though ..." Wendy smiled at that thought.

Danielle swallowed, gathering her courage. Now or never. "Sweety, I
never
slept with any of your boyfriends. I wouldn't. You know that." She
paused
fighting down the butterflies that had just taken flight in her stomach.
"You once told me that he wanted to tie you up. You know. For sex."

"Oh, that. Yeah." Wendy smiled at the memory, how nervous Bob had been
in
suggesting it. Almost as nervous as Danielle was being now. Her
memories 
were flooding back. He had read about it somewhere, wanted to try it.
She 
hadn't been so secure of her sexuality back then. She hadn't felt
comfortable 
with the idea, hadn't felt entirely comfortable with Bob, although
that was 
hardly his fault. She remembered that she hadn't let him. She vaguely 
remembered being a little upset about the whole thing, more that she'd 
disappointed him than anything else. They'd broken up shortly
afterwards, 
though she didn't think it had anything to do with the suggestion.

"Did. Did you ever try it?"

"No. I was younger. That was my first year of college. Unsure of
myself. 
Of Bob. If I'm remembering correctly, I just didn't feel comfortable
with it. 
Maybe that was why I broke up with him. I don't think so, but I don't
really 
remember."

Danielle was silent.

"Why?" Wendy asked softly.

Danielle remained silent, frightened to continue. She didn't want to
lose
Wendy. Her friendship. Her respect. Her love. She'd rather just let this
drop than lose any of her.

"No reason," she finally said quietly.

"You want to tie me up?" Wendy asked jokingly.

"I. I think so," Danielle spoke so softly Wendy wasn't sure she'd
heard it.

Wendy swallowed and turned her face towards Danielle. She found her
eyes and
captured them. Danielle's eyes reflected her uneasiness and an unspoken 
apology. 

"You're serious."

Danielle spoke softly and quickly. "Wendy? I'm sorry. I. I've been
thinking
of that ever since you told me about Bob. God, I don't believe I just
told 
you. I. I've dreamt about it. I didn't mean to offend you. We won't do
it. 
We don't have to. I. I like what we have together, now. Honest. I just 
thought ..." her voice trailed off in her misery and with her loss of
what 
to say next.

Wendy smiled and nestled her head back against Danielle's breast.

"You can tie me up," she whispered. "You just surprised me is all. It
sounds 
like fun."

Both girls were silent, lost in their own private thoughts. Both were
looking
forward to tomorrow in their own way. It took a while, but they both
fell 
into an exhausted sleep in each other's arms on the floor, surrounded
by 
the sounds of the dying fire and the crickets of the night. 

***

They had both run down to the small beach, Danielle in a bright red one-
piece swimsuit and Wendy in a yellow bikini. They had both cried out
as they
hit the cold water, playfully splashing one another and enjoying the
afternoon
sun. It was a cool day, the kind that appear near the end of the
summer in
late August. The sun was shining in a flawless blue sky, warming them
as 
they played.

They had eventually swum out to the floating dock. They had stretched 
themselves out and just talked quietly, both shivering as the cool
water 
evaporated from their skin.

They'd been silent for a while, simply enjoying the warm day, the sun,
each
other's presence and the soft sounds of water lapping at the drums
holding 
them afloat.

"Right here," Wendy spoke softly. She took a deep breath, turned to
her side
and looked at Danielle.

Danielle's eyes widened, understanding. Wendy sat up rocking the dock
gently.
She reached behind herself and released the ties on her top. She
slipped the
bottoms down her long legs and handed her suit to Danielle. The other
woman 
just watched, fascinated as her friend undressed outside and handed
her the 
bikini. She didn't know if she could strip out in the open like that,
even
though there should only be the two of them within fifty miles.

"Take these. And bring back your toys if you want." Wendy smiled at
Danielle.

Without another word, Danielle dove into the lake. She screeched as she 
surfaced. She breaststroked to the shore, a flash of red and breif
yellow. 
Upon reaching the beach, she turned. She gazed out at Wendy kneeling
nude 
on the platform. She couldn't believe that Wendy was going to go
through 
with this for her. She'd dreamt about it for so long. Anticipated it. 
Wanted it. Danielle shook her head, spraying lakewater from her long
hair, 
and turned up towards the cabin.

She emerged moments later carrying some items in her hands. Soon, she
was 
climbing back up onto the platform beside Wendy shivering.

Wendy had stretched herself out, scarcely believing that she was doing
it,
her arms extended above her, her ankles wide, spread-eagled on the
swim deck. 
She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations of the cords
wrapping 
around her wrists and ankles. She felt so helpless and vulnerable. She 
trusted Danielle completely and absolutely, otherwise, this wouldn't be 
happening. She slowly felt her freedom being taken away. And it felt
good. 
Erotic.

She felt Danielle rise to her bare feet, the deck shifting under her.
She 
opened her eyes, unconsciously pulling at the bonds holding her to the 
platform. She felt the rough wood against her bottom and her back as
she 
squirmed. She could wiggle her toes, but she couldn't rise. She
couldn't 
move. She couldn't stop Danielle from doing whatever she pleased. She
was 
stuck here until she was untied. It was so ironic. She felt free. No 
responsibility. No guilt. Just Danielle and her. And yet, she was so 
restricted. There were just simple cords, a swim deck and her.

Danielle reached for the other item she'd brought out to the lake.
Sunblock.
Wendy cried out as the cold liquid was poured over her. Danielle
worked the
coconut smelling oils into her skin, grinning as she spent extra time
on 
her bare breasts. 

"Can't have you burning out here. Not a lot of protection and I don't
want you to be sunburnt for the rest of the weekend."

Wendy remained silent. The irony was exquisite. She was burning
anyway, just
nothing to do with the sun. She was turned on far more than she
thought she'd
be. Danielle finished and then stretched out beside her bound friend.
She 
teasingly ran her fingers along Wendy's bare skin, tracing her ribs
just under 
her soft breasts. She teased Wendy and just enjoyed the afternoon sun.
Soon 
Wendy was quietly moaning, not even aware of it.

Danielle rose again. Wendy watched as Danielle stepped between her 
outstretched legs.

Danielle knelt. Her mouth felt wonderful as she explored Wendy. Her
fingers 
teased Wendy's skin as her kisses and her tongue found her clit, her
long 
fingers deep inside. Pumping. Licking. Teasing.

Without warning, Danielle stopped. With an evil grin, Danielle ignored
Wendy's begging and dove off the platform, leaving Wendy frustrated,
aroused,
naked, and bound. She watched as Danielle disappeared into the cabin,
unable
to call her back, unable to do anything. Wendy was nearly in tears,
wanting
her climax, but unable to finish it herself. She pulled weakly at the
cords holding her body, nearly crying in her frustration, feeling
helpless
and alone.

She realized that this was part of the game. Her climax when it came
would
be ten times more wonderful. She knew that. She just had to wait and
trust. 
She was sure that Danielle was watching her from the cabin, making
sure she 
was safe and enjoying her discomfort, watching to make sure that no
stray
teenagers wandered by in a fishing boat or something. She felt so damned
exposed out here. She felt the tingling again.

She lay there for what seemed forever. She felt her arousal slowly
cool down, 
shivering a bit in the almost fall air, her nipples hardening again.
She 
lost herself in her own thoughts, allowing herself to travel through
her 
mind, unable to do anything else. Finally she ended up at how she had
gotten
here. Alone. Naked. Bound. Frustrated. In the middle of this isolated
lake, 
watching as the sun approached the horizon. She knew that she was
ready. 
Her body was excited again just at the thoughts of her firelit
lovemaking 
last night. She was looking forward to Danielle lighting another fire
again 
tonight. She desperately hoped that Danielle would return soon and let
her 
climax, dousing the fire she had burning now between her outstretched
legs.

She opened her eyes again as she heard a quiet splash and a cry of
dismay. 
She watched from the platform as Danielle hesitantly entered the water
by 
the beach. She had discarded the red one-piece. She was glancing about 
nervously as though there was a crowd watching her instead of just her 
girlfriend out on the floating dock, and perhaps a chipmunk or two.
Wendy 
still loved the sight of Danielle's nudity even after having seen it so 
many times. She seriously doubted if she'd ever get tired of seeing
Danielle. 
She watched quietly as the other girl stroked her way back out to the 
platform.

"Ready for the finale?" Danielle asked softly as she climbed up on the 
platform, shaking it and its bound passenger. Despite her shivering, she
looked a little flushed.

"God, am I ever," Wendy breathed.

Danielle knelt by Wendy's bound feet and ran her tongue along her bare
toes.

"Noooo!" Wendy wailed. "Please. No more teasing."

Danielle continued her minstrations knowing that Wendy would be just
wild after this. Normally, she wasn't much into the foot thing, but
Wendy
just loved the sensations. Bound, she couldn't do a thing about the
tease. 
She could only rise higher on her excitement wave until Danielle
brought 
her crashing down.

With soft kisses, Danielle roved slowly up Wendy's bound legs until she 
was lying easily on her front between Wendy's stretched legs, one bare
foot
reaching for the sky. Danielle could feel the platform pressing into
her 
bare breasts and belly. She grinned, still determined to tease Wendy.

"Please?" Wendy begged.

Danielle used her fingers, lightly stroking her friend, teasing her
outer lips. 
After an eternity, she lowered her head and used her tongue. Finding
Wendy's 
center, her clit. Licking. Stroking. Sucking. Kissing. Finding Wendy's 
rhythm that she knew so well. It didn't take long for Wendy to climax.
She 
had been more than ready three hours ago. Electric shocks worked up and 
down Wendy's bound body as she pulled against the cords holding her
down. 
The second wave took her body as Danielle continued to use her tongue 
through the first orgasm. Finally, she collapsed. Panting. Whispering, 
"Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you," over and over until Danielle's lips 
met hers, quieting her. She could feel her arousal returning as she
faintly 
tasted herself on Danielle's lips. She could feel the heat begin to
rise in 
her clit and nipples again as Danielle kissed her. She groaned.

Danielle worked herself around and straddled Wendy's face, gently
lowering 
herself. This game, Wendy's bare body, and being outside had aroused her
intensely, she could feel the pulsing in her clit and her nipples. She
idly 
brushed at her own and Wendy's erect nipples as Wendy set to her task
with 
loving care. Using only her tongue, she found her lover's clit and
teased 
her. She touched purposely at a different speed than normal. She could
hear 
the moans of frustration as Danielle struggled for her release,
pressing 
herself against Wendy, trying to match her thrusting to Wendy's tongue
and 
not to her own natural rhythm. Wendy switched speed and motions as she
felt 
her friend come too near the edge. Her subtle revenge.

"I know what you are doing," Danielle gasped. "I'm not letting you up
until
you let me climax, you know."

Wendy smiled. Caught. She found Danielle's normal rhythm and stopped
her 
teasing. She thought that she'd be happy to stay in these bonds until
the 
morning if necessary. She felt so alive, so free here. However, the
fire was 
sounding better and better. The light was fading fast and the girls
still 
had to make supper. Without any protection from the light wind, she was 
shivering and hungry. The night would be cold if she was left out here. 
Danielle wouldn't let her stay out here, she was sure. Even if she
asked. 
Even if she didn't let her climax.

Danielle screamed as she finally reached her orgasm; her fingers played
with the cords that held Wendy's wrists. She almost smothered Wendy as
she collapsed from her orgasm. As soon as she had recovered
sufficiently,
her fingers pulled quickly at the cords, freeing the bound girl. The
girls 
immediately fell into each other's arms, gently stroking one another's
hair, 
content to just hold each other afterwards. The platform gently rocked
as 
they shared their body heat and gently kissed.

Finally Wendy broke their embrace and sat up, rubbing her wrists,
grinning 
mischeviously. She could barely see Danielle in the fading light.
"Gotcha."

Danielle gasped, "That. Was. Wonderful." She still hadn't quite
recovered
from her release.

Wendy kissed Danielle on the lips and guided her to the edge of the
platform. They slipped into the water with sharp gasps. They swam
slowly 
together back to the shore, holding hands beneath the dark water. The
light 
was nearly gone. They stopped halfway back, treading water, listening
to 
the night, watching the stars wink into existence, feeling the cool
water 
carressing their nude bodies. They kissed tenderly as they shivered.
They 
continued to hold hands until they entered the cabin where Danielle had 
lit another fire. Shivering, they huddled naked together in front of
it, 
just holding each other, wrapped in the comforter again, warming
themselves. 
Wondering where this was going to take them.






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