Once Upon A Dyke Part 12

The water was cool and clear. It felt refres.h.i.+ng.

Although I kept waking up clean, was.h.i.+ng the sweat and scent of other women off my skin felt cleansing to body and mind.

I'd been through a lot over the past few days. Or however long I'd been knocked out. And it had given me time to think about, and experience, some things. I liked helping women, still liked that, even though I had done a lot of that of late. But that there had been so much rescuing made me realize that it wasn't enough.

s.e.x helped, but even with that, it wasn't enough.

I drought about the wistful look Rapunzel had when I first saw her. That was when I knew there was something missing in my life. That I, too, was wistful. But I didn't really know what it was that I wanted.

I undressed, wringing out my clothes and putting them on the sh.o.r.e to dry while I continued was.h.i.+ng.

I'd had a few girlfriends, and some one-nighters, as well, but none of them had really lasted very long. It was as if, maybe, my humdrum everyday life couldn't hold my interest. Like I just wanted someone to help, and once I'd helped them, and done all I could, there was nothing left.

Of course, there were a few girls whom I couldn't help, and those I just gave up on.

But, you know, I always seemed to go after the same type of woman. Maybe I needed to find a new type? I mean, I knew I had to do something to make my hopes of finding my own perfect mate happen. I just didn't know specifically what I needed to do.

Oh, well. I pulled myself out of the river and got dressed, hoping my clothes would dry by nightfall. At least my short hair should dry quickly, and it wouldn't look too bad wet, either. I might as well carry on helping the damsels in distress, even though my heart really wasn't so much in it anymore.

I hoped, after I cleaned myself, that I was on the right path. And I also hoped that was a good omen.

I was going to meet the much lauded Snow. I tried to get excited about it. I knew I could help her. Save her. But I just wasn't as into rescuing as I had been.

I almost went wrong at the rock in the river, but I found my way, and it seemed again as if I walked forever. More than forever. But then on the path I saw an aged old hag and a beautiful young woman with skin as white as snow and hair as black as coal. Oh, f.u.c.k, she was hot, and I knew it was Snow White. So I had to save her.

I stepped forth, knowing the truth about the apple the old woman held. Well, okay-knowing what it could do to her. That piece of fruit was nothing but trouble, as was the evil queen in disguise who offered it.

I ran forward. "Wait, Snow, no!"

But still she took the apple. And then she threw it into the woods.

She turned to the hag. "C'mon, do you really think I'm going to keep falling for your tricks, stepmother?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. I could almost see smoke pouring out of the crone's ears, but then she stomped off into the wood.

Snow looked me up and down with fine black eyes. "Now who are you, and did you really think I was going to take yet another evil object from yet another old hag?"

"It's okay," I said, "Doc sent me. I am here to, well, save you from your Evil Stepmother." Her hair was as black as night, her skin white as snow, her lips red and full and begging to be kissed. Just as advertised!

"Oh, like I needed saving. How stupid do you think I am-that I'd just keep falling for her machinations?" She turned her back on me, walking swiftly toward a cottage in the distance.

I had to almost run to keep up with her long legs. "I'm sorry. It's just, I thought-"

She wheeled around to face me. "What? That I'm some sort of damsel in distress you need to save?" She stalked off again. "You're just like Doc and all the others, thinking I'm not too bright and can't be trusted to do anything by myself."

The cartoons couldn't have been more wrong. I had never liked Snow White, but now that I saw her in the flesh, I was in love. I raced forward, grabbing her arm and turning her back toward me.

"What? You want to carry me back to the cottage because you don't want me to get my dainty little feet all dirty?"

This girl had ovaries! I backed off, holding up my hands in peace. "Hey, I can see that you can take care of yourself." I looked down at the ground, toeing it with my boot. "It's just that I have no idea where I am." I kept my head down, but looked up at her, giving her my best puppy-dog eyes. She was beautiful and s.e.xy, and could use machinations in a sentence, and I really didn't want her to send me packing this quickly just because she could take care of herself and was tired of people trying to help her.

"My name is Cody, by the way."

"Whatever. Why are the others not here? What did you do to them?"

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to make her jealous. "Um, well, Doc and I kinda delayed them. They're still coming home from the mines."

Her black eyes snapped with intelligence and fire. She was everything I had ever wanted, hoped for, dreamed of in a woman. She lifted one of my hands and sniffed it. "I was hoping perhaps a second butch had helped calm those girls down." She continued fondling my hand.

"You were hoping I'd done the girls?"

"Something about you makes me think they're happy right now." She sighed and I couldn't help but watch her magnificent chest rise and fall. "They've had Doc all along and I've had little to call my own." Her dark, luminous gaze left me breathless. "Maybe I could call you my own, just for a night."

My mind spun. I let her play with my hands.

She laid one of my hands against her breast. "If it's l.u.s.t, I know I can get your mind off her." Her heart beat beneath my palm. I cupped her breast and looked at her full, ripe lips.

Anything I'd say would sound stupid, so I put my other hand to the back of her head and brought her lips to mine.

"Doc is always so afraid of making the others jealous," she whispered, pus.h.i.+ng my head down to her bosom. "It's nice to have someone who is just mine. If only for now."

Our tongues tangled, danced, and did the waltz together. "G.o.d, Snow, the others can't compare with you." I had thought about taking her back to the cottage, but here and now would work just fine. I pushed her down into the gra.s.s, lying on top of her and pressing my body into hers.

She arched up into me, and my hands traced her body through her clothes.

"Oh, please," she said. "Help me with this dress."

Laughing, I explored the laces, ruffles, and underthings. She let me roll down her stockings and seemed to appreciate little kisses on her knees.

"Yes," she said, guiding my hands over her curves.

"You are so beautiful, Snow," I said, pus.h.i.+ng her again to her back. The carpet of gra.s.s cus.h.i.+oned us, and I had one arm beneath her head, holding her to me. I draped one leg over hers, opening her up, as I traced a fingertip over her collarbone and down between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

The smile that graced her lips was one of the most beautiful things in this world. She closed her eyes, so her long, black eyelashes lay on her pale cheeks. Mona Lisa had nothing on this girl.

I trailed my fingers over her stomach, and then brushed against it with my hand, studying her beauty, enjoying the softness of her skin. So smooth and firm, her body filled me with a sense of awe and wonder I had never felt before.

Our eyes met, and I was entranced. She was liking that I could spend this time wors.h.i.+pping her. She was enjoying my attentions. So I knew I had to go slow, and take my time. And I love taking my time. I knew she wasn't a virgin, not with Doc and the rest of them, so it wasn't like Rapunzel. It wasn't like anyone else, either.

I leaned down to kiss her, gently at first, allowing our lips to become reacquainted again, then she opened her mouth to me.

I wanted her to feel entirely loved. I started by lightly caressing her arms, stomach, legs and collarbone. Then my hands became more and more adventuresome, and I lightly touched her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She began to wriggle slightly.

"n.o.body ever takes the time for kissing," she whispered. "More, please."

I was more than happy to oblige. Kissing could be a destination unto itself, though I had no intention of stopping there.

Her barely audible moans were music to my ears.

I pressed my thigh into her, between her legs, and began sucking her neck, nibbling on the tender flesh there. I found her pulse point and nipped it gently. I moved firmly on top of her, taking both her b.r.e.a.s.t.s into my hands and finding her nipples, which I rolled gently between my fingers and thumbs.

She was arching up into me, searching for greater contact.

I pushed down harder against her, giving it to her, while I again found her mouth. Her groans filled my mouth as I continued to fondle and caress her body. She brought her hands under my clothes and dug her nails into my back, making me moan in turn at the delightful torture.

I lightly ran my tongue over each of her ears in turn, then worked my way back down her neck, suckling it. I bit at her collarbone as my hands trailed down from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and over her waist.

"Oh, dear heaven, please," she moaned, trying to push my head down, but her legs were wrapped around my body, pulling me into her as much as possible.

I continued downward, licking a nipple, then running my tongue around it as I gently sucked it. I brought one hand up to give b.u.t.terfly caresses to the other, while my other hand caressed her leg, telling her my intentions of knowing her fully and intimately.

I moved to the other breast and switched sides with my hands. Working her slowly up, causing her to mumble and groan, even as I started to tenderly tug at the already extended flesh, bringing it into my mouth to bite up and down its extended length.

When I had worked up to a good, hard bite, causing her to cry out and writhe against me, I went back to the first nipple to give that the same loving, thorough treatment.

And then I worked my way down, running my tongue over her abdomen, gently nipping at times, while my hands returned upward to toy with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"Please, dear heaven, please, Cody," she mumbled, her head moving from side to side. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed them down toward her heat.

I licked and teased each inner thigh, the heady scent of her arousal filling my brain.

"Please, I need you!"

I bit one thigh and then moved my head directly between her legs. I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed. She put her hands in my hair and pulled me toward her, trying to force me to do what she needed.

I gleefully acquiesced. I put my mouth between her legs and ran my tongue over her dripping slit. This was a taste I could continue feasting on for the rest of my life. I let my mouth hang open as I buried my face between her thighs, tasting her, up and down, again and again.

I ran my hands up and down her body while I feasted, loving the feel of her trembling flesh beneath my hands, even as I used them to keep her in position, to hold her down. I put my tongue up into her, causing her to squirm into my face, and then I focused on her c.l.i.t, beating it side to side. Every few strokes I would let my tongue glide up and down the length of her, enjoying the taste of her and making it all last that much longer. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I was.

I slowly slid two fingers into her, lubricating them on the way, making her come.

"Oh, dear heaven, yes! Yes!" She screamed and I felt her squeeze my fingers as she writhed around me.

I wanted more than one o.r.g.a.s.m from her. She needed it. I kept eating, even as she briefly tried pus.h.i.+ng me from her.

She gave that up after a few moments.

I pulled the rest of the lube packets from my pocket and ripped them open, covering both hands, and went back to where she was pressing me.

It only took a few more moments with my tongue for her to come a second time, flooding my face. Did she climax easily, or could it be me? I didn't care one way or the other, but I was going to spend a really long time finding out. I wanted to take her places she'd never been before-I wanted to be as special to her as she was to me.

I put my right hand back to her p.u.s.s.y, entering her once again, starting with two fingers.

"Yes, again, I can again ... please ..." Snow threw her head back, her chest heaving.

I worked her like that, then added a third digit, then a fourth. Doc had said she'd never done these girls with either her fist or a.n.a.lly, so I could hope I might make a real impression here. I didn't want her to remember me for the rest of her life, I wanted her to need me for it, and want me there to please her.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," she mewled when I tried to put my entire hand into her. She lifted her hips toward me, one hand in my hair in a death-hold, keeping me to her. I pushed the rest of the way in, causing her to scream out loud, squirming and tightening around my fist. I thought she was gonna break it, but there was no way in h.e.l.l I'd pull it out.

Once she calmed, I began moving my fist around inside of her, twisting it and turning it, causing her to mumble incoherently and squirm further. I continued lapping up her sweet juices, knowing I needed to get her going again before I could do much more.

I listened to her body, and when she began squirming and moaning again, moving under my mouth, I brought my other hand up to her a.s.s, working my way between her cheeks and to her tight, virgin hole. I snuck the tip of one well-lubricated finger into her.

She gasped. "Dear heaven, how can that feel so good?"

"Let it happen," I said soothingly. "Let it feel good." I worked my way into her with that finger and felt her p.u.s.s.y contract around my fist.

"It's good, don't stop, no, no, don't stop ..."

I moved my finger around inside of her, enjoying how I could feel my fist inside her, and feel that one finger with my fist, even as she pushed herself into my mouth.

I f.u.c.ked her with both hands while eating her, tonguing her back and forth while she tightened her legs around my head, all but ripping my hair out.

I lost count. All I knew was that I was wet to my elbows and she had soaked the front of my s.h.i.+rt. My back was wet with exertion and I never, ever wanted to stop.

"Oh, heaven above," she said breathlessly. "I really can't take any more."

Her body had relaxed around me, and her legs were limp, as were her hands.

I withdrew as gently as I could, wiping my hands on the soft clover and drying them with tissues.

Then I cuddled her into my arms and gently kissed her face and lips. She curled around me and held me. I could not remember a time when I had felt so calm and at peace. She brought out things in me I wanted to remember.

I had... patience and insight.

I felt... better... with her.

A while later, she sat up to look at me. "That was incredible." She leaned over me for a deep kiss and I was pleased to notice her arms were trembling.

I went along with it when she pushed me away. Her eyes were still somewhat glazed. "Just give me a few more moments, and I'll return the favor," she whispered, pulling my head down to rest on her breast.

"No need," I said, though I was h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l. I didn't want to be some sort of rollover butch, after all.

She shoved me down with surprising strength. "Cody. I want to. Please?" She leaned over me, gently nibbling on my lips, then kissing me fully. She trailed her hand down my body, feeling my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and abs. Then her hand found my belt buckle, and I put my hand on hers.

"You're not the only one who likes the taste of a woman. Please?" she asked, looking down at me with l.u.s.t-fogged eyes. I drew back my hand, and she undid my belt and unzipped my pants.

She sat back, then said, "Sit up." I did so, and allowed her to pull my T-s.h.i.+rt and sports bra off. When I tried to cover myself with my arms, she pushed them away and pressed her naked body against mine. She kissed my neck and down, until she began suckling on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

I groaned when she stopped. She moved to my feet to remove my boots and jeans and boxers till, for the first time in this dream, I was naked. I would've complained, not allowed it, but she climbed on top of me, pressing her warm, supple, naked flesh against mine.

Against my will, I found myself pus.h.i.+ng my crotch up into her naked thigh. It felt good. Really good.

She was biting one nipple and twisting the other, making me groan as sensations raced through my body. She spread my thighs so she lay between them and I let her move down.

I stopped her, my hand on her head, just before she hit where I really needed her.

She looked up at me. "Please, I want this. I need this. Let me do this. I want to."