The Side Project 2: Nature Girl
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Chapter 11: Lexi - Tender Loving Care
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: Lexi - Tender Loving Care - The Side Project 2 kicks off with the core friend group scattering across the country at the end of their wild week in Nashville. With the initial shock of their new circumstances starting to wear off, Ky and Lexi begin grappling with quite what their future holds. On their Thanksgiving trip to Napa someone new enters the dynamic. Meanwhile Allie's forced to deal with Garrison and the Alphas' latest antics. Luckily Reed, and some new friends, are on her side.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Slow Illustrated
Friday, November 24, 2017
Napa, California, USA
After our morning, Cassie-fueled, romp Ky and I decided to putter around the town of Napa for a bit. The weather wasn’t as idyllic as it had been the previous few days. It was mostly overcast with the temperature hovering around 50. We didn’t accomplish a lot, but we’d both always enjoyed getting to know new places. We’d agreed on one of our first trips together that just walking the streets for a bit without a specific destination was the best way to get to know a new town or city.
We were still on a bit of an early schedule, body clocks partially on Central Time, so we ate an early lunch of Ginsgiving leftovers. Then it was time to head out for our first wine tasting of the day at noon.
Cassie had given us a pretty good idea of what to expect at that winery. Above average wine, average views, mediocre robotic explanations of the wine and the vineyard (which conveniently avoided the fact most of their grapes were grown off site) from the server.
Reed had gotten a reprieve from our Venmo trolling on Thanksgiving Day since we hadn’t bought anything. We gleefully resumed our campaign by sending him a request for the cost of the tasting. He replied with a middle finger emoji and a link to a pornographic video that featured a man ejaculating onto a line of cocaine and a nude woman snorting the disgusting mixture.
We trundled over to the vineyard where Cassie worked once we finished paying and I texted her I was waiting in the parking lot, as we’d agreed.
Ky had some stuff he wanted to handle. He wanted to touch base with Reed about whether he’d caught anything in the documentation for the Tuna Run club, and with Jason about any progress on getting our money moved. There was a small gazebo in the yard between the vines and the owners’ house. He would hang out there while he made his calls and wait for us.
Cassie rolled up on an ATV a couple minutes later. She waved to Ky, then gestured for me to hop aboard. I did so eagerly.
Cassie and I were both wearing jeans and hoodies. Decidedly not sexy. And not thin material. I still liked holding her around the stomach for safety as we rode.
After a few minutes, we pulled up at a vine where Cassie had left a small collection of tools. We got off the ATV and Cassie began to demonstrate her technique.
“This time of year is easy in a lot of ways. The grapes are in, and now we’re setting the vines up for next season. Sometimes that means supporting them. Once they’re fully dormant, it means pruning. Sometimes it means giving the fuck up, flagging one for replacement, and preparing to plant a new one in the spring,” Cassie said.
We worked in relative quiet for perhaps an hour, with only Cassie’s gentle guidance about how to handle unique situations with the vines interrupting our reverie. I really enjoyed it when Cassie got up close and personal with me to demonstrate what to look for and how to support the vines’ limbs. Some of it was my barely restrained attraction to her for sure, but a lot of it was also genuine appreciation for her knowledge of the plants.
“You’re good at this, a natural, so to speak,” Cassie complimented after I’d successfully picked out a vine that could use some support on one of its limbs.
I couldn’t help but beam with pleasure at her compliment. “I’m not exactly sure where my place in life is going forward, but I think I know this,” I said, “I don’t want to work in an office anymore.”
“Makes sense. I truly respect you for trying to make a difference from inside the belly of the beast, but being outdoors and working with the land is so much more rewarding,” Cassie said.
“You’re such a dirt nerd,” I joked.
Cassie looked at me, then smirked. “Takes one to know one, I think.”
I harumphed and we went back to work. Cassie may have been right about my inclinations. I certainly liked that despite my relative lack of hands-on experience, she thought of me that way.
“Lex, is it cool if I call you Lex?” Cassie asked.
“Yeah, of course. As long as I can call you Cass,” I said.
“Ok, nice. There’s something I feel like I need to bring up to you out of, well, girl code, I guess we’ll call it,” Cassie said.
I tensed slightly, then nodded. Here it came. The admission she wanted to fuck Ky. And hopefully me?
“So yesterday on the hike while you were really flying, Ky and I got to talking a bit,” Cassie said.
And you want to fuck him. Logical. He’s so fucking hot and easygoing. He’s a perfect fit for you. It’s ok. I don’t mind really. Can I be there?
“Yeah, sorry about that, I have super limited experience with gummies,” I apologized.
“Oh gosh, no need to apologize. You had fun right?” Cassie asked.
“Oh yeah, amazing, but I realize I kind of wandered,” I said.
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