The Side Project 2: Nature Girl
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Chapter 8: Kyle - Organic Desires
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: Kyle - Organic Desires - 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
Thursday, November 23, 2017 - US Thanksgiving Day Near Napa, California, USA
I had a great time hiking. It was an activity I used to do with some regularity when I was younger and it was fun to revisit. I was not on Lexi and Cassie’s level, though. They were absolutely enthralled. Well, Lexi was. Cassie had done this same hike dozens of times. I think for her the joy was in showing it to someone new who was on the same wavelength about appreciating the outdoors.
“Should we do another loop?” Lexi asked once we got back to the trailhead where our hike had started.
“It’s going to be dark soon,” Cassie pointed out. The sunset was before 5 PM that time of year.
“Oh. I guess hiking in the dark probably isn’t as much fun,” Lexi realized.
“It can be, but we didn’t bring flashlights or headlamps so it’s probably not a good idea,” Cassie confirmed.
Lexi made a face. She was not happy our time with Cassie seemed to be coming to an end.
“Are you hungry?” I asked Lexi.
“Yeah, why? Oh, we probably need to get started on dinner don’t we? Maybe I should have another gummy to help tide me over,” Lexi said.
Cassie laughed. “I’m not sure that would help your situation.”
Lexi looked confused. She wasn’t an experienced enough pot smoker to understand the munchies.
“So what are you doing for Thanksgiving dinner, Cassie?” I asked.
She looked a little crestfallen. Like Lexi, I suspected she was moderately disappointed our time together was ending. “I have some free-range, organically-fed chicken thighs. I was planning to pan roast them with sides of quinoa and an organic vegetable medley I bought from the farmer’s market.”
“Sounds lovely,” I said. “That shit all going to be good tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I mean I really only buy fresh food,” Cassie replied.
“Well here’s the thing,” I explained. “Despite our best efforts the only free-range, organically-fed turkey we could find was 12 pounds. Even with Lexi’s heightened appetite, no way we could eat all that before we leave, even if we eat nothing but turkey the rest of the weekend. That would result in food waste. Do you know how damaging food waste is to the environment?”
Cassie’s eyes met mine. I knew I was smirking, couldn’t help it. She smirked back, she understood what I was doing.
“So what you’re saying is it would be the environmentally conscientious choice to help you eat some of your turkey? To prevent food waste,” Cassie said.
“Yes, that’s correct,” I replied. I couldn’t help but grin.
“Well then, you know my commitment to nature, I can’t help but come assist you. Perhaps I should give Lexi that third gummy after all to help stimulate her appetite.”
Lexi had gotten distracted from the discussion at some point and was enraptured by a sparrow that was flitting from tree to tree around the perimeter of the trailhead.
“There need to be some limits to your commitment to the environment,” I deadpanned. Cassie laughed, hard.
“I accept there are limits to my crunchiness,” Cassie said.
“Oh shit, admission of crunchiness!?” I asked, theatrically.
Cassie laughed again. “Fuck you. I don’t misrepresent myself.”
“You know what, no shit, I like that about you, girl,” I said. Then I held out a hand. Not for a shake. Not for a high five. For a clasp that was going to end in a hug. Cassie didn’t hesitate - she took me up on it. My arm went around her shoulders, hers went around mine and we allowed our bodies to meld together for a minute. For the first time that afternoon I had some less than platonic thoughts about Cassie.
“How come you got a Cassie hug and I didn’t?” Lexi asked petulantly. Cassie had just dropped us off back at the rental. She was going to run home for a shower, then was planning to come back to help make Thanksgiving dinner with us.
“At the time you were quite distracted by a sparrow,” I informed her.
“Dude, haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like to be a sparrow? You just fly around and chill all day.”
“That sounds like a good thing to ask Cassie when she comes back over,” I suggested. I thought our new friend’s interests would be better aligned to the topic, not to mention her level of THC intoxication.
“Good call! Uh, do we have time for a quickie before she gets back?” Lexi asked.
“Eh not really, we told her to just come back over once she was done showering and changing,” I said.
“Pleeease! It’ll be really fast, I’m super horny. I think I might be a little high,” Lexi explained.
Yeah, just a little, I thought to myself.
“Who am I to tell a cute girl no?” I asked rhetorically. Lexi smiled at me and pulled me in the direction of the bed.
Lexi pulled off her clothes like a woman on a mission. She hopped on the bed, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs lewdly.
I took off my own clothes and joined her. “Can you do the thing with your fingers on my g-spot?” Lexi requested.
Lexi typically did not prefer much digital penetration - something that made sense in light of recent revelations about her sexual preferences - but I had convinced her to let me show her my technique for g-spot stimulation back when our relationship had become intimate. It was still not normally her preference, but on occasion she liked it. Just like how most of the time she liked softer sex, but every once in a while preferred it harder. Another detail that made a lot more sense with what I’d recently learned.
I got up on my knees to give myself a better angle and ran my fingers up Lexi’s slit. Soaked, as I’d assumed. I inserted my index and middle fingers into the wet opening, earning a sigh. Lexi had her eyes closed and was running her hands up and down her torso, paying particular attention to her breasts. It looked very sensual.
I rotated my wrist and curled my fingers upward, finding Lexi’s g-spot. I moved the pads of my fingers in small circles, stimulating the sensitive area. She moaned in pleasure, eyes still closed.
I kept at it for a few minutes, occasionally taking a break to do some more traditional finger fucking. It was definitely having the desired effect, Lexi’s little moans and grunts were coming with increasing frequency and getting louder.
“Ugh, why did I ever deny getting finger fucked by a guy who knows what he’s doing?” Lexi moaned. Her eyes were closed, her head partially tilted back, and her hands were now exclusively focused on pleasuring her nipples.
I thought her comment was odd, but I was on a mission at the moment: to get my girl off. I briefly withdrew my fingers from Lexi and pushed in my thumb.
Lexi opened her eyes and squinted at me briefly with a ‘what the heck’ expression. She understood when I pulled out my now well lubricated thumb and placed it on her clit. My fingers resumed their efforts on her g-spot, now working in concert with my thumb on her clit.