Chapter 2

They weren't in love, neither was foolish enough to think that, but what they did repeatedly throughout the night was much more than just sex. Perhaps there is a syndrome about victim and rescuer; whatever the classification, they both knew it was much more than just sex. When they finally awoke in the morning, the birds were singing, the sky was bright blue and the sun was shining. He found a clean wash cloth so that she could wipe off her cum encrusted thighs, and then later try to wipe away the spots on his sleeping bag. As she stood up, she realized that she still had some quantity remaining in her, so she cupped her crotch with her hand and quickly ran, naked, to the nearest out of the way place to expel it. When she returned, she was embarrassed. He stopped what he was doing, stood and walked to her as she reentered the campsite area. He sensed what she was feeling.

"You don't need to be embarrassed. You should be proud, in a way. That was the product of our emotional moments together, a time that we will cherish always." He kissed her very tenderly and pulled her too him. "Oh, and by the way, seeing you naked in the daylight ... You are an extremely attractive woman. I love your body. I love your sexiness. Your breasts are gorgeous and I am VERY glad you don't shave your pubes. You are my ideal woman. My God, you are beautiful."

They returned to the tent and began again, and by mid morning, she needed to make another run to the edge of the campsite.

"I think we need to go to find your stuff," he told her.

Once she was dressed in the clothing she had been wearing before the event, they walked up the slope along the stream bank. They had been walking for nearly an hour before they came upon her campsite. The tent was intact, but had collapsed, probably from the wind. Her food pack had been torn apart, apparently by the bears. Whatever foodstuffs emitted an aroma or scent were no longer there, only the canned items and the powdered mixes remained. Quickly they packed her tent, retrieved her clothing and whatever gear they could find and then policed the site for trash. She discovered that her campsite may not have been the idea location as many of her gear items had been carried away in the surface runoff of the downpour. "I think, after looking at this site, that you should be very happy that you were at my campsite last night instead of this one."

She threw her arms around him, kissed him very aggressively and said, "I am extremely happy that we were together last night."

"That's not what I meant."

"It's what I meant. And coming up here and seeing this mess makes me all the more thankful. I'm pretty sure that I would have died of fear had I been up here alone last night in that storm. I just know that the bears would have come back for me. Let's go. I don't want to be here anymore."

She picked up a few more loose items that were visible as they walked back down the slope.

"Do you realize just how far you had run yesterday morning?"

"No, I just ran for my life."

"I'm pretty close when I say it was at least three miles up here from my campsite. That's a pretty long way to run with your eyes closed."

"I'm just lucky that there was a pool of water on the other side of that cliff. It could have been a big rock, and then I would be really in trouble."

"Don't even think about that. You're safe with me know, and if you want to run this afternoon, you can run to your heart's content."

"I just want to be with you again."

"We can do that too, but you didn't come up here to do that. You came up here to get in shape for track."

"Well, you're an old grump. YES SIR! I WILL RUN FOR YOU SIR!" she said pretending anger.

"Yup, that's me, the strict disciplinarian. The same one who catches angels as they fly through the sky at him." He smiled and teased, "I wish I had the foresight to bring a camera for that event. I could have made a fortune selling it to the media. The headlines would read. 'Beautiful Angel falls from the heavens. Lucky man finds her in the woods.' Can you imagine the publicity?" He was laughing.

"Stop it. That's not fair."

They walked the rest of the way in silence, stopping once for a short break. When they reached his campsite, she took his hand and led him to the tent. She was naked before he had his shirt removed, but quickly followed her into the tent and was enveloped in her arms.

This time, he introduced her to the joys of oral sex, sliding down between her legs and kissing her thighs before moving up to her labia and then clitoris. As she became excited, he began a tongue attack against her clit, sucking it roughly into his mouth, holding it tightly in his lips and that lashing at it with his tongue, back and forth, up and down, and then nibbling at it with his gums. She screamed in ecstasy, quickly experiencing three or four orgasms, but he allowed no rest for her, and within a minute, she was pleading with him to enter her. He quickly slid his body back into position, and for the first time, entered her quickly and with a simulated attitude of roughness. He thrust fully into her upon entry, and did not stop until he too had climaxed, sending another quantity of semen to the bottom of her vagina. He moved up slightly and rode her clit hard in his final strokes, allowing her to orgasm as he did.

As they lay quietly, recovering, she said to him, "You are mean. You are sadistic and cruel. How could you do that to me? You heard me begging you to stop it."

"Which time did you want me to stop?" He was teasing her about her enjoyment. "Every time you told me to stop, you had my head in your hands, holding me close to you."

"I know, but you don't realize how intense that is."

"But you were enjoying it???" he said, pretty sure that he was correct.

"Oh God yes, it was wonderful, but it is so intense that you want it to stop before and when you don't, it makes me all hyper until I explode, and then it's all fine, and then I want you inside me."

"You know, Emma, that you are not the first girl or woman that I have had sex with. You do know that don't you?"

"Yes, I guess I do. I don't want to know it, but I do. Yes."

"I am a little uneasy telling you this because of your age, but you are, without a doubt, the most passionate, sexiest exciting woman that I have ever made love to."

"I don' have anybody to compare you to, but I don't want anybody to compare. I could do this with you all day and all night for the rest of my life."

"I know that girls do things for guys as well, but I don't have any idea what they do. Tell me what to do so that I can return the favor for you."

He told her what to do and what not to do, and she was a quick learner and a good student. She tried to take all of his length in her throat, but she couldn't quite handle that. He told her that she did not need to swallow it if she didn't want to, but when he came, she sucked harder and swallowed it all.

"Was that okay?" she asked, really wanting to know.

"That was incredible, yes, thank you."

She did run in the afternoon, three times, trying to make up for her lack of activity. Her poison ivy seemed to be healing, and the bug repellent that Clarke had seemed to keep the Black flies away. While she ran, Clarke fished the stream. When she was finished running and had walked her cool down, she asked if she could bathe in the stream. Clarke put away his tackle and went to the tent to get the soap, shampoo and towels. The stream was very cold, and Emma shivered for about ten minutes as she sat by the fire trying to rewarm herself and dry her hair.

He fixed dinner and they talked.

"What are we going to do, Clarke? I'm supposed to go home tomorrow and I don't want this to end."

"Emma, you are seventeen, granted a damned bright seventeen, but seventeen just the same. You are going to be a senior in high school this fall, with all the things that go with that--dating, track and field, and prom--all the things that a healthy seventeen year old girl should be involved in. I want you to do those things, to experience those things so that you will have memories of your last year in high school."

"But what about us?" She was nearly in tears, "Don't you want this to continue?"

"Very much I do. You intrigue me, you excite me, and you impress me. But I know that it is possible that these are passing thoughts that will go away once we are apart again. I am willing to accept that if they do it is because we were not to be. But if they remain, it means that we have an even stronger relationship than either of us knows now."