Words: 1751 Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Warnings: fluffy, falling out of trees Summary: Inspired by the song For Forever from the musical Dear Evan Hansen, you and Peter take a trip to a hidden gem- an open field filled with trees, that not many people visit. Talking about anything and everything, having a picnic, and climbing a tree makes for two friends having a perfect day. Authors Note: I’m obsessed with Dear Evan Hansen…so this had to happen. I also think this song is more lovey than the “love” song between the boy and girl…SO I USED THIS ONE. I love love love this musical so much and ughhhhh it’s just so good. AND I WROTE SOMETHING NOT ANGST FOR ONCE THATS ALSO PRETTY LONG IM EXCITED
You took a bite of your ice cream as you drove both you and Peter down the winding road. “How much further?”
“Not too much further. We should be there soon,” You told your best friend and thought about the picnic basket and necessities in the trunk. Soon enough, you pulled into a dirt parking space and got out of the car to grab the basket and extra things. Not many people visited this hidden gem.
The hidden gem was an open field, which just so happened to be framed with trees. It allowed for the outer parts to have shade, but the center to have open space to allow the sun to come in and watch the clouds pass by, waiting for the sun to go hide away and let the moon and stars come out. Which was perfect for the end-of-May weather, making for a great day.
It was near an apple orchard, which was by an ice cream stop, but not many people actually visited this field. You and Peter grabbed the basket filled with goodies and the blankets in the back of the car. “Race you there!” Peter shouted and took off running.
“Not fair!” You yelled back, grabbing the last of the things and shutting the back of your car, locking it before taking off. “That was so mean, Peter!”
You ran with your hands full to find Peter laying on the ground in the middle of the open field. You laughed a bit and walked up to him, sitting beside the boy with his eyes closed. “Hey!” You yelled, making Peter jump.
“Flagstaff: Northern Arizona city where the bike trails outnumber the roads, and the people that swear by them are higher than the elevation. Plenty of trees to hug.. why can’t we all just be friends?”
To be honest, it’s kind of ridiculously funny how true this is.
The state lines do not separate the states, they separate the people. And the wolves. And the strange creatures that have taken up residence in Rhode Island.
The ocean is not calm, or gentle, it is cold and unforgiving like the snow-capped mountains we all came from. That is why the sea feels like home. We have all forgotten what it means to be warm, we embrace the cold with our stiff, frost-laced arms. Death does not wait, it stalks.
The leaves fade into pale orange hues, and then to crimson, and then they turn to dust. We watch in fear. The winter is coming. The winter is COMING. We will all turn to dust, encased in snow crystals.
The sign in front of the bike trail is covered in blood. Your bike is covered in blood. You are covered in blood. We are all covered in blood. Nobody notices any more. It is not your blood, but you cannot remember whose blood it is. The wind tries to tell you, but wind cannot speak, only cry.
Everything around you is falling apart. The colonial buildings, the half-dead trees that lean on crumbling arches, the cobblestone pathways, the bodies piled along the road. Decay. Decay. There is graffiti on the bridges but the present no longer exists. This is the past. Decay.
Snow is eternal. So are you. We are all eternal. Ghosts do not ask questions. They demand them. There are no answers. We are all eternal.
The cliffs look taller today. The sea looks angry. Rocks clatter down into the raging foam and are devoured. It is time to pick a new sacrifice. We all belong to the sea, she birthed us, she owns us, we are bound to the sea. It is time to pick a new sacrifice.
There are no cities. New York City is not real. Cities are an illusion. Only the forest is real. The trees tell you it is okay. There are not enough people left for cities.
“I saw a werewolf. At least that’s what I thought it was at the time. I was a freshman in high school at the time. My younger brother and I were riding our bikes around in the summer time. We we’re about to enter a bike trail near our home but my brother stopped to fix something on his bike. I remember just sitting their leaning against my hand bars, facing the opening to the trail, which was a perfectly straight path for about ¾ of a mile. My brother was blocking my view of most of the path but when he shifted slightly the full length of the trail became visible. That’s when I saw it.
It was about 50 feet away. Standing on the trail in a bipedal fashion. It wasn’t facing us but standing in the direction facing the side of the trail but its head turned toward us looking. It held its clawed paws out in front of it in the traditional werewolf way. I mean this thing couldn’t get anymore accurate with the Hollywood werewolf depiction. It was too far away for me to make out details clearly. I just know it was covered in a light brown or grayish fur. It was very tall and thin, maybe 7 feet.
It then jumped off the trail onto all fours and ran away like a wolf. We then heard a howl that sounded like a mix between a wolf and girly scream. A few years later I found out that there has been many sightings of this creature in my area and that we are known for the infamous beast of bray road. I am from Wisconsin btw. The creature that I spotted was near the border of Jefferson County.”
The warm breeze blew your hair across your face gently and you brushed it out of the way. The Teller-Morrow lot was crowded with people as everyone waited to send off the club. They had received the signal they had been waiting for and were about to head out to deal with the situation. You felt sick with nerves and you dug your fingernails into your palms anxiously. You had known being a part of SAMCRO was dangerous, especially for Jax, but you hadn’t really realised the way it made you feel til now. He had always kept you seperate from club business. Most of the time he just turned up at your house in the middle of the night. Hell, you’d only just met the Club and this was the very first time you’d been to the clubhouse. And suddenly the severity of the situation dawned on you; Jax might not come back. You’d cleaned blood off his clothes many times, and you’d seen the scars on his body, but the risks that came with this life had always been a distant thought for you. But now, as you stood in the lot surrounded by the friends and family of SAMCRO those distant thoughts became a reality. Opie stood next to you and he nudged you gently, noticing the change in your stance. “You alright?” He asked quietly. You covered your eyes from the sun and looked up at him. “Make sure he comes home?” Your voice was quiet and he could hear the fear and the worry. He wrapped an arm over your shoulder and squeezed you tightly. You both knew he couldn’t make that promise. Jax walked out of the clubhouse with Abel in his arms and your eyes followed him as he moved across the lot. All you wanted to do was run to him and wrap your arms around him, kiss his lips and tell him you loved him. But you knew you couldn’t and so you watched as his wife walked to meet him and jealousy flowed through your veins. You couldn’t help but notice his cold eyes as he looked at his wife and passed her their son. That didn’t stop her, though, and she quickly crashed her lips against his. Opie squeezed you tighter and you smiled up at him before turning to watch Jax again. His mother was next and she hugged him tightly before he moved on. Tara scowled as Jax walked towards you and you fought the urge to run to him. He exchanged a nod with Opie as he neared before his eyes met yours. He stopped a couple of feet in front of you and his eyes never left your face. “This will all be over soon babe, I promise.” He said solemnly. You smiled warmly at him, your eyes sparkling with love. “Just come home, Jax.” You said and he nodded. Opie squeezed you gently before moving forward and slapping Jax lightly on the chest before heading to his bike. “I love you.” You said, more confident now that you were alone. Jax smiled at you and nodded. “I love you too, (y/n).”
It had been just over two hours since you had watched Jax pull out of the lot, the trail of bikes following behind him. ‘Worried sick’ had never had more meaning, and you had spent the first hour curled up on the bed, your mind going into overdrive with all the possibilities and outcomes of the situation. But you had quickly come to realise that there was nothing you could do, and sitting around worrying about Jax wasn’t going to help anyone. After checking with Gemma that she didn’t need any help you had dug out the pile of homework from your bag that needed grading. It was a task you always seemed to put off til the last minute and you knew it would be a good distraction. You had gotten through a decent stack of maths papers, now filled with dozens red marks from your pen, when a knock on the door caught your attention. You frowned slightly before dropping the paper in your hand to the bed and getting to your feet. It took only a few strides to cross the room and you swung the door open widely. Almost instantly your face fell as you looked at Tara, smug smile on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. You cleared your throat awkwardly before speaking. “Tara, hey, whats up?” She looked you up and down before stepping past you and entering Opies dorm, where you were staying. You watched her closely as she moved around the room, her eyes searching for something. “So, (y/n), tell me how you know Opie.” Tara said, her back still facing you as she scanned the papers on the bed. You shrugged, even though she wasn’t watching you. “His kids go to my school, I’m a teacher.” You said casually, unsure of where this was heading. Tara turned to you, a coy smile on her face and her brown eyes watched you closely. “What is a teacher doing hanging around with a criminal?” She asked you. You could sense the bitter tone in her voice and immediately your guard was up. Everything Jax had told you about Tara played through your mind, and although he never spoke badly of her you knew that she hurt him more than either of them realised. “I dunno,” You shrugged. “Whats a doctor doing, married to a criminal?” She raised her eyebrows at your words and the corners of her mouth turned up into a wicked smirk. “Thats just it, isn’t it (y/n), we’re married.” She stepped closer to you and you looked at her coldly. “I’m his wife. And you..” She looked you up and down again. “Your just a distraction.” You raised an eyebrow and smirked. So she knew. Or maybe she just thought she did. Either way, you were tired of this bitch. She spoke before you could and she stepped closer again, almost closing the gap between you. “He doesn’t need you drooling after him. Your no one, (y/n). Stay away from my husband.” You laughed bitterly before glaring at her. “Oh honey, he cant stay away from me even if he tried.” You said before shrugging and moving closer. “But I’ll keep that in mind, when he’s fucking me tonight.” Her eyes burnt with anger and her fists clenched but before she could swing her fist a small voice called out. “Mommy?” She turned to see Abel standing in the doorway, watching you both with a scared expression. She glared at you coldly. “Stay away from Jax.” She warned before pushing past you and taking the boy into the hallway. Your eyes burnt as you diced the onion, the strong sting making your eyes water. But you pushed through it, slicing the onion rapidly. “What did that onion ever do to you?” You turned, still wielding the knife in your hand and saw Gemma leaning against the wall with a smirk across her face. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”She asked you. You smiled and shook your head. Her eyes burnt into you, studying your face closely. “You know, theres someone else here tonight that doesn’t seem too happy.” You turned back to the board and continued to hack at the onion, ignoring Gemmas comment. She walked further into the kitchen and leant against the bench next to you. “You have anything to do with that?” She asked you. You shrugged. “Its okay, (y/n), i never liked the bitch anyway.” She whispered. You looked at her, disbelief on your face, before you both broke into wide grins and you laughed lightly. She turned to face the bench and grabbed a knife and a chopping board, and reached for another onion. And so the both of you stood, smirks on your faces, eyes burning, and cutting onions.
It was almost midnight and there was still no sign of the boys coming home tongiht. Your gut was twisted with worry and you had almost chewed off your lip. You had barely eaten your dinner, despite all the time you and Gemma had spent making it, swapping recipes and tips in the kitchen, while Tara glared from the clubroom. And after sitting with the family, the friends, the crow eaters, you had finally managed to escape to your room. You had taken a hot shower, attempting to let the hot water wash away your fears. But now you were tucked into bed, wearing only an old SAMCRO shirt and still, the worry was pitted in your stomach. Your eyes stared at the ceiling. The room was dimly lit from the lamp on the nightstand and your hair was splayed out around your head. The faint music could be heard, playing loud at the bar but you were glad you had some sort of peaceful place amongst this chaos. At some point you must have fallen to sleep, and it was when the door opened that you sat up suddenly, your eyes wide. Jax stood in the doorway, his white shirt stained with blood and his kutte held tightly in one hand. He met your eye and you both froze for a moment, staring at each other before you threw the covers back and leapt out of bed. Jax closed the door and locked it before moving towards you and you practically ran across the room. His hands wrapped around your waist and he lifted your body off the ground. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you ran your hands through his hair before his lips crashed down on yours. His kiss was desperate, hungry, and his lips moved in harmony with yours. A soft moan left your lips and he pushed you against the wall. Your hands roamed to the hem of his shirt and you tugged it up, parting his lips to lift it over his head. The blood on the shirt caught your eye and you paused, looking at the shirt and back at Jax, your eyes suddenly wide with worry. “Its not mine, babe.” Jax told you, knowing what you were thinking and you kissed his lips once more before tossing the shirt to the floor. “I was so worried, Jax.” You whispered against his ear. His lips trailed down your neck, sucking at your skin hungrily. His teeth grazed against you and you moaned and pushed your hips against him, desperate for more friction. Jax growled and moved you away from the wall. He carried you across the room and laid you down on the bed. You blushed as he stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of you. The shirt you were wearing had moved up your body slightly and you smirked and sat up. You lifted the shirt over your head and tossed it across the room, enjoying the way his eyes studied your bare chest hungrily. “I love you.” He said quietly. You smiled at him and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, right in front of him. You turned your head to look up at him and you reached out to unbuckle his belt and you tugged his pants and his boxers down his legs, letting them drop to the floor. His member stood proudly and you licked your lips as you wrapped your hand around the base. “I love you too, Jackson.” You whispered. Your tongue flicked out and you ran it along his length, from the base to the tip. He groaned softly at your touch and you smirked before taking him in your mouth. You moved your hand with your lips as you pumped him, your tongue running along the underside of his length. He leant over you, watching your lips move around him and you glanced up, meeting his gaze as you sucked him off, taking more of him into your mouth. His hand reached into your hair and he pulled it into a makeshift ponytail with his hands as he watched you. You bobbed your head up and down his length, and the further you took him into your mouth the more he began to unwind. “Fuck, babe.” Jax moaned as you sucked around him. His tip brushed against the back of your throats and your eyes watered as you took him. His hand gripped your hair tighter as the sensations shook through him and you sucked harder in response. Your eyes met his as you moved your lips, your cheeks hallowing as you pulled away. All you could hear was his soft moans and his heavy breathing and you began to move faster, desperate to taste him. “Oh god, (y/n),” he moaned and you would have smirked if your mouth wasn’t so full. You wrapped your hand around his base and squeezed gently, moving your hand with your lips as you pumped your mouth up and down his length. You could tell he was close and his hands gripped your hair tightly, and his eyes were locked on your face. You met his eye and when he brushed the back of your throats once more he moaned as he released inside your mouth. You sat still as his body shuddered and your mouth filled before you moved your lips away slowly. Jax watched you and you met his eye as you swallowed, licking your lips and his fingers were still in your hair. “God I love you.” Jax said and you beamed up at him before leaning back on the bed. His eyes ran over your bare body, moving hungrily across your skin. Jax spread your legs and licked his lips as he looked at your bare core. “Your so beautiful. Do you know that?” You didn’t answer him and he didn’t wait for one, he knelt on the floor in front of you and smirked as he met your eye. His fingers moved to spread your lower lips and you moaned softly at the touch. You were already wet from anticipation and you shuddered as he blew gently against your clit. You reached down and grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him up, you needed him, now, but Jax didn’t budge. “So impatient, babe.” He smirked and he ran a finger through the wetness of your folds, making you gasp. “You wanna cum, baby girl?” You moaned in response and Jax reached to lift your wrist to your core. “Make yourself cum, babe.” He whispered. You bit your lip as you glanced down at him. Of course you’d gotten yourself off before, but never with someone watching you so intensely. But you loved Jax, and god you were so turned on. You moved your hand to your folds and spread them, dipping a finger in to your wetness and spreading it to your clit. Jax licked his lips as he watched you work, rubbing your clit gently in circles. It didn’t take long to being yourself to the edge and you moaned softly as your fingers moved against yourself. “Not yet.” Jax ordered and you whimpered softly. Slowly, you felt his fingers on you and he slid one inside of you while you rubbed yourself and you moaned at his touch. He slid it in and out of you expertly and eventually added a second finger, thrusting them in and out of you. “Does that feel good?” You moaned in response and he smirked, his fingers fucking you rapidly. Your fingers began to slow as you neared orgasm and you arched your back. Jax moved your hand away and leant down. His lips wrapped around you and his tongue flicked around your clit softly. You moaned and he moved faster, his tongue running circles and his fingers thrusting. You couldn’t hold on much longer and you moaned out loudly as you reached orgasm. Your body trembled as it ripped through you and his tongue lapped at your juices. Jax stood, licking his lips and he was hard once more. Your eyes found his and you both smirked at each other as he knelt on the bed between your legs. He hovered over you and you grabbed his face gently and pulled his lips to yours. You parted lips and his eyes locked with yours and you felt his length rub against you, running through your folds. You bit your lip as he stared into your eyes and he pushed himself inside of you, making you gasp. Jax groaned softly as he entered you and he slid out slowly before pushing back in slowly. “I love you.” You moaned and Jax kissed you hungrily as his thrusts deepened. “I love you too, (y/n).” He whispered. Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him in deeper. His thrusts became faster and you moaned, dragging your nails down his back tattoo as he pounded inside of you. “Fuck!” You moaned as he entered you, the sound of his skin slapping against you filling the room. His lips sucked at your neck, leaving a trail of bruises down to your breasts as he pounded into you mercilessly. “Jax! Fuck!” You moaned. It didn’t take long for you both to reach orgasm and you you both released at the same time. Jax rode out your orgasms as your body shook around him, waves of pleasure rolling through you. Both of you were gasping for breath, sweat coating your skin and he rolled off you, both of you staring at the ceiling. “Not bad, Teller.” You sighed and Jax laughed loudly. He rolled onto his side and kissed you deeply before leaning back, his fingers stroking the side of your face. “It’s over now babe, lockdowns lifted.” You nodded, smiling gently. “You okay, Jax?” You asked. He smiled at you and nodded. “Never better.” He said and pecked your lips. A knock on the door made both your heads turn and you looked at each other, puzzled. Jax stood and pulled on his boxers before tossing you your shirt from across the room. You pulled it over your head quickly as he crossed the room and opened the door. Tara practically had smoke coming out of her ears and the moment she laid eyes on Jax she raised her hand and slapped him across the cheek. You stood, the shirt falling down over you and walked across the room, anger shooting through you. “Fuck you, Jackson!” Tara seethed, her finger prodding him in his chest. His face was cold, his soft lips curled up into a snarl as he glared at his wife. “Go home, Tara. It’s over.” Tara scoffed and pushed past him and turned towards you. “He doesn’t love you, whore.” She snarled at you. You laughed and crossed your arms over your chest. “If you’d come ten minutes earlier you woulda heard him telling me he loves me while I was sucking his dick.” Tara fumed and marched towards you, raising her hand. You dodged her fist and swung your own, your knuckles cracking against her jaw. She gasped and clutched her cheek and Jax watched with raised eyebrows as you stepped closer to her. “He’s mine now, bitch.” You snarled. Tara stared at you before turning to Jax. “I’m taking the boys with me.” She muttered and began to push past him. Jax grabbed her arm as held her back before snarling his words to her. “The boys stay with me.” Tara looked between you and Jax before marching out of the room and down the hallway. Silence fell between you as you and Jax looked at each other. Slowly, he stepped closer to you, his arms reaching out and holding your sides gently. “It’s all over, (y/n). It’s just you and me now.” You smiled up at him and draped your arms over his bare shoulders. “You and me.” You repeated and pressed your lips to his.
She told me I’m too goody-goody in the bedroom. Most of the time she wants a gentleman but once in a blue moon she’s in the mood for something else.
“I want you to hurt and humiliate me and we’ll have fun!” were her exact words. She elaborated with a list of things like dog collars and horse whips but my fantasies were headed in a different direction.
I came up with a naughty plan but didn’t tell her the whole thing at once. I said we’d carry on like it was a normal day but she had to follow my rules. She didn’t know where things were going but she was ready to play along.
I told her to change into something nice with a short skirt and we’d go out.
“The first rule is you have to swallow anything I tell you to.” I demonstrated by taking out a juice box and inserting the straw between her shapely smiling lips. “You can nullify this and all other rules by telling me the safeword,” I added as she sucked on fruit juice.
She took the straw out of her mouth long enough to ask one question. “Do you pick it or do I?”
She choked with laughter when I said the safeword was “burst.”
We needed groceries so that was the first thing we did. I promised her things would get more interesting. She was perky and optimistic.
When we carried the bags to the car I made her stop to perform a favor. I took a water bottle out of the plastic and pointed it at her mouth.
She looked annoyed but unscrewed the cap and started drinking.
“Faster!” I said. I got a kick out of watching the muscles in her neck work as she glugged it down. When she finished she was struck with a look of embarrassment. Some people were staring at us.
“Another!” I commanded. I was gonna make sure more people stared. “Drink this one like you’re dying of thirst.” I took off the cap and physically stuck the neck of the bottle into her face. She drew back a bit then eagerly wrapped her lips around the plastic. She made exaggerated sounds of quenched thirst as she drank the water so quickly and sloppily that some of it ran down her neck and made her top wet.
“Good girl!” We continued to the van.
At home she started walking to the bathroom before the groceries were put away. I grabbed her wrist.
“Uh-uh-uh!” I scolded. “That’s the second rule. No going to the bathroom without asking me for permission.”
“Can I have permission?”
After we’d put away the groceries she asked again.
“No,” I answered again.
“How do I get permission?”
“You’ll find out.”
She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss.
“Good girl! You can’t go to the bathroom though.”
Her enthusiasm was waning but she perked up again when I said we should go on a romantic picnic. She wasn’t hungry yet so I suggested we take a long walk to work up an appetite.
I used the bathroom before we left. She just stood outside the door with her arms crossed.
We selected a picnic site and packed everything up and took to the bike trail. I spotted the bathrooms before she did.
“I know what you want,” I said and I motioned to the silhouette of the woman in the dress.
“Yes I want it,” she said.
“Do you really need to?”
“Then you need to ask.”
“Can I go to the bathroom?”
“That’s poor grammar.”
“May I go to the bathroom?”
“Still not right.”
“May I please have permission to go to the bathroom?”
“No.” I had something else in mind. I took hold of her hand and led her to the drinking fountain. She started to struggle when she noticed where we were headed. “You have to swallow,” I reminded.
“That’s the rule. If you’re sick of funny rules you know what to say.”
“No I won’t use the safeword. I want to see how this plays out even if it’s no good.”
Once she relented I was able to bend her knees and press her head down to where her mouth could receive the stream of water. I turned the knob and made sure she got a nice long drink.
“People are looking,” she whispered accusingly when I released her. She used her wrist to wipe away the water that was running down her chin. “They think you’re hurting me or something.”
“Then explain it,” I whispered back. “Try to sound frisky.”
“Don’t mind us,” she said to the elderly couple who were walking by. “We’re just playing.”
“That was nice,” I said. “You got the flirtatious sound without laying the sexiness on too thick.”
“Now may I have permission?”
Before long we were at the picnic spot. We were both pretty hungry by then but she had a more urgent need. I could tell by the way she was skipping and hopping around as we set down the blanket and got the food ready.
“What do I have to do to go to the bathroom?”
“I’ll tell you later. Try not to ask so often.”
“It’s hard not to!”
“Don’t get testy.”
We sat on the blanket. She fidgeted a little but got comfortable and seemed to forget her need. We had a nice dinner and didn’t talk about bathrooms. I was sure to remind her before we packed up.
“Do you want more to drink?”
“But you’ll drink it anyway. Watch while I pour.”
She snapped her legs together and shuddered as she watched the thin stream of yellow liquid slowly flow into the clear plastic cup.
“Those are such nice liquid sounds,” I teased. “Wouldn’t it be great to hear that happening under you while that shapely bottom of yours was perched on the comfortable horseshoe seat of a public toilet?”
“What do you want me to do?” she asked in a desperate tone. “I’ll do anything. Not literally anything but…” she trailed off as she shifted into a different sitting position.
“I won’t let you use the bathroom here but you may use the one at home.”
“That’s a long walk,” she complained as she uneasily stood up.
“What’s the matter? Think you’ll have an accident?”
“Did you already have an accident?”
“Why don’t I check?” I only brushed her leg but she jerked away forcefully.
“No!” she repeated in a more playful way.
“I bet the seat of your panties is all wet.”
“Then show me.”
We ran around a bit and once more attracted attention to ourselves. I brought the chase to a stop by saying “I can make you drink the rest of the lemonade.”
“No! There’s most of a liter bottle left!”
“Show me your panties or I’ll make you swallow every drop.”
She spun around and flipped up her skirt and her white cotton underwear caught the bright summer sunlight.
When the skirt fell and she stood up straight again she noticed a woman with two little kids was looking at us wide-eyed.
“Sorry! I got a little too frisky.”
“Good girl!” I said to my red-faced sweetheart.
“This is no good!” she said in a not so frisky voice as we were walking back home.
“What did you want?”
“That’s what this is.”
“This isn’t what I asked for.”
“You asked me to hurt you.”
“Well doesn’t it hurt?” I asked as I motioned to her crotch.
“Yes but that’s not it.”
“You also asked me to humiliate you.”
“But aren’t you humiliated? You’ve made a few scenes in public.”
“Yes but it’s not kinky.”
“I think it is. I’ll tell you one thing I’m having fun.” That was about when we passed the other set of bathrooms.
“What do I have to do to go to the bathroom? Flash my panties again?”
“If we go over into the woods I’ll flash my breasts.”
“I still won’t let you use that bathroom.”
“I’ll flash everything! I’ll take off my panties. I’ll bend over a tree trunk. You can go to town! Just please let my go to the bathroom!” She accentuated the end of the sentence by stamping her foot like a child throwing a tantrum. It was a natural motion because her legs had been jumping and dancing around a lot lately.
“You’ll use the bathroom at home.”
“That’s such a long way to walk!”
“We’ll take a shortcut.”
The shortcut took us to a babbling brook.
“You jerk! You’re doing this on purpose!”
“Where’s the bridge?”
“We can step over this creek.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me!”
“Just a hop.”
“I don’t think I can do it.” Her legs were plastered together and she was rocking from side to side.
“Then I know what to do.” I put the bags down and walked to her.
“What are…” she stopped saying words and let out a shrill squeal instead as I hoisted her up off the ground.
“Are you all right?” I asked the woman in my arms.
“Yes! Just carry me across the creek already!”
I did and then I crossed over again and back for the bags. She had her hands over her ears.
“Can’t stand the sound of flowing water?” I asked as I took her hands by the wrists.
“You’re touching me so much today,” she said. I was starting to feel like I’d gone too far but then she took my hands and pulled me close to her. “Don’t stop.” I could feel her squirm uncomfortably as we hugged.
“It’s not that far to get home,” I said. “I’ll race you! We’ll each take one bag and if you get home before me the rules are all null and void.”
“If you get home before me?”
“Then you’ll need permission to enter the house.”
She didn’t stop to think about it. She just ran. I’ve never seen those legs work so hard. But my legs are longer and stronger. I was waiting on the back porch as she trotted up panting and shaking.
“You must be parched. Have some more lemonade.”
She didn’t fight it but she wouldn’t put her hands on the bottle. I fed her like a baby as she laid on her side.
“That’s enough,” she said after swallowing about a quart and standing up.
“No it’s not!” I grabbed her around the waist and made her sit on my lap on the steps.
“If I have an accident it’s gonna go on you,” she pointed out.
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” I said as I inserted the neck of the bottle into her mouth.
This time she was the one who noticed we were being watched. As I lowered the empty bottle she hollered “We’re just being lovey-dovey!” to our neighbors across the street.
“May I use the bathroom in the house?”
“How do I earn permission?”
“Keep being lovey-dovey.”
I sat on the porch swing and invited her to take a seat next to me. She sat down and leaned over and practically melted to my body. She kissed me all over my head and neck and ran her arms up and down my body. I’ve never seen (or felt) her so lively before. Her legs were kicking in the air.
“Good girl!” I said when she slowed down and put one hand between her legs. “You have permission to enter the bathroom.”
She shrieked in delight.
“You may use the toilet once you perform one final act.”
“No! What? Oh whatever let’s just go inside.” She ran in place as I took out my keys and unlocked the door. She ran to the bathroom and waited inside. She had an urgent look in her eyes as she stared at the toilet without a word.
“What do I have to do?” she asked as I came in with some old towels. I covered the floor in case of an accident.
“You can use the toilet after I do.”
“But you have to watch. Get down on your hands and knees. There’s a good girl.”
She was on one side of the toilet staring at the bowl she desperately wished she was on top of. I stood on the other side. I felt a little silly about what I’d planned but I still followed through. I unzipped my fly and opened the seam in my boxers. The look on her face when I pulled out my manhood assuaged my embarrassment.
“I’ve gone too long without seeing that,” she said.
“The toilet?” I asked with a smile.
“I meant your penis but that’s true too.” She changed her position so she was sitting with her legs crossed and both her hands pressed between her thighs. “I’ve got a feeling between my legs that’s killing me and I don’t know how much of that is one thing and how much is the other.”
“I’m not just saying that you know.”
“Get back in your stance. Your legs have to be apart and your hands have to be on the floor.” She obeyed.
“Good girl,” I said again as I began relieving myself. I’d had a long wait too. I didn’t mean to make a sound but I exhaled loudly as the pressure in my bladder dropped.
I heard other sounds that weren’t coming from me. My lover squeaked and then whimpered softly. Those sad longing eyes were focused on the jet of liquid I was emitting with such pleasure. It hissed against the side of the bowl and made deep rumbling liquid noises as it turned the water yellow and foamy.
I managed to stop moaning but she started. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she let out this long pained sound. All four of her limbs trembled. My stream kept going strong. She had a while to wait.
“You can always say it” I reminded.
“I’ve waited too long to quit,” she said in a voice somewhere between a sob and a whimper. “Keep going.”
I did and boy did it feel good. It was just winding down when she made me jump.
“It’s coming out!” she screamed. There were a few drops on the towel below.
I was so startled I lost control of my direction and made some drops of my own. She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face.
“Good girl! Still in position.” My bladder had attained a comfortable feeling of near-emptiness so I cut off my stream. “You’re such a good girl you have permission to pee in the toilet!”
Before the sentence was over she was sliding her panties down her thighs. There was a dark yellow spot shaped like a figure eight but the rest of the cotton was white and dry. I offered my hand and she took it. I pulled her off the floor as she glued her thighs back together and thrust her other hand in for good measure.
A golden drop was hanging off one of her knees at the end of a long liquid trail. More spots had appeared on the towel and new ones were showing up by the second. When she neared a standing position I saw two more drops slide down from behind her hand. The flesh was white she was applying so much pressure but something was still leaking through.
Between her efforts and mine we managed to get that pert little bottom of hers onto the toilet seat. I put my penis away and zipped up.
She moaned again and the volume and feeling were now multiplied by ten. But even the pleasureful sounds coming out of her lungs couldn’t muffle the liquid sounds coming out of her bladder. She went at that toilet bowl like a sandblaster. The hissing was intense. So was the roar of the urine rushing into the toilet water. It was like the rapids of a wild river.
Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. She had an expression of utter pleasure that I’ve never seen on her face. Not in such good lighting at least.
Once her moaning abated she opened her eyes and noticed the extreme interest I was taking in her body and the liquid flowing from it. She spread her legs wide and scooted back so I could take in the view. I’ve fired urine off that forcefully a few times in my life but I never thought I’d see that kind of pressure from a woman. It was like a raging golden waterfall.
“Oh God! I thought my bladder was going to burst inside me!” she said as her stream slowed. I was staring at our combined output. I’ve never seen toilet water so yellow.
“Thanks for not saying ‘burst’ before we were done. I’m sorry I made you suffer for my gratification.”
“Are you kidding? I loved every minute!”
“I was acting…to some extent. Thanks for the lovely day.”
“It was a lovely day,” I concurred.
“It’ll be a lovely night too if you’re in the mood.”