The Cavern

Basia

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OOC:

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IC:

It was a cool fall day. The trees had just started to shead their lush green leaves, and don their vibrant red orange, and yellow colors. Dark clouds loomed omionusly overhead, but none of the four seemed to notice. They didn't look like rain clouds anyway. They were too light and fluffy. The teenagers moved swiftly through the woods of the national park on their way to their campsite, but they where getting nowhere fast. With Olivea leading them, this was expected though. She held the map and the compas, and it seemed like they passed the same tree stump three or four times by now.
 
"Hey Liv!" Caleb called from atop a rock he climbed just for fun, "I think our campsites that way, away from that grove of trees we saw an hour ago!"

He looked down at her and winked to let her know he was kidding, then skidded down the rock to an abrupt halt.

"You okay Megan? You're looking a bit peaked. We should probably rest here for a while. Simon, wanna break out the water and some trail mix with me, man?"
 
Ocea leant against a large, flat boulder and petulantly folded her arms tights across her chest. The sweat prickling on the back of her neck matched the tense increment of negative thoughts about this whole venture, she was already despising the sound of crackling underbrush and would gladly swap Mother Natures most scenic spots for a glass of something very alcoholic and a sexual interlude with any man over the age of 18 and a half. So far Caleb and Simon were doing very little to impress her - as she studied them with a cat-like and intensely critical gaze she couldn't help but ponder how long it would take before their balls dropped.
 
"Very funny, 'Lib" she replied dryly. "I think it's this way" and witht hat she changed direction.... But then the rain started.... it was a quick pour od buckets upon the four unspecting hikers.
 
"Okay then, I suppose we'll take your directions still. After all you've got the compass and the map, and believe or not I still have faith in you. I know the first four times were just an accident." he winked and ducked out of harm's way as she swung a playful fist at him.

"Hey.. it's raining! Cool!" he showed them the droplet that had landed on his hand and looked up at the sky, "My old man says that Yellowstone's summer showers are great! I hope we get more!" His enthusiasm was never contained, his look on life held no room for angst or cynicism. After all, once you'd seen it all there was always somewhere new to go.
 
Simon rolled his eyes "Yeah yeah Caleb, you slacker. Stop trying to use Megan as an excuse"

He kept walking, following Liv, and chuckled as the rain started "Hmm, methinks it's raining. Think you could bear to part with the compass and map Liv, and let me have a shot? Or would that get me shot?"
 
Megan looked across at Simon as they resumed walking in God knows what direction. The shifting drops of light rain landed gently on his cheeks, sticking to his dark eyelashes as if in some natural effort to highlight how boyish he was.
"Look," she said, striding to catch up with Oliva. "Screw the map, okay? Obviously none of us have one iota of knowledge about how to read a map," she glanced briefly at Caleb. "No matter how enthusiastic we might be..." The rain started building up in tempo, sending one steady drop after another onto the whispy brown dirt beneath their feet and drenching it from one form to another in the matter of seconds. The heavy drops falling in Megan's dark red hair weighed down heavily on her slim shoulders, smudging damp wet stains on her high cheekbones to perform light waves of shimmer as she angled her face upward.
"Let's find somewhere with shelter and while we wait until it stops pissing down we can study this map like its the rosetta stone."
Rather than wait for an answer she headed off to their left towards a rocky outcrop, snapping aside branches of powdery berries, small furry creatures beneath foot be damned.


ooc: sorry, got accustomed to calling myself Ocea, it's still Megan ;)
 
Simon shrugged and followed Megan, his eyes softly roaming over her body from behind. As they reached the outcrop, he squinted and then pointed a little way in the distance

"Hey! Isn't that a cave over there?"
 
Megan turned in the direction Simon indicated, her body coming sharply up against his so that their wet forearms grazed, their fingers almost touched. The lowering of her heavily lashed eyelids was so subtle he barely noticed it, the parting of her perfectly shaped lips so swift and rapidly corrected one could be certain the harshh, distant demeanour never wavered.
"You're right, looks like our best bet." She said quietly. She stepped forward, preparing for the climb, and the thick mess of her crimson hair grazed his shoulder stirring a scent of ginger and jasmine in the moist air around him.
 
"Well Olivea... looks like those two want to cave up immediately. If it don't got a roof it's jes' plain not good 'nuff!" he said slipping back into a heavy back country accent for a moment, "You're right though Simon, we should probably take some cover. I think I'll try and find some wood under some brush that hasn't gotten soaked yet or something."

With that Caleb turned aside and began poking in the underbrush. The wood may be necessary later on because while it was fine out right now, later on the rain might bring a chill cold.

"I'll be in a couple of minutes guys, go ahead and take a look inside but don't go too far if it leads to Wonderland." he shouted out over the noise of the rain. Hopefully he'd be able to find at least some fuel for a fire.
 
Olivea

Watching everyone else go towards the cave, she shoved the map in her napsack and started the climb up to the cave. The whole while she was muttering something to the effect of "smartasses"
 
Simon felt Megan's arm brush against his, and an electric jolt seemed to run through him, as her scent surrounded him, tantalising him, and arousing him.
As she passed, he whispered "You look absolutely stunning today Meg, and you smell terrific as well."

He blushed, realising how stupid he sounded, as he began pulling himself up, offering a hand to Megan when He found a stable footing
 
Megan arched one dark eyebrow as Simon proffered his hand. She side stepped him and expertly climbed the rock to his left, feeling a sudden sharp pelting of rain hit the back of her knees as she crouched on the narrow wedge of stone and spoke quietly,
"Save the gentleman routine for someone who needs it."
The naughty grin, curling lasciviously at the corners of a cupid bow mouth was hidden by a veil of heavy hair and an acidic, sarcastic tone she'd only recently perfected.
When she glanced up at him, silhouetted in all his fresh out of diapers glory, a rosy hued blush was creeping up his lightly stubbled cheeks. The sudden blossom of warmth in contrast to the blue of his eyes was startling, casting the tone and colour of his lips in a deeper red, the jet black of his hair softer and subtler. She straightened, stepping across on to his rock so that their bodies faced each other, damp clothes clinging together with little fingers of wool and cotton, the scent of moist pine needles rising from the steamy ground below.
"What are you doing?" He asked with uncertainty as she tipped her head on the side and studied him. He had never felt the sharpness of her clear ocean green gaze before, nor knew the potential it had to make his stomach kick into wicked acrobatics. The dilated pupils from the shifting shades of dim light, surrounded by the faded sky blue iris roamed freely over the sharp nose, the pout of his bottom lip, the line of his jaw, glittering with abrupt mirth as she spontaneously put her hands on his shoulders and peered behid his right ear. Her hot breath shuddered on his nape.
"I knew it," she whispered wickedly.
She straightened, leaping back onto her rock and readjusting her backpack with an efficient one shouldered shrug.
"Still wet behind the ears!" She exclaimed loudly.
Olivea stifled her smile, Caleb didn't.
 
Simon chuckled, enjoying the joke on him "Well, I may be wet behind the ears Megan, but damn babe, you must want me bad anyway...after all, you are all wet."

He winked at her and grinned, as he climbed further up to avoid any slaps.

"Catch me if you can."
 
Megan had become accustomed to finding nothing amusing, but Simon's quick wit and unruffled response to her often insulting sense of humour struck a chord within her.
Determined to be first at the cave entrance she took a sharp route to his right, stepping up two large levels in just enough time to use his shoulder as a prop for reaching the third.
The rush of her passing him, her slender hand gripping the muscles in his shoulder as she forced herself through the rain and over the uneven surface of jagged layers of warm rock, invaded his senses with sights, smells, and flashes of personality. She was two paces ahead of him and all he could see was waves of deep red, glittering ocean green, moist skin, a mouth that tipped up one one side in a wry smile and a competitive, highly willful spirit.
Megan, similarly, had her hand curved over a jutting wedge of smooth stone, but felt nothing but warm flesh, lean and hard, and a softer glimpse of youthful collar.
 
"Oh no," Megan said as she turned back to face the group. The silence suggested some terrible distaster had probably befallen Caleb and Olivia so that now Megan and SImon would be literally forced to bed each other for lack of anyone else. Although, thought Megan, I hear the American Yaks are rather attractive and quite well hung.
 
Simon reached the cave just behind Meg, intoxicated by her looks, her scent. He was enraptured by her, and couldn't understand it. Never in his life had he felt this around any other girl, and it was driving him to action.

"Meg..." He whispered, barely audible to the enchanting woman

"Yes? What do you want?" She half snapped as she turned to face him.

"You." He said, stepping closer and kissing her, his lips meeting hers and his tongue gently entering her mouth, half open with shock
 
Megan didn't know what to think. The cave opening was just infront of her and a heavy fall of rain still splattered across her back but the slide of Simon's tongue between her parted lips momentarily disoriented her. For all she knew down would lead her up, to the left there would be flat ground and behind her the entrance to the cave.
Who would have gussed that such a prep school kind of boy with a neatly shaved beard and honest eyes knew how to work his mouth in the stile of Casanova. He nibbled on her bottom lip, his hands snaking around to cup her butt and sqeeze the tender cheeks before he arched his head and kissed her harder, smothering her mouth with his damp warmth in sharp and heavenly contrast to the cool slash of rain on her calves and the enticing entry to the womb of the cave.
 
Simon couldn't believe it, she hadn't pushed him off or slapped him, in fact she was responding. She tasted so sweet that the only thing that stopped him from kissing her until he died was the feel of her warm body beneath his and his own responding to it, as his cock became erect, pushing against her.

He pulled her tight, slowly backing into the cave, pulling her with him
 
Megan had no idea what she was doing. She couldn't completely fathom that somehow her own body was defying her closely held beliefs that boys like Simon were not only not sexual, they were asexual. The hard length of cock she felt pressing against her as he led her back into the cave couldn't possibly be his own. Surely someone young like Simon would have a nonexistant little shrivelled member that got hard at the sight of Mandy Moore but soon withered with a few swift strokes of his own hand.
Not this though. This was unbelievable. He had one hand tangled in her hair and another kneading her right buttock, forcing her legs apart and riding up between them. He smelt fresh, he smelt clean, he seemed pristine as a choir boy, but he whispered in her ear 'good way to pass the storm' and all she could do was nod.
It had probably been longer than she remembered. Maybe it had been a few months since someone had last touched her. Surely abstinence was the reason why her clitoris was swelling and her panties suddenly pressed damp against her mons as he sucked on her neck. Surely there was some rational explanation.
 
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