3. Tabitha
THREE
tabitha
I’d spent a good deal of my life bouncing between Evergreen Valley and its closest city, Smithport. I grew up in the city mainly, but there were constant trips out into the country to visit my grandmother, who was Evergreen Valley born and raised. I grew to love the thick forests that surrounded the area, the cleanliness of the air, just the entire vibe of the much smaller town compared to the endlessly busy life that I had come home to.
As an adult, I still called the city home. I push most of my knick knacks there in its central park on Sundays. It’s not a bad place to live in the grand scheme of things, but knowing about Evergreen Valley has given me so much more perspective. After Grandma passed, I still made trips up here quite often. I took lots of nature walks, hikes, whatever you wanted to call them. I got to know the area around my old Granny’s cabin very intimately, and picked up the many secrets of the forest.
“We’ve been walking for awhile,” Fox says, as I guide him through.
“Don’t complain, all of this will break in your fancy new boots and make you look like you belong in this town.”
He shoots me a playful look. He takes all the teasing in good humor. A thick skin, I like that in a man. So many will just shrivel and explode if you poke their ego just a bit.
I always feel exhilarated to be out here. I have my hiking pack ready to go in my car just for times like this when it all strikes me. It’s usually meant for just me, but we weren’t going very far and I don’t think a man like Fox was going to crumple that quickly.
“And here it is,” I say as I wave him over to my destination.
My eyes widen just like they did the first time when I saw this spot. Fox, standing beside me, is definitely taken aback by the scene himself.
A veritable natural cathedral. The trees created a canopy of shade, little only little bits of sun shining right through, like they’re piercing the clouds right from heaven itself. Thick leaves from the trees rustling gently in the breeze. The lush fragrance of the forest graces my senses as I walk forward, arms spread.
The soft moss carpets nature’s floor, leading to a set of dead dry pines. The way they're situated, it’s like the forest itself was inviting people to come and have a seat, and enjoy the absolute serenity that this place provided.
“Wow,” he says, walking in, spinning in place to truly take everything around him in. “Did you... did you make this?”
Hands on my hips, I glare at him. “How would I make something like this?”
“I don’t know. Planned growing of trees? Trimming all the hedges right so they grow a certain way?”
I consider his words. I guess you could do all that. It would take years of meticulous planning, far beyond what I think I could personally manage. “Nope. This is all nature’s doing. Think of it as a wonderful roll of the dice that created something beautiful.”
We walked through the site, part of me wondering if it really could be turned into something more. “How long have you known about this?”
“My grandma used to live not far from here. Every few weekends I’d come up here with my parents and they were very bohemian and hands-off. They’d let me roam the forests as long as I wanted as long as I was back by supper time.”
“Was that back before everyone had a mandatory cell phone?”
“It wasn’t. I had a flip phone for emergencies, but it doesn’t matter out here anyway. Check your phone now.”
Fox pulls his out and shrugs. “I forgot that the service out here is absolutely terrible.”
“Yeah, and it was even worse fifteen years ago.”
He slides the phone back into his pocket. “So it’s just you and me out here. All alone.”
“Just us and nature.”
There’s part of me that realized how crazy all of this was. I shouldn’t be out in the middle of nowhere with a guy I barely know, especially when I can’t even get help in a hurry. This is inviting myself to be featured on some horrible true crime show not too far into the future.
It’s all absurd though. I have faith in my friends, and I have faith in the men they chose as lovers and husbands. They’ve never led me astray before and I doubted they were going to start now.
“When I was a teenager and having those teenage problems where I wanted to scream at the world,” I say, taking a seat on one of the logs. “I’d just come out here. Take it all in. Realize how little it mattered in the grand scheme of things, and come back to civilization stronger.”
He takes a seat on the log opposite of mine. “And you’ve been doing so ever since, I’d imagine.”
I nod. “It’s eye opening. And reminds me of what really matters.”
He leans in, face to face with me. “What really matters to you, Tabitha?”
“My happiness. My joy. And my desire to spread it through the world.”
“That is what matters. I should make that matter to me, too.”
Our faces are lingering closer to one another. Too close. I’ve never been one to go right for a man like this, but Fox is different in so many ways.
He goes for it. I do nothing to stop him. I let his lips meet mine, and let the blissful hormones rush through me.
One tiny peck becomes more than that. Our lips explore one another, and I can’t get enough of him. His hand pushes my hair out of my ace, running that light yet manly touch of his over my head, and my heart kicks up, beating rapidly, letting the adrenaline flow through my body.
All of my being pounds with need for him. A need stronger than I’ve ever felt for any man before in my life. I pull him closer, damn near stumbling off my stump, but Fox is there to catch me and hold me closer. I touch him, I feel his form through his clothes, every bit of lean muscle he has. I want to see it, and not just feel it, I want to enjoy him so completely.
Our embrace only grows more electric as my tongue meets his, and they quickly entwine with one another as we move to enjoy one another more completely. His touch roams my form, and I remove the straps of my dress, wanting there to be no doubt on what I want from all of this. He accepts my offer, letting it slide down to my waist and I feel more of the delightful forest air against my skin.
In turn, I’m pulling at the buttons of his shirt, letting me see the masculine chest that’s beneath it all. Nothing about how he felt is lying, he’s as much of a man as I thought he would be to my eyes as much as he was to my fingers. And it’s absolutely glorious.
“This is going to make a mess out of both of us if we’re doing what I think we want to do out here,” he whispers. This close, even the simple caress of the sound waves of his voice vibrating against my ear excites me.
“I know. And making a mess is fun, isn’t it?”
He chuckles. “I didn’t think you’d be a prissy princess about all of this. Glad I’m right about that.”
I’d never brought a man out to this secret hideaway of mine, so I’d never done anything as naughty as this. It added to the adrenaline. There is no way anyone was ever going to walk in on us, not as remote as this location was. It was more that this place is pretty much sacred to me, and only to me. That I would bring someone here and let him take me in the most intimate ways I can imagine means that I feel that Fox is truly the one in this universe meant for me.
Which given I’ve only known him a few hours? It’s absurd. But I can’t change how I feel.
I purr as I run my fingers down his chest, tracing the outline of his musculature. He smirks. “You like what you see, babe?”
I nod, as I unhook my bra, letting my tits fall free, and enjoy the forest air tickling them too. This isn’t the first time I’ve experienced it. After all, I do consider myself a free spirit. But this is the first time I’ve let them experience the air with someone else present. It’s as natural as natural could be, and the things I want to do with Fox are as natural as everything else.
He shirks off his shirt entirely, and our greedy little hands are all over the others’ bodies. I let my dress fall off my hips to the forest floor below, and cast aside any worries about the extra laundry work I’m going to have to do. That’s all future Tabitha’s problem, and I’m only worried about the here and now.
Seeing most of my bare form in front of him, I see the massive approving grin on Fox’s face. “I’m probably not the first person to tell you this, but you’re astonishingly beautiful.”
“You’re the first person to use the word astonishing about it and I gotta say I like it.” I grin, leaning over, and taking hold of his belt, undoing it, and pulling it loose. “I think you’re astonishing too. Maybe I need to see more of you to confirm it though.”
“Uh huh. That's why you want more of me. I’ll totally believe you.”
“Yeah, it’s for science. You can’t go against science, can you?”
We’re smiling happily as I finish stripping him down, the two of us hurried taking off our shoes. I briefly remembered the time I got a twig in one of my shoes, but this? This is totally going to be worth it.
Feeling more and more of his bare flesh against mine makes the heat rise in me greater. His hands roaming downward over my body, the gooseflesh forming in his wake. He pushes me up against the big central tree of this little natural temple of ours, our kisses intense as he goes down my form. His touch against my tits is so magical, him knowing exactly how to rub against me to bring me that little burst of joy. The prickling sensation leads to more, as his lips leave mine to come down my form, including piling on my suckling my tit, the moisture of his love spiking my lust for him ever so intensely.
His touch goes across my abdomen, toward my panties. Some colorful sort with a floral design on them. Not the sexiest thing I’d wear when I knew I was going to sleep with a guy for the first time, but I didn’t even know who Fox was six hours ago when I was getting dressed.
Fox rubs me gently through the fabric, using it to tease me as he does so. I shudder and swoon for him, which only brings more of a smile to his face. His touch grows harder, more intense, teasing my folds with it all, making me yearn for his actual touch without anything in the way.
Luckily he won’t torture me for too long. His deft fingers slip past my panties from above, finding my clit, and paying it tribute with a delicate touch. I ache with need for him, and he builds a steady, powerful pressure there, a kind yet forceful rhythm, and God, I’m infatuated with him more than I ever thought possible. I gasp, and twist for him, and i Know all of this is simply foreplay.
The need for one another that we both have makes me realize that the foreplay won’t be for too long. I’m wiggling my panties down my legs, something he’s all too happy to help me with. Soon, I’m as nature made me, and he’s taking me in with a growling appreciation and anticipation. He drops to his knees in front of me, my legs spread, and his face right in there. I can feel his stubble rub against my thighs, tickling me so delightfully as he begins his focus proper on worshiping me at my temple.
Which I can’t help but giggle at the many multiple meanings it carries in a place such as this.
His tongue work is exquisite. This is a man who knows that pleasing a woman is about more than pulling out your cock and ramming it into her again and again. The fire inside me ignites and spreads as his licks fan the flames, exploring my slit so completely, but not forgetting to neglect the tender parts of me that are all around the outside of my sex. Everything that could be called an erogenous zone, he pays attention to. A tender touch on my thighs, my legs, even caressing my tits, all devoted to keeping that fire going everywhere inside of me.
The intensity of it all grows stronger, and I moan for him, I let my voice echo freely through the forests, letting nature hear me as bliss consumes me so wholly. My muscles tensed, and I whipped back and forth against that free, my hands gripping the close cut of hair on his head as I held on for dear life. I want to experience all of this, I don’t want him to stop, and if I cum, I fear that’s what will make him stop.
As nature intends, however, I am only human and can’t resist his pressures forever. The intensity of it all soon hits me, and goddamn, does it hit me hard. The bliss roars through me, and I’m trembling as the intense might of it all wrecks me so fully. I scream out for him, riding through the orgasm as he laps at me, hoping to help me wring out every bit of bliss that he can with his dedication.
As the greatness fades, I’m left a panting, sweaty mess up against that tree, looking down at Fox and seeing a devilish grin on his face. So pleased with himself.
And he had every right to be.
“You have no idea how hard doing that made me,” he says as he stands up, and kisses me on the lips, letting me taste a bit of my own juices.
“No. I don’t. How about you show me?” I reply, my own sly grin growing wider.
“Oh, I’ll show you. In so many ways I’m going to show you.”
He pushes his jeans down his legs, and shows me in the first way. His cock, throbbing so hard with intense need for me. My legs spread wider for him, and I reach down between us, taking hold of the throbbing heat he has for me. I guide him toward me. Even after he had blown my mind with his lips and his tongue, I only wanted more of him. The intensity of need that I’m feeling at this moment is incredible. As he tickles the outside of my sex, and finally starts to slide down my form the immenseness of the moment is so damn incredible that I can’t possibly comprehend just how good it all is.
Feeling him all the way inside me just feels so unbelievably right. He gives me a moment to adjust to his presence inside me, but it doesn’t take much before I’m nodding enthusiastically and urging him to give it to me, to give everything to me. He grins, lets out a satisfied grunt, and then starts a slow and steady rhythm.
Goddamn, he’s so good. It’s all coming together. I’m shuddering like a madwoman around him, I’m a vice squeezing him right back. Our sexes are so perfect for one another, and makes me think that everything else about one another might be just as perfect.
I wrap my arms around him, and begin to grind against him, kissing him and making the luscious friction between us all the better. His thrusting increases in pace, his lust for me steady and strong. The electricity between us grows at a rapid pace. We move in concert so beautifully, his low groans and my high moans singing through the forest as I buck down on his cock as he takes me harder. My arms cross around his shoulders, my legs around his hips. I’m pressed up against a tree, and I’m so fucking thankful that it isn’t a particularly barky one.
Our tryst becomes harder, faster, more desperate as we yearn more and more for one another and everything that we can give to each other. I’m trembling against him, it’s all fucking too much, too fast. He’s just too good.
Too wonderful.
At everything.
The haze of lust is too much for me and I can’t hold on for much longer. I’m going to explode at any moment, and looking at how Fox is struggling, I know he’s right there with me. A perfect gentleman, always assuring that his own girl comes first.
He’s stroking my clit tenderly, even as we fuck one another, the intense lust we’re feeling consuming both of us. One more thrust, one more stroke, and that’ll be anything and everything for both of us.
Then we reach it. It is all too perfect, too powerful, too intense. We’re holding onto one another, our sexes shuddering around one another, orgasm claiming up both so fully and completely. I cry out his name, hearing it echo through the trees, and he does the same for mine. My core shudders around him as it’s wracked by bliss, and deep within I feel him pulse and flood me with the efforts of our lust.
Thank God for birth control.
He holds me steady for a time, both of us struggling to catch our breath.
“Wasn’t expecting to have the best sex of my life from going out to buy some elderberry jam,” he says.
“I could go for some huckleberry jam on a pancake right about now. That seems pretty good.”
He looks at me with disbelief.
“What? It’s a compliment. Really good sex makes me hungry for something sweet. Would you prefer that we eat at the diner in town? That’d hit the spot too.”
Fox laughs, setting me down. “Food of any sort would do. You’ve definitely worked up an appetite in me too, Tabitha.”
I start to gather my clothes. Just as I expect, there’s twigs and dirt on all of them. Fox is trying to get some of the dirt off his jeans, but me? I’m just glad nothing got in my panties.
“You think anyone will have any idea why we’re so roughed up and dirty?” I say, pulling my dress back on and making sure that my bra was set right. “Maybe we need to come up with a snappy excuse. May I suggest we’re involved in a bare knuckle boxing league with the local lumberjacks?”
Fox chuckles. “Ah yeah, that boxing league that Bear tells me he does all the time, and totally exists.”
“Good thinking, mention him, it’ll sell our story more.”
He shakes his head in bemusement.
I’m going to enjoy spending a whole lot of time with this man.
Whether it be a few months, a few years, or, well, the rest of my life.
Yeah, if it was the rest of my life, that’d just be just too good to be true.