Stargazing - Complete Novella

Sure enough, a dozen steps or so later, Jess pointed out the tree she'd described silhouetted against the light of the stars. I felt my jaw drop a little bit. "No way," I breathed, as the branch Jess predicted loomed a foot in front of my face. "Is this how you've dodged us around all the other stuff? With landmarks you've memorized?"

"Like I told you, I know my way around the camp pretty well."

"Okay, maybe you are a little bit of an understating showoff!" I playfully squeezed her to my side. "Keep doing it. What's next?"

"Next is a big open gap in the trees on the right. That means we need to move to the left on the path or we'll trip into a stream."

Her prescient tour guiding continued without missing a beat. She was uncannily accurate, guiding us around obstacles hidden in the darkness I would have walked right into. Seeing it all through her eyes was amazing. Jess was like an artist painting on a black canvas, showing me color by describing everything around us. She drew my attention to beautiful details I would have glanced past without really seeing, like the way starlight reflected off a pool from a specific angle, or a line of birches that bent in to form an archway.

The way the trees moved in the wind kept the stars constantly flickering and dancing above us. There was a constant rustling of leaves and chatter of night animals that made the woods feel very alive. It was so much different from daytime. I'd never experienced nature quite like this, like the darkness was a physical presence embracing me, immersing me in the natural heart of it, and it was amazing.

"Who taught you all of this?" I asked.

"Nobody did. Just me and a shit ton of stubbed toes and bruised knees."

"Really?" I said incredulously, trying and failing to imagine her tripping and stumbling around. "But why? I mean, don't get me wrong, this is really cool and I totally understand wanting to do this, but wouldn't it be much easier with a flashlight?"

That earned me an affectionate squeeze. "Maybe, if we wanted to explain what we were doing to our bosses. Trust me, I know from more than a few close calls. It might feel like we're surrounded by walls of trees, but flashlights have an uncanny way of being seen a long way off." Jess was quiet for a few seconds before she continued. "What you said the night we met resonated a lot with me."

"Which part?"

"About how we're surrounded by people every single second of every day here. I used to be really bad at coping with that. Don't get me wrong, I love everybody! But still, it gets exhausting. I guess this has always been my escape. It's nice to just be by myself for a bit."

A warm spot opened up in me. As popular as Jess was, she was just like me! "I would never have guessed."

"I've changed a lot over the years. I guess that's part of why camp feels so important to me, like it's this environment that keeps bringing better parts out of me. Anyway, when I was younger, I used to get super emotionally drained. Like, I was always tired, and no amount of sleep made it go away. It sucked so much, I was always looking forward to coming to camp during the year, and then once I finally got here, I felt like that? Well, one day after an especially dramatic lashing out at a well-meaning friend trying to draw me out of my shell, I kind of snapped. Like, I couldn't stand being smothered by people anymore, so I snuck out. It was like a weight instantly lifted off of me. I suddenly didn't need to put on a face for everybody around me, keep up with conversations, pretend to give a shit what people were gossiping about, or anything at all. I only got like two hours of sleep that night, but he next day, I felt much better and more energized, so I kept on sneaking out."

Jess paused, then gestured up and all around us. "I guess, along the way, I fell in love with all of this. The peacefulness, the sense of freedom..." She pressed close into me, making my heart beat faster, and whispered in my ear, "at night, this camp is a wonderland. You can do anything you want, the only limit is your imagination."

Her nearness and the suddenly erotic slant to her voice certainly was flooding my imagination! The easy way she opened herself up and shared her emotional history with me made me feel special and trusted, but that took a back seat to the impulse to return her flirting.

I slipped my hand out from hers and wrapped it around her waist, letting it linger just above her ass before slipping just under the edge of her hoody to rest on her bare skin underneath. I licked my lips, hoping she could hear that, then whispered back, "what if my imagination spends most of her time in the gutter?"

Jess shivered slightly and let out a soft, purr like sound. "Then we've got something else in common."

It's a good thing she couldn't see my goofy grin. It really had been too long since I'd done this with a queer girl I was into. The sexual part of me, that I'd repressed so much in the name of stifling my attraction to Sarah, set herself free and reveled in feeling accepted by Jess.

The last steep stretch was more of a climb than a walk, and Jess needed to micromanage us closely. I got lost trying to keep up with all the twists, turns and visual cues Jess pointed out to navigate by. We went slow, but I was still out of breath by the time we made it to the top.

Jess didn't give me any warning. She just gave me a little push, and suddenly all the trees around me vanished. I stumbled out onto the open rock summit and found myself surrounded by light. I've seen stars before, but I'd never felt so immersed in them. It felt like I was in the middle of a snow globe with them floating all around me. They weren't just pinpricks, after the long walk through the dark trees, they all seemed like individual lamps shining down on me.

I slowly turned, gazing up in wonder as the sky spun around me.

"Worth the trip up?" Jess asked. Even with no moon out, the stars were bright enough in the clearing to see her perfectly. She was watching my reaction with her head cocked slightly to one side, playfully spinning her hair between her fingers.

I had no idea what to say, so I just nodded dumbly and looked up again. Jess laughed. "I'll take that as a yes," she said. Her arm snaked around me again. "You should see your face. You look like you're having a good dream."

"This whole thing feels like a dream," I murmured, letting myself lean back into her again.

"Lay back." I followed her lead, expecting to find hard rock, but instead feeling a soft blanket. "I brought it up this afternoon," Jess said to my sound of surprise.

"You thought of everything. I don't suppose you've also got a picnic basket hidden in your pocket."

"Nope, sorry," she laughed. We'd been physically close all night, but there had been some pretense of necessity from her having to guide me. Now, I took a neutral position lying on the blanket with my hands up behind my head for a pillow, feeling a little nervous now we'd gotten here and unsure how intimate she wanted to be. Jess didn't hesitate for a second. She settled down by my side and repositioned my arm so she could rest her head on it, our ears lightly touching, her hair tickling my cheek and her body deliberately fitting itself down my side.

"Do you know any constellations?" She asked.

"No. You?"

"Yeah." She raised the arm awkwardly trapped between us and traced connections between the stars, drawing out The Big Dipper and then bringing in the stars around it to form great bear Ursa Major. Leo, Virgo, Scorpius, Draco and Cassiopeia followed one after the other.

Some definitely looked more complete than others. Others were kind of bullshit. How, for example, the ancient Greeks figured those five stars looked like the vain queen Cassiopeia, or that long string of stars together looked like a scorpion, is a mystery to me. We guessed they were probably high on something when they were making all this up.

I'm not sure how long we lay there talking about stars and long dead Greeks and whatever else. Slowly, my attention shifted from the infinite sky to watching her face as she spoke. The way her lips moved was captivating. So full, feminine and sexy... Jess had taken the lead in everything so far, and I'd been happy to let her. But now I wanted more. I wanted to be the daring girl Jess seemed to think I was, and dive into what we both wanted. Dive into those lips that were calling out to me.

As though sensing my thoughts, Jess let her arm fall from outlining Hercules and turned to face me. Our eyes met and she smiled wide, her lips turning up at the edges, her expression seeming to ask, 'so what are you going to do now?'

I turned onto my side, slightly over Jess, and slowly leaned down towards her, loving the way her eyes got wider and wider with excitement the closer I came. Some hair had fallen in the way, and I let my fingertips linger on her cheek as I brushed it aside.

"I want to kiss you," I said, half asking her permission, half to get to see her reaction, which was adorable. Okay, maybe I could kind of get why she liked making me blush.

"Please do."

We were slow and a little uncertain at first, tentatively probing, our lips meeting and parting very slightly before pulling away. It wasn't much, but it sent a jolt through me! My heart raced and blood pounded through my veins, spreading heat through me. Tingling warmth concentrated between my legs, sending my lust for more into overdrive. Jess giggled like a schoolgirl, her breath hitting my now-damp lips, her arm hugging around me pulling me close. Still, she waited for me to move in on her again.

If she liked me taking the lead, I was happy to keep going!

When our lips met again, I pressed into her, splitting her mouth open and slipping my tongue inside. She was hot, scorchingly hot, drawing me in and welcoming me with an erotic sigh. Her whole body seemed to tremble against mine and she pressed against the back of my head, half petting my hair and half pulling me forward. It felt unbelievably good to be so wanted by her. Our tongues met and coiled together, spinning between our mouths, dancing over one another again and again.

The harder we kissed, the more we turned each other on. The more turned on we became, the more intensely we made out. The cycle fed on itself and escalated. Jess caressed my face and hair, stoking my horny desire for her into a blaze. I pawed at her sweatshirt, rubbing her side and slowly making my way up to her chest. The closer I got, the more frantically her tongue battled mine, making it very fun to tease around the edges of her breasts and drive her crazy.

It drove me crazy too. My fingers itched to fondle her, the tingles in my core intensified and my pussy started calling out for urgent attention. Around and around, tracing the outlines of her breasts against the fabric, teasing us both with a little nudge here and a playful flick there. Finally, I couldn't resist anymore, and I cupped her boobs firmly all at once. They felt wonderfully full, even through her layers of clothes, yielding softly to my touch as I massaged them. Jess immediately broke the kiss and took in a deep, shuddering breath of air, puffing her chest out and pressing herself firmly into me.

"Fuck, you're a good kisser," she said between pants. "I wish I could take all this off, but I'd need a blood transfusion from mosquito bites in five minutes."

"Don't worry about it," I lightly pressured the centers of her breasts where her nipples must have been, making her gasp. At the same time, I leaned right into her ear and whispered, "It just means I get to have more fun teasing you." My tongue darted out and quickly licked her earlobe, which is something that makes me fall to pieces, and apparently had a similar effect on Jess! She shrieked and laughed like she'd been tickled, making insincere protests and trying to spin the situation and get at my weak spots. We rolled around, her playfully trying to flee, me relentless in my pursuit, loving every breathy gasp and high pitched squeal I forced from her.

Jess rolled on top of me and went after my neck, planting kisses up and down and lightly sucking, making my eyes roll back and my blood boil.

Then I managed to get back on top of her, quickly pressing my lips to hers and kissing deep. She struggled for just a second more, then gave in and kissed me back. We went at it slowly, passionately, deeply intimately, connecting ourselves at the mouth and everywhere else. My body on top of hers, feeling her chest expand against mine with every breath -- her hands roaming all over me, rubbing my back, squeezing my ass, teasing along my thighs -- her legs spread between mine, her hips slightly rocking up to meet me as I rocked myself against her.

I kept thinking I couldn't possibly get any more horny for her, but then another heartbeat would pass and I'd feel another brush of her tongue against mine, her chest would expand in sync with my breathing and her pelvis would hump against my sopping wet pussy. I wanted it to go on forever, but I also wanted more. My body needed even more of her.

I pulled back just far enough to see her eyes blazing with arousal in the starlight. "You're so sexy," I breathed. I made a show of bringing my fingers up to my mouth and getting them wet. "You make me so horny, I wanna fuck you so bad."

"Oh yes please! Damn, that's hot," she said, eyes glued to my fingers. "But there's no need for spit. You've already given me an ocean down there."

I couldn't help but smile as she grabbed my hand and practically dragged it between her legs. I teased very lightly over top of her pants and was rewarded by an adorable moan and her hips thrusting forward. "How do you like it?"

"Penetration is good, but not a lot of fingers at once," she gasped. "And please be gentle with my clit."

"Mmm, a sensitive girl, eh? No wonder you're so cute when you're being teased."

Jess wasn't exaggerating, she really was sopping wet. Slipping my hand into her panties felt like entering a furnace.

"You feel what you've done to me?" She sighed.

"You've not left me any dryer." I lightly stroked between her lips, watching her face closely for reactions. "Tell me what feels good."

This time, she grabbed my breast. "Do little circles over my clit, like this," she demonstrated pressing my nipple in wide fast circles. It felt surprisingly good, even through my own layers.

I sighed happily, and quickly stopped to unhook my bra, guiding her up under my top. "Keep showing me."

I've never thought I had very sensitive breasts, but when Jess finally touched my bare nipple, I felt pure ecstasy. I started in on her clit at the same time, loving the way her silky wetness felt, but Jess pressed down harder on my chest.

"Okay, I'm not that sensitive!" She chuckled. "More, and up a little higher."

"Oh, sorry." I pressured a little harder, then harder again as Jess coached me to until I pressed down on her rapidly hardening clit with more than a little muscle. "What do you mean, be gentle with your clit?" I laughed. "I'm practically mauling you!"

"If that's what you think, your clit must be the most delicate thing in the world!"

"Circles like this?" I went wide around her, then narrowed to focus mostly on her center. "Or this?"

"The first one. Oh, just like that," Jess purred. It was obvious when I got the motion right, Jess's entire body responded. Her legs stretched open even wider, her abs tensed, her breath caught, and pleasure blossomed across her face. She was beautiful, bathed in starlight, wearing the tapestry of her pleasure for me to enjoy.

It was like her expressions were hard-wired to her clit. As I circled around it, reveling in the erotic feelings it filled me with, her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a little 'oh' shape. She pressed harder on my nipple and I reciprocated, pressuring her a little more while trying to keep the same rhythm.

There was so much going on, it was difficult to juggle everything! Between all the feelings rocketing around inside me -- Jess's presence on my boob, watching her face do beautiful things and working my fingers on her pussy -- my attention was being pulled in a lot of directions! So, when Jess suddenly pulled me in tightly for another kiss, it was all I could do to not get overloaded. It was all so sexy and stimulating, I kind of gave up on trying to think and just let it all wash over me.

Jess was in an even worse state than me. She made incoherent noises between kisses, like she couldn't decide if she wanted to moan or suck my tongue. She kept cycling between them until she ripped her pants down to give me more room, and I finally realized that she was begging me to fuck her. She must have thought I was deliberately teasing her again! Oops.

She was very tight, but I slipped easily inside her, making us both moan into each other's mouths at once. I love finger fucking my partners. I've always felt like it's the most delightfully intimate part of giving pleasure -- being inside my partner's pussy. Like I'm deep within the very core of her femininity. I love how much pleasure I can give her and how viscerally satisfying it feels. There's something about feeling a pussy clench down hard and spew molten hot love juice that tells me I've done a good job fucking her better than anything else.

I went at Jess hard and fast, first with just my middle finger but quickly adding another, rocking in and out of her vagina while keeping my thumb planted over her clit. In and out, building her up, feeling her get even hotter and tighter, seeing her eyes roll back and knowing she was close.

"Cum for me, baby," I breathed in her ear. "I want to feel you cum for me. I want you to cum hard and long and keep on cumming. Cum for m--" Jess locked her lips against mine just as her abs spasmed uncontrollably and her pelvic muscles gripped my fingers like a vice. Hoping she wasn't the type who got super sensitive during an orgasm, I kept my pleasuring assault up as she came, wanting to feel as much of her release as I could.

She came and came and kept on cumming, her tongue going wild in my mouth, turning me on to new heights of desperate hornyness. Her whole body writhed up and down against mine, her abs tensing against mine with each contraction, her breasts heaving into me with each shuddering breath, and her legs locking around mine. My own pussy throbbed, trying to mimic Jess's contractions and live vicariously through her.

Finally, with a long and drawn out "Fuuuuck," Jess flopped back and went limp. She looked so contented it made me grin. With her hair in a mess, saliva all around her mouth, her clothes jumbled and her face in a sloppy grin like that, nobody could mistake her for feeling anything but very thoroughly fucked. I wish I'd had my phone to take a picture.

I settled back next to her, expecting she'd want to cuddle, but she surprised me by springing up and getting on top of me. "Your turn, hot stuff."

In one smooth motion, she had my sweatpants and underwear pulled all the way down to my ankles, my legs spread and her face an inch away from my sex. Seeing her there half eclipsed by my pussy, feeling her breath against my wetness and her weight on my thighs sent me into overdrive. All the blood in my body rushed straight to my clit, and it throbbed and bulged with need, as if it were trying to thrust itself into Jess's mouth.

"Oh my god," Jess laughed. "Somebody's happy to see me!" She met my eyes and slowly stuck out her tongue. I couldn't decide if I wanted to hold my breath or hyperventilate in anticipation, watching her get closer, a millimeter at a time, straining to feel her first touch and go crazy.

She landed right over my vaginal opening at the very bottom of my pussy and slowly licked upwards, pressing her entire tongue hard into me all the way up and over my clit. I swear, just that one lick nearly made me cum. Then, still locking eyes with me, she licked her lips and complimented my tasty pussy juice, and that really nearly made me cum.