Carson's Creed

14

MADISON GAVE Carson directions on where to drive. Carson had offered to punch in the address on the GPS, but seemingly, Madison wasn't exactly sure where they were heading either, "as much as I trust your judgement, we aren't going to your apartment, are we?" Carson asked.

Madison placed her hand on Carson's thigh, "where do you think I'm taking you then?" Madison's voice was just above a whisper, as she leaned her lips against Carson's ear, her breath causing goosebumps to form on the woman's skin.

"I... uh... I'm not sure," Carson gulped, as she continued to drive along the long path that seemed to lead to nowhere. Where was Madison taking her? Tall trees surrounded their path, and Carson heard the stridulating of crickets, and croaking of frogs.

"It's one of my favourite places in the world. I used to come here all the time," Madison placed a kiss on Carson's cheek, and directed her where to turn. Carson inhaled a deep breath. Seemingly, Madison had taken other women to that particular place before. Somehow, Carson didn't feel as special as she'd like to.

"I'm guessing that you brought lots of girls here," Carson parked under a tall tree as instructed, and when she looked up into the starry sky, she realized why Madison was fond of the place. It was quite a beautiful sight. The millions of stars illuminated brightly in the darkness, and the loud crackles of nature were oddly very settling. Trees swayed as the wind passed through their branches and leaves. The sounds of stridulating and croaking continued, but not in an annoying way. It was like an indistinct, background melody.

"No. This is my quiet place. I come here to think, or to relax... it's like my safe haven," Madison said.

"Then why did you bring me?"

Madison unbuckled her seatbelt, and shifted her body to face Carson's. She tucked her legs beneath her bottom, and stretched her hands out for Carson to take. Carson placed her hands in Madison's with a questioning look on her face, "you're special. Only special girls get to see my special place."

Carson smiled. She didn't know that she could feel so tingly on the inside. It was like she was in high school all over again, and the boy who she was crushing on had asked her to prom. But Madison definitely wasn't Harris Mane. Harris Mane turned out to be an asshole who only wanted to take her virginity. As for Madison, she seemed to only have sincere thoughts in mind. At least Carson could hope. But she trusted Madison, even though they hadn't known each other for a long time. Something about Madison was so unwillingly trustworthy. Maybe, it was her soft, brown eyes, or the curve of her sweet, kissable lips. Carson was drawn to Madison in ways she'd forced herself to be drawn to men. Her attraction to Madison was as natural as it could be. As much as she'd tried to suppress feelings of wanting a woman in her bed, and into her untouched heart, she just couldn't shake those feelings.

"I'm certainly not a girl," Carson mentioned.

Madison ran the tips of her fingers over Carson's cheek. Her skin was soft to touch, but firm and graced with maturity. Carson's high cheekbones would make any other woman envious. And those eyes were almost too dull, yet enchanting. Carson's features held a strange mystery, which was quite sexy, to Madison at least, "yes, you certainly aren't," Madison whispered, as she leaned closer, her breath fanning against Carson's cheek. Carson had never kissed a woman—not ever. She'd never even experimented in college, why would she? She'd thought that she was straight for most of her life. Never had she doubted it, or questioned the fact. But as she looked into those brown eyes, she could definitely say that she was attracted to Madison Pierce.

It was one thing to watch lesbian porn, and become turned on, but looking into a beautiful woman's eyes, and feeling longing tugging on the strings of her heart... well, it was different. She'd never wanted to kiss soft, pink lips before, or run her fingers over a smooth cheek. Carson had caressed the prickle of a shaven beard all her life. She'd kissed cold lips that were rough and sloppy. She'd never found herself imagining a woman's lips pressed against hers, which was quite strange as she sat in the driver's seat of her car, wanting to kiss the daylights out of Madison Pierce.