Girls of Raspberry and Plum

Chapter 1 - Part 2

"Ahh finally," Marg said as she enjoyed the warmth from the fireplace she was sitting in front of only dressed in her lingerie.

"You're addicted to fire," Amber said as she changed into a delicate robe. "I don't understand why you don't like danger - fire is danger."

"No, fire is home and warmth," Marg argued but paused to watch Amber and her clothes falling to the floor. Her legs were smooth, her skin shiny black in the glow from the fire, and her smile was as warm as the flames of the fire itself.

Amber grabbed a bowl filled to the brim with candy, plums, and raspberries from the table and walked over to sit beside Marg on the carpet by the fire. "Can't it be both then?"

Marg shook her head. "No silly. Fire is good." She reached out for a raspberry and popped it in her mouth.

Amber watched her play with it with her tongue. "And danger can't be good?" she asked as she bit into a big juicy plum.

"I don't think so. How can it? Danger is well... dangerous. It is pain, suffering, death. And it is fear."

Amber was still struggling with the juices from the plum, so she waited with her counter-argument. When she finished the plum, she reached out to Marg, placing her hands on her knee. "Danger is also excitement. It can be thrilling - you can't deny that."

Marg ignored how sticky Amber's fingers were from the juices of the plum - in a moment it wouldn't matter anyway. "I guess I can't." She stopped arguing, as Amber's hand moved up from her knee to her hips.

"Now," Amber said. "We discussed a reward if you caught me back in the forest." Amber started kissing her; from her neck down to her collarbone. "Tell me; what reward do you want?"

Marg was unable to speak. Amber and she had been together for a little more than three years, and she still took away her breath with her seductive speaking. "Whatever you see fit, my dear."

"You might regret that," Amber giggled, and Marg could feel her warm breath against her skin. "But I will give you what I think you want then - perhaps some of that romantic lovemaking in front of the fire?" Amber easily unhooked Marg's bra.

"Please," Marg said, reaching out to Amber, undoing the knot which held her rope together, letting her hands glide over her girlfriend's smooth skin.

"However," Amber said, grabbing Marg's hands, and holding them tightly as she pushed Marg down on the floor. "We also discussed some torture. And I think you owe me some pain." She placed herself on top of Marg after she had quickly and skillfully removed the lingerie from her body - leaving her lying naked on the carpet in front of the wild flames.

Marg moaned, unable to deny that her body was enjoying Amber's actions.

Amber loosened her grip, but her weight still made it difficult for Marg to move. "Now, I will give you what you wish for," she said as she started kissing her again. Her hands moved around her body, touching her chest gently, moving over her nibbles, gently teasing them. Marg reached out for Amber, trying to guide their lips together. Amber let their lips meet but not for long, before she moved on to Marg's neck, down to her breasts, kissing one nibble briefly, before she moved on down to her navel, kissing it, moving on down, before she stopped, teaching her by doing so. "I would like you to consider something."

"Aha," Marg said, only wishing she would quickly continue. Her eyes closed, as she focused on Amber's warm breath, body, gentle touch, and sweet voice.

"I want to go hiking later on."

"Sure," Marg agreed before considering it further. Later on, she would come to the conclusion that it was dangerous – as Amber had anticipated - but at the moment it didn't matter. The woods could be dangerous too, just like the river. And hiking in these woods for someone inexperienced - like Amber - would be dangerous, of that Marg had no doubt. 

"Good," Amber said, smiling. She let her hand move from Marg's stomach down to her hips and the inside of her thighs. Marg smiled; this pleasure was surely better than the excitement danger could provide. Amber continued kissing Marg moving back down. Her lips were soft against Marg and she could feel the familiarity of them. She could match every curve of them with the feeling against her lips. Her tongue was familiar too. It moved gently at first with each stroke sending a shiver through Marg's body.

"I will give you anything," Marg whispered out in the air. Luckily Marg didn't hear her, or she might have taken her up on her offer later.

The flames in the fireplace warmed up their bodies, and they melted into each other. Amber stopped for a moment to kiss Marg on the lips, before letting her hands move up along her thighs, her fingers playing around, and then entering. Marg moaned and the flames reached up towards the top of the fireplace, reaching, further and further, almost too much, too high. Amber smiled at Marg's final moan as her body shivered under her touch. They kissed again, before embracing each other.

Marg grabbed Amber, forcing her to roll around until she sat on top. "My turn now, darling." She smiled, letting her hands explore Amber's body further. "Let's see, what your punishment for being caught should be."

The flames burned on, and the lovely sound and warmth from the fireplace embraced them.