Commitment

Rider

3. Commitment

Nyss

Nyss used the small restroom at the trailhead to change into tee shirt and shorts. After Hannah had done the same, they locked their riding gear into the bike's storage and collected bottled water. Hannah had brought them to a park that was a wildlife refuge with multiple trails and secluded viewing areas.

"How far do you want to walk?" asked Hannah.

"At least a couple of miles," Nyss replied. "I'm getting out of shape."

"I like your shape," said Hannah. "You work out a lot?"

"Twice a week at the gym," said Nyss. "Softball practice and games at school."

"For God's sake don't let Krys know you play softball," said Hannah. "She'll have you on the church team before you finish the sentence."

"I'm not planning to join the church," Nyss objected. "And I'll be leaving in a couple of months."

"Doesn't matter. She'll find a way to recruit you while you're here," Hannah said, taking her hand.

The softball team was responsible for two of Nyss's girlfriends and all four of her one-night stands. Nyss thought it better not to share that information.

The parking lot had been half full, but Hannah said that the longer trails were rarely used. A few hundred yards from the parking lot there were no human sounds, just insect buzzes and birdsong, and the whispering of the breeze through leaves. The breeze was keeping the air pleasantly cool.

When the trail narrowed, Hannah released her hand. Nyss followed closely enough for easy conversation. They came to a bench at an overlook, and sat together. It didn't take long for temptation to overcome them, and the scenery below the overlook was forgotten as their lips met.

Hannah eventually called a halt as Nyss's hands roamed under her tank top. "This is too public," she whispered. "Even if there's no one else around."

They continued around the trail. A dry creek disappeared behind a thicket of dark green bushes. A slightly less dense patch of bushes looked like it might at one time have been used as a path. Hannah ducked and pushed her way through, Nyss in tow. Branches raked at Nyss as she fought to stay with her friend. At one point a long branch snagged on Hannah's tank top strap, and as she turned to free it, the branch snapped back and hit Nyss across the face.

"That wasn't funny!" Nyss said, rubbing her nose, as Hannah laughed at her.

"It was... it was a little bit funny," said Hannah, holding her finger and thumb a quarter inch apart. "Sorry about letting it go, but the way you tried to jump out of the way was funny."

"Just watch for poison ivy," Nyss grumped. "And snakes. Why are we coming this way anyway?"

"It looked like the other side of the creek is open to the drop," Hannah stated, "and it should be completely hidden from the path."

So it proved, although it took several minutes for them to find a patch of ground not covered with rocks and branches. No snakes or toxic plants had leaped out at them. Nyss sat, her back against a tree, her legs stretched out before her. When moved to sit beside her, Nyss stopped her.

"Sit in my lap," she said. "No point in both of us suffering from the hard ground."

"It's noble of you to sacrifice your butt," Hannah said.

"You know I'll put up with a lot to have a pretty girl in my lap," Nyss said, as Hannah lowered herself into her lap. She winced. "But... this isn't really working. My tailbone hurts. Maybe you could just sit between my legs and lean back?"

Hannah slid down to the dirt as Nyss parted her legs, then leaned against Nyss's chest.

Nyss wrapped her arms around Hannah. "Did you talk to Krys?"

"Yeah," Hannah replied. "I managed to get through the entire conversation without breaking down. She's going to call the shelter tomorrow."

"And the old lady?"

"We haven't scheduled taking her pet's ashes to her," Hannah said. "Krys is going to offer to do that. If anyone can persuade her to take on another cat, Krys can."

"I'm glad. Sorry to bring it up," Nyss said. "I know it's still raw."

"I'm doing okay," Hannah said. "I'm really thankful to you for helping me through Thursday night." She turned and gave Nyss's nose a quick kiss before leaning back against her. "I can handle the work. There may be difficult days, but I can do it."

Nyss slipped her fingers under the hem of Hannah's tank and caressed her belly with her thumbs. "I'm glad. I think you're going to be good at the work. How long have you been an assistant?"

"Four years now, while I was an undergrad," Hannah said. "And I'll be doing four more until I get my DVM."

"Jeez, and I thought my six total was tough," Nyss said. "I'm down to the last year, though."

"What are you going to do when you graduate?"

"Teach high school," Nyss said. "That's the goal."

"God, high school? Don't you remember

being

a high-schooler?" Hannah said. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to find one of those snakes that bug you and let it bite you? It would be less painful. And over much more quickly."

"You weren't a fan of your high school days?"

"Not even a little," Hannah said. "I guess neither of us has chosen an easy path."

Nyss kissed the base of her friend's neck. "I hope I can find the strength you have when I need it."

"Mmm, do that again," said Hannah. "It felt good."

"This?" she leaned forward and kissed Hannah's neck again. Hannah raised her hand, reaching behind her to run her fingers through Nyss's hair. "Yeah, that."

Nyss kissed her way up and down the girl's neck, and out over her shoulder. "Shall I pretend you've painted it with marshmallow guts?"

Hannah snorted. "Marshmallow... guts?"

She moved to the other side, kissing inward along Hannah's shoulder toward her neck. "Freshly

kiss

slaughtered

kiss

marshmallow

kiss

chicks

kiss

with

kiss

pulverized

kiss

cocoa beans." Her lips had reached Hannah's ear. She growled softly, feeling the girl shiver. "It's okay, though, they're farm-raised mallows. Not an endangered species.

Hannah shuffled back against Nyss. Her breathing seemed heavier. "You're crazy," she said.

Nyss took Hannah's earlobe between her lips and rolled it around, tonguing the tip. "Tell me you haven't eaten marshmallow bird corpses at easter. Whole birds! That's so much worse than marshmallow chick guts." She interspersed her words with kisses against Hannah's skin. "Pink, and blue, and yellow..."

"Peeps?" Hannah chortled. "You really are nuts."

"No nuts," Nyss said, "just cocoa beans."

Hannah reached back again, lightly tugging Nyss's hair. "If murdering poor defenseless marshmallows is so important to you, yeah," she said, running her finger over her neck. "There are marshmallow guts here."

Nyss kissed the base of Hannah's neck again, slowing the movement. She sucked lightly and used her lips and tongue. The girl's belly flexed and tensed below her fingers as she caressed the skin under her tank. Nyss moved her fingers higher, drawing them around in circles as she moved her lips below Hannah's chin. That was as far as she could reach from behind,

Hannah turned her face so that her cheek touched Nyss's nose. When Nyss raised her head, Hannah's lips touched her mouth, then parted. Nyss met her lips with her own, and the kiss rapidly became searing, Hannah twisting and turning her neck to find the best angle, penetrating Nyss with her tongue as she sought to deepen the connection.

Breaking the kiss, Hannah leaned back against Nyss, her face against Nyss's breast. Her breathing was shallow. "God, kissing you is..." She shook her head. Nyss's breast quivered, but Hannah seemed not to notice. Reaching up, she stroked Nyss's lips. "It does something to me."

"To me, too," Nyss admitted. She nosed Hannah's face until it turned towards her, then captured her mouth again. Hannah moaned, the sound coming from deep in her throat, spurring Nyss's own excitement. Nyss drew her fingers higher over the girl's smooth, firm belly.

Hannah gasped as Nyss's fingers found her breasts, circling over them. She wasn't wearing her bandeau, so for the first time, Nyss's fingers encountered bare skin. She lightly caressed the small but distinct mounds, finding the flesh resilient and delightful to touch. Her nipples were narrow, and Hannah moaned again as Nyss stroked them to hardness.

She cupped Hannah's breasts for a minute longer before releasing them and trailing her fingers down her body. The girl finally ended the kiss and lay against her, breathing hard.

"Too much?" Nyss asked.

"Maybe," Hannah said, "but God, you make me feel so good."

Nyss chuckled. "I'm glad. You deserve to. Is this okay?" she asked, stroking Hannah's belly.

"Yeah, very," her friend said, relaxing against her. "You promised to let me touch you like that," she said.

"I'd like it if you want to," Nyss said, "but you might have to move."

"Later?" Hannah said. "I want to kiss you again."

"I want you to," breathed Nyss, leaning forward to meet Hannah's lips.

The kiss was slow, sensuous and intense. Nyss's arousal had grown steadily with Hannah's responses to her touch. She felt Hannah's passion building with each touch, and especially with each kiss. She could sense how new these feelings were to her friend, and she wanted to give her whatever brought her joy.

She drew circles on Hannah's belly, then moved her fingers down, over the front of Hannah's cargo shorts to her legs. Curling her fingers around, she squeezed her friend's thighs, then grazed her inner thighs with the back of her fingers, the touch of her nails making Hannah shiver.

She alternated these touches as the kiss continued, soft sounds occasionally seeming to issue from deep within Hannah's body. After a minute, Hannah raised her knees, allowing Nyss to touch her legs more easily.

Releasing Nyss's lips, Hannah turned her face to rest against Nyss's right breast. She raised her left hand to caress the underside, nuzzling the upper breast with her cheek.

"Hold on," whispered Nyss. Interrupting her caresses of Hannah's thighs, she brought her hands up inside her top. Her sports bra zipped at the front. She quickly tugged the zipper down, then parted the cups. Hannah's body quivered as she returned to nuzzling and toying with Nyss's breast, this time without the resistance of the bra beneath the thin top.

Nyss's fingers returned to Hannah's thighs, stroking upward, deep into her cargo pants. "Is this okay?" she asked.

Hannah seemed more interested in the breast she'd captured. Her fingers circled and closed, cupping Nyss's boob, then lifting it to Hannah's lips. "Yeah, I like it," she murmured, but Nyss wasn't sure if she meant Nyss's touch or her own exploration.

"Kiss me," Nyss said. Hannah turned her face upward, her eyes dark with arousal, her lips parted. She moaned into the kiss, her hand closing firmly around Nyss's breast.

Nyss could feel her friend's body pressing against her, a slow rhythm in her movements. Every few seconds her back rose slightly, increasing the pressure on Nyss's chest. Whenever that happened, her hand grasped Nyss's breast, squeezing hard. Her thighs tensed against Nyss's fingernails.

Nyss moved her hands back to Hannah's belly for a time, feeling the slow motion there, too. Her kiss seemed ever more demanding, and when Nyss stroked her belly, fingernails exploring the waistband of Hannah's cargo pants, she moaned and pressed herself harder to Nyss, compressing her breast in a tight grip.

Nyss unfastened the top button of the cargo pants, sliding her hand into the pants, finding Hannah's boyshorts slick with arousal. She cupped her pussy, squeezing as she slid her hand up and down, the movement aided by the moist underwear. The heel of her hand pressed down on Hannah's firm mound, and she matched Hannah's motions as they grew in strength, sliding her hand up and down against her.

The sounds the girl in her lap made showed her increasing excitement. The movement of her body against Nyss's became more pronounced and faster. Her thighs squeezed together, pressing her ass into Nyss, her back sliding against Nyss's belly. She grew ever more breathless, but didn't break from the kiss, turning her face as she moved to stay connected. Her tongue lashed against Nyss's, her lips soft but demanding.

Hannah gasped into the kiss, then began to pant rapidly. She seemed to be trying to say something. Nyss drew back. "What is it, honey?"

"Don't stop!" Hannah begged. "Please! Don't stop!" She began to cry out with each breath, the pitch of her cries rising. Her hips jerked her pussy against Nyss's grip.

Hannah froze against Nyss, her back arched, her hand locked around Nyss's breast. Then her body spasmed, quaking in climax.

The girl quivered in Nyss's lap for several seconds. Nyss kept her hand in place, gripping her pussy, until she relaxed against Nyss's chest.

"My God," Hannah breathed. "No one has ever done that to me before."

"It wasn't exactly intentional," Nyss said, hoping she sounded contrite.

"You mean my pants accidentally fell open, and you thought your hand was on my knee?" Hannah's tone was acerbic, but her body was relaxed, and though Nyss couldn't see her face clearly, she thought the girl was smiling.

"Well, yeah," Nyss said. "It wasn't an accident. I just got carried away, 'cause you're so beautiful and sexy, and getting you aroused turned me on too. And because I really wanted to make you feel good."

Hannah tugged up her shorts and rebuttoned them, but still lay against Nyss's chest. "Our kisses have never been innocent," she said. "Every time we kiss, I want more, and I

was

the one who tempted you with marshmallow guts the other day. I like being aroused with you. and you did make me feel good."

Nyss grinned. "You were quite loud," she said. "For, you know, future reference."

"No one will hear us here," Hannah said.

Glancing around the dry stream and the thick bushes, Nyss nodded. She'd found Hannah's cries exciting. "And you seemed to like playing with my boob."

Nyss could see Hannah's cheek coloring. "I did," she admitted. "I've noticed them, once or twice."

"I've noticed you noticing." Nyss chuckled. "You know what?" She kissed the top of Hannah's head. "I think you deserve a little something." She eased back from Hannah's body to lift her crop top over her head. then slid the sports bra over her arms. Hannah had turned to see what she was doing. Her eyes became huge as she saw Nyss topless.

"Oh my," she breathed. After a moment, she asked, "May I touch them?"

"Just with your hands," Nyss said. "They're sweaty from the walk. No kissing."

Her friend drew in her breath sharply. Drawing attention to the idea of her mouth on Nyss's breasts had apparently affected her.

Well, maybe she'd like to try that later.

For now, Hannah contented herself with seeing and caressing. "They're very sexy. For being so... big, they're... perky? Is that the word?" She pinched Nyss's wide nipple, seemingly fascinated with the way it grew firm to her touch, the areola swelling as it hardened.

"They're real, if you're wondering," Nyss said.

"I wasn't!" Hannah replied, but her flush and the strength of her denial suggested she was doing just that.

"I wouldn't

choose

to be thirty-six double D," said Nyss, "but I'm not planning to do anything about it. I haven't had back pain or sagging. Yet."

Having pinched both nipples into erection, her efforts making Nyss's clit start to throb, Hannah released her and leaned back against her. Nyss didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. She stroked Hannah's hair, content just to be with her friend.

A few minutes later, she heard voices. They were far enough away to be unclear, and they didn't approach. At least two men were walking by on the trail.

"So much for your screams not carrying," Nyss whispered.

"I didn't scream!" Hannah objected, but her face was flushed.

"You were louder than those hikers," Nyss insisted.

"I was, wasn't I?" Hannah said, looking chagrined. "I guess I'll have to bear that in mind." She glanced at the sun. "We should probably go. We still have to fight our way out of here, and we have the rest of the trail ahead of us."

"True," Nyss said. She slipped her top back on, to a sigh of disappointment from her friend, but rolled up her sports bra, stuffing it into the small shoulder bag with the rest of her bottle of water. Hannah noticed that, and Nyss caught occasional glances at her top as they finished their hike, slightly scratched up from exiting their hideaway.

~~~~~

Hannah

Hannah guided the bike into the driveway at her friends' house. For the first time she really

had

been concerned that she was risking a riding orgasm. Not only had she begun the ride still thrilled from her climax, and the deeply erotic kissing before that, she now knew how incredible were the breasts pressed to her back.

She had tried not to think about her very appealing passenger. She might have been successful for as much as a minute, at times, but fortunately her arousal had stayed at bay.

Erin greeted them. She smiled at her friend. "Are you staying for dinner?" asked Erin. "Faye made chicken curry."

"Sure, that sounds good," Hannah said.

Zoe was creating a drawing on the table, a set of pencils beside her and a very serious expression. She glanced up once, then returned to her work. Without looking up again, she said, "Hello, Auntie Nyssa. Hello, Auntie Hannah."

Hannah smiled at her friends' daughter. "It's just Hannah."

Zoe didn't look up from her work. "You

were

Hannah," she corrected her. "Now you're Auntie Nyssa's girlfriend, you're Auntie Hannah."

Hannah froze. She glanced at Erin, who had turned to Nyss, giving her a small shake of the head, a bewildered look on her face. Nyss seemed as startled as she was. After a moment, Nyss snapped out of her daze and took her hand. "'Auntie Hannah', we should talk," she said, and turned to lead the way to her room.

"Liv will be be

my

girlfriend," added Zoe.

Hannah turned to look at her. Erin, too, seemed surprised by the announcement.

"You're too young to have a girlfriend, Zoe," said Erin, frowning.

"I said she

will be

, Mom," she said, her tone clearly implying the unstated "duh." "When I'm older she will be my girlfriend. When I'm twelve."

Hannah chuckled as Nyss tugged on her hand, drawing her into her room.

"Your niece is a little scary," she said.

"When she's twelve," said Nyss, with a grin. "Poor Liv, whoever she is. She may not have a choice."

"What about the other?" Hannah said. "She thinks we're girlfriends?"

"Who knows?" said Nyss, clearly uneasy. "Erin didn't say anything."

Hannah wanted to ask "About what?" but Nyss seemed to be struggling to find the rght words.

"I, um...well, it might be my fault, though how Zoe picked up on it, I don't know. Like you say, she can be scary." She took a deep breath, and again, Hannah didn't want to interrupt her thoughts.

"I was talking to Faye and Erin last night," Nyss said. She guided Hannah to sit on her bed, then sat down beside her. "I was telling them how much I didn't want to go home. I can't get out of that, of course, without abandoning my program. But Faye suggested I could return after I graduate."

"For the summer again?" Hannah asked. "Won't you need to find a job?"

"Yeah, I will," said Nyss. "But the thing is... she suggested that I could find teaching work here. It would take longer to get state accreditation, but I wouldn't mind getting a temporary job. Maybe I can take some classes in sports this year to get hired on as an assistant coach at a school with a softball team. Faye suggested I could stay with them again until I find a job and get my own place."