Genetic Odyssey

Erin

The next few weeks seemed to fly by. Griffin was settling in well, and I had become accustomed to having him in the house. Truthfully, I didn't know how I had handled living by myself for as long as I had. I mean, sure, he helped around the house. He did all the housework, but more than that, his presence made the house feel like a home in a way that it hadn't in a long time. Instead of being a quiet place where I slept and worked, it had become a cozy, safe space where I was happy to spend my time. The gift that pushy Aunt Sarah had randomly sent to the house was indeed making my life better.

My current project at work had run to its terminal phase, and we were in crunch. My hours were long, and I had taken to sleeping in the room I used as an office. I wasn't sleeping much, maybe three hours a night. Not ideal, but it kind of went with the territory. I had barely even seen Griffy. I pretty much only left the office to shower and use the bathroom. He would press a sandwich into my hand when he caught me in the hall, but that was about it.

I missed him. It was that simple. But there was light at the end of the tunnel, and I was already beginning to think about the post-crunch ritual of sneaking off to my secret camping spot in Idaho. Only this time, I would be taking my new friend with me.

Griffin

I missed Eeby. I knew that was silly, but she was in something she called "crunch" on a project for work, and I had barely seen her in the last two weeks. She spent the days and nights in her office clacking away at her computer; all three monitors covered multicolored lines of code.

Several days later, the telltale noises of work fell silent. I walked down the hallway and tapped at the door to her office.

"Hmm?" Erin replied. I took that as permission to enter and opened the door.

"Hey, how's it going?" I asked, crouching on the floor next to her chair. She sat with her eyes closed and her head resting against the back of her office chair.

"Done," she mumbled.

"Yeah?" I asked gently. She only managed to nod.

"So what now?" I questioned.

"Bed," she muttered, forcing her bloodshot eyes open to look at me.

"Oh, my sweet little Eeby. Let's get you to bed," I comforted.

I consulted my internal clock, and it

was

late. It was just after midnight, and she had been working for the last two weeks with very little rest and even fewer breaks. I slowly rolled the chair away from the desk and noted that the computer was powered off, indicating she was finally finished with her work.

I carefully lifted the little human from the chair, cradling her in my arms, and carrying her to her bedroom. She was already dozing off, so I laid her on one side of the bed before pulling the covers back. I scooped her up again and placed her under them. After tucking her in, I turned to walk away and go to bed.

She mumbled something loud enough for me to hear, stopping me in my tracks. "What was that, Eeby?"

"Stay with me. I missed you," she called a little louder. My heart melted.

"Sure," I replied and turned back to the bed.

She shuffled around in bed, tugging her shirt over her head and slipping her bra off before dropping them all on the floor. I slipped out of my shirt and shorts, put them in the corner hamper and crawled onto the bed until I lay next to her. I squirmed under the covers, and she wiggled back into me. Her panty-clad butt pressed into me as I slipped my arms around her and gave her a gentle squeeze. She made a happy noise, muttered a quiet "goodnight," and drifted off to sleep. I followed her moments later.

Erin

I don't know how long I'd been asleep. The last thing I remember was watching the compiler finish, sending my team the congratulations email, pushing the code to quality assurance, and powering off my workstation. I opened my eyes and saw daylight spilling around my blackout curtains. I guessed I had made it to the bedroom before passing out. I shifted slightly in bed and found my Griffy's arms wrapped around me.

"Morning, Eeby," he rumbled. His voice was deep and husky with sleep.

"Morning Wonder Boy," I wiggled back into him, gently teasing the morning wood and nudging into the top of my butt.

"Finally done?" He asked sweetly.

"Yeah, all done," I answered.

"So now what?" he asked.

"I'm off for a week or so. I usually go camping. I have a secret spot on public land in Idaho," I paused briefly to stretch and roll onto my back. "Wanna come with me?"

"Yeah. From what you've said, I'll like camping," he answered.

"Alright, let me up. We need to pack and go to the store to get you a few things," I said as he opened his arms to let me sit up.

We slowly rose and went our separate ways. I heard him in the kitchen, starting the coffee pot as I entered the shower.

Griffin

A short time later, we sat on the couch, enjoying our coffee. Erin had a notepad on her knees, making a list of the camping equipment that we needed to pack.

"I think you only need a sleeping bag and pad. And a good pair of boots," she explained.

I nodded in reply, "I trust your advice. We also need groceries for the trip."

"Correct. I normally do something simple, like a steak with a vegetable

," she answered.

We spent the next few minutes talking before heading into town. We stopped at the local REI, and I picked out a new pair of Keen boots. Erin chose a sleeping bag and pad for me that matched hers. The next stop was the grocery store. We picked up a four-pack of steaks, a couple of bottles of wine, and some sweet snacks before we got in the car and hurried back to the house.

Erin

"It's not a long drive. If we hurry up and pack, we can get there this afternoon. It should be warm enough to swim this weekend," I explained to Griffin.

"That's awesome. I'm pretty sure I can swim," he chuckled.

"What else can you do?" I teased.

"Oh, I'll show you what I can do," he flirted.

He followed me down to the basement and helped carry the big footlocker of camping gear up the stairs. I took a minute to go through it, ensuring everything was there, then I asked Griff to take the footlocker to the Jeep.

I went into the garage and scooped a deep layer of ice from the deep freezer into the bottom of the cooler. I put in the steaks, one of the wine bottles and a case of water before carrying it into the kitchen.

That should do it

. "Griffy! Can you come put this in the car?"

"Sure thing!" He walked in, lifted the cooler and disappeared again.

I walked down the hall into my room and retrieved my duffel bag from the closet. Hastily, I tossed in a few changes of clothes and my bikini, laced up my hiking boots and carried the backpack to the car.

"Oh, yeah. We have to get you packed, too." I gently patted Griff's chest while making my way to his room. "Hey, get three days' worth of clothes and a swimsuit. I think I have a bag for you," I called as I ran to the basement. Luckily, there was another duffel on the shelf. Rushing back upstairs, I was happy to see he had his clothes out and ready to go when I got to his doorway. He carefully packed, slung the duffel over his shoulder and headed towards the front door.

"Ready?" He called.

I stood in the living room for a second, reviewing a mental checklist of everything we had, then followed him out the door.

We quickly settled into the Jeep and we pulled out of the driveway. I could already feel the bone-deep fatigue of the last two weeks beginning to fall away. I knew that within the next three hours, I would be standing on the shores of my favorite hiding spot in the whole world. Just Griffin and I, in the mountains. No phones, no work, and no distractions.

Griffin

The Jeep stopped at the end of the narrow gravel trail. There was a small stand of trees between us and the water. I walked through them back into the sunlight, and I couldn't help but gasp at the sight. The crystal clear lake was nestled in a pine tree-covered valley with a low mountain on either side. The deep emerald of the surrounding pine forest was a striking contrast to the bare mountainsides. I started slightly as Erin's arm snaked around my waist.

"Gorgeous, isn't it? I've been here more times than I can remember, and it never gets old," she said, her voice hushed.

"Gorgeous doesn't cover it," I whispered, turning to look down at her with a smile.

She stood on her tiptoes and leaned in to peck my lips. "We need to get the tent up and a fire going. It'll be dark soon."

We spent the next hour setting up our campsite. The tent went up in no time, and while Eeby laid out our sleeping bags, I took a minute to gather some wood and knelt by the steel fire ring to start a fire.

Erin

While Griffin worked on the fire, I inflated our pillows and zipped our sleeping bags together. Even in early autumn, it got chilly here at night, and I thought we might as well share warmth. I flopped onto my back and relaxed on top of our tandem sleeping pads.

So comfy.

I just loved this; nothing beats sleeping out in nature. I watched Griffin tending to the fire. He had rolled up the sleeves on his purple and gray flannel shirt, showing off his muscled forearms.

I guess while I was coding, he was doing curls or push-ups or something.

He wore a pair of soft, faded jeans that hugged his butt most deliciously.

My eyebrow arched as a truly wicked thought flitted through my mind. I flipped onto my stomach and reached for my bag. I dug to the bottom, pulled out skimpy red athletic shorts, sat up and zipped the tent shut, not wanting to ruin the surprise. I shimmied out of my jeans and thong and tugged the shorts up over my rounded butt. I took the hem of my t-shirt in my hand and tied a knot in it, snugging it against the flat of my stomach and exposing my navel.

I sat up on my knees, unzipped the tent flap again and furled it to put the flap in the storage loop. I fell onto my back and crossed my ankles, folding my knees comfortably. I watched Griffin poke at the fire slowly building in the shallow pit, completely oblivious to my existence.

I rolled my eyes.

Men and fire...

I cleared my throat, turned onto my stomach, and crossed my arms under my head.

Come on, Griffy, take the bait. I need to blow off some steam by making you blow off something else.

I chuckled at the incredibly corny and horny thoughts running through my head.

I glanced over my shoulder; he was still utterly preoccupied. I coughed aloud a couple of times, finally getting him to look. When his eyes fell on the door to the tent, I pushed my butt into the air a little. I could feel my shorts creeping up and smiled, knowing I was giving the hunky GELF a show.

I heard him stand from the fireside and step towards the tent.

Finally!

I rolled onto my back and looked up at him, letting my eyes play the length of his muscular body.

Gods, was he handsome!

I guess the push-ups had been paying off; his shirt was tight across the chest, and it looked like his shoulders were filling in.

I was a sucker for big shoulders.

He looked down at me with those damned beautiful blue eyes. The corners of his mouth turned up into a devilish smile.

"What are you up to?" He asked, his voice clouded with desire.

"Nothing," I teased coyly. "What are

you

doing?"

"Oh, I don't know," he answered as he ducked and leaned into the tent, falling onto the sleeping bag beside me.

He rotated onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. I watched his eyes scan my body. They paused briefly at my chest, drifted to the soft skin of my stomach and exposed belly button. I reached across the narrow space between us, placed my fingertips in his beard's soft, dark hair, then led him across to me. I gently pulled his lips to mine and kissed him hungrily, and he slid across the sleeping bags to me, stopping halfway to put his hands around my waist. He pulled me towards him, turned onto his back and tugged me on top of him.

Straddling his hips, I ran my fingers through his beard, then let them fall to the buttons of his shirt. He looked up at me with wanton hunger in his crystal blue eyes when I popped the buttons loose agonizingly slow.

"Oh Griffy? I have a question," I whined playfully.

"And what's that?" He purred.

"If I said you couldn't cum, what would happen?" I asked with a wicked glint.

"I wouldn't be able to cum until you let me. I also might die," he winked up at me.

My voice became throaty with the sudden twist of arousal in the pit of my stomach. "Don't cum," I ordered gently.

I didn't have many kinks, but I do love to make a man squirm and beg. But, the few partners I'd had would always break down and pop just when I started having fun. Griffin, on the other hand... I shuddered to think of the possibilities. His shirt fell open, and I ran my fingers up and down the rippling muscles of his chest. The magnificent specimen under me shifted, and his breath hitched in his throat. I could feel his manhood swelling under between my thighs.

"Now, now, Griffy. Don't get too excited," I playfully chastised.

He nodded in reply as he shifted again. He kicked his boots off, and I shuffled down his body a little to unbuckle his belt and pop the buttons of his fly, then moved to sit on his stomach while he wiggled out of his jeans. I reclaimed my place across his hips, feeling the heat of his cock resting against my cloth-covered sex. I teased him by switching my hips over his manhood. He let out a delightful groan and pressed his hips up into me.

I slid off of him and onto the material of our bedding before laying on my side next to him. He looked at me, and I leaned in for a kiss, letting our tongues dance together for a moment. I nipped his lower lip and sat up again. Tracing my hands down his chest, I lightly trailed my fingernails down the sensitive flesh. His body rewarded me with another involuntary shudder and a fresh crop of goosebumps pebbling the flesh of his upper body. I beamed as I made another three or four passes up and down his body before letting my hand drift to his package.

I ran my fingers down either side of the cloth-covered shaft. He twitched against my fingers, bringing a smile to my face. "Having fun? You're being so quiet," I asked.

"Yeah, I'm doing great. Just feels good, and I'm trying not to get too excited," he replied with a strained voice.

"Oh, Griffy. My sweet Griffy. Have fun, get excited, get close! That's what I want. But don't cum. Not until I tell you to. Okay?" I cooed.

"Okay," he replied.

I continued to toy with his cock through his trunk-style underwear, passing my hand down to gently massage his balls before running back up to the swollen head of his penis. Griffin was doing a great job of laying there and having a great time, but I was getting excited. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. He lifted his ass from the sleeping bag, and I pulled the soft purple trunks down his powerful thighs, letting him kick them off as he lay on the soft surface.

His erect cock fell flat against his stomach with a quiet slap. I lay next to him and snuggled against his side, then gently massaged the pulsing shaft in my hand. I released him again, licking my fingers and stroking circles around his frenulum, eliciting a deep moan from my lover. His body shook against mine; this could just about kill a man. I continued to circle the sensitive skin, pushed myself up next to him and planted a series of soft kisses along his collarbone to his neck. He squirmed deliciously under me as I playfully nibbled at his neckline. I clenched my thighs together against the growing tension between them.

His cock throbbed heavily under my touch, and I realized my GELF was having a hard time holding back. "Aww, Griffy. Are you close?" I asked with a teasing lilt. He didn't say anything; all he could manage was a nod. "Good boy, I want you to cum," I ordered.

He moaned, but before he could pop, I took my hand away from his cock, letting it rest against his stomach. He let out a deep groan of pained frustration and looked up at me.

"That felt so good!" He playfully complained.

"I would never leave my Griffy hanging, but its just not quite time yet." I cooed, walking my fingers toward his cock.

His girthy manhood pulsed as my fingers found the sensitive spot just below his head again. I resumed my teasing circles, increasing and decreasing the pressure of my touch. I smiled wickedly as the muscles in his abs tensed and relaxed as waves of blissful agony coursed up through him.

I took my hand away while I moved to a sitting position between his legs. I leaned forward until my mouth hovered mere millimeters above his cock. I felt him squirm as my hot breath played across his sensitive skin. I snaked my tongue out and lapped at this head in long, languid motions that drove a guttural moan from the muscled form under me.

I ran my hand up his Griffin's inner thigh to gently cup his balls, they were drawn up tight against the base of his shaft. If I let him, I knew he would cum within an instant.

"Are you close, Griffy?" I asked in a husky teasing voice.

"Goddess, yes!" he replied, his voice an almost pained whimper.

"Ask nicely," I gently commanded.

"May I please cum, Eeby? Please? It feels so good!" he softly begged, barely able to get the words out.

I sat up between his legs, letting his throbbing manhood rest. "Deep breaths, Griffy. Deep breaths. You're doing so good for me. I'll finish you off soon enough. But I want to cum

with

you. Do you think you could help me with that?"

He lay there for a moment, catching his breath and then without saying a word, he sat up and gently pushed me onto my back. His hands traced down my body, and cool air tickled across my thighs when my shorts were stripped off. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lay down, pulling me on top of him again. He moved his arms, encircling my bare thighs and drawing me up to his face. My knees rested on either side of his head, and he buried his face in my sex, his tongue and lips immediately finding my clit.

I ran my fingers through his hair while he feasted on my quivering pussy. I gasped and moaned as his tongue danced across all my sensitive parts. I had to fight to keep myself from grinding into his face. I let my hips gently flick back and forth, raking the sensitive bundle of nerves across the soft heat of his mouth. In ecstasy, my eyes tightly shut of their own volition. His hands snaked up my sides and held me on top of him.

I felt a suction as he pulled my pearl between his lips and quickly swirled his tongue around it. My spine melted, and my legs relaxed. He held me up like a rag doll; my brain turned to mush and flowed down into my sex. The tables had been turned, and I was in a warm, happy world of pleasure.

An intense tingle built in the pit of my stomach and slowly grew with every stroke of his tongue and every suck of his lips. He pulled me against his mouth and lapped at the sensitive bundle of hooded nerves. I gasped aloud as an orgasm crashed through me. I moaned wordlessly as my insides bucked and fluttered under the delicious assault of his tongue. He held me above his face until the quivering inside me subsided. He gently let me down onto the sleeping bag next to us. I rolled onto my stomach to catch my breath. I lay there momentarily, and Griffin moved next to me. I turned my head and opened one eye.

"Oh, Goddess!" I exclaimed, unable to stop myself.

His cock was rigid, its head dark with blood. I could see his organ pulse as every blood vessel strained against his pale skin. A rush between my thighs forced my knees up under me, and I lifted myself onto all fours, presenting my hungry pussy to my lover.