Chapter Twenty One: Sunset Ranch — Part 5

In all matters except love, Daria tends to yield to Jynx. Jynx has a more powerful personality, at least until she hears the snap of cloth and feels Daria slip in close. Daria pulls her panties down to her ankles in a fluid, aggressive motion, looking up to Jynx catching a glimpse of wha the panties had until recently concealed. Jynx starts sitting down even as Daria is working to get the panties past her boots and out of the way. The panties aren’t the only article of clothing Daria wants moved. The shadow of trees shields them from the sun, and in moments Daria has Jynx out of her shirt and bra, and her skirt is laying over the plates and silverware. Jynx is shoved roughly onto her back and Daria is on top of her, her jeans still buttoned, but her shirt mysteriously absent. She graps Jynx by the wrists and pushes her arms over Jynx’s head, pushes them into the blanket until they hurt, until Jynx yelps, and then Daria kisses Jynx roughly, biting the other girl’s full lips before working her way down to the navel in little nibbles that cause Jynx to moan.

Jynx is lost in scent and sensation and Daria’ fingers find their way into the darkest of places. Daria is careful and steady, working first two, and then three fingers deep into Jynx, finding an already engorged heat waiting to brush against their well-trimmed tips. Her other hand rubs against the cleft set lower, causing Jynx to close her eyes and surrender. Jynx doesn’t know why or how, but in less than a few minutes, she is letting out a long, desperate exclamation that is neither moan nor scream, but a little of both. She looks down through a haze of contentment, she sees past her own breasts, past her belly button and the hair beneath it to the at once vapid, and then teasing eyes of the woman who would be her mistress. Daria licks her one more time, pulling fingers and thumb from their places within Jynx.

Daria is wiping her hands with a wet napkin that smells like lemon and isopropyl, but her eyes never lose Jynx, who feels as if she’s been drugged. Her legs are numb, her mind is racing, and her heart is pounding so hard that she can feel it in her ears. But Daria’s needs, quite obviously, are far from sated. She kisses Jynx, and Jynx can taste herself on the other girl’s lips. It isn’t entirely unpleasant, but it isn’t the taste she’s craving, and Daria knows it. This is a tease, like everything Daria does between the sheets.

“You’re not done with me, are you?” Jynx whispers.

“You have it all wrong, love. You are not done with me.” Daria says, unbuttoning her jeans. “I will tell you when you are done.”

The moment becomes one of careful passion as Jynx finds herself emotionally shaken. She doesn’t know why, but something about Daria’s aggressiveness in bed always scares her a bit. It isn’t the fear of being forced or coerced, but of being devoured. Daria smiles gently, letting Jynx help her pull her jeans down around boots that are awkwardly kicked off. With an unconsidered toss, Daria’s black cotton panties fall on top of the red pair lost previously, and Daria’s knee is braced against the ground, planted roughly in Jynx’s crotch. Every time she leans forward, the pressure of her upper leg sends spasms deep into Jynx.

Daria’s other leg is set out wide, and Jynx is pulled into a sitting position so that Daria can push Jynx’s fingers deep into her. Daria’s a little bigger than Jynx, or perhaps she’s just more relaxed. Jynx also has smaller hands and fingers. Totally because of Daria, Jynx finds her hand deeply set. palm up, and perpendicular to Daria’s belly, with three fingers buried to the lowest knuckles. Daria starts working against Jynx in a brutal rhythm that causes her pinky to flatten itself over, causes her hand to ache. Daria doesn’t stop until she starts to shake. She forces herself from the fingers of her lover, and leans forward until her knees are resting on either side of of Jynx’s head. Though it is only for a couple of minutes, Jynx tastes and smell the wetness and fullness that she has been craving, the quintessential force of sensation that is Daria aroused.

Daria moans a little, but has plans, apparently on finishing in a different way, and pulls Jynx close to her so their legs can scissor tightly: So that the wetness of both, now brought to the surface, can commingle at the point of pressure and intersection. Jynx is surprised to find herself coming again, though it is Daria that is screaming in rising, powerful finality. The two hold each other tightly, shaking and kissing, thinking as one for as long as the explosion of lust and contentment clouds their mind. A cool breeze intrudes, sending prickles across their skin. The need to dress against the chill restores to them a distanced sense of self, and the two start thinking forward, quiet now, getting wine and food, eating in a stupor of tingling release and relaxed conversation.

Clouds are building, somewhere, Jynx can smell them. But she knows there is time to eat and drink before they pack things down and undress for the rain.

It is while the two are washing the sweat from their bodies, standing on rocks while shivering in the slow drizzle so as not to muddy their feet, that Daria starts talking about Kevin and ChoCho, probing for loopholes in the rules of engagement in regards to sex. Behind her, her clothes are in a plastic bag, wrapped against the rain. It feels good to get the sticky sweat of sex off of her body, even though it had been so much fun building that sweat up in the first place. Daria takes more time than she needs to rubbing the damp out from between her legs. Though she’s started talking about Kevin’s crush on ChoCho, her thoughts seem to be off the topic of the soreness she has brought on herself. It is apparent her actions aren’t causing her the kind of pleasure that might interrupt her, might cause her pause. Jynx has been waiting for this, she knows Daria’s tastes, her desire for many lovers but Jynx is thinking only of ChoCho’s needs as rain patters down onto her head, streaming down her back and legs.

“You think Kevin and ChoCho will get close like this?” Daria asks. “Kevin really likes him, you know.”

“I think ChoCho’s got bridges to cross before that can happen.” Jynx says.

“Boy has issues, does he?” Daria sounds somewhat alluring. “You know, there’s nothing like a couple of warm feminine types like us to help a young man get past the homophobia, help him open his flower to the gentler sex.”

Jynx shivers, less from the rain this time. “He can’t handle your kind of love, Daria. He might never be able to.” Daria looks momentarily hurt, but Jynx knows it won’t last. “Listen, I don’t want you trying to get in my boy, and I won’t get into yours. It has to be that way.” Jynx says. “Can you respect me on this?”

“You have secrets.” Daria says, her tone suddenly dark, almost hateful.

“No, sweet one, ChoCho has secrets. My knowing them doesn’t give me the right to tell them.”

Daria is trying to digest this, so Jynx waits, making her own effort to find the next combination of words. It is this side of Daria that Jynx dislikes, this dark, controlling, childish, fearful creature who equates sex with acceptance, and denial with betrayal. She’s a consuming flame of desire one minute, open to all kinds of sexuality and sensuality, and at the same time inflexible and jealous in regards to love. Daria is building some kind of love for ChoCho, and Jynx is fine with that. But Jynx isn’t about to let Daria play her rough games with ChoCho’s body, or his heart.

Jynx makes her tone stern. “I don’t want you fucking ChoCho. I won’t fuck Kevin. We need to keep our hands to our own boys.”

Daria smiles, her mind testing the limits. “What if he needs a kiss?” she asks.

Jynx bites her lip, she knows Daria has kissed ChoCho before, and the kiss didn’t bother her then. “Just keep the kisses to the face and neck, and your hands on his shoulders and back. He had better need it more than you do.”

“So she can compromise on this.” Daria says quietly, her tone testing, manipulative.

“He’s fragile, Daria. You understand? Really fragile.” Jynx says.

Daria thinks about this. “I think I get it now.” Her tone has shifted entirely, as she knows now that this isn’t Jynx being possessive, that this denial is not a product of jealously. “I won’t hurt him, then. I’ll do what you say. I promise. Okay?”

Jynx doesn’t reply, though she knows that Daria is being honest. She waits for the rain to stop, and the two dry each other off with the towels in Daria’s pack. Once she has settled back into her clothes, both mount the horse and start the slow and easy ride home. Daria understands now. Jynx knows it. She keeps her head on Daria’s shoulder as they ride, enjoying the sudden warm wind coming up from behind them.

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