Femslash February 17 - Sand
“It’s happened, Cobb. Time to pay up.”
Molly took a last swig of her beer. “You beat me at one thing, Doyle, and you get bossy.”
Patty leaned in close. “If I remember right, you like it when I’m bossy.”
Molly rolled her eyes and looked at the makeshift camp NASA set up in the desert. She and Patty were far ahead of the other women but they’d have to ditch the guys hovering around them like they were going to pass out or spontaneously combust or have their ovaries burst out of their bodies. “C’mon,” Molly took Patty’s arm and pulled her toward the rock outcropping.
“Cobb and Doyle, where do you think you’re going?”
“We gotta piss, Deke! You wanna watch?” Molly called back.
Deke shook his head and looked into his binoculars in the other direction like some worried mother hen. Molly pulled Patty into a crevice and pushed her against the rock, kissing her fiercely, biting at her lips. She worked the zipper down Patty’s jumpsuit and Patty pulled away. “We’re doing this here?”
“You were the one who told me to pay up.”
Patty frowned. “Last time we did this in a desert we got sand in unpleasant places.”
“That’s the chance you’ll have to take,” Molly said as she pushed her hand under Patty’s t-shirt and kneaded her breast. “Besides that was a much more sandy desert.” She placed a bite on the skin near Patty’s left ear, a spot she knew would make Patty’s hips surge against her thigh.
“Fine, but make it quick. I don’t want Deke to send the cavalry.”
Molly smirked and moved her hand between Patty’s thighs and rubbed. Patty surged against her hand and rode both it and her thigh. Molly increased the pressure and as Patty’s breathing and movements sped up, she took her free hand in pinched one of her nipples. Patty’s head fell forward and she bit into Molly’s shoulder to stifle a cry.
Molly removed her hand and wiped it against her leg. “C’mon Doyle, let’s go get another beer.” She walked back toward the tent, Patty following on slightly wobbly legs.