Gabrielle’s face turned several different shades of red. “No, Xena,” she said, jerking her hand back.
“Yes, Gabrielle,” Xena replied, pushing the hand back. Gabrielle shook her head again. “Good,” Xena urged, putting her hand on top of Gabrielle’s and holding it there, close to Gabrielle’s body. “Good.”
Gabrielle sighed. How could she explain? “Yes, it is good, Xena, but I can’t just…do it in front of you.”
That didn’t go over too well with Xena. She was shaking her head. The weird thing was, Gabrielle got the impression Xena understood exactly what Gabrielle had said. She might understand what Gabrielle had said, but she didn’t understand the reasoning behind it..
Gabrielle jerked her hand from Xena’s, feeling unbelievably uncomfortable. “I just can’t.”
Xena seemed all shook up over this. “Name?” she said to Gabrielle, making a brief gesture in regards to the act she had just performed.
Gabrielle’s face just continued to blush. She had no idea how she had ended up in this
situation and had no idea how to get out of it. What’s more, she was busy chastising herself as to WHY she would
want to get out of it. Her entire lower
half was tattooing a singular message to her…pleasure yourself.
She managed to ignore that for now, though.
Xena was still holding onto her wrist, but had relaxed a little in her urgings. She was studying Gabriele’s face, a look of disbelief on her own. It was as though she was totally aware of what Gabrielle’s body was telling her, and she couldn’t believe Gabrielle would pass up such an opportunity.
Xena drew a deep breath that sounded like a sigh. “Gabrielle, name?” she repeated.
Gabrielle realized what Xena was asking. She wanted to know what this exciting and embarrassing thing was called. Gabrielle knew the term for it, of course, but didn’t know if she had the courage to say it outright.
“It’s uh…pleasuring yourself, Xena…” she finally said. “Touching yourself to bring pleasure to yourself…” she looked at Xena helplessly.
Gabrielle wasn’t surprised to see Xena looking puzzled by this answer. There were too many words they hadn’t covered yet.
Xena sat up on her butt, finally completely pulling her hand away from Gabrielle. Gabrielle watched in amazement when Xena lifted her fingers. She smelled them briefly, then held them out toward Gabrielle.
“Good?” she asked her.
“Do you mean smells good?” Gabrielle asked, not believing that she was. “or are you asking if it’s good for you or not?’
Xena sniffed again, and gave out a little hum. “Mmm…good,” she repeated, positively this time, before drawing her fingers into her mouth and sucked them again.
Gabrielle watched her enviously. Xena was so free with all her other movements, why wouldn’t she be the same with her sexuality? More than likely, if something felt good, she would indulge in it.
Gabrielle felt a breeze blow across her torso and glanced down, realizing that she was only half-covered. She glanced at Xena, who had finished cleaning her fingers, and was now sitting casually, reclining on her out-stretched hands. As was common for her, she looked carefree and relaxed.
Now, Gabrielle had another image seared into her brain. She had spent the last few days stealing glimpses of Xena’s beautiful face and incredible body…artfully exposed beneath her scant fur covering. Now, there was even more to add to the vision. The sight of the pink swollen flesh between Xena’s thighs, the feminine delicate hills and valleys, seemed to be permanently imbedded in Gabrielle’s mind. She had never spent much time examining herself, and although she had a vague idea what she looked like, she hadn’t realized what a lovely configuration the female body held.
Gabrielle involuntarily tightened the muscles between her legs, making her aware she had a lot going on down there as well. A lot of teeming nerve endings that seemed to all center right there. She realized that Xena had touched herself differently than she did. Her finger moved much faster over her center. She spread her legs farther apart too, expoesing more of herself. And if Gabrielle wasn’t mistaken, Xena was using a firmer touch.
“Gabrielle…” Xena spoke a minute later.
Gabrielle broke herself out of her daydream and blinked at her companion. “Yes, Xena?”
Gabrielle was startled by the words that came next from Xena. “Gabrielle…need touch…touch good.”
Gabrielle stared for a minute, letting the surprising words soak in.
Xena was looking at her earnestly and held a hand out toward Gabrielle’s center. “Gabrielle…touch…please…”
Gabrielle head was literally spinning from Xena’s words and actions. It seemed very important to Xena that she touch herself and Gabrielle couldn’t see why. What possible difference could it make to Xena whether or not she did so?
“No…” she replied again, with a shake of her head. “I can’t.”
Xena looked at her morosely for a few minutes, then moved to stand up.
“Where are you going, Xena?” Gabrielle asked, alarmed there was something wrong.
Xena lifted the stick she had used as a crutch yesterday. “Pee…” she said, simply, before hobbling her way outside of the cave.
Gabrielle watched her go, not fighting the urge to watch the sway of Xena’s curvy backside as she moved. After what had transpired this morning, that action seemed to be almost a natural thing.
It didn’t take long to take care of nature’s call, but Xena wasn’t in any hurry to get back to the cave. She had some things to try and think through.
It was a relief to have her leg not hurt so much today, and Xena stretched out on the rock she used to sun herself down by the water. The entrance of the cave was in plain sight, but she couldn’t see inside from where she was.
Xena thought over and over again what had happened that morning. It wasn’t unusual for her to wake up with the urge to do as she had done this morning. And there were very few instances when she didn’t have the freedom to just do it there and then.
Xena knew the consequences if she didn’t take care of the problem. She would be tense the rest of the day, and off-kilter somehow. She would be shaky and cranky and the rest of the day’s activities wouldn’t go well.
Xena suspected that Gabrielle would have similar difficulties if she denied herself, but even more was the fear Xena had that her blonde haired friend might not want to take care of the desire…that there was something wrong with it.
Just sitting there on the cave floor, she had been smelling what had to have been Gabrielle’s own scent. Even though Xena had just felt great pleasure, smelling Gabrielle had caused an even greater desire to rise within her. Just sitting close to Gabrielle had caused a fresh insure of arousal to slip down her thighs. She had been really hoping Gabrielle would take her up on her proposition. When Gabrielle began to touch herself, Xena had planned to touch herself again too. She occasionally felt the need to do it more than once, and today, she had definitely been feeling that need.
But the fact that Gabrielle wouldn’t touch herself left Xena confused and concerned. She hadn’t minded touching herself the first time, with Gabrielle watching, but that was because she was already caught up in what she had started, and there was no way she could stop. Now that the faint thought that there was something wrong with it lingered in her mind, she didn’t know if she could or should do it again. And it was something she didn’t think she could resist doing.
She went over Gabrielle’s reaction again in her mind. There was surprise, maybe shock, and a good bit of pleasure in Gabrielle’s response Definitely pleasure. If she expressed it, Xena couldn’t really figure out why Gabrielle didn’t want to bring the same pleasure to herself.
Gabrielle sat in the cave, holding her head in her hands. “I am such a coward,” she moaned to herself. She lifted her head and stared at Xena’s vacated sleeping fur in front of her.
Picturing Xena sitting there, legs spread as she masturbated without a care in the world, caused the excitement and confusion to skyrocket even higher in Gabrielle.
“She wanted me to touch myself,” she whispered, disbelieving. “She encouraged me to do it, but I was too much of a coward.”
Now Gabrielle was just plain miserable, her body still humming with excess energy. Her crotch was awash in her own secretions, and her nipples throbbed and itched against the material of her bra.
She should have done it. She should have thrown caution to the wind, and done as Xena had wanted. She could have merely slid her hand down her pants, and touched herself to completion. It would have been so easy…and so very nice.
She shook her head. Xena would have never let her get away with that. She had the feeling Xena would have insisted she bared her lower half as Xena had. Xena would want to see it all.
“Okay…that’s enough.”
Gabrielle shook herself from her musings once again, and stood up. Her legs were a little rubbery, but after the last couple of days, she had learned she could keep going even in that condition.
Gabrielle stepped outside the cave and saw Xena still reposed on the rocks. She took a deep breath, then steeped outside the cave.
Xena’s head turned immediately. “Hello Gabrielle,” she said slowly, with a solemn nod.
“Hi, Xena.”
Gabrielle sat down on the rock next to Xena. “How is your leg?” Gabrielle, asked, briefly touching the splint.
“Good,” Xena replied. “Very good.”
“Great.”
Xena stretched her toes. “Xena…go…” she said.
It was often a mystery to figure out what Xena was trying to say, but it was getting easier for Gabrielle.
“You need to go somewhere?” Gabrielle asked.
“Go…” Xena repeated the word and waved her hand in the air, indicating she had no definite direction in mind.
“Oh…you want to walk some,” Gabrielle replied, understanding. She gestured walking with her fingers, and Xena nodded.
“I guess you’d know when your leg is up to it,” Gabrielle mused aloud.
Xena gave her a soft smile, then made her way to her feet. She had the stick in her right hand, and put part of her weight on it, walking a couple of steps.
Gabrielle continued to sit on the rock, not sure whether or not Xena wanted her company. Her questions were answered quickly. Xena stopped, turned, and held out a hand. “Gabrielle,” she said.
Giving a dazzling smile, Gabrielle hopped to her feet and hurried to join Xena, taking her warm hand in her own.
They walked for quite a while, and Gabrielle was soon helplessly lost. She could tell Xena was very much in her element though, and continued to hold her hand as they traveled.
After a while, Gabrielle started to point out the names of some of the things they passed. Xena already knew tree, but soon, words like bird, leaves, grass, flowers, and wolf were added to her vocabulary.
They had walked for about an hour, when Xena said, “Gabrielle, hungry?”
“Hmmm…” Gabrielle considered it for a minute. It seemed as if her eating was way off-schedule.
:”Yes, I’m hungry,” she announced finally.
Xena gave her a half smile, and pointed up a little. Gabrielle followed her gaze, and she saw what Xena was indicating. “Yum…peaches!” she said. High up on the tree, there were indeed a few remaining ripe pieces of fruit.
“How do we get to them?” Gabrielle asked aloud. The tree had a lot of branches but Gabrielle wasn’t tall enough to reach even the lowest branch.
Xena didn’t respond, and Gabrielle watched in amazement as the tall woman leaned her stick against the base of the tree, then reached up and grabbed the lowest branch. Gabrielle stared as the muscles in Xena’s upper arms flexed, and the dark woman was pulling herself up into the tree.
“Be careful”, Gabrielle called, even though she knew it was futile. Xena balanced on her good leg but used her upper body strength to pull herself from branch to branch, scaling the tree rapidly.
Gabrielle squinted and looked up to Xena. She could see that Xena was holding one of the peaches in her hand now. Xena made a dropping motion, and Gabrielle reached toward her.
One by one, Xena dropped the remaining fruit to Gabrielle, who caught all but one. I wasn’t long before there was a pile of eight peaches on the ground at Gabrielle’s feet and the tree was barren.
Gabrielle watched as Xena shimmied back to the ground, once again, relying on her shoulders and her arms to hold her up. Gabrielle lifted her hands to make sure Xena didn’t lose her balance when she came back to the ground. Of course, it wasn’t really necessary.
Xena sat at the base of the tree then, and motioned for Gabrielle to sit next to her. Gabrielle did and Xena handed her one of the succulent fruits.
“Mmm…Thanks…” Gabrielle bit into hers immediately.
Xena followed suit, her eyes thoughtfully watching Gabrielle.
Gabrielle made quick work of her peach first, and with a final “yum”, licked her tongue over her lips.
Xena finished hers up a minute later, and reached for another one. Gabrielle half-expected Xena to hand the peach to her.
Instead, Xena was holding the golden fruit in front of her face, turning it slightly, and studying it. Gabrielle studied it too…not seeing anything amiss.
“Is something wrong, Xena?: Gabrielle asked.
Xena glanced at Gabrielle, then back at the peach. She held it on a pedestal created by the fingertips of her left hand, and now her right hand was coming up to trace along the fruit.
Gabrielle was quickly captivated by the movements. Xena’s fingers were tracing along the velvety cleft that ran along the length of the peach. She rubbed a single finger up and down the velvety indentation, in a smooth firm rhythm.
Gabrielle’s breath caught her throat when she suddenly realized what Xena was doing. Whether it was intentional or by accident, Xena’s motions were highly reminiscent of the finger rubbing along the most feminine parts of a woman. The color brushed up Gabrielle’s skin as she saw how gentle Xena was, and couldn’t help but imagine that touch on her own body.
Xena tore her blue eyes from the fruit and locked them with Gabrielle’s green ones. The expression in them told Gabrielle without a doubt that Xena was now doing this for a specific reason, and it was just possible that the entire trip had been here for the identical reason.
Xena watched the red heat creep up the blonde’s face, recognizing it from several times before. Out of extreme curiosity, she stuck out her tongue, and let it lick along the cleft. Gabrielle’s eyes grew as wide as saucers, and she swallowed hard. Xena half-smiled, not sure what she had accomplished, but liking the expression, none-the-less. She then reached over for another peach. She handed it to Gabrielle as she buried her teeth in the one she had been teasing.
To both women, the second peach tasted twice as good as the first one had.
It took them a lot longer to get back to the cave than it had to travel to the peach tree. Gabrielle noticed they traveled a different way and it was along terrain that was much flatter. It was a longer path though, and they weren’t moving nearly as briskly as they had before.
Xena was still maintaining a pretty good pace on her own, but Gabrielle heard an occasional labored breath escape the dark woman.
It was afternoon by the time they arrived back at the cave. Gabrielle told Xena she was going to wash her clothes while there was still enough sun to dry them.
Xena nodded her understanding, the uttered the strange words, “Xena…sleep…”
“Okay, Xena,” Gabrielle replied, vaguely worried by that.
Xena was exhausted from the rest of her body trying to make up for not using the broken leg. She was asleep within minutes, her body relaxing on her sleep fur.
Gabrielle returned to the cave long enough to retrieve her writing materials, then sat on the roof of the cave, writing in her journal. She wrote until the sun began to disappear beyond the horizon, then gathered up her writing items along with her now dry and sweet-smelling clothes.
Xena had managed to snag a rabbit on the way back to the cave, and she awoke when Gabrielle returned to the cave that evening. Xena cleaned the rabbit in no time, and Gabrielle took it, giving Xena a wink, and promising her a delicious supper.
Using apples, walnuts, and chunks of rabbit, Gabrielle improvised a stir-fried meal. Xena, who wasn’t used to mixing her foods, was intrigued, and ate enthusiastically, that understandable pleased Gabrielle very much.
Gabrielle didn’t even argue that night, about sleeping close to Xena. Xena hadn’t dropped anymore hints about self-pleasure, and Gabrielle hoped she had given up for now. Besides that, she had grown to be very comfortable laying close to Xena during the night.
It didn’t get nearly as cold that night, and Gabrielle noticed that after she had woke up in the heart of darkness. She wasn’t sure what had awakened her so abruptly and completely, but there she was.
She didn’t have to use the bathroom, and the fire was still crackling merrily. She looked over at Xena, who was still sound asleep.
Gabrielle tried to talk herself into going back to sleep, but sleep wasn’t coming very fast. Eventually, she was just starting to nod off when she heard Xena’s low voice.
“Gabrielle…”
It wasn’t a question and it wasn’t a statement…it was more of a…whisper. Green eyes popped wide open.
“I’m here, Xena,” Gabrielle replied, the loudness of her voice startling her.
She propped her head up on her hand, and saw that Xena’s eyes were still closed.
“Mmmm…Gabrielle…”
Gabrielle suddenly became aware of what was happening. Xena was asleep and dreaming. Dreaming about her…
Gabrielle stares at her companion in disbelief. Xena shifted a bit in her sleep, and now was facing Gabrielle dead-on. Gabrielle felt an unbelievable tension in her stomach, when she saw Xena was smiling. The journalist let out a groan of her own, when she heard a soft laugh, almost a giggle, come from Xena.
Xena didn’t talk anymore, but her body continued to speak. Gabrielle could see her firm nipples pushing upward against the fur covering her chest, and after a while, Xena lifted both hands and brushed them over her own chest. Her hands lingered at her midriff, but Gabrielle expected her to go for her crotch at any time.
Gradually, Xena’s actions began to calm, but the more she stopped moving her hands, the more Gabrielle’s body wriggled. She could feel the heavy dampness that permeated her underwear and the normal throbbing in her crotch had become more of a pounding that managed to increase even more when Gabrielle thought about…what she was desperate to do.
“Oh God…I can’t resist,” she whispered to herself, and staying on her side, she bent her left knee beneath the furs. She quickly unfastened her jeans, and then her hand was burying beneath both her pants and her underwear and into the very warm, very slick liquid her body was pumping out.
“Oh…” she tried to choke back her moan unsuccessfully, as her fingers immediately took their place on either side of her swollen clitoris. She had never been that aroused in her entire life, and the feeling of her digits on her enflamed body was like water on a raging fire.
Gabrielle stared at the dark woman who turned her on so completely, and was so unaware of it. She had erotic visions of teaching Xena to make love…which was ludicrous, because Gabrielle herself had never made love with anyone.
That evoked even more scorching images of them learning together through long explorations on cold winter nights. The visions of Xena prodding and poking at the intimate spots on her body, asking numerous questions, was enough for Gabrielle, and she had to fight hard to bite back a scream of joy, as her clitoris exploded beneath her fingertips. She turned her head and muffled her cries against the cloth covering her shoulder.
Her body galvanized several times, slightly alarming Gabrielle with the intensity of the movements. The spasms gradually subsided, leaving her body trembling with relief and joy.
She inhaled deeply, then exhaled, and then pulled her hand from her pants. She was getting ready to wipe away the evidence, when she heard Xena’s voice again.
“Gabrielle…feel good.”
Gabrielle jerked her head to look at Xena, whose eyes were wide open.
“Uhh…” Gabrielle didn’t know how much Xena had witnessed, but was embarrassed regardless. Xena’s smile was gentle and unwavering as she reached over and grasped Gabrielle’s hand in hers, pulling it up toward her face.
“Oh God, Xena,” Gabrielle groaned, too shocked to try to pull loose. She was in a daze when Xena inhaled deeply the scent from her fingers.
”Mmm…Gabrielle…good,” Xena said in her low, sultry voice.
Gabrielle felt fresh arousal gushing from her sex. Xena’s eyes rolled shut as she pulled Gabrielle’s wet fingers into her mouth.
“They taste good?” Gabrielle asked, finally finding her voice.
Xena’s eyes reopened and focused on Gabrielle. “Taste very good…” she replied.
Gabrielle offered a nervous smile at Xena, at a loss for words. Xena’s expression was enigmatic now, even as she released Gabrielle’s hand.
“Xena…need…touch…” she said softly, her eyes shining.
“Xena need wha-…ooooh…” Gabrielle quit talking when she saw Xena pushing her sleeping fur down and her legs spreading, taking up the position she had been in this morning.
Gabrielle’s breathing stopped and her heart rate became non-existent as she watched.
Xena reached down, and pushed the constricting part of her loincloth aside, once again allowing Gabrielle to see her flushed arousal.
Gabrielle’s eyes were riveted. She had seen Xena this morning, but the sight had been slightly hindered by Xena’s flying fingers.
“You look so soft…” The words slipped out before Gabrielle could stop them.
If Xena heard them though, she didn’t respond. She was reaching down now with both hands.
Xena’s left hand slid between her darkened labia first, and she spread them wide, so Gabrielle could see directly into her center. Then her right hand moved down, and it stroked the area from just below her clit to skim over her vaginal entrance and stroke the flesh just beyond.
Gabrielle moved imperceptibly closer.
Xena avoided her clit for a specific reason. If she touched it, it would all be over with too soon.
“Gabrielle…” she said. When Gabrielle didn’t responded, she said it again.. Finally, Gabrielle blinked at her. “Gabrielle…name please.”
Gabrielle gulped. She knew exactly what Xena wanted.
Xena dipped two fingers easily into her entrance. “Name?” she repeated, stroking in and out gently.
“Gotta do this…” Gabrielle said her herself, then, out loud, she spoke. “That’s your ‘vagina’, Xena.” She couldn’t honestly remembering ever saying that word out loud before.
“Bu…buh…” Xena was looking at her for help.
“Va-gi-na…” Gabrielle said is lower, emphasizing each syllable.
“Vagina.” Xena repeated the word, then added another finger. “Vagina…good.”
“Yeah.” Gabrielle watched three fingers disappear and reappear.
Xena pulled her fingers free, and then lightly pulled at her inner labia. “Name, Gabrielle?”
“Uh…they’re labia…or you can call them lips.”
“Lips…” Xena repeated the word, then gave a wicked grin and released her delicate flesh down below long enough to touch the lips on her face. “Lips…” she said again.
“Yeah,” Gabrielle flushed. “Same name…because they sort of look the same.”
Xena still held her outer lips open with her left hands. She pointed with the tip of her right forefinger to her the top of her enlarged clitoris. “Nose?” she asked, her eyes both innocent and mischievous at the same time.
“No!” Gabrielle had to giggle at the thought. “That’s…your clitoris, Xena.” Somehow, it was easier for her to say that than “vagina”.
“Clitor…” It took several tries for Xena to get the word out.
This was getting impossibly difficult, as Gabrielle’s crotch was making its demands known. “You can call it your ‘clit’, if you want,” she told Xena.
“Clit.” Xena had no problem at all with that word. “Clit…good.” She touched hers lightly, and shivered, then gave Gabrielle that same naughty grin she’d used this morning when Gabrielle had first seen her touching herself. It conjured up images of s high schooler fooling around in the backseat of a car, and thrilled Gabrielle down to the bone.
Xena was beginning to stroke her clit a little more rapidly now., and Gabrielle’s eyes left hers to travel down to the business at hand. “Clit…good…” Xena hissed…her hips starting to come up to meet the movements of her fingers. Gabrielle could hear the sounds of Xena’s fingers sloshing in the abundance of juices.
“Ohh….” Xena’s head was moving back and forth, her state of need obviously growing. Gabrielle felt as if her own nerve center had swollen to three times its normal size, and she was unconsciously squeezing her thighs in rhythm with Xena’s motions. Her body was so on fire, she couldn’t even tell that she had come moments before.
“Oooh…clit…clit good,” Xena moaned as she writhed beneath her own fingers. Gabrielle couldn’t stop herself from sitting up so she could have a better view of the dark woman.
“Mmm…”Xena’s moans were growing louder as she neared her peak.
“Yeah, Xena…you’re going to come,” Gabrielle said.
Xena’s brows, already wrinkled in concentration, furrowed even deeper as she heard Gabrielle’s words. And then she was freezing, all motion stopping for a few seconds. Gabrielle held her breath alongside her, and suddenly, Xena was releasing, her hips bucking into the air.
Gabrielle stared at the sensual woman used her fingers to milk her climax as long as she could. Her clit twinged in sympathy with Xena’s.
Xena was motionless for a minute, except for the rise and fall of her chest. Eventually, she turned her head to look at Gabrielle.
“Xena…come?” she asked, tentatively.
“Yes,” Gabrielle answered. “What you did was just come.”
“Come…” Xena rolled the tongue over a few times. “Clit…come”
“Uh huh…” Gabrielle replied, still a little flustered. “Your clit…is what lets you come.”
“Clit…” Xena seemed rather attached to that particular word, not that Gabrielle could blame her.
Xena lifted her fingers then, and held them in front of her face. From where Gabrielle sat, she could see the juices which now coated Xena’s fingers.
“Name?” Xena asked.
Gabrielle thought quickly, at all the things the fluids could be called. Dismissing most of them immediately, she said, “Wetness.”
Xena mocked the word a couple of times, then tried it out. “Wetness.”
“Right,” Gabrielle said, her eyes not leaving Xena’s fingers. She was dying to watch them slide into Xena’s mouth.
“Wetness…good?”
Gabrielle knew what Xena was asking, but threw her embarrassment to the winds. “Yes…wetness is good.”
Xena nodded, the tip of her tongue licking over her lips. Then she turned slightly, and held her fingers out toward Gabrielle’s shocked face.
“Xena…wetness…Gabrielle…” Xena stumbled over the words, but her eyes revealed she felt she was sharing a gift with the blonde.
Gabrielle’s head was moving forward in increments, whether she was aware of it or not. Her head spun as the wetness glimmered in the firelight, and the unfading scent of Xena’s sexual excitement reached her nose. She had never been so hungry for anything in her life.
“For…Gabrielle…” Xena whispered.
In a trance, mesmerized by crystal clear blue eyes darkened to indigo in the dim cave, Gabrielle opened her mouth and then closed it again around Xena’s fingers, as they slid inside.
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