Hunter's Moon (3/4,FF,Sexfight)

Hunter's Moon (Part Three)

Diane and Evelyn stood on the front porch for a couple
of minutes, letting the rainwater drip from their
hair.  The skies were dark now, and the rain had
become a steady roar on the roof of the little porch.

Diane shivered.  She pulled her glasses off and wiped
the lenses with the tail of her shirt.  It just
succeeded in smearing the mess around.

Evelyn hugged herself.  "We'd better g-get inside and
d-dry off."

Diane said, "Ri-r-right.  It's getting a little
ch-chilly."  

Evelyn opened the door to the bungalow and the soaked
women went inside.  Evelyn went to the gas fireplace
and turned a knob.  She pressed an igniter and welcome
flames started blazing around the faux logs.  

Evelyn took off her glasses and looked at them.  "It's
a wonder these things survived."  She placed them on
the coffee table, and joined Diane to stand in front
of the fireplace.

Diane stretched her arms out.  "Ahhh ... that feels so
damned good!  But we'd better get out of these wet
things."

Evelyn said, "You're right.  I can run them around the
washing machine and dry them while we eat.  Come on in
the bedroom.  I've got a couple of robes we can wear."

The dark-haired women followed Evelyn into the
bedroom.  She was already pulling the shirt over her
head.  Evelyn turned around to see Diane in a white
lace bra that revealed the tops of her beautifully
shaped breasts.  They were high and firm, and she
could see the suggestion of dark nipples through the
front of the bra.

Evelyn unbuttoned her blouse, then slipped it off. 
Diane glanced at her and saw an ivory demi-bra with
spaghetti straps and a front hook.  The neckline
plunged deeply.  Evelyn's breasts were perhaps a tad
smaller than Diane's, and more of a conical shape. 
The nipples had gotten stiff under the wet cloth, and
poked out erotically.

Diane undid the snap on her jeans.  She pushed the
waistband of the tight, wet garment down over her
hips.  She slowly inched them down, exposing blue
bikini panties.  She worked the jeans the rest of the
way down her legs, bending over.  Her breasts jiggled
a little as she stepped out of the wet jeans.  She
stood back up, and handed the wet clothes to Evelyn. 
Evelyn couldn't help but see the thickening at the
crotch of Diane's panties.  The swelling of the mound
was quite noticeable.  A few stray curls of jet-black
hair peeked from the groin area around the leg
openings.

Evelyn took the jeans and shirt from Diane and dropped
them in the wicker laundry hamper at her feet.  Then
she undid the button on the waist of her corduroy
slacks.  She pushed them down over the curve of her
hips.  She wore lacy white briefs, cut high on the
sides.  Diane saw the shadow of the pubic thatch at
the crotch.  The thin material was folded in a little,
displaying a cleft of labia.  

Evelyn went to her closet and opened the door.  She
pulled out a couple of thick cotton robes, one a black
and white print pattern, one a solid dark red.  She
handed the dark red one to Diane, and folded the print
about herself, tying a loose knot at the waistband.

Diane fitted herself into the robe and knotted the
cord.  It flared a little at top, showing off the tops
of her bra cups.  Evelyn picked up the basket and went
into the kitchen.  Diane followed.

"Diane, why don't you grab a couple of bowls from the
cupboard over the sink.  There's a ladle in the drawer
on your left."

"Okay."

Evelyn disappeared into the small utility room
adjacent to the cozy kitchen.  She came back in as
Diane was spooning out large bowls of steaming beef
stew.  Evelyn grabbed a potholder and opened the oven
door.  The delicious smell of hot bread spread out
from the oven.  

Soon, they were enjoying the stew and the crusty bread
in the living room, sitting on the floor with the
bowls on the coffee table.  The fireplace exuded a
cheerful glow and the Merlot in the tall goblets added
to the warm occasion.  The rain fell steadily outside,
the wind making occasional moaning noises.  They
chatted about the day, the conversation moving easily
from topic to topic.  

Evelyn poured them each another glass of the mellow
red wine.  Then she got up and moved to where one of
the bags they had brought in rested.  She reached down
and pulled out a stuffed animal.

Diane laughed.  "We never did decide who gets that."

`That' was a furry rendition of a cat dressed as a
Samurai warrior.  The plump stuffed pussycat was
wearing Samurai garb and carried a cloth sword.  Both
women had seen the animal at a flea market and both
had wanted it.

Evelyn brought it over to the table and set it down. 
"It is SO ugly and SO damned cute at the same time. 
So what do we do?  Have joint custody?"

Diane took a sip of wine.  She then reached for the
Samurai cat and hugged it to her bosom.  "I don't
think so," she said in a teasing voice.  "I think I
want him for myself."

"Oh, you do, do you?"  Evelyn smiled and reached for
the toy.  Diane held it out of reach.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, sweetie,"
Diane said.

Evelyn put her glass down and looked at her friend
with hooded eyes.  Diane was holding the stuffed cat
high up over her head.  Without warning, Evelyn moved
swiftly.  She pushed herself forward onto Diane's
upper body.  Diane fell backwards, laughing.

Evelyn found herself stretched out on top of Diane. 
She reached for the animal, but Diane kept moving her
arms around, keeping it away from Evelyn.  As Evelyn
tried to grab it, her body moved and twisted, her
breasts starting to crush Diane's.  Diane's legs
opened.  Evelyn's thigh slipped between them.  Evelyn
felt the springy nest of pubic hair underneath the
cloth of Diane's crotch rub against her thigh. 

Diane opened her legs wide.  Evelyn found her waist
being encircled by two strong thighs.  Diane grinned
at her as she worked the scissors around Evelyn's
waist.

"I grew up with brothers, remember," Diane gasped.

Diane then awkwardly tossed the stuffed cat aside and
swung her legs around.  Evelyn found herself on the
bottom and Diane lying on top of her.  Diane sat up
and did a classic pin on Evelyn.  Evelyn's breasts
were just ahead of Diane's thighs.  The robe had
ridden up and the blue panties were visible.  Diane's
strong hands held down Evelyn's shoulders.

Evelyn tried to move.  She strained upward with hips,
trying to shake Diane off.  She grunted with effort. 
Finally she just lay still, breathing hard.  She
felt...excited.  Warmth pulsed with each heartbeat.  She
could feel her nipples become stiff and erect.  She
felt her panties moisten.

Diane looked down at her.  Their eyes met and held. 
The moment stretched...then passed.  Diane rose to her
feet, held out her hand to help Evelyn up.  Evelyn's
print robe had fallen open.  Her bra was askew.  The
edge of one areola peeked out.

Evelyn adjusted her robe after she got to her feet. 
"Well, I'd better check on those clothes in the
dryer," she said in a subdued voice.

"I guess..." Diane replied.

In silence, Diane got dressed after the warm clothes
were retrieved from the dryer.  The rain had stopped. 
She got her stuff together as Evelyn took dishes to
the kitchen.

Both women realized that some invisible line had been
crossed.  Things could never be the same.  

Evelyn opened the door.  Diane exited, paused, and
turned around.  She brought her lips down swiftly to
Evelyn's cheek, kissed it lightly.   Evelyn moved her
hand up and touched Diane's face briefly.  In the
first-quarter moonlight, Diane could see troubled
questions in Evelyn's eyes.  

"See you on Monday," she said softly.

That night, Evelyn slept nude.  Halfway to sleep, she
slipped an index finger into her swollen and wet
pussy.  She lightly stroked her clitoris as her hips
moved in circular motions on the wrinkled sheets.  She
whimpered her orgasm as she spilled her juices about
her stiff spasmodic fingers.  Her dreams that night
were troubled and dark, and Diane moved at the center
of them.  They struggled in an erotic war of tangled
limbs and grinding pelvises.  


Monday came and the young librarians busied themselves
in their work.  They still lunched together, and
chatted about inconsequential things, but Evelyn felt
that the easy emotional intimacy they had been
developing was dormant.  Their friendship had
encountered some sort of wall.

Evelyn's mind returned time and time again to the
sexual aspect of her brief relationship with Diane. 
She did not believe she was a lesbian.  But on the
other hand, she knew that she had never developed
strong passions with men.  And what was the story with
the wrestling and the fighting?  What was it about the
combative sexual tenor of their meetings?

Diane in turn would try to think of some way they
could talk about the issue.  But her own innate
reticence to discuss strong sexual passions stopped
her.  She would look at Evelyn and see someone she
thought she could love.  That might fly in San
Francisco, but in conservative New Hampshire?  She was
stricken, unable to move back, reluctant to move
forward.  The unspoken tensions were building.

Soon it was Saturday.  This weekend, the library was
open late.  Mrs. Brown had left at five, and it fell
to Evelyn and Diane to lock up after closing time.

At eight-fifteen, the last patron had been shooed out
of the old building.  The books were put away and the
paperwork filed.  It was dark outside, but clear and
near freezing.  A brilliant full moon was already high
in the southeastern sky.

Evelyn put on her long coat and came out into the
lobby.  Diane waited there.  Evelyn looked up at the
second floor.  A lone light shone up there.  Moonlight
flooded down through a large rectangular skylight.

"Damn. I thought all the lights were out.  Let me go
up and get that one.  I'll be right back."

Evelyn started up the stairs.  As Diane watched,
everything that had been on her mind all week came to
a head.  She and Evelyn had to do something.  She
swiftly followed Evelyn, not making any noise.

Evelyn got to the top of the stairs and walked over to
the reading area under the skylight.  She found the
green-shaded desk lamp and bent down to switch it off.
 The light faded, and she paused there, illuminated by
the moonlight.

Suddenly, strong arms encircled her.  They went around
her waist.  Surprised, she turned her head and started
to cry out.  A warm insistent mouth muffled her voice.
 The kiss was thrilling.  Her rationality went out the
window.  Diane was kissing her, hard.  

Evelyn finished turning around.  Diane's hands ran up
and down her back, caressing her as she continued to
kiss her.  Evelyn moaned and kissed her back, her
mouth open and moist, her tongue reaching out to meet
Diane's.

Abruptly, she pulled back.  Her eyes were wide behind
her wire-rimmed glasses.  "W-what are you doing?" she
breathed.  "We can't do this...we can't..."

Diane gripped her shoulders.  Her face was inches from
Evelyn's.  She said, "Oh, we can.  We must.  Don't you
see, Evelyn?  We can't let it lay there.  We've got to
talk.  We've got to do something...anything.  I - I love
you.  We have to!"

Evelyn stepped back.  Diane's arms fell from her
shoulders.  She looked at Diane helplessly.  Her mouth
opened a couple of times, but no words came out. 
Finally, she whispered, "Oh, God!  Oh, dear God! 
You're right...I've denied it and fought it...but I
absolutely adore you."

Diane came forward.  She shrugged her coat off.  It
fell to the floor.  "It's time to begin."