"Look out!"
Noelle pushes Liz to the ground.
"What the heck--" Liz begins.
"Bear!" Noelle cries. "Bear! 2 o'clock!"
Noelle drops her bag and digs through it with clarity of purpose. She finds what she wants, much quicker than in the simulations, and whips out her sleek black can of industrial-strength bear repellent. She interposes herself between Liz and the bear standing off to the side of the trail. She holds the can out threateningly.
The bear watches the entire proceeding with guarded interest. When there's no more commotion, just Noelle standing stock-still aiming the nozzle and waiting for what comes next -- a beat passes, before the bear, huffing through its snout, turns, and saunters off in the opposite direction.
"Yeah! You better run!" Noelle shouts after it. It pays her no attention. When it's out of sight, Noelle turns and offers a hand to Liz to help her up. "Close one."
"I... can't believe you actually found a use for that thing," Liz marvels. She was as convinced of the situation's danger as Noelle herself was.
"Right?" Noelle says with childlike excitement. "It's like I said. You can't be too prepared. And that was a black bear, too. I'm pretty sure those are the most dangerous ones."
"Isn't it grizzlies that are the most dangerous?" Liz asks.
"That's the same thing as a black bear."
"Are you sure?"
"Well -- yeah. Yeah. They're the same. Highly dangerous." Noelle looks all around, surveying for any other threats, and only then does she puts away the bear spray. She gets her pack secured around her waist again. "Think we should be going back. It's getting late anyway."
Liz agrees. They head the way they came, walking closer to one another than before, side-by-side. The hike to this point has passed in awkward silence as Noelle hung back on the trail. She was and still is mortified at Liz knowing the secret between her and Summer. But now, having saved Liz from the clutches of death itself, she feels confident enough to come out with the little speech she planned:
"Liz... I'm sorry I crossed the line with Summer. I feel awful about it. But she and Wesley really love each other a lot. I hope you won't stand in the way of that just because I did something stupid. Blame me -- not Summer, not Wes."
They stop and face one another.
Liz smiles. "Oh Noelle, honey. That's so silly. I wouldn't dream of interfering with those two. What... like I'm gonna stop someone who throws herself at armed terrorists for my little girl? I'd have to be crazy! It's not every day your daughter can find someone who would literally die for her."
Noelle breathes a sigh of relief.
"Anyway, if I make Summer stop seeing her, I'll never get to sit on her face."
Noelle coughs.
"Hmm?" Liz titters. "Don't tell me you have a problem with that?"
"It's just--"
"It's just what?" Liz takes a step closer. "It's just that you get to fuck my little girl and I don't get to fuck yours? Is that what you're saying?"
"No -- uh. I mean -- yes? It's just--"
"It's just, it's just -- it's just what, Noelle? Use your words." She undoes the buckle of Noelle's backpack and tugs it off of her. Noelle stands there mutely. "Your little girl fucked Summer *and* Winter right in front of me last night. Then she had the gall to leave me unattended."
"I'm sorry," Noelle says, staring at the ground.
Liz strokes her face. "If you don't want me to fuck her, tell me right now. This is your one and only chance."
"If she wants it..."
"Oh, she wants it." Liz gets her lips right up to Noelle's eardrum. "Do you want it too, dyke?"
Noelle nods. Liz steps back and glances at each end of the trail, first one way, then the other.
"Right-- right here?" Noelle says.
"We haven't crossed anyone in either direction for ages. It'll be fine."
Noelle gulps. "You're..."
"I'm what?"
Noelle swallows her anxiety and trepidation. "You're a pervert. I like you."
The two women get stark naked -- not even their shoes and socks remain. It feels weird standing on the dry dirt path with bare feet, but it also underlines the thrill of being so totally vulnerable in so public a place. They embrace, and kiss -- Liz seems to take a special joy in pressing her prodigious DD cups against Noelle's much less impressive C cups. Noelle takes pleasure in it, too. Their nipples scrape and rub against one another's as their tongues explore one another's mouths.
"How do you do my girl?" Liz demands.
"Hmm--" Noelle murmurs. She sinks down to a squatting pose, staring up into Liz's eyes. "Lean against that tree... I'll show you."
Liz does as asked, flinching a bit from the bark scraping against her tender skin. Noelle beckons for Liz to prop a foot on her shoulder, and then holds Liz by the meaty cushion of her ass to keep her steady. Tilting back her head and smiling evilly, Noelle wags her drooly tongue in the air to demonstrate its length and bright pink color, its wetness and flexibility.
"Like this," she tells Liz. "I do her like this. I kiss her on her cheerleader pussy until she cums so hard she wets on me. Then I do it some more." She bows her head and licks the inside of Liz's leg from her knee all the way up to her crotch in a single slow motion that makes Liz shiver. Her smile grows eviller. "Wanna try?"
"Fucking slut," Liz spits. "No wonder your daughter turned out the way she did."
"Hmm-hmm~" Noelle laughs. She purses her lips and kisses Liz on the twat. One kiss becomes two becomes a series of sloppy wet suckling smooches that have Liz's eyes quickly rolling. Noelle is a regular connoisseur of pussy, but she has a special place in her heart for one as finely matured as Liz's. It's muskier, wetter, and softer than the springy, spongy, tight little honeyhole of a teenage girl. This is a pussy accustomed to sex, a pussy that's had time to marinate in its own juices and grow all the more tender for it. Noelle just can't resist, and actually gives a couple little love bites to Liz's labia, exhaling hard at the way the fatty folds just utterly give under the pressure she applies. Liz's legs wobble, and Noelle has to keep her standing by holding her to her lips.
"Geez. Are you a quickshot?" Noelle asks.
"You're way too good at this..." Liz breathes. She arches her back uncaring of how the tree bark digs cruelly into her shoulderblades. She holds the top of Noelle's head. With the other hand she tweaks her hard pink nipples.
"I licked your daughter's asshole just last night. Now I'm licking your cunt. How do you like that?"
"Fuuuuck--" Liz hisses, grinding herself on Noelle's face. Noelle adds to the torment by putting a couple fingers in Liz's anus. Liz bucks and wags her hips like a bronco, but she never tells Noelle to stop. Which is all the consent Noelle ever needs.
A few seconds later, Noelle is pleased to find that Liz cums just like Summer does: in a waterfall of cream that doesn't squirt but just wetly streams down her pussy and her thighs, like honey from a comb, straight into Noelle's open and waiting mouth.
"Hey..." Noelle says, gulping down Liz's cum.
"Oh god... oh GOD that's good..."
"Hey -- when you fuck Wes... can I help?"
Liz pulls her foot off Noelle's shoulder and pushes Noelle supine to the ground. She straddles Noelle's face and bounces on her the way she would bounce on a dildo. "Yes! Fuck yes!" She screams savagely. Noelle can't breather, can't see, and doesn't care. All she can smell and taste and feel is the hot snug holes of Liz Denali grinding out a series of wet, oozing orgasms on her. Liz creams Noelle until Noelle thinks she's going to drown. Then she creams Noelle even more. Noelle fingers her butt to help her cum.
An hour later, they're still at it, 69ing together under a setting sun right in the middle of the trail. A young couple walks by hand-in-hand, a man and woman. Liz doesn't notice, her soft body lying atop Noelle's and her hungry mouth buried in Noelle's gash. But Noelle sees them. She sees how they stop in mute shock about 20 paces back.
"What's the matter?" Noelle asks. She lets her head lie flat while she pries open Liz's pink cunt and asshole to grant the hikers an almost gynecological view. "Never seen lesbians before?"