Chapter 7: Fireworks
That night we had a late barbecue on the farmhouse’s back patio, intent on watching the city fireworks show. They did it up on Lions’ Back Ridge, the tallest point on the bluff overlooking mid-town. It was about five sky miles away from the farm, but we’d still have a great view and would have our privacy out here, not needing to push through the crowds in town.
Ramón let me into the secret of the Big Green Egg which he used to smoke a pork roast, started shortly after breakfast, simmering in a special sauce cooked up by mama Mary. After eating the product that night, I vowed to get one of my own!
The city held off on its show until full dark, so after our dinner but before the big show, Vin dragged out a big box of fireworks and put on a little local show, mostly fountains interspersed with mortar shots. There’s something about feeling the nearby fhup and overhead crack of the shell that makes it a different sort of thing from a professional show. And fountains… Well, that’s just something that has to be done close-up; the professional equivalent just isn’t the same thing at all.
We all clapped at the end. We could even hear some faint applause and hoots of approval off in the distance from neighboring farms. Vin bowed and scooted over to sit down with us, the first city show shots going off right behind him.
The city show was good, but I decided I liked Vin’s better. I made a mental note to help him with it next year.
After the fireworks were over, we all decided to call it a night, but no one actually got up to leave. We all just kind of sat there glancing at the others to see who would be the first to move.
Then Mary grabbed her husband’s hand, helped him off his chaise longue, and led him out into the corn fields.
Miguel then grinned at his wife Carmen and led her off into another section of the fields.
Kaitlyn smiled broadly at this, and we went off in a direction about halfway between where the other two couples had gone.
As we were walking away, I heard Vin ask his remaining sister, “Where’re they all going?”
“Shut up, Vin,” she told him. “Time for bed!”
As we crept into the corn, I barely heard her say in a low tone to herself, “Gotta find you a girl.” Then louder to Vin, “Never mind! Bed!”
And so the Gutierrez family couples all went off to celebrate liberty on this night of my new country’s Independence Day.
Our path took us past the center point of the irrigation system, where we’d picnicked this afternoon, so we stripped down there, wanting to walk naked through the corn some before finding a spot.
Kaitlyn was leading me by the hand, so at one point she just stopped and lay down on her back between two corn rows on the cooling Earth, legs spread and knees up. We didn’t need words. I knelt in supplication before her as my altar and began to worship. I started by licking and kissing the sensitive fold between her thigh and groin, scritching her thighs with my nighttime stubble. I slowly made my way inward, teasing her and rubbing her upper body with one hand, my weight supported on one forearm. I caressed her taut belly, up along her flanks, around her breasts and over the nipples before returning down her cleavage to complete the circuit.
As Kaitlyn began to moan, I lay down on my stomach and finished my path in towards her centermost point, dropping into a trance with Gaia along the way. I found Kaitlyn’s life presence there already waiting for me. She knew how this was going to go!
I slowly teased her inner lips with my tongue, getting into the space between inner and outer, then going up around her clitoral hood, but not over it directly. Then I slid one finger inside my love, half my own idea, half her request through the Gaia bond. I aimed straight for her g-spot, rubbing it just as she liked, making her squirm as my mouth finally went after her clit, causing her pelvis to jump up into my face. I rode it like a surfer, knowing just how the wave would break through both experience and the bond.
Kaitlyn tried to keep quiet again tonight, knowing there were others out here with us, but since only Vin was knew naught of what we were doing out here, she was a bit less inhibited, allowing herself to make a fair bit of noise.
The bond told me when to return to licking the juices from her vaginal vestibule and when to go after her clit again, so that I quickly pushed her through three solid orgasms. I could feel her grasping the fertile soil as I pushed her to satiety. Through the bond, I felt the orgasms, too, riding their frothing edges expertly.
As my love regained her breath, her breasts heaving in the moonlight, I slowly kissed my way up her quivering stomach, still contracting with the aftershocks. She’s in great shape, so she’d mostly stilled by the time I reached her breasts, kissing around them and fondling them gently as I made my way in towards the center of one, giving a broad kiss to a nipple, covering the whole areola and pulling it back by suction alone as I moved to the other and repeated my supplication to my own personal goddess.
I kissed up her neck, her cheek, over her ear, and then came down into a passionate timeless deep-mouth kiss.
I didn’t need her to tell me “Now,” because I knew through the bond. I slipped inside her, me hard as steel, she soft and slick, both of us desirous and ready. She let out a satisfied, “Aaaah!” not a surprised “Oh!” I did, too, because while in this state of rapport, we each feel what the other does. I penetrated Kaitlyn and was also penetrated; I felt myself inside her the way she felt it herself.
And then I/we began pumping, soft and slow at first, increasing in speed and with varying depth according to her wishes and desires. I held off my ejaculation with Gaia’s power, bringing my love to two more orgasms before I felt her wish for completion with her third orgasm as it began, never verbalized but a clear command nevertheless: “Now!”
I let go my seed, my squirts in time with her vaginal squeezes on my cock, she milking it straight inside, not a drop lost. I pushed her back across the damp rich soil a few inches before I ran out of flexibility in my lower legs.
We didn’t need to thank each other for our mutual reverberating orgasm. We felt more than physical love, we felt the love, period. There was no doubt in either of our minds what we felt, bonded together with Gaia like this.
I let the Gaia trance go as my cock softened inside her, then grabbed her in a roll that ended with her laying on top of me.
“Ahhh, I love my buns and back in the air like this, Davie!” my lover said.
“You can have your back and buns in the air any time you like, as far as I’m concerned,” I responded with a sub-audible laugh, which she felt through my chest.
“I don’t know how well that’ll go down at the office,” she said, laughing along with me.
“Y’know,” I observed, “there’s not actually anything about your job that requires clothes. You sit in an air-conditioned office, in the back, don’t get visitors, just quietly doing your thing…”
“The Goat will never see me naked again,” she vowed, referring to her coworker Edward Goetz, who’d trespassed on my property last month and snooped on Kaitlyn and I doing…much this same sort of thing, actually. Her statement had teeth in it.
“Yeah. I don’t think we’re done with Ranger Ed,” I said.
“Well, I’m done with him,” she stated, absolute and inarguable as the arrival of high noon. I said nothing, so she eventually resumed our postcoital conversation, asking, “How about we go back out to Mage Arch again tomorrow? It’s Saturday, and I’d like to see it again.”
“Just see?” I teased.
“Well, if you’re up to trying to repeat our last feat there, I’m willing to try, stud,” she challenged half seriously.
Quietly I said, with feeling, “I’d love that,” then pulled her face down for a long slow kiss. Rallying from the emotion, I cautioned her, “We’d better bring more water this time.”
“Oh yes indeed! We almost dehydrated ourselves last time!”
We lay in the cooling night air, Kaitlyn in my arms, I in Gaia’s, just experiencing the evening.
Eventually, we got up, and I summoned a small whirlwind to knock the dirt off our bodies, mainly our backsides and Kaitlyn’s hands. Then we retrieved our clothes from where we’d discarded them earlier, rolling them into bundles under our arms, then sneaking back to the house in our skin. No one was around; the house was dark and still. We got ready for bed as quietly as we could, then slipped into bed, still naked.
This was much better than the prior day. What was it, five or six changes of clothing? Utter nonsense.
That was my last thought before sleep and comfort took me.
We woke up late. We had, after all, stayed up late and exercised hard.
“Kaitlyn,” I said, quietly in her ear.
“Mrrrff?” she answered.
“Time to get up.”
I decided not to bother getting dressed this morning. It felt risky to me, even after yesterday’s events, but I meant to go on as I’d started.
I wasn’t seen tip-toeing across the hallway to the bathroom, and there was no one in there when I entered. I got into the shower. A few minutes later, Kaitlyn joined me, and we had a nice time soaping each other up and cleaning each other off. We didn’t let it go beyond that.
As we were drying off, I asked, “So, um…do we go out to breakfast like this?” I could smell the sausage and hash-browns cooking now.
“I’m not sure,” she answered. “Gimme a sec,” she added, slipping out the door.
Curious, I went to the door and peeked out. I saw my bared beauty sneak down the hallway, then bend carefully to look around the corner into the kitchen, only her wet hair and eyes exposed to those sitting down to break their fast.
“Be there in a minute!” she called, then scampered back to me. She slipped back into the bathroom and said, “They’re all wearing PJs or are dressed.”
My face fell, disappointed that we couldn’t keep up this home nudism game.
“Except for Allison!” she announced brightly.
“Oh, my tricksy little minx!” I scolded her with a broad grin on my face. “Well, I suppose we’d better go and support your sister, then! Wouldn’t do to leave her all alone, naked at the table like that.”
“I’m kind of tempted to anyway,” she said, clearly falling back on many years of sibling rivalry, “but you’re right, it’s the chivalrous thing to do.”
“Yes, very chivalrous of us, eating breakfast naked with your clothed family,” I agreed.
She just smiled at me and led me out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, where we grabbed a few hand towels off the counter and put them on our chairs, sitting down to eat with the others.
Kaitlyn’s family made us most welcome, especially Allison, who was looking a little nervous to me when we arrived. I wondered if she’d been about to bolt?
Not a word was said about our choice of breakfast attire. Civilized folk, the Gutierrez family, and their matron puts on a wonderful breakfast besides.
As we were finishing breakfast, Kaitlyn asked, “So, who’s going out for the cycling clothes? They’re packed in the bags on the bikes.”
…And the bikes were still on the rack on the back of mi burro, which we’d parked on the side of the house to leave the driveway clear for the house’s normal residents.
“Definitely you,” I teased.
“Rock paper scissors?” she countered.
“Okay.” I threw scissors to her paper. “See? I told you you were going.”
She grinned, then got up and walked straight out the door into her parents’ front yard and around to the side of the house. Utterly naked. In public.
Those of us who were dressed all jumped up from the table and rushed out onto the front porch to watch this show while Allison and I stayed back in the doorway, screened from view, peeking over their shoulders.
We’d parked the truck in such a way that the tail end of the FJ along with its mounted bike rack was peeking around the house from our viewpoint, so we saw the whole glorious exhibition. She walked calmly out to the truck, dug through the two bike bags to find our riding clothes, looked up to wave at a neighbor we couldn’t see from our position but who could evidently see her, then bundled everything up under one arm and walked right back into the house, she playing Moses, her family and I playing the Red Sea.
“Here you go, Davie,” she said to me with a smirk, handing me my riding outfit.
“I suppose I’ll be getting a call from Mrs. Johannsen soon,” her mother speculated. Rrrrringgg… “Ah, that’ll be her. Excuse me,” she said with a crooked grin, “I have to get that.”
While Mama Gutierrez explained the stunt to her neighbor, we dressed, said our good-byes, went out, took the bikes down off the rack, and rode calmly out through the farmland toward US Highway 191, which would take us up North through Moab. When we hit town, we peeled off into side streets to take a more relaxed pace through town, then re-emerged onto 191 out at the North end, crossing quickly into Arches National Park. We took our time, enjoying the journey.
I hadn’t planned on going camping this weekend, and there was zero chance of getting a last-minute reservation in Devils Garden, the only official campground in the Park. Not in high summer on a weekend one day after a national holiday during peak tourist season. We’d been lucky to get a spot a few months back when we’d first come out here.
I wasn’t worried. It’d be a lot warmer overnight than on our last trip, so that I didn’t even think we’d need the emergency bivvy bag I kept in my bike camping kit. We were only intending to stay out one night this time, and we’d only be passing through the Park bounds besides.
We biked through the park to the hiking trail that would lead us to the wash that tangented out toward Mage Arch, situated well outside the park bounds. Once in the wash, our bikes changed roles from personal transport to wheeled carts for our camping gear, which we rolled beside ourselves, guiding them by the handlebars and seat.
Once we’d hiked far enough down that wash to be out of sight of the park patrons, we leaned our bikes up against a tree along the wash, took off our cycling clothes, and laid them over our bikes’ trunk bags to air-dry as we continued hiking down the wash, resuming our hike mother-bare through nature, on our way out to Mage Arch, the hot summer desert air washing over our skin as we were baked from above by the mid-day sun.
On arriving at the arch, we were stunned. It looked much like the surrounding sparsely vegetated desert when we left it behind months ago, but it was now about as close to a lush paradise as you could reasonably expect the high desert to get without artificial irrigation. Everything was greener than before, even though that went against the usual pattern, where the greenest time is mid-spring. The trees were taller, the sagebrush and desert grasses were denser.
“I need to check this out,” I told Kaitlyn. I leaned my bike up against a nearby juniper, walked out into the center of it all, then sat down in a meditation pose and merged into Gaia. A few minutes later, I came back into my body. “It’s all extremely healthy. The only limit on the growth in this area is water. All the nutrients these plants need are in abundant supply, and of course they get all the sun they could want out here in the desert.”
“Wow, Davie,” said Kaitlyn wonderingly. “It’s good?”
“Yes, very good. Perfect, in fact. We did this the last time we were here.”
“Wow… I knew that day was magical, I just didn’t know how magical. Now that I’m thinking of it, your back yard is getting pretty lush these days, too.” I just grinned up at her from my seated place in the sand, so she went on, “Well, I suppose we’d better refresh this garden while we’re here!”
“Lunch first,” I said.
We ate well, needing our energy, because the desert oasis owed its existence to a single five hour long lovemaking session with only one orgasm apiece, simultaneous at the end. We’d used the power of Gaia and the mage bond to edge each other that whole time, building higher and higher until we finally finished with one tremendous simultaneous screaming orgasm as the last of the sunlight disappeared over the horizon. We’d poured so much magical energy into the Earth that day that we literally cleaved a boulder from a nearby cliff face, joking that Gaia came that day, too.
And we planned to do it all over again.
We started as slowly as we did the last time, I sliding into her passage a millimeter at a time, not bottoming out until at least a minute later, Kaitlyn stretching around me as we both slid into magical rapport with each other, kissing and caressing the while, spreading out over hundreds of feet to become one with the surrounding earth, covering our new desert garden entirely.
I increased my speed with each stroke, building to a slow but steady rhythm, edging up towards the point of orgasm over perhaps half an hour. Once there, it then became a game between us to push the other up to the point of orgasm, then rock them back, alternating between us so that we didn’t come to that point simultaneously, risking a mutual push over the edge into orgasm. We were much better at it this time, having not only that first experience but much else besides since then.
It is not overstating the fact to say that we nearly had the thing choreographed by this point. We flowed from position to position, using the brief transitions as steps in the dance to cool down before resuming again. Through the Gaia bond, I was able to continue pumping into her almost continuously through the changes, our movements perfectly coordinated.
We took short rest breaks perhaps once an hour, allowing our erections to dissipate, switching to cuddling, caressing, and kissing instead. This rested and flushed the tissues naturally so that they would be ready to resume the edging without using magical healing.
Done right, edging allows the male to get mini-orgasms with each push and hold just shy of a full orgasm, giving him the closest thing to multiple orgasms that can be achieved without magic.
This technique avoids the chief danger of pure sex magic: it carries the same risks as hard drug use, pleasure to the point of physical dependence and either psychological or physical collapse.
About four hours into this, we agreed through the bond that we wished to finish soon, so we took off the governors and began building towards our epic simultaneous climax, stroking faster and faster, releasing all inhibitions. Edging that long desensitizes the body to some extent, so we were able to make this final push towards orgasm last quite a while even so.
Then, as before, we released at the same moment, I exploding with a rush into her, she milking my seed in time with the spurts, never spilling a drop. We yelled, we cried, we laughed, we hugged, and then we kissed long and passionately, staying joined the entire time. I willed myself to remain hard for several minutes; we didn’t want to separate yet.
Still joined, we healed our scrapes, scratches, sunburn, and overstressed bodies.
Some time later, we agreed to separate for an evening meal and a lot of water. We refreshed ourselves in silence, needing no words.
After dinner, we walked hand in hand up from the wash into Mage Arch itself, I leaning against the smooth inner curve of the arch, Kaitlyn using me as a recliner. I wrapped her in my arms and legs like a 5-point Davie harness, and she snuggled into my embrace.
Kaitlyn was the first to break the postcoital silence. “Mom and I planned most of the wedding, but some things are still up to us alone.”
“Go ahead,” I said quietly.
“We decided back at the farm to make this an intimate family and friends affair, but we didn’t really decide on how many people that should be, and how far to stretch the definitions. I think it should be immediate family only and maybe one outside friend for each of us.”
“Sounds sensible,” I said. “Poulsen’s got to be one of them. He’s the only one who knows we’re mages, he’s helped us out a bunch of times, and he hasn’t sold us out yet. If there’s anyone outside the family in this town that has our back, it’s him.”
“Agreed,” she said, “but I think he counts as ‘ours.’ We’ve both still got our own personal +1.”
“No one else comes to mind immediately,” I said.
“Same for me.”
I was surprised. “I can’t believe you weren’t one of the popular girls in school.”
“Oh, I guess I attracted a fair bit of attention in high school and college, but I’ve mainly only gathered good acquaintances, not close friends. I’m not as introverted as you, Davie, but close enough that I don’t have any BFFs.”
“What about Kenny and Alex?” I asked. “We’ve been rafting with them now, what, four times now?”
“Sounds right,” she agreed.
On each trip, one of the two would drive the truck to drop us off and then retrieve us down-river, and the other would act as our guide. Kaitlyn and I would strip off at the entry point in full view of the two of them, put on only a life vest, and go down the river with them. We hadn’t gotten either of them to join us bottomless like that, but both skinny-dipped with us in the slow parts of the river, and both sunbathed nude with us at our lunch stop. On the way home, we’d made it a tradition that only the driver was clothed, the rest of us hiding in the truck’s dark-tinted crew cab, starkers.
Kaitlyn went on, “They’re great guys, and I like hanging out with them. I’m comfortable enough with them to spend a lot of time scantily clad and naked with them. But the thing is, Davie, I don’t know that I can trust them to the same level with the rest of my family. Whoever I invite will have that same level of access to whoever joins us naked after the wedding. I’m pretty sure my mom and Ali will be peeling down. Can you see Kenny and Alex being discreet under such provocation?”
“I see your point. They’re nowhere near in Poulsen’s league.”
“If it was just you and I getting married in front of those two, then hey, no big deal. It’d be no more than they’ve already seen,” she said. “But with my family? I need my +1 to be on the level of Poulsen. And then I go down my list and I find more people who’d gossip or flake or panic or even flip into enemy mode. I can’t have that, Davie.”
“I quite understand. I promise to be as careful with my own choice.” I thought for a bit, then said, “What about your boss, Sherry? She’s kept your secrets and backed you up a fair bit now. And she said she’d done a fair bit of social nudity in her youth.”
Kaitlyn didn’t answer immediately, just thought on it some. “Yeah. Yeah! She might be just the person. I’ll bring it up with her on Monday.” She thought about that for a bit, then added, “I don’t think Mom & Dad or Miguel & Carmen will want to bring anyone, but we should be sure Vin and Allison bring someone, or they’ll be the only ones not paired up. I suppose we should let Poulsen bring someone, too; same reason.”
I agreed, “Yeah, we don’t want any lonely singletons there. It’d scar the mood.”
Some time later, Kaitlyn asked, sounding hesitant, “It’s traditional for guests to bring gifts to the newlyweds, but the root of the custom is getting a young couple’s household started. It’s usually a lot of kitchen stuff, bed linens, that sort of thing. We’re both old enough to have well-established households, and now that we’ve combined them, I’m already thinking of giving some of our stuff away to charity. Would you be upset if I told everyone not to bring a gift, Davie?”
I thought about it, then said, “We wouldn’t want to snub anyone. How about we told them they can only give us something small, a token of some kind? Something fun to remember them by?”
“Yeah, I like that!” she said enthusiastically.
Then we were quiet for some time, just watching the growing dusk, feeling the sagebrush and juniper berry scented breeze waft through the arch over our naked bodies.
“What about all of these sub-Poulsen level friends?” I eventually asked. “We don’t really want to snub them all by not inviting them to the wedding, do we?”
“Well, no…” she began.
“What if we do a public reception in the city somewhere? Maybe one of the parks? The bit after the wedding is just a family party, not The Reception,” I proposed, speaking the capitals on the last bit.
“I like it!” she said.
“I’ll arrange that. I’d prefer Old City Park to the one in the middle of town,” I opined.
“Yeah, that’d be a nice place to have a reception,” she agreed.
Kaitlyn broke our companionable silence sometime later, asking, “Who’re we going to have officiate this thing? My only guess is my family’s priest, and he’s as Catholic as you can get. He’d never agree. He’d probably kick my parents out of the church, in fact!”
“I don’t know anyone like that,” I said, “but I’ll ask Poulsen. He knows everyone in town. He can probably steer us to a good choice.”
“Good call,” she agreed.
As the last of the sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, we walked back down from the arch to lay down together in the wash, to sleep in the warm summer night, utterly naked, only the stars for a blanket.
We woke the next day, ate a heavy breakfast, and repeated the feat, finishing in time for a solid lunch and more guzzled water before we had to hike back, exhausted and exhilarated. We both had work the next day. It was bittersweet, but we had to go.