Chapter 30: The Last Secret
I woke still in my favorite position: naked, morning wood nestled in softness, and a handful of bare breast. Kaitlyn was still asleep.
I moved my hand down to stroke Kaitlyn’s taut belly, then down over her outer thighs, then up her inner thighs, over the belly again, up over the other breast, down the flank…
After a few minutes of that, I heard a murmur, “I’ll give you all day to stop doing that.”
I said nothing, but on this pass I added her vulva to the list of checkpoints and continued my circuit and began kissing her neck, cheek, and ear. I couldn’t do real magic while wrapped up in the blanket, but I still remembered how to please a woman without Gaia’s help.
I slid my hand down now to focus exclusively on her pussy, going for a quick wank, acting as her own hands on a mission. Within about three minutes, I had her buttocks clenching on my rigid shaft. A bit asymmetric in the pleasure department, but I felt in the gift-giving mood that morning: I was feeling guilty about leaving my girlfriend out in the cold last night.
She spun around in my arms and kissed me soundly. “Thank you, Davie. Your turn?”
“No, this is going to be a busy morning. This morning you learn the last secret I’m keeping from you, if you haven’t figured it out for yourself already.”
Her eyes went wide, and she bit her lip. I’d called the Santa Claus analogy perfectly: she was just like a kid on Christmas! True to her archetype, she jumped up out of the blanket and started running around while I insisted we eat breakfast first. We’d skipped dinner last night, then burned a lot of energy, both before falling asleep and after to keep ourselves warm, and this morning we’d need even more energy to be getting on with. I was famished.
I walked over to my bags and started pulling stuff out, attempting to assemble a feast worth of high-caloric energy-dense foods. MRE pancakes, tea with honey, apples, granola bars… I gathered some deadwood and started a small fire in the wash, then put water on to boil for the tea; the pancakes would rehydrate better with hot water, too. Yum, rehydrated pancakes…filling, but strange tasting. Kaitlyn donated some dehydrated eggs, which were even stranger tasting, but they seemed to fit with the theme.
We got that all cooked up into a fine mess, and I found that Kaitlyn could indeed wait long enough to get fed before jumping up and insisting on learning the big secret at last. I had to put her off to clean the cookware, smother the fire, and brush my teeth. I then encouraged her to take on a bit of extra water. Our work over the next few hours was going to be sweaty.
“Okay, Kaitlyn. It’s time.”
I took her hand in mine, and we walked down the wash as I ran a sand shower over us, getting us thoroughly clean.
A few hundred feet down the wash, it spilled over a cliff, perhaps 120 feet down. This was where the water up on this mesa spilled down into the canyon below in the rare desert thunderstorms. We sat down a dozen feet or so back from the edge, side by side, still holding hands, and we just looked out over the vista. It was stunning, and I wanted to take some time to appreciate it.
Several minutes later, as we stared out at the scene, I broke the silence. “All of the pieces are there for you to put the secret together, but as I said at the start, I intended to show this to you rather than tell you, so I’m kind of happy that you haven’t guessed it yet. That said, feel free to shout it out once you figure it out; I won’t be upset. I want you to discover it. It’s only a small matter to me how you come to that realization.”
She wrinkled her forehead up in concentration, but about five seconds later, she just let out an exasperated puff of air and said, “Nope, no idea. Now quit stalling!”
“Okay,” I smiled. “Lay back in the sand and spread your legs with your knees up, Kaitlyn,” I instructed. She did. She got a bit of a nervous look on her face. She could see where this was going.
I sat for a few seconds just looking down on her amazing form, then said, “Here’s a fun trick: using your new healing powers, you should be able to self-lubricate…down there, you know.”
Directly, a familiar scent began to waft up from my girlfriend. She said, “Got it. But the traditional way is more fun.”
“I agree, but it was a teachable moment, so I had to take it, being your guru and all,” I said with a gentle smile. “Now slide into a trance with Gaia, Kaitlyn. Come with me down into a trance.”
I moved over between her legs and rested in a half plank position, supported by knees and forearms above her, not touching her body with mine. Even my erection floated above her, held up by my tense muscles. I slid down into a trance and felt Kaitlyn come right along with me.
“Spread out, Kaitlyn. Cover this area as wide as you can, from the edge of our campsite up the wash to an equivalent distance down the cliff and into the canyon, and from side to side along this cliff. Feel me join you in rapport with Gaia. Now, Kaitlyn, feel me with you. Do you feel me? I am not touching your body, but you feel me now, don’t you? You know just what I want, not intellectually from experience, but because you can see inside me. We are one with Gaia and with each other, so what one of us wants, the other does, too.”
Her mouth was widening now with realization. “This is what you’ve been holding back! This is your secret!”
As answer, I entered her near-virginal slick passage in a single steady stroke. She felt not only her own pleasure, but mine. Then I began to pump slowly as I said, “You also feel Gaia, Kaitlyn, her contours, the land, the soil, the little crawly things, that fox over there, the lizards down below us at the base of the cliff. You feel it all, as do I. Just as our bodies now join, we are one with Gaia’s form. Kaitlyn, we are having a threesome with the planet!”
“Oh wow, oh wow, oh WOW!” she said, and I was sure it wasn’t just my technique she was impressed with.
“You have a penis now, Kaitlin, and I have a vagina, and we both have canyons and stone spires, and we all move together.”
And we did move together.
A few minutes in, I spoke quietly to her, our faces still close in missionary position, “I can tell that you are approaching your first orgasm, Kaitlyn, but you now know what it’s like to be a man: you now have a refractory period, so you now have an incentive to edge your orgasm. Come up to the limit, stop there, relax, fall back, and repeat. I will help you, because I feel your orgasm, too. I won’t push you over the edge, and you won’t pull me over, no more than either of us would push the other over this sandstone cliff.”
We edged for hours. Literally hours. Every time one of us would feel the other getting too close to the edge, we’d back off and give them time to recover, not stopping if we could avoid it, but pulling back into a less intense stimulation. Sometimes we did stop for the other when we’d come so close that that was the only way to recover. But neither of us released. We wouldn’t let ourselves.
Our pleasure built and built and built with each approach to the edge. The part of my shaft behind my balls bulged out with the pressure, and I received a mini-orgasm now with each approach to the edge. Kaitlyn’s vagina began to quiver with the spasms of orgasm before tightening into a clamp on my cock as we pushed up to her limit and stopped.
A few times we nearly lost it as we both hit our limits too close to each other, the spasms threatening to push the other over, but we held on by calling on the power of Gaia. We learned to alternate our rhythms to give each other space to recover.
We began to change positions occasionally, taking the time between to recover our control. For old positions, we extended our mastery a bit. For our new inventions, we evaluated and then rejected them or kept them in mind for future sessions. We didn’t speak; one would move into a new position, and the other would adopt a complementary position, as if we’d scripted it out in advance.
I say we invented new positions, but whether they were just new to us or new to the world, I couldn’t say, because we had other things on our minds than recording the geometry.
About noon, as the height of our internal heat rose with the day’s heat, I pushed a thought through the Gaia bond: now, Kaitlyn. Now.
We gathered our breaths, then built slowly up in speed and intensity into our final sprint. Faster, faster! Better and more wondrous! The sky wheeled overhead, and the wind caressed our bodies out in the open air. The sand embraced us, and the wildlife cheered the conclusion of our journey. We were laughing. We were writhing. We were screaming and shouting with unmitigated joy.
“YYYYYeeeeeaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” we said, in perfect harmony, one octave apart as Gaia added her contribution: CRACK!! SMASH!!! CRASH!!!
My seed poured into Kaitlyn. Kaitlin drew it all in, her orgasming vagina squeezing my cock tightly in perfect synchronization with my ejaculations so as to not lose a drop. I pulsed a dozen times, jammed tight up against her cervix, creating a perfect seal, shooting it all directly into her womb. I completely emptied myself into her.
It wasn’t clear to me how we got that way, but we’d ended up in a rather exotic position, me standing legs apart in a weightlifter’s stance and Kaitlyn impaled on my cock, face downward at a 45° angle to my body, like my cock was a gantry at Cape Canaveral and she the rocket ready to launch into the sky and beyond. I held her up with my arms, pulling on Gaia’s power to maintain the position, and she held her body straight along the vector of my gnomon with her toned core.
I walked us carefully to the cliff edge so Kaitlyn could cantilever over for us. Her eyes saw a new boulder down at the base of the cliff, clearly just now cleaved off. We had the same thought in our rapport: Gaia came, too!
As I walked us a few paces back from the edge and lay us back down, Kaitlyn’s body came up through a reverse cowgirl pose to rest on my chest, still impaled, but in parallel with me now, both of our chests pointing to the sky. My hands moved up and over her body to caress every part of it I could reach, from the upper thighs to her hair. I virtually gave her a frontal massage in that position before she fell asleep in my embrace. I wasn’t far behind her.
We woke a bit tingly from sunburn, her more than I, but we quickly banished that irritant with a healing, then turned to healing our wrecked bodies.
As I looked around, it seemed to me that there was a bit more sagebrush around the edges of the wash than before, and the nearby junipers were a bit taller and greener. We had worked some kind of magic out here for sure.
Sometime during our sleep, we reacquired language and individual identity. I spun Kaitlyn in my arms to look into her eyes, then told her, “I love you, Kaitlyn.”
“You really do, don’t you?” she said in wonder.
“You doubted it?” I asked, a bit hurt.
“I…I couldn’t fully believe it until now, but after the Gaia bond between us, it isn’t possible to deny it any longer.” Tears shone in her eyes, and she stared down at my chest. After some seconds, she said in a small voice, “I’ve been hurt, Davie.” The tears fell, and she started to sob.
I just held her tight and let her get it out.
Some minutes later, when she’d calmed, she said, “I love you, too, Davie.”
I knew she did. I saw that in the Gaia bond, too. That was the first time she’d said that to me, though. Sardonically, I thought to myself, ‘Well, that wasn’t hard to achieve!’ I snorted and then started chuckling, pulled her down into an embrace and eventually built into a belly laugh.
“What?” she demanded beside my ear.
“I’m just very happy, Kaitlyn.” And I was.
She relaxed into my embrace.
Some minutes later, she asked, “Don’t you want to hear about it?”
In as soothing a voice as I could muster, I murmured, “You recall that earlier I said that we needn’t throw our pasts out into a pile and paw through them together.” Then I moved around to look her straight in the eye and went on, “You tell me what you want me to know and let the rest of it stay in the past, okay? Going forward, you know the depth of my love now, Kaitlyn, so you know I’ll never purposefully hurt you.”
She looked back down at my chest, then pulled me back into an embrace. We held each other for some time longer, and she stayed silent, so eventually we got up and silently walked back to the camp, hand in hand, parting only to put together another large meal for lunch and drink up almost all of the remaining water we’d carried with us.
We broke camp and walked our bikes back toward the hiking trail we split off from yesterday morning, hands rejoined, guiding our bikes with our outside hands. We must have been subconsciously drawing on Gaia to pull that off, because I didn’t even notice the ease with which we did it. You try towing a heavily laden mountain bike through sand with one hand. Somehow, we did.
We were so wrapped up in each other that we walked right into a group of foreign tourists hiking the trail we’d left behind yesterday…who all pulled out their ubiquitous cameras and started snapping photos! Shocked back into reality, we hopped on our bikes naked and tore out of there at high speed until we got to a safe enough distance to dress hurriedly before riding on, laughing like maniacs.
The ride back home was quiet again, introspective. We danced down the road in a bicycle ballet, swapping positions smoothly, making sinuous braided patterns with the road stripes and our lines of travel. It was easy riding, mostly downhill this direction.
We collected our tent and other things on the way back through the park, then rode straight through to my house. Kaitlyn wanted to be there with me tonight; I knew this implicitly.
We parked the bikes in the heated bike garage, and I towed her by the hand up the stairs to my bedroom, perched atop the main part of the house alone, so that it had a view in three directions, the fourth direction blocked by the stairwell and closet. We threw our clothes out over the room randomly and fell into bed together. We screwed soft and slow, Kaitlyn having several orgasms, and me back to just the one; I didn’t mind; I’d been lucky enough to have multiple orgasms through her several times recently.
It wasn’t magic any more, not truly. But it was magical.