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The table beneath Edwina Teach feels so rickety, she’s certain if she puts another ounce on it, it’ll break. This curly blonde stranger nearly blinding her with want every time she kisses Ed’s inner thigh, is making it hard not to grab onto anything for some kind of leverage. So you see her dilemma here.
Muffled sounds of a crowd mingle with the slide guitar and raspy blues floating in through the planks of this rather sad excuse for a privacy room. A perfume of lust and sweat and mountain grade alcohol wafts through the crowded bar, though maybe that’s just the way it smells on its own. Walls soaked with heartbreak and rebounds and laughs and cries. After all, in this small West Virginia town, this spot in the middle of the woods looks like it’s all at once been here since the forest started and just quickly put together this afternoon.
Ed’s thin cotton dress is unbuttoned halfway up for ease of access for this stranger who is making her whimper.
“Please, I’m so wet for it,” Ed desperately clings to the vanity table for dear life, trying to hold the tension in her hands and regain some control to get her feet to the ground.
She can practically feel a smile against the lips between her thighs before she feels a tongue slide into her flaps, drinking Ed in.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ed whispers as the woman noms her pussy like she’s fucking making out with it. Maybe the blonde is.
Oh, shit, that’s hot. Fuck. Okay, remember that for masturbation fuel later. Shit. Though it may not be imagination but memory, the way she’s going to town.
Curly Sue (sure, yeah) must have felt Ed’s legs shake beneath her as she grabs onto them, stabilizing as she circles her tongue around Ed’s throbbing clit again and again.
Without warning, Ed came screaming into the dimly candlelit room, the table creaking and shaking with her. The shit must be blessed by some Appalachian witch magic or some shit.
Curly Sue licked Ed clean before standing up and if Ed didn’t know any better, she’d say that almost shy look of hers had a mischievous grin to it.
“You really know how to make a good first impression,” Ed stables herself leaning her hand against the wall above the basin, catching her breath, before buttoning at least enough buttons to cover her obliterated pussy.
“Well,” the blonde looks over Ed’s shoulder to look in the small mirror, the flickering light making her features dance. “You find time to learn a thing or two about a thing or two.”
“Hmm, so I’ve noticed.” Her eyes try to soak in the face of this woman, memorize her.
As she’s catching her breath, she watches as the blonde wash her hands and face in the basin, the water dripping down her neck, down the blonde’s button down shirt that’s grimy from wear, but clean and smells of orange and bergamot.
“Stede, by the way.”
Ed shakes out of her fantasy quickly forming, “Huh?”
“My name. It’s Stede.” She offers her hand after wiping them on her dark denim jeans.
Ed grabs the callused hand with a smile that gets interrupted when she feels how soft the blonde’s— Stede’s— hand really was.
“What’s wrong?” Stede asks, worry filling her face. “Oh, sorry, I know the calluses are—“ she tries to pull her hand away but Ed insists on holding it.
“How the fuck are your hands so soft with those huge ass calluses. I could spot them from across the room!” Ed starts practically examining Stede’s hand, grabbing the other too like they’re made of gold (maybe they are). “You a witch or something?”
“What?” A bashful flush fills her cheeks.
“That Appalachian magic, huh? I get it.”
Stede barks a laugh this time and flings her arm around Ed like she’s an old pal.
“Come on, slick.” She opens the door for them, the old hinges creaking as they exit, the tobacco and cannabis smoke wafting in now as the sounds and smells of a lively bar fills their senses again.
“Wait,” she finds the word, stopping the blonde in her tracks, her head whipping around so fast, her curls bounce with her. “Don’t you want to know my name?”
Stede closes the space between them and lays a powerful kiss on Ed’s lips. More, more, more. “Tell me over a drink.” She demands only just parting to say it before leading the way.
Giddy like a schoolgirl, Ed follows. Not that she has a choice, Stede holding her hand and all.
They spend the night dancing too close and drinking too much and laughing too loud. By the time the July night air hits Ed’s sweaty body, she welcomes the relief of keeping some of her buttons undone to let in the summer night breeze. She turns and watches the rest of the last few patrons leave with her and stede out into the clearing.
“See y’all again soon!” Jackie hollers out to the folks.
Ed waves with a “later, Jackie!” Ready but not ready to make the trek back to her place, she stands as steadily as she can watching Stede.
She can’t help but smile as the blonde figures out how to tuck her shirt in. After attempt number three, Ed decides to intervene.
“Need help?”
Stede gives up, flopping her arms to her sides and pouting before
“Wait are you—“ some form of panic rises in Ed as she sees tears well up in Stede's eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Ed rushes to her.
“My shirt won’t go in!” She almost wails.
Ed doesn’t laugh, she knows how serious this must be for drunk Stede.
“Here, here, here.”
She situates herself in front of a sniffling Stede and ties the front of the shirt together.
“There. No fuss.” Ed wipes away a tear streaming down from stede’s kind eyes.
“I might be drunk,” Stede laughs out. Ed joins and swings her arm over Stede.
“Me too. Wanna come to my place? It’s just up the road a little ways.” Nerves grab her insides, or maybe that’s the extra whiskey, as she waits for stede’s reply.
With a slow blink and a growing smile, Stede agrees and they stumble their way.
“Oh shit!” Ed spots the raspberry bush on the side of the dirt path. “Come here, you’ll love this.” She rushes them to the bush and picks a few berries before handing one to Stede who closes her lips on Ed’s fingers to take it, eyes falling shut with a glorious hmm. Ed’s mouth dries immediately and suddenly she feels the memory of that washroom.
“So good!” Stede says wide eyed as she shoves more berries right from the bush into her mouth.
“These are too good to waste.” Stede’s full mouth says. Ed does a double take when she finally looks up from the berries and notices Stede taking her shirt off now. Oh, so she didn’t have a bra on all night. Amazing discovery.
“Here, help me,” Stede turns her shirt into a makeshift bag and the two went to work to fill th sac, or, shirt with berries for the road. Maybe Ed can make breakfast out of them in the morning. Who knows?
A topless Stede and Ed finally make their way back to the path to Ed’s. And she’s really proud of herself for not ogling too much at Stede’s perfect breasts. Not large, but present and oh so perfect, in case she didn’t mention before. It’s made even more difficult when Stede throws berries in the air and catches them and her tits move just right. Fuck, Ed’s going to need to finger herself to sleep tonight. Well, unless blondie would wanna go for round two, please oh god please.
They round the corner to a clearing in the wooded area, revealing Ed’s house. A humble shack with a tin roof, but the structure is sturdy, clearly built 40-some odd years prior. The fixtures, windows, doors, all seem to be patchworked together. Three steps lead to the porch where a rocking chair, small table, and ashtray sit.
Ed almost loses her balance when she steps onto the porch, but finds her footing in just enough time for Stede to come by her side and stable her up. She feels herself up before remembering where she put the key. Reaching to her hair, she unties the ribbon holding half her hair and uses the key attached to let them in the door, keeping the door open when they’re inside.
“Sorry for the mess,” she picks up a couple of strewn about newspaper clippings and shoves them into a corner. “Please, make yourself at home,” Ed works quickly to light the oil lamp on the table in the middle of the room. Once lit, the bed bed in the corner is illuminated and the empty fireplace where remnants of supper still linger.
Stede lays down her shirt of berries (well, more just a stained shirt now with most of the berries eaten) on the table and stands just behind Ed as she places the bulb on the lamp.
“There,” Ed says straightening up. “It’s not much, but it’s cozy.”
“It’s perfect, Edwina.” Stede’s nipples are hard, not that Ed noticed, but she imagines the texture of Stede’s nipples on her tongue and is almost distracted by it before Stede speaks again.
“Wanna smoke?”
***
Edwina tries to suppress the cough, but can’t anymore. The skunky smoke billows out of her mouth as she hands the thick blunt to Stede who takes a long drag. Stede makes these smoke rings before letting out the rest, her bare chest splayed for the trees and night air to see as she leans her elbows on the top step of Ed’s porch.
“God, listen to the wind whistling through those trees,” Ed says, picking the blunt out of stede’s fingers when offered. “I believe it’ll storm.” She takes another hit, the whiskey still holding strong in her system, but waning.
“I believe you’re right, ma’am,” Stede surveys the sky.
The trees move with the wind around them, picking up ever so slightly.
“So was I right earlier too?” Ed asks, hitting the blunt again before passing.
“About what?”
Ed means back to match stede’s posture leaning against her porch, both have this now bare feet extended in front of them off the step. Her thin fabric of the dress riding up so much her pussy can feel the wind, but she can’t seem to find a fuck to give. In fact, she welcomes it in this July heat.
“You a witch?” Ed has a smile she doesn’t know how to get rid of.
Stede’s laugh is punctuated with bits of smoke.
“You’ll have to just find out won’t you.”
Okay fuck that was so hot. why was that so hot? Must be the humidity. Mountain air gets crazy right before a storm.
“What do you do?” Ed finds herself weirdly sincere considering she’d actually rather they just fucked right here right now on this porch.
“I own a small farm near town a ways.”
“That explains that.” Ed whispers.
“Explains what?” The curls twist when she turns her head to see Ed.
“Those great big calluses.” She grabs Stede’s free hand and traces over the callus on her palm. “These hands only know work, huh.”
Finally, Ed’s successful in leaving Stede the one speechless. Distant thunder is heard.
“Ope.” Stede barely says, puncturing their buzzing space. “Looks like you were right again.”
Ed meets stede’s eyes, half lidded and searching for some kind of permission in Ed’s face. She feels small drops on her feet before she leans in, leaving only space for a breath and a half between them.
“Right about what?” Ed asks, sprinkles of rain falling on her arms. Stede looks into Ed before leaning back and taking another hit, only this time she leans back in and Ed instinctively opens her mouth and receives Stede’s smoke, closing the gap to lock the smoke in Ed’s mouth with a kiss.
Rain begins at a light, steady pace, but who the fuck cares? Stede’s bare chest is leaning on Ed’s nearly fully unbuttoned dress at this point and the blunt is all but abandoned for this. The rain dances around them and sure they probably should go inside, but why interrupt this glorious moment.
Stede works to unbutton the last couple buttons still holding the dress together, made harder by the rain soaking the two. To return the favor, Ed works Stede's pants off and tosses them near the open front door.
Ed grabs stede’s rain-soaked face and locks her lips to Stede’s, pushing hair off of the woman’s forehead for her. She feels Stede’s fingers slide into her, working her clit immediately.
Her head falls back as she arches her back into Stede’s touch. “Yes, yes, yes, please.” Is all she can get out, the cannabis and last remnants of whiskey keeping her dizzy with the feeling of this. Then she realizes she feels Stede’s pussy on her thigh as her lips move to Ed’s neck.
“Yes, yes, yes, ride me while you finger me, mamma, please.”
Ed appreciates Stede simply moaning to acknowledge that. She loves talking during a good fuck, but the rain, though sexy, is getting cold.
Stede’s breath begins to match Ed’s pace, sliding up and down her thigh as her fingers work around Ed’s clit. The gentle scratch from the nails Stede clearly bites off feeling oddly nice as she starts to feel the tension in her rise.
Their collective climax harmonizing with the thunder that shakes the trees that are silhouetted by the lightening strike. The steady rain turns on like a faucet to unleash a downpour.
“Oh fuck,” stede jumps up. As Stede helps her to her feet, ed thanks the candlelight spilling outside just enough for her to make out Stede ginger pubic hair and hard, pale nipples.
Ed’s dress clings to her already cold skin as the girls huddle together to rush inside, picking up Stede's jeans on the way.
Peeling off the dress, Ed grabs a couple of towels from the corner shelf near the fireplace and tosses one to stede.
“Make yourself at home, I’ll get a fire going.” Ed flings her towel around her neck as she starts tearing bits of newspaper and twigs from the kindling pile to start the fire. Within a matter of minutes, the fire’s roaring.
“You’re pretty good at that,” Stede lilts behind her.
Stede’s body practically sparkles with the light of the flames dancing across the room, highlighting the droplets of rain yet to be dried.
“You look pretty good doing it, too,” Stede’s smirk enflames Ed’s insides and suddenly she’s ready for round two. Or three. Or whatever.
“You look pretty, laying on your side like that, driving me nuts.” That was maybe an inside thought, but who cares.
The smirk on Stede’s face turns mischievous.
“Oh, you like how I look, huh?”
“You know I do,” Ed laughs and slowly kneels a leg on the bed before joining Stede, cuddling into the little spoon automatically. Like it’s how it’s always been. Stede wraps the two of them in the bedspread and huddles them tight.
The rain patters on the tin roof and window next to the bed, wind whistling through the small slats in the door as the trees paint the sky with the wind.
Though Ed was ready for another round, she fell under Stede’s apparent spell, finding comfort in the blonde’s gentle breath on her neck. Ed syncs her breath with Stede’s before falling asleep in a matter of what feels like seconds. Held warm by the arms of the orange and bergamot scented blonde, Stede Bonnet. A woman she must get to know more of. ASAP.