Convenience and Compatibility by Emily Jones Page A

and Dean turns to look at me. “Please, let’s give this a
try. Let them get to know you. I’m sure they will adore you as much
as I do.”
    “Okay.” How can I refuse him? He adores
me.
    Dean smiles, visibly relieved. “Thank you. Do
you want to walk around the lake?”
    I nod and we start on the small trail that
encircles the water. This time there is not enough room for us to
walk next to each other. I have to talk over my shoulder for Dean
to hear me.
    “Have you been here before?”
    “Yes. I used to come out here with friends
and we’d go hiking. We stumbled upon this place a couple, er, I
guess it’s been about five years ago.”
    I nod and imagine a younger Dean coming here
with friends. It must be strange to lose three years of your life.
I’m a little sad for him. The rain is coming down pretty hard by
the time we get to back to the trail. Under the canopy of the trees
it’s much better, but now my feet and legs are soaked.
    “Ugh, Dean, I’m all wet.”
    I look back to him and he’s smiling at me. “I
like wet.”
    I can’t help myself; I roll my eyes at
him.
    “You roll your eyes a lot.”
    “You give me reason to roll my eyes a
lot.”
    “Oh, really?” Dean grabs me and starts
tickling my tummy. I absolutely hate being ticked. I break free
from his grasp and start running back to the trailhead. Dean
follows and we are laughing and running in the forest until my
lungs hurt. I stop short and Dean plows into me, pinning me to a
trunk of a large fir tree. We’re smiling and laughing, still out of
breath, when Dean starts pulling down the back of my pants.
    “What are you doing?” I laugh at him. He
can’t be serious. I look around for more hikers while Dean pays no
attention. He’s gotten my pants down and my shoes off quite
agilely. Sadly, I have a feeling he’s done this before. I’m both
aroused and nervous that someone will see us and contemplate
pushing him away. Then I think, fuck it, and pull my pants off over
my feet.
    Dean fumbles with his pants briefly, then
pulls me up to him. I wrap my legs around him so my weight is on
his hip bones whiles he positions his cock under me. He enters
smoothly and I exhale as he fills me. Dean thrusts into me once and
takes a step forward so my back is against the tree. I look up and
grab the lowest branches with both hands, feeling sap stick to my
fingers. Somehow that turns me on. Dean adjusts his feet slightly
for the angle change and then starts pounding into me. I can feel
my back scraping against the rough bark of the tree, but that only
turns me on more. A brief thought enters my mind that my expensive
rain jacket is going to be toast after this experience. Fuck it,
this is thrilling.
    All I can hear is Dean’s heavy breathing in
my ear. If any hikers came upon us now I’m sure we’d be oblivious.
I’m close and I let it all go – who’s going to hear me? I cry out
with my orgasm, louder than usual. A few thrusts later and Dean
comes as well; collapsing against me. I can barely breathe pinned
between Dean and the tree. Dean lifts his head from my shoulder and
swiftly kisses me on the cheek. He pulls me away and places me on
the ground.
    I’m at a loss as what to do with the sap on
my palms and the trickle of wetness going down my leg. I look up at
Dean, who’s doing up his pants, with a look that says ‘help
me.’
    He starts laughing. “Looks like we have a
problem.”
    “You don’t happen to have a tissue on you by
chance?”
    He searches though his pockets and comes up
with nothing. I guess I just deal with it. I pull my pants over the
cold wetness and put my wet feet into my wet shoes. Ugh,
disgusting.
    “Dean, we really need to plan these moments
better.”
    He laughs at me again and I can’t help but
join him. We meander back to the car but Dean doesn’t take my hand
this time. By the time we reach the trail head, my pants have glued
themselves to my leg. I take off my rain jacket and inspect the
back. Just what I