Time Travel Cum: Linda's Story

I will assume that you have read Babe's book. So, I won't delve too deeply into the backstory or any of that.

She was right, though; even from the start, Babe and I were best friends. I loved her from the beginning, and that love continued to grow as we did. As our bodies were growing, I thought I saw her looking at me differently, but I was not sure if that was because she was or because I wanted her to look at me differently. So, I thought, "Whatever," and went after the boys.

Now, meanwhile, I started discovering a little bit about myself. The first time I gave myself an orgasm, I found myself in some stranger's house. How is THAT for a discovery?

Needless to say, I freaked out and ran out of the house - then discovered it WAS my house, just not in my timeline. It took me a little bit to figure that part out, but once I got it, I got it.

The next part was a little bit more complicated. I knew almost instantaneously that when I had made myself cum, I had made myself travel through time. There was something about the way my pussy felt when I was about to achieve that did not mesh with anything I had read before. Just before I achieved it, I could feel a slight sensation, almost like electricity, within me, and I swear I could practically sense and hear an electrical crackle the moment I reached it. If you haven't had it, I don't think I can adequately describe it.

Anyhow, I knew almost from the start that cumming was my lead way through time travel. I just had no idea how. It took me a couple of tries, but eventually, I figured out that with an internal vaginal orgasm, I would travel back in time; a clitoral orgasm would send me forward in time. Pretty straightforward.

The timing was a whole other thing. Simply, I could not figure out that damn math. It was not as simple as "play with yourself for three seconds; go forward three days." No. Nowhere nearby. And during those first few times, I had no clue. I just knew that I was in the past and had to get back to my usual time.

I ended up trying a dozen times or so before finally getting somewhere near our time, and once I did, I told myself to stop until I had all figured out--no more playing with myself.

The problem was that I was still a pretty horny 18-year-old girl. I mean, I was going into hyperdrive. It was like, 'Hey, I'm legal now, and I can pursue guys of all sorts and ages now!' At least ones that were of legal age.

Truth be told, I lost my virginity before she did. Yes, I know, she said differently. Not true. It just wasn't perfect--same with the next person and the next, and so on down the line.

I was not being a slut! I mean, I was on birth control, and I was screwing a different guy a week, so I guess that does make me a slut. However, I felt like something was building up inside me. It was almost like I had to have a nice, good cum with a guy to feel complete, you know? As I mentioned, I was 18 years old.

I asked around to a few friends and some fellow sluts and finally targeted this one guy. He was a little bit older, in his mid-20s, but he was chiseled and was said to be very generous in bed. So, I approached him and let him know that I wanted to fuck him and that I needed someone to make me cum. He seemed to appreciate that.

Babe and I shared an apartment at the time, separate rooms. I took him into my room. I knew Babe would be listening. I didn't mind. It got me off a little bit, knowing she might be playing with herself while I was getting fucked.

So, Gabe or Gary, or whatever his name was, started kissing me. He was a good kisser. An excellent kisser. His mouth tasted nice, he smelled nice, he stuck his tongue gently in mine, and we played with tongues for a little bit.

By then, he had his hand on my tits and was fondling them, a lot gentler than a lot of the boys I had seen before. Yes, this person knew what they were doing!

After a few minutes, he had my shirt unbuttoned, and my bra was on the floor. He's playing with my tits, and I can feel myself getting pretty wet. I have his pants around his knees and am jerking him off, exploring the size and shape of his cock. It was pretty nice.

He leans back and watches me stroke him for a little bit. We stop kissing, and I just sit up, stroking him, watching his cock move in my hands. He's rubbing my back, caressing my tits, stuff like that. I am just getting hotter and hotter.

Finally, I lay down in the bed between his legs, stroking him close to my face now. Sometimes, I would blow on it a little bit, and he seemed to love it.

"Listen," I said. "I've been talking to some of the other girls about you." I read his face for a reaction. He just nodded, watching me. "I've heard that if you start fucking, you cum pretty quickly. Like after just a couple of minutes."

He nodded again. "That would be right."

I kept jerking him, getting my face closer to his cock. At one point, it touched my cheek. I said to him, in a quieter voice, "But a couple said they sucked you off, and you came that way. And when you were hard again, you could fuck for hours."

He nodded again. "That would also be right."

I smiled and engulfed his cock.

As I mentioned, I had been with many boys before. Some of them never got a chance to fuck me - I was a rather good cocksucker after a few months. I knew what to do to make them cum, good and hard.

After I engulfed him, I planted a bunch of kisses all over his shaft, going slowly up and down, licking it every once in a while. Then I gave some even more tender kisses on his tip before flicking my tongue out, licking it, and then taking him in my mouth again.

Then I would get down on my knees between his legs like I was in a praying position, sliding my lips up and down his cock, stroking him with my hand with every bounce of my head. My tongue would dance all over my mouth, all over his shaft, all over his tip. I would let much spittle build up in my mouth. Usually, by the time I was done, there would be a wet pile of spit at the base of his cock.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth with a "pop" and started licking his balls. He liked that, so I sucked on them for a little bit. Oh yeah, was he getting into it - his eyes were closed, and his balls were tensing.

I wrapped my lips around his cock again and started sucking him and pumping him faster. Suddenly, he became quiet for a second, then squirted right into my mouth. No warning, no real sign he was about to cum, but there I was with his load splashing all over my tonsils.

But he tasted good. So, I sucked him as he came, urging every drop from his balls, gulping down his load with each pump in my mouth. I had always been told it was much more polite to swallow than to spit.

By then, I am fucking wet as fuck. Without a word, I hop from the bed, pull off my jeans and panties, take a big sip of soda that was on the nightstand, lay down beside him, and practically thrust his hand in my pussy.

That was where he had earned his reputation. He was not one of those guys who would paw at you. He would gently run his finger along my pussy lips, getting his fingers nice and wet, spreading my wetness, slowly but surely sliding his fingers further and further between my pussy lips. After a few minutes of this, and I am fucking drenched!

Without a word, he rolls over between my legs and starts licking my pussy. In the end, he certainly was not the best pussy eater I had run into, but he sure as hell was not the worst. He knew how to accomplish the task.

And I needed the job done.

He had a finger inside of me, and he was running his tongue along my clit, real fast like. I had my hand on the back of his head, holding him there. I could feel that warm feeling spreading through my body.

I had never cum before that night... otherwise, what happened would not have been a surprise. But even with that, I knew when the moment was coming and what was to come. I was cumming.

By then, he is sucking on my clit and finger fucking me with two fingers. I let out a moan and, for just a moment, felt my body disconnect from my mind.

But I still noticed it. The world was turning white, all glowy. It turned all foggy, like everywhere around us, and things went completely out of focus. "What the hell is going on here?" Gary or Gabe or whatever screamed.

When the world came back into focus, we were dead ass naked in the middle of a field.

Our clothes were nowhere to be seen.

He looked around in panic, looked at me in panic, and without a word, took off running into the distance, buck assed naked.

Me, I just sat, pulled my knees to my chest, put my chin on my knees, and shook all over, crying and scared as fuck.

When I recovered, I was lying on the ground, still naked. Not so horny, either.

It was getting dark, so I felt safer taking a look around. I mean, I didn't want to look around, but I had to do something. Just sitting in that open field naked was not going to get me a damn thing. So, I walked.

I found a fur wrap hanging from a branch, seemingly at random. Or at least I had thought so. I walked a little bit further and jumped when I saw him there.

He stood in a clearing, waiting, and watching as if he were there for me. He smiled and nodded. I gulped and nodded.

"I... I.... I..." I stuttered.

He smiled. "I know. You are lost. But you have been found. Soon, everything will be explained." He began walking and motioned me to follow.

What choice did I have but to comply? He did not have the eyes of a killer.

We walked for more than a mile before coming to a simple cabin in the woods. It was solidly built and comfortable, with all the furs inside. Some candles were placed around, and a fire burning in the middle made the place very welcoming.

He sat by the fire and motioned me to do the same. He took a plate and handed it to me, taking another plate for himself. It had some simple bread and a bit of meat on it, which turned out to be fish and fowl. It tasted good, and I needed it badly. We ate in silence.

"What is going on... uh... sir?" I asked him finally.

He only stared into the fire. "You call me Real Man," he said.

I nodded. "OK. Real Man. What is going on?"

I'm not sure why you call me a Real Man. That is not my real name. But you have had problems pronouncing my real name, so it's "Real Man' that you call me.

I was thoroughly confused. I had never set eyes on this man before. "Uh. OK. That doesn't explain what's going on here to me.

To the best of his abilities, he spent the next few minutes explaining to me the wonders of my time-traveling pussy.

Needless to say, I was skeptical.

"I can prove it to you," he said, moving towards me.

I pulled back a little bit. "I hardly know you, and I don't think I can just cum in just like that," I said, snapping my fingers.

He nodded, looking back towards the fire. "That is a talent which will come later, but you will have to teach yourself that."

I sighed in exasperation.

Then, I fell promptly asleep.

I am not sure how long I slept. Hours? Days? Hello, years?

But when I woke up, the guy I had met when I first arrived was sitting in a corner of the cabin, chewing on something. He smiled when I rose.

"So, where am I?"

"You have a gift that you discovered a few years ago, but you haven't yet learned to control," he told me matter-of-factly.

I nodded. "Uh... yeah... kind of private." Never told anyone about it."

"You have never told anyone in your time. But you have to let others know at other times."

I gulped. I was afraid when I discovered that I could time travel by making myself cum, that I might run into this. Damn, paradoxes.

I let out a breath of air in a huff. "So, how in the fuck do I control this?"

"You must have a teacher you can rely on."

A glared at him. "Is that you?" I looked him over. He was a little bit older than me, but still pretty damn good-looking. I guess if I was going to have a teacher...

"We will have sex, yes," he said bluntly. "But I am not to be your master. I am aware of your gift, but I know extraordinarily little about controlling it."

I eyed him suspiciously. "OK. So, who is going to help me control my gift?"

"Someone you trust more than anyone else. She will be here shortly.

"When exactly is short?"

He shook his head. "I do not know. But I trust she will be here in good time."

Three days later, I walked into the cabin.

Not me; I didn't walk into the cabin.

I walked into the cabin. The other me. Another me.

Make sense?

Sure, as fuck didn't to me.

Honest Man and I were working on some furs, cleaning them off when the cabin door opened.

He broke out into a big smile.

I let out a little scream when I saw a mirror image of me walking through the cabin door.

I mean, it was me. I could tell it was me. But I was a bit different. From the start, I could sense a slight aura around me, as if I had more awareness or something I wasn't sure about.

Her eyes settled on me, and she smiled slightly, but her gaze darted around the cabin as if to ensure there was nothing else there. She held her head up a little and didn't slouch like I did.

But she was still 18 years old. But, wow, was I stacked?

I was never chubby or anything, but I did have a couple of extra curves here and there. It made my tits a little bit bigger, which was nice. And some guys liked the extra on the butt.

But the future is me, wow. Stacked beyond all belief. I was fucking perfect, and I didn't look like I was starving to get that look.

Oh, did I mention that she was completely naked?

Yes, she was completely naked. Tan, all over that, made her hair seem even blonder. Not a disgusting, way-too-much tan, either, but an extremely healthy tan. The hair was all frizzled--no beaver hair. Tits pointing straight out. No makeup, be she didn't need it. She looked like a fucking top-notch model.

Her eyes locked on me again, and she smiled. I have no idea what kind of effect my smile has on people, but this one almost knocked me to the ground. It was one of those smiles that would make the recipient do nearly anything for the person who delivered it.

She walked gracefully and swiftly to me and took me in her arms.

You read a lot in books about time paradoxes and how horrible it would be for a person from one time period to meet with themselves from another period because the same matter cannot exist in the same place at the same time.

Hell, maybe that is true... but the whole thing where the two people explode when touching is complete bullshit. Later on, she explained that we were not the same matter - she was, in fact, a 77-year-old version of me and that all the cells in my 18-year-old body were not in my 93-year-old body. Sure, she looked like me - but a lot fucking sexier - but all of those cells had died off and been replaced by other cells through time. So, yeah, exploding me was not going to happen.

She hugged me tight. I could sense a slight electrical current flowing between us, literally.

Then she kissed me. And not like one of those kisses your aunt gives you, but one of those wow kisses. She put her finger under my chin, held it up and steady, put her lips on mine, slid her tongue inside of my mouth, and gave me a full-on "I wanna fuck you right now" kind of kiss. Again, I could feel little bits of electricity.

The electricity. About that. Okay, the part I mentioned earlier about all of my present cells being replaced by different cells from my future self was true. However, some of the old atoms still existed in both bodies. When those two cells meet, they try to bind. Hence the little electrical feeling.

It was one of the best kisses I had ever had in my young life.

No, who am I kidding? Up to that time, it was the best kiss I had ever had.

I felt my knees getting a little bit weak.

She laid me down in the furs, still kissing me passionately, and me kissing her back passionately. I swear I could feel little bits of electricity in my brain firing off on each other.

Next thing I know, her hand is between my legs. I was soaked to the bone by that time.

She grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy. She was soaked, too.

I pulled back for a second. "I... this is weird..." I spoke.

She nodded and smiled. "But it is wonderful, isn't it, Linda?" she smiled as she stroked my pussy. It feels bizarre to call you that.

I bit my lower lip as she slid a finger inside of me. "This is all very weird." I opened my eyes and looked into her eyes. "This isn't incest, is it?"

She laughed out loud. "We are not related. We are ourselves."

I shrugged. Made sense to me. I slid a finger inside of her pussy, making her groan, and went back to kissing her.

All right, some more confession time.

When I came of age, I said I was horny for boys. That was true, mostly.

But Babe made me horny.

Whenever I played with myself and thought of boys, they were always generic, without a specific type of face.

Every once in a while, though, I would find myself fantasizing about Babe going down on me or me going down on Babe. I could make myself cum then, let me tell you! In real life, we had only exchanged little friendly hugs in stuff, but in the fantasy world, that girl gave me some incredible orgasms.

In short, I was horny for boys and rarely thought about sex with other girls, but it was not a foreign thought.

When I was kissing the future me, I was very horny for a girl. Well, a couple of them. Yes, it was incredibly hot watching me play with my pussy - but a few times, my mind would bounce back and forth and pretend it was Babe instead of me.

That made me even better.

But, when in the future I gently pushed the present on my back in the furs, spread my legs, and started eating me, it became all about me.

I could feel little bits of electricity going through my body when her tongue glided softly over my pussy. Gently licking at me as if I were her popsicle. As I mentioned earlier, I was soaked thoroughly, and I was gobbling that up! I mean, she was letting out little moans and groans, and I could see her humping the furs as she ate me.

She had both of her hands on opposite sides of my pussy, spreading it a little bit for her tongue and lips. Her tongue kept darting from my inner walls to my clit, giving me head with loving care.

It did not last long.

I felt the crackle, heard the snap, and watched the world turn light blue.

Oh. Yes! About that!

Babe always said that when I came with her, she would see the world turn white. Probably right from her point of view, I cannot see from her eyes.

But, for me, it was different. When I would cum, the world would either turn light blue or light red. To me, the world was either blue-shifting or red-shifting.

If I were cumming from vaginal stimulation, the world would appear to redshift. I was going back in time; I was essentially going away; I was red shifting. When I was cumming from clitoral stimulation, the world would appear blue; I was going forward in time; I was blue shifting.

So, when future me made present me cum for the first time, she was licking me internally and caused a red shift, causing us to travel forward in time.

Simple.

Because she had been going back and forth between my pussy and my clit, we only went forward a week or so. I hadn't figured out how to control my cums at the time, so I guess she was doing it for me.

She kept on eating me after I came, going back and forth between my pussy and clit again. I came again; this time, the world turned red, and we were more or less back in our own time once more.

"Wow," I said.

She grinned from between my legs. "Wow, yes, indeed."

She crawled up and started kissing me passionately again, but this time I could taste my pussy juices. I wondered to myself if the pussy juices from my future self would taste the same.

I rolled her onto her back, diving between her spread legs with animal hunger. I devoured that pussy, eating with pure and simple lust.

She tasted a little different from me, but wow, did she taste fucking good!

She was also good and horny and came after a couple of seconds.

The world did not turn red or blue. It stayed the same.

"How did you do that?" I asked from between her spread legs.

"Trade secret," she said, her breath coming in short, heavy gasps.

"So... am I being let into the secret, or am I being left out in the dark?"

She sighed and sat up cross-legged. I wish I could, but I'm not at liberty to tell you too much. For some reason, the universe seems to prefer not to reveal too many of its secrets. I cannot tell you what will happen to you in the future."

"Oh. Can you tell me how to get back?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes. Orgasms."

"I kinda already knew that!"

She nodded. "I know." She let out another sigh. I have much advice to offer you... But I cannot. Again, the universe does not like too many answers being given. I cannot tell you about our future; I cannot offer any advice beyond what you already know.

"Bummer," I said.

She nodded again. "We also cannot spend much time together." She brushed her forearm. Little flakes of skin fell off her arm, the flakes sparkling slightly in the sunlight. "We do not explode into nothingness if we are together for too long - but the universe does not seem to like us being together for too long. Otherwise," she shrugged. "There is too much of a danger of secrets being traded."

"And what if you do tell me what happens in the future?"

I shrugged. "I have no idea. But it won't be good. Things could change so much that if you try to return to your regular time, it will be gone.

"So, you can't change the future. We can't change the past, but we can change the future."

"Not exactly. We can make very subtle changes that will help us in the future, but making a major change can be a terrible idea. Killing Hitler in 1908 might seem like a great idea, but it could lead to a worse future. Buying a couple of stocks to make yourself richer in the future is not such a bad idea. It's a bit of a gray area, but trust me, you'll figure it out."

I nodded, staring at her in the eyes. "You are here, so I guess I do."

She smiled. You're getting a little bit of it, but you have a whole lot to do. The path is complicated, but it's worth it. She pulled a device out of a nearby pile of furs. It resembled a large, silver calculator, with a screen that was much larger than that of a typical calculator and significantly more complex in design. She glanced at it and sighed to herself. "I have to be going now."

She leaned over and gave me a loving kiss. "Farewell, lovely me, until I see you next time." She placed her hands between her legs, began rubbing herself, and disappeared into a small flash of light.

I lay back into the furs, letting out a long sigh. My head was swimming, and I was fucking confused as fuck. I fell asleep for almost seconds.

I woke up to Real Man eating my pussy.

I'm not sure how long I've been asleep. It was daylight outside, but it looked like morning now.

I seem to remember having some very sexy dreams when I was out. A real man must have noticed that and took the opportunity to give me some head. I certainly was not going to complain. The man knew how to use his tongue.

"Hey there," I said with a smile, looking down at him.

He smiled. "Hello." He promptly put his head down and continued eating my pussy.

Just when I was about to cum, he pulled his head back, lay back in the furs, and let out a sigh. "I cannot make you orgasm," he said in his usual as-a-matter-of-fact way.

"Why not?" I stammered. I wanted to cum.

"If you orgasm, we will travel through time. I cannot leave this place."

"All right... are you not allowed to leave this place, or are you physically unable to leave, or do you not want to leave?"

He smiled. "If only it were that easy." He sighed again, resting his chin on his knees. "This is my place. This is where I was born; this is where I live, and this is where I will eventually die. You have told me about the many wonders of the other worlds out there, past and future. I have seen them with my own eyes. But that is as far as it can go. To see it in person..." he drifted off and shook his head.

"What?"

"It would drive me mad," he said quietly.

I thought about it and nodded slowly. Those other worlds were his to know from future me, but they were not his to see.

I pulled my knees up, mimicking him, and put my head on top of them. "So, what do we do?"

He smiled. It seemed like a sad smile. "You will have to go soon. You must learn the ways to control your powers. And you must know them from the one who is best to teach you.

"You/'re talking about me, aren't you? Am I going to get to fuck me again?"

He smiled again and shook his head. "It is not. We must get some rest. She will be here soon." He rolled over and promptly fell asleep. Damn it, I hated how easy he made that look!

I rolled over and tossed and turned all night until I drifted into a fitful sleep.

The following day, it was raining hard.

Real Man awoke and prepared a filling, warm breakfast for us.

We ate in peace.

After we ate, he silently took my hand and led me outside.

It was raining cats and dogs out there. A nearby stream had broken its banks, flooding a nearby flood plain. But, unlike the future, it didn't cause millions of dollars in damage. It was nature's way.

In the pelting rain, we walked through the woods until we reached a spot that seemed rather nondescript compared to the rest of the trees and other features in the area.

"Your travel guide will be here soon," he said, nodding and smiling.

A few moments later, I heard a nearby branch crack, and a figure dressed in a dark cloak, wholly covered, approached us.

Real Man smiled. "I now leave you in good hands." He nodded at the cloaked figure as he walked past it, then disappeared into the woods and out of my sight.

I looked at the cloaked figure.

The clocked figure looked at me.

A hood was pulled over their head, enshrouding their face in shadow. The robe hung loosely lover the figure, reaching the ground, covering their feet.

I cleared my throat.

The figure only continued to look at me, then let out a long sigh.

"If you are not going to speak, I don't know exactly what you expect us to accomplish," I said after several minutes of awkward silence.

The figure held up a gloved hand.

"I am sorry," said a soft, deep voice. "It has been so long since I have seen you... so, so long."

"Do we know each other?"

The figure nodded.

They pulled the cloak over their head.

Babe stood before me, a soft, sad look on her face. "Oh, Linda," she said quietly, her voice almost cracking. I've missed you so much. Oh, so much."

My hands automatically went to my mouth, a small gasp escaping my lips.

Needless to say, when I realized where I was, I thought I would never see her again. Yes, sure, I knew I had these powers to travel through time - but I had no idea how the fuck I would ever end up back with her again.

I need to go back again and explain more things about Babe.

I told you that we were lifelong friends.

I also mentioned that I thought she might have had a little crush on me. But I was not sure.

You know what it's like being young and confused and all that. I was certainly all of that. Yeah, I lusted after boys.

But deep down inside, I liked the girls, too.

I mean, how was it going to look to the rest of the school when they found out one of their head cheerleaders often fantasized about eating out with her best friend?

Oh, yes. There was that. Yes, I had a massive crush on Babe. A HUGE Crush.

I got some fairly good damn grades in school. To many of the other students and teachers, I was a smooth talker.

But not around Babe. No, even after all of those years, I could turn into a babbling idiot around her.

It drove me fucking crazy. I mean, the harder I tried to impress her, the more I turned into... well, into a ditz.

I will not lie. I had quite a few tearful evenings as I grew up, becoming increasingly frustrated that I couldn't express my true feelings for her.

In the end, it was our friendship that prevented me from saying anything to her. I did not want to lose our friendship.

Again, when I was young, I had a reputation as a young woman who could get any young man she wanted. I had a reputation for being able to get any young woman I wanted.

The problem was that I cared deeply about and was fond of the young woman I genuinely wanted, and I was terrified of revealing the whole truth to her. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I feared she wouldn't feel the same way for me and that our friendship would come crashing down.

For years, I kept my feelings to myself. Yes, it hurt. It hurt a lot.

Yes, I came close to telling her. A couple of times, I came remarkably close to kissing her.

But the voices inside of me fought me every time. And so, my love for her went unrequited.

As you know from Babe's book, THAT was a fucking lie! Damn it! I could have been making love to that sweet girl for all my years, but it's not like I have a time machine or anything.

So. Anyway. Back to now. Or, back to the "now" in the story, which also happens to be hundreds of years ago.

Look. It's not all THAT confusing.

I might be trying to convince myself that more than I am convincing you.

As the sky let loose a hard rain, a bolt of lightning nearby, and a crack of thunder that could split the eardrums, I stood perfectly still, frozen, awed at the creature standing before me.

It was most certainly Babe. She had her face; she had her smile.

Her eyes scanned me, a glimmer of past fondness passing across her face as she took me in.

"My goodness, you are so beautiful," she said quietly. "You have always been. You still are. But... young you. Wow."

I will admit I was a little confused by that at first until I thought about it.

I looked into her face.

She was still the young, beautiful Babe I had grown up with. Not a wrinkle on her face, her short hair and straight bangs framing her wondrously beautiful face perfectly.

There was not a wrinkle around her full lips, which she held in a slight smile pointed at me.

There were no lines in her eyes.

But her eyes... they looked so old. Inside. As if they had seen a thousand years, lived a hundred lives, and watched a million deaths.

There was a hint of sadness in those eyes, yet they still shone with gladness at seeing me.

With a sob, I quickly walked towards her and took her into a tight hug, which she returned, nestling her face into my hair.

She held me tight, swaying us back and forth, side to side. "Oh, Linda, I have missed you so much," she whispered.

She broke our hug and took my hand, walking through the woods, our bodies drenched but not caring.

We finally settled upon Real Man's home. He was not inside.

Inside, Babe shook off the cloak. I noticed how old it looked, how beat up it was. It was clean... but it looked like it had been around for a hundred years.

She gently shook the water off the cloak and removed it.

She was completely naked,

I let out a small gasp.

I had seen Babe naked hundreds of times before when we were younger, lusting over her body.

But at that moment, before my eyes, she had undergone a change.

She had changed, in my mind, from that cute little friend I had a burning crush on to a full-blown naked baby. So, I did what any woman in my situation would do.

I stood there with my mouth open, unable to utter a word.

Yes, such a smooth talker, am I?

She turned to me, looking in my eye, her head slightly cocked and biting her lower lip, a small smile on her face and her eyebrows arched.

Inside, I melted even more. Naturally, words failed to escape through my still-open mouth.

She smiled and held out her hand.

I looked at her hand in confusion, as if it were an asp or something.

She giggled and took my hand.

She pulled me close to me and wrapped her arms around me, her naked body pressed against my fur-covered body.

"Oh, Babe," I breathed heavily, barely choking out the words.

She smiled, put her hand behind my head, pulled it close to her, and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever received in my young life. Her tongue slid into my mouth, searching for mine, her lips pressed hard against mine, her breath softly going into my mouth gaping.

I turned into jelly in her arms and almost collapsed on the floor.

She attacked my neck, kissing and nibbling at it, driving me crazy. I felt my breath getting deeper. My mind was swimming. Good grief, until a few moments ago, I was pining for the fact that I thought I would never see my best friend.

As the furs I was wearing hit the ground, the sky fell loose.

"Babe," I said as she continued attacking my neck with her teeth. "We are getting soaked."

"You bet we are," she said with a deep sigh, tracing her lips between my breasts.

"The creek is flooding!"

"Mhm. My creek is flooding too, Linda," she whispered as she took one of my nipples into her mouth.

My knees gave out, and I crashed to the ground, she is following me. We both splashed in the rising water.

"Oh. Fuck," Babe said, looking around. "You were speaking literally."

I nodded fast and hard, my wet hair drooping over my eyes. "Real Man's place is on high enough ground," I said, grabbing her hand and running towards the cabin.

"Won't he be there?"

I shook my head as we ran into the torrential downfall. "He said he had somewhere to go and would not be back for a week," I shouted over a crack of thunder.

When we arrived at the cabin, we were drenched.

But we did not care.

Her wet hair covering her eyes, Babe grabbed me tight, pulled me close to her, and planted a deep, loving, passionate kiss on my lips.

I grabbed her, kissing her just as hard, pressing my body onto hers.

Fuck, I wanted her so fucking bad it almost hurt!

We fell to the tent floor into the furs, kissing passionately, rolling around in the softness. Both of our hands were behind each other's heads, holding our faces in place as we kissed, neither of us willing to let the other go.

She pulled her lips away from mine, looking at me with a massive grin on her face.

She shoved her hand between my legs, her fingers deftly sliding inside of me.

I arched my back and let out a massive cry of pleasure, gasping for air as I felt her fingers slide in and out of me.

"Listen, Babe," I said, gasping for air as she fingered me. There is something you should know. When I cum..."

She kissed me softly on the lips. "I know. Let me worry about it."

I looked at her, confused.

She smiled. I know what I'm doing. We will talk later."

I have finger fucked myself many times. And I have had many boys finger fuck me through the years.

To say I am the best when it comes to finger fucking myself needs to go without saying, though I will say it anyhow. I am the best when it comes to finger fucking myself. I know how fast to go, how deep, how many fingers when, every little move inside of myself that gets my engine going.

At least, I THOUGHT I was the best at finger fucking myself until Babe's finger fucked me. Oh, that little innocent-looking sweetie knew precisely what to do.

Four times, count them, four times she got me off in about 10 minutes. I am fucking serious. That girl knows how to finger fuck a pussy, how to massage a clit, how to split those lips. All with just her fingers.

Yes, we popped back and forth through time. Yes, the world drifted away for a moment, turned white, and then popped.

After each of those orgasms, we were still in the tent. There had been changes made each time, but I was certainly in no condition to inspect the decor, so I didn't notice it all that much.

When she got me off the fourth time, she slowed things down, softly, and gently kissing me again as her fingers stroked my inner thigh.

I could hear the rain hitting the tent outside.

Is it still the same day as when we started?

Babe snuggled up to me and kissed me softly on the neck. "It is, yes, Linda.," she said in a whisper.

"So... you know... about me?"

She bit her lower lip and nodded. "I, uh... this is not our first time together."

I knitted my eyebrows. "I beg to differ. I would remember."

She shook her head. "No, I mean..." She sighed and kissed my lips softly. "I have been with you before. Future you. Older you." She paused and hurriedly added, "Not that much older. Still young and hot. But older than you are right now."

"I am so fucking confused," I said. Then, I let out a long sigh. "But that was one of the best series of orgasms I have had in a long, long time." I swallowed nervously.

Babe giggled. "I know it takes a lot out of you, sweetie," she said as she shifted in the furs, taking me gently into her arms and laying my head on her chest.

I nodded my head. "Yeah. Who knew time travel would be such a lot of work? And so much fun!" I said with a giggle.

She giggled back.

Yet, in the back of my mind, I could tell it was a sad, almost lonely giggle.

Maybe I was just tired, I thought to myself as I nestled my head in her bosom and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I thought it was a dream. But no. There I lay, my head still resting on Babe's tits. They may not have been big tits, but wow, they were comfortable. One of the best night's sleeps I ever had!

Except it was still night.

Gently, trying not to wake her, I got up and went outside.

The rain had stopped, and the sky had cleared. The moon was barely a sliver, just coming up over the horizon. In the distance, I could hear the babble of the creek.

I sat down in the wet grass, cross-legged, and didn't mind the moisture. Hello, I was still naked anyway. The feeling of the wet grass on my nude butt felt good.

The stars were out everywhere. A splash of white went across the sky, the Milky Way, brighter than I had ever seen in any of my young years.

I thought about the recent days. What had it been, four days? Five? Maybe three? I had almost lost track, and so much had happened; my life had been completely turned upside down.

I had no idea where I was or when it was.

I had no idea how to get back.

Sure, some great stuff had happened. I had lost my virginity to Real Man.

I had sex with myself. That was pretty awesome.

Then my best friend in the world came along, and there she was in the tent.

Then I remembered him.

The boy.

The boy who had been eating me made me cum, bought me here, then disappeared into the woods.

What the fuck happened to him?

I looked around the woods as if they would give me the answer as if asking that question would take him from the woods and into the tent.

Naturally, that did not bring him.

With a sigh, I retook my head to the sky.

A sliver of the moon was still traveling along the starry sky. I watched it move, almost in fascination, as if for the first time, blotting out several stars while letting through the light of other stars on the other side.

An owl called in the distance.

Another, further away, answered.

Crickets chirped nearby.

A few frogs and toads croaked in the creek, which continued to babble along.

I lay down, the wet grass enveloping me. It felt good, calm, ticking, soft.

Still, my eyes watched the sky and the moon, both of which almost put me into a trance.

At one point, I heard soft footsteps come from behind me, followed by an incredibly cute and fit tush sitting nearby next to me.

"This is something we both have done many times together in recent years," Babe said quietly.

I smiled. "I have always loved the moon."

She let out a long sigh and nodded. "I know you talked about getting married under the moon when you were a little girl." She giggled. A couple of times, you mentioned getting married on the moon.

"I guess my dreams of traveling to the moon are all gone now," I said with a smile.

I heard her let out a small, quick breath. I glanced at her. She seemed to be wiping away tears from her eyes.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Babe shook her head.

I sat up, putting my arm around her. "You seem so... so sad."

She passed a smile on. She patted my knee and kissed my cheek softly. We have a lot to talk about and discuss... I have a lot to teach you. However, we will have plenty of time to do it. She looked me in the eyes. I've missed you a lot, Linda.

I cocked my head and smiled. I have missed you, too, Babe, although it's been less than a week. I never thought I would see you again. I thought I was stuck here."

She smiled and shook her head. No, we are not stuck here, but this is a wonderful time and an excellent place for us to learn. Well, for me to teach you, that is." She cleared her throat. "All this time, and you STILL get me flustered!"

We laughed, sighed, and looked at the sky while holding hands.

"I still want to know what happened to the boy that made me cum here!" I blurted out at one point.

The faraway look in her eyes returned for a brief moment. "That is something we are actively working on," she said quietly.

I cocked my head to one side. "Have you found him? Is he safe?"

She nodded. "Yes, on both accounts."

I felt relieved. "So... is there, like, a team of you or something?"

She let out a little giggle. "You could say that. Mainly, you and me. You from the future. And you are now." She waved her hand. "It is a bit complicated. However, the team is mainly just you and I, along with a few other girls who help us from time to time.

I bit my lower lip. "So... a team of girls, you say!"

She cackled out loud. "Always that Linda, looking for that next chick to fuck!" she said, laughing.

I smiled nervously. "Well, I mean... I like boys, too..." I paused for a second, looking her in the eyes. "Right?"

She smiled and patted my knee. "Linda, I have known you longer than you have known you. Trust me. Boys are of little interest to you."

"So, I sort of still fuck guys, then?"

She pursed her lips and nodded. "Mostly Real Man. Eventually, someone else will come into play, based on what you have told me. However, you haven't told me much about your future self. I mean, knowing the future is not entirely a good thing for me. There's too great a chance of me messing things up.

"So, you can't tell me a lot about future you or future me, then," I said, almost pouting.

Babe shook her head. "No. I even have to watch out for telling you about past things that you haven't seen yet because it could mess things up there. Time travel is not exactly an easy thing to do. It is way too easy to fuck up." She snorted. "Trust me, we have both fucked things up a couple of times here and there. Some of it was quite substantial and required a significant amount of work to repair. One thing... well, we still are not certain what we did to fuck things up, but once we figure it out, we will try our damdest to un fuck it."

"And that is one of the things you can't tell me about."

Babe again shook her head. "No. You will find out about it in your way before it happens, but not from me. At least I don't think of myself. I don't recall mentioning it in the past, and I am committed to keeping my lips sealed about it now and in the future. But you find out. You have to find out... that's how this whole thing gets rolling.

I sighed through my nose and looked at the sky. A slight hint of sunlight was now on the edge of the horizon. "This is all an enigma, but I trust you, Babe. I always have and always will." I took her in my arms and hugged her tight. The warmth of her naked body against mine felt spectacular.

She smiled at me and kissed me lightly on the forehead before standing up. I know it's all mysterious and a bit frustrating but trust me - it's all for the best. And trust me when I say you will enjoy a lot of your training." She began walking towards the tent.

I propped myself on my elbow, turning my head towards her. I again marveled at the perfect shape of her ass, which was paused along with the rest of her at the tent opening. "A lot of it? But not all of it?"

She turned her head and looked at me, her perfect touch still facing me. "You bitch a lot about some of it... but it will also be worth it. Trust me." She smiled and entered the tent.

I stayed outside a while longer, watching the world light up, wondering if I would become enlightened enough to understand what the fuck was going on.

Babe was right. I did not enjoy some of the training.

In fact, for a while, I almost downright hated it and disliked her a lot for it.

We exercised.

We did not exercise our freedom of speech, nor our freedom of expression, nor our freedom of sexuality.

We exercised.

We started by running.

I fucking hated running.

When I was a little girl in gym class, I saw absolutely no point in running. None. Nothing. At an early age, I was considered attractive enough to have the boys chase after me - I saw no point in pursuing them.

As I grew older and transitioned to middle school and high school, my dislike for running persisted.

For reasons that still escaped me, my parents signed me up for the school cross-country team. I had no interest in running cross-country, but there I was, at the back of the pack, struggling to breathe with every step.

Out of pity, Babe also signed up. It took me three weeks to muster the courage to quit. She kept at it. I went to quite a few of her matches, putting on the mask of supporting my best friend. But wow, I loved looking at her running in those little shorts! Seeing her sweat after every meet turned my insides into jelly.

I still could not get up the nerve to tell her how I felt. I still swallowed my feelings up and let the boys chase me, wishing it were her instead.

I took up track for a little bit. I liked the shoes! Did not like the short sprints.

Babe also signed up for the track. Again, I was out after a few weeks, and she continued.

The shorts were a bit shorter, so I stayed around to watch her meet.

One of my favorite jerk-off fantasies was her at the start line, all bent over and ready as she got ready for the gun, those little shorts riding up her cute little butt. But instead of her going off at the gun, I got to put my face between those cheeks and lick away, tasting her, inhaling her.

As I've said a couple of times, I had a deep crush on her.

So, in short, I loved watching Babe run but hated running myself.

And I found myself running in the woods with Babe, the both of us naked as the day we were born. Funny about those pre-European times - no running shoes, no running bra, no shorts... hell, no track. Just us, naked, in the woods, running barefoot.

Needless to say, at first, our paces were not that great. My tender little feet were not ready to run among the rocks, roots, and bark that lay all over the forest floor. On the third day, I stepped in some animal poop and freaked out for a little bit until we found a creek.

Running naked was an experience.

When we were younger, Babe and I would sneak out of our parents' houses naked on some nights and roam around the neighborhood in the shadows. It was a strange, erotic thrill. In reality, we didn't travel all that far; we were just a couple of houses over at most. Most of the time, we just hid in the safety of our backyards. But we were naked and outside.

Of course, seeing the shadowy naked body of Babe... well, that just fed my teen fantasies.

Now, here we were, outside, naked and running in the daylight. It was still a thrill, albeit a bit subdued. It still felt like a bit of a dare. Sure, there was exceptionally little chance of us being caught - Native Americans lived a few hundred miles from where we ran, for the most part. White men did not exist yet on this side of the world, except... well, I might get to that later.

So, it was just she and I running naked through the woods.

I hated almost every step of it. Sure, Babe was a lot faster than me, and that meant I could watch her cute ass wiggling in front of me as we ran... but we were running. And I hated running, damn it!

We started short and slow at first. I had no idea how far we went or how fast. There were no satellites for our fitness watches.

Eventually, she began marking off quarter-mile markers on the trails. She started doing this maybe two weeks after we started. To my surprise, I found we had covered a couple of miles during some of those workouts.

Our places varied. She introduced me to phrases such as "intervals, "temp," "long-distance runs, "hill work," and "fartlek." I had a good giggle at that one until we started running the fuckers.

Each of these was made to get us in shape, to make us faster, to give us the ability to go further and further. Without my knowledge, she gradually increased our distance and speed. She did this so expertly that I hardly even noticed.

Rest days were also important. Sometimes, those rest days would consist of shorter, easier runs. Sometimes, they would consist of pure rest, with little walks around the land. Eventually, she incorporated other small workouts into her routine.

With furs and rocks, she created weights that we would put around our shoulders when doing squats or hold in our hands as we did curls. Babe eventually found some extra-tough branches, to which she tied larger, heavier rocks, allowing us to do deadlifts.

I wasn't a fan of weights, either.

Yoga and stretches were incorporated. Honestly, I dug those. For one thing, I was always a bit flexible, so yoga and stretches came naturally to me. Two, I willingly took some yoga classes back in that pre-time travel world, so yoga was my thing. Third, watching a naked Babe stretch and bend... yeah, that certainly did some things to me.

Along with our increased speed and distance, something else was happening that I was initially unaware of.

I enjoyed our runs.

Babe had two things with her from our original world. One was The Device, something she had so far paid tiny mind to. Most of the time, it sat in the corner of the tent, occasionally blinking, making no sounds, just sitting there.

Sure, I was pretty curious about it, but Babe could tell me little about it. She said it helped us with our travels, but she had to do a lot of the work herself. She said it was something she had invented, combining a cell phone, several types of fitness watches, an electric toothbrush, and a few other devices that had not been invented but she had created for that purpose. Even then, I got the impression that she did not fully understand how it worked, just that it did.

The other thing she bought with her was a stopwatch. She carried this during our runs, timing us.

During some of our rest days, Babe went out and marked the path. Little known to me, she had marked off a 20-mile section.

One early spring morning, we ran that 20-mile stretch without me even realizing it had happened. Imagine my surprise when she told me we had reached the 20-mile mark! I was pissed at first that we would have to go back that 20-mile stretch until she told me that we had partially looped over and only had a two-mile walk back to the tent. When she told me about our pace, I was about floored.

Slowly but surely, we were getting in better and better shape. Babe was already in great shape, and our workouts certainly were not hurting her. Meanwhile, our workouts and diet were building me into a professional athlete.

Now, please don't make me think that this change occurred overnight. Not even a few weeks or a few months.

This was years. Fucking years!

But, during that time, I realized some strange shit was going on.

One was that we did not seem to be aging. All. Hell, there were times when Babe looked like her 18-year-old self to me. I assumed I would look the same.

I mean, we didn't have any mirrors there. Sure, the ponds and creeks offered some reflection, but it wasn't that great.

But I could see my body. I can confidently say that I never had a body like that, even in my younger days. I looked good, and I felt good. And, of course, Babe looked good.

Our rewards for our good behavior? Fucking, licking, fingering each other to delirium!

Mercy, that girl was a firecracker!

Of course, it helped that I was horny for her all of the time.

Another thing that happened was that our periods disappeared.

It was weird. When I was sexually active with guys, I kept track of that stuff to the hour. Yes, I partook in safe sex, but there was always the danger of something breaking through. If I was even an hour late, I could be sent into a panic. Sure, I wasn't getting fucked. But I was young, blonde, and dumb. For all I knew, you could get pregnant after giving a blow job or getting your finger fucked.

When I had made myself cum that first time and popped into the past, and came back a few weeks later, I missed my period. I panicked at it. First, the panic grew after a couple of weeks... then by some "miracle," I started bleeding and once again became regular.

But when I was back in the past with Babe, at first, I did not notice my lack of a period until a couple of weeks after I was due. At least when I thought I was due. Again, we did not have our calendars on our phones to look at here.

Anyway, I went into a bit of a panic again. Sure, when I had fucked Real Man, I didn't let him cum in me. But still...

Then, when Babe found out, she explained it all to me.

Again, she did not know precisely why, but she said that our menstrual cycles pretty much stopped once we started popping in and out of time, mainly if we stayed in one place aside from our regular time for an extended period.

She also told me that our cells, the cells in our bodies, tend to slow down, not aging as quickly. When I tried to ask her about her age at the time, she smiled and shook her head.

But, you know, what the fuck. We were both young (at least young looking), hot, horny, big-time into each other, and sometimes bored out of our minds - so we fucked. A lot.

Babe called it practice. Sure. Whatever. It was great practicing with her.

At first, I was pretty shy with her. I mean, I had a crush on her for as long as I could remember. It had been my fantasy for as long as I knew what sex was to be with her.

Yeah, I was nervous as fuck.

We lay in the furs, naked. It was just the two of us, so we didn't bother making any clothes while the weather was nice. As a side note, a few months later, I discovered that Babe had hidden some fur clothing for us among the furs.

But, that evening, it was just us with some satisfied, full bellies, lying with each other naked.

I don't know the time. Again, there are no calendars. And I have always been bad with tracking time, anyhow. It had probably been a few months since I had arrived, with her right behind me. We had been running for a while, and that day was an easy four-mile run.

For supper, we'd had some grilled rabbit with wild carrots and berries for flavoring. It was fucking yummy! Side note: I won't go into the details of how we obtained our meat, but we did source it ourselves. It was not something I particularly enjoyed, but it was something we needed to do to survive.

Anyway, we were both satisfied with our meal but a bit tired from our workouts. We had started cuddling a couple of weeks earlier. It was her idea. I was too chicken shit to express my desire, so Babe finally stepped in and got the cuddle train going.

Oh, how I loved cuddling with Babe! She was soft yet muscular, very tender to hold onto or to be held. I spent many days with my head on her bare breasts as she softly stroked the back of my head. Wow, that made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Yeah, I know. She had gone down on me and finger fucked me when she first arrived - I mean, the move had been made, right? The attraction had been announced. But here was old Linda with her collection of hang-ups, who could not make that move.

After a couple of weeks of cuddling at night, the soft kissing started. At first, nothing too major - just little pecks on the cheek to say goodnight, that sort of thing. There were a couple of nights when I was up into the late hours, wondering if I was blowing it or if we were becoming too much like sisters or mother and daughter. Remember, I had no idea how old she was!

After a couple of weeks of little kisses goodnight, she held the kiss a bit longer. And I was sure not going to be the one to pull away!

I have no idea how long it lasted, but it was not enough. But finally, it was her who broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. It was as if she were looking for something but didn't quite see it that time, so she smiled, hugged me, and we lay down to sleep.

For a few nights after that, we both shared those same deep kisses. If I had liked cuddling with her, those kisses were delights. Little lights erupted in my eyes; fires would burn in my stomach, my heart would go pitter-patter like mad, my mind would go all over the place, my skin would get warm and tingly, my breath would get short, and yeah, I got a little bit wet.

I could tell she liked it, too. Her breath would get all hard, and I would hear little moans coming from her throat while our lips locked. A couple of times, she pulled me a bit closer to her, and not only could I feel the heat from her body (which drove me crazy), but I could feel the hardness of her nipples brushing up against me.

Whenever we stopped, I would see her eyelids flutter, a charming little smile appears on her face, and her cheeks would become a little flushed. One time her legs were a little bit parted, and I could see her slit and thought I was going to die of pure happiness!

But, even then, she would look me in the eyes and give me that sad smile before turning in for the night.

During one of our runs, I asked her what that was all about. She was silent for a few minutes - I thought she was going to blow the question off - then told me that she was looking for the right look.

I chewed on that for a little while and had to stop to ask her what the right look was. I don't know. I was feeling pretty bold at the moment.

"I mean... I like you a lot, Babe," I told her. "And I think you like me a lot, too." I gulped down my scardy-catness and blurted out, "I wanna do some nasty stuff to you, Babe!"

She laughed out loud and took both of my hands, looking at me deep in my eyes. "I want to do some nasty stuff to you, too, Linda. But... I want it to be all right."

It's all right right now. I feel like I'm going to explode from frustration!

She smiled at me. You don't think I'm not burning for you, as well? I am my love. I am so deeply right now. I want to take you right now, even..."

She pulled me close and gave me a deep kiss, this time briefly pushing her tongue inside of my mouth, pressing her body next to mine.

Then she left her lip's part of mine.

Then she stepped back, still holding my hand, giving me that sad look.

Dammit!

"But it is not quite right. And when it finally is, it will be magnificent!

She took off in a dead run. I let out a grunt of frustration and took after her.

That night, we made out again, letting tongues slide inside mouths, letting bodies glide next to bodies.

She did something subtle, placing one of her hands on the side of my face while we kissed. It was so lovely and so loving. It made my heart melt!

Fuck, I wanted her so fucking stormy that night! I mean, I was fucking drenched! And while we were rolling around making out, my leg brushed between her legs a couple of times, and I could tell she was fucking drenched, too.

But I don't know. There was something about what she said, how she said it, how she looked, how she held her body, and even some stuff in her mind that made me know she was right. Something clicked in my mind, and I realized that, somehow, it just wasn't right at that time. And that if we rushed things, if I ran things, it might not be so good.

So, we fell asleep that night in each other's arms, still kissing. I am quite sure she fell asleep first that night, but I was not long after her. We woke up the following day, naked bodies still pressed against each other, faces pressed against each other. I had never woken up so refreshed in my life.

It was also around that time that I discovered I loved our runs. I loved running.

It took a couple of weeks more, but everything started clicking. The negativity flowed away. I was genuinely enjoying our current situation, both physically and mentally. I was in a good mental state, and I felt that Babe was as well.

By then, it was early summer, and the weather was feeling good. I had come to enjoy the sunshine, but I also loved the summer rains and thunderstorms that came along every once in a while. Our bodies became attuned enough to our surroundings that we could sense when rain was coming a few days in advance. We had a small garden with some items we had found in the wild, along with seeds and other supplies that Real Man had hidden in the furs. There were fish, birds, and rabbits plenty for us to feast on, sometimes even a deer. Again, please do not ask how we obtained them; we did so to ensure our survival.

There were a few wolves around, but they left us alone. The one time we encountered them in what seemed like a potentially dangerous moment, Babe let out a yell and went on a dead run after the poor animal, which immediately ran away in fear.

A couple of times, we saw signs of a bear living in the area, but throughout our stay, it showed absolutely no interest in us.

During the summer, the flowers in the area exploded. A meadow lay pretty nearby, with a dazzling number of florae exploding before our eyes. After some researching, we discovered a few bee hives and learned to harvest them for honey, thereby enhancing our dietary pleasures.

Our garden grew to great lengths, allowing us to start saving food for the winter. A lot of the stuff I was learning was old hat for Babe, but she patiently taught me the tricks of the trade.

Summer turned into fall, with the colors of the trees growing gorgeously, golden and orange. The flowers in the meadow showed the same colors. Still, we harvested, and still, we saved our extras.

Babe and I continued to make out each night, sometimes a lot more passionately than others. A couple of times, we worked up some fucking good sweats! Each night, I found myself fucking drenched, as usual. But each night, we fell asleep in each other's arms, content, knowing the time was still not quite right but would come along eventually.

Fall turned into winter gradually. At first, there was some chilly rain, followed by a light snowfall and then heavy snowfall. We wore the furs to keep warm and ate our savings with rationing. Sometimes, we would go out and forage for something with varying degrees of success.

We continued running, even when the snow got deep. The runs were a bit awkward the first nights after the snow, but eventually, we packed down a path. Granted, we were not running the distances we had in the spring, summer, and fall, but we were still in great shape. And, yes, we ran barefoot. There was no exact running shoe store in the area. We did, however, wear fur to keep warm. It was a bit awkward at first, but we managed to make it work.

At night, we continued to make out almost every night, snuggled under the furs, keeping each other warm with our body heat and our passionate kisses.

It started to warm up a bit. The snow melted away - the creek went mad, but boy, was the fish ripe for catching! The greenery came back in the meadow, and a few flowers began to bloom, along with the trees starting to leaf out. We had saved a lot of seeds and other items from our old garden, planting them when the ground was soft enough, and watched as they began to grow pretty quickly early on.

Our runs grew longer again. Our furs eventually got left behind, and we started running naked through the woods again.

And we kept making out.

I loved that lifestyle. It almost looks like a drag on paper, but it was so much more.

It was so wonderful.

Things were going great. I loved where we lived. I loved our simple lifestyle - which was remarkable for a couple of people who had thrived on electronics and social media for years in our younger years. I loved spending time with Babe. I loved spending time in nature. As far as I was concerned, it could last forever.

It could have lasted forever.

I loved it.

"I love you, Babe," I whispered onto her cheek when our lips had briefly parted before my lips found hers again, kissing them passionately.

"I love you too, Linda, with all of my heart," she whispered when our lips had parted again.

We sat in the furs, facing each other, holding each other tight as we kissed.

I cradled my face into the nape of her neck, kissing lightly, my hands roaming over her back as I wanted to do when we made out. One of her hands rested on the side of my face, stroking me gently, while the other lay on my shoulder, holding it lightly.

I pulled my face from her neck, looking her in the eyes and smiling at her.

She looked deep into my eyes.

I didn't see that hint of sadness in her eyes.

Her lips pressed against mine again, this time with more passion. Her fingers moved up and down my spine, playing me like a fiddle. When she reached the bottom of my back, she pulled my body closer to hers. She wiggled a little bit, moving her body closer to mine. As our lips mashed, our breasts pushed against each other, hard nipples brushing against hard nipples.

I could feel the heat between her legs pressing against the heat between my legs.

Our tongues danced, and our breaths quickened.

I kissed her again, to which she let out a soft, satisfied moan.

I closed my eyes, kissing her neck, her shoulder, and the area between them.

Babe's breath grew deeper. So did mine.

Reluctantly, I moved - the warm feeling of her pussy pressing close to mine felt so fucking fantastic; I did not want it to end... but I also wanted other stuff.

Almost as if by my will, Babe fell back into bed, her head thrust up, and her eyes closed as I kept kissing her neck and shoulders, hovering over her on my hands and knees, her hands softly running up and down my back.

I kissed down slowly. I kissed between her breasts. I closed my eyes, softly licking between her breasts as she continued breathing heavily. I moved to my left, licking her breast, licking her nipple, flicking it playfully with my tongue before taking it into my mouth and suckling on it gently, running my tongue along its peak as my teeth gently gripped around it, my cheeks hollowed as I sucked on it with determination.

I again kissed between her breasts before moving my kisses to her breast on my right, also suckling on it, softly chewing it, my tongue flipping over the plateau, finding its way into the little dimple in the middle on the top as she let out breaths of satisfaction.

My kisses returned to between her breasts. I opened my eyes, grinned, and placed both hands on both breasts, softly kneading them, sometimes pinching her nipples. Babe certainly did not have enormous tits, this was something that we both had in common, but I loved her little boobies, which were just the right size to fit into the palm of my hand.

As I played with her breasts with my hands and fingers, I closed my eyes and kissed down again, my tongue flickering out sometimes to create a tiny shiny trail on her naked body. I kissed under her breasts, kissing down her body, onto her flat tummy, my tongue flickering out to give her belly button a playful lick, which caused her to emit a little giggle, which turned into a sigh as I continued my kisses and gentle licks.

With a slight giggle, I moved my hands from her breasts and bounced down, way, way down, until I was at her feet.

So, not a foot girl. And she let out a big giggle and jerked slightly away from me when I kissed her big toe, my sides shaking from laughter.

Okay, so she wasn't into foot play either. Good to know, and I was genuinely glad. She had runner's feet. Tough on the bottom, a couple of blackened toenails, and a couple of her toes... Well, I'm not sure what was wrong with them, but they were cute only in the sense that they belonged to her and were so not pretty!

So, I kissed her ankle. She smiled.

I moved my kisses up her calf. She watched me intently.

I moved my kisses to her inner thigh. She sighed and closed her eyes again.

She had, by then, reflexively moved her legs apart and shifted her feet so that her knees were a bit higher in the air.

I could smell her.

She smelled wonderful.

I could smell her wetness. I could smell her fantastic sex.

It made me so fucking hungry for her.

I edged myself up a little bit on my elbows, wiggling myself until I was about a foot from between her spread legs.

She had one of those full, meaty mounds that puffed up, turned pink when she was excited, and covered almost everything. Even with her legs spread as they were, I could see a faint trace of her lips peaking between them. A small drop of white moisture slowly trickled down her crevice.

I bit my lower lip. I watched the droplet move down her lips. My eyes were wide. I looked at her face. It was still looking upward from where she lay, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly parted.

I stuck out my tongue flat and leaned forward, capturing that drop as her excellent taste exploded on my tastebuds.

She sighed a little, "Oh yes."

I moved my hair from the side of my face, stuck out my tongue, closed my eyes, and began softly licking her.

The first thing I noticed was the warmth of her desire combined with the heat of my own.

I liked her more. The second thing I noticed was her taste. I had tasted myself plenty of times but never another woman. I found my taste to be a little bitter, but a tangy flavor that got me wanting more. Babe's taste made me want a whole lot more, as the flavor from her pussy exploded over my tongue with each lick, her delightful taste sending waves of pleasure into my brain.

She was very wet. With each lick, her lips parted more, with more of her wetness dripping from her onto my hungry tongue.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs until my hands rested below her tummy, my fingers finding themselves just to the side of her plump lips, my fingers spreading her so my tongue could explore her further. Over her lips, my tongue went to her inner walls, taking in the flavors. Louder groans of encouragement came from between her lips with each lick. My tongue found her hood, dancing over it softly, her blood-engorged clit celebrating the attention and popping out.

Fuck, she tasted so fucking good! I mean, my pussy was throbbing just tasting her. It was dripping, listening to her make her little squeaks, squeals, and moans while I was licking her.

I fucking loved it.

Remember, I had a HUGE crush on Babe but had never had sex with another woman before that. And before you say anything, TECHNICALLY, the only other pussy I had eaten was my own, so it does not fucking count!

Hers was the first pussy I had eaten in my life, and at that moment, I truly fell in love.

I used my fingers to spread her lips wide, to dive my tongue between her lips and lap up that sweet nectar. Juices flowed out of her, with my tongue attacking and devouring those juices as fast as they appeared.

While eating her, I found the perfect fold in some furs and began humping it, sending tiny shivers through my body. Babe saw this and choked out, "Linda, stop!"

I stopped mid-lick, my tongue buried deep in her hole. I swear, my heart about stopped, my stomach clenched, and my spirit took a plunge.

"Don't make yourself cum," she gasped. "I know it is hard... and I do love watching that cute little butt bouncing on the furs, but please don't make yourself cum. "I might not be able to get us back here," she said, taking deep breaths.

When she said that, I had kept my tongue still buried deep inside of her. When she finished, I slightly wiggled my tongue inside of her.

She let out a deep, happy breath. "Oh yes," she sighed. "That you can keep doing. You're doing wonderfully, love.

"I wanna make you cum, Babe," I somehow managed to whisper with my tongue deep inside of her, wiggling inside of her walls as she wiggled in pleasure.

"I want to come for you, Linda, my love," she whispered back. "You are doing spectacular. Just... don't make yourself cum. I will handle all of that..."

She sighed as my spirits rose, and I aggressively attacked her pussy with my tongue, lips, fingers, and even my chin and nose.

I have no idea how long I spent licking her out. I did not care. I only cared that the girl I had long had a crush on was letting me lick her pussy, and that she seemed to love it.

I do know that I felt her tremble beneath me while I licked her.

I know that she shuddered, shook, and gasped while my tongue danced over her hood and then over her exposed clit, which I traced my tongue over ever so lightly.

I know that her breath became even more profound as I shifted my attention to her clit, suckling it into my mouth.

I know I almost exploded in delight when she firmly placed her hands behind my head, holding it close to her pussy as I licked and sucked at her clit with hunger.

I know that she became silent, tense as I fell into a trance, licking at her, knowing what was to come very soon.

I know that I almost exploded in delight again when she did, her back arching, her gasps, and grunts of pleasure as another new taste flowed over my taste buds, delighting me to new heights.

As her body still trembled and she still let out small gasps, I lovingly and softly licked at her, cleaning up her juices. Her hands let go of the grip of my head; her body began to relax a little bit more as I continued cleaning her.

I felt a pair of hands placed firmly on my shoulders, urging me up to her face, where we exchanged sleepy, loving kisses.

"Oh, Linda, sweety, your face is a mess!" she giggled.

I laughed. "Thanks to you!" I answered.

She smiled. "Thanks to YOU!" she returned, kissing my nose.

She grinned bigger, sliding me onto my back without a word, one of her hands already between my legs, a finger sliding inside of me as I let out a small gasp of delight.

We looked into each other's eyes as she fingers fucked me, exchanging small kisses.

Without a word and with a smile, she crawled between my legs, her finger still inside of me, now joined by a second. For a few minutes, she watched as her fingers slid in and out of my pussy, her hungry stares bouncing between my vagina and my face as I watched her almost unblinking in growing lust.

I could feel the orgasm getting nearer.

As if knowing, she moved her head forward and began rapidly licking my clit, lapping, lapping, lapping, tongue twirling, twirling, twirling, sometimes my clit and her tongue wrestling lightly together.

My mind became foggy. Sparks danced in my mind. I let out a gasp.

I let out an enormous gasp when unannounced; she shoved a finger into my butthole. The erotic surprise sent my body over the edge, the world blacking out and whiting out at the same time, fireworks dancing across the vision field of my closed eyes as my body embraced her pleasurable advances.

I sank into the furs, my body shaking and trembling slightly as I felt her fingers exiting me, her tongue and lips softly caressing me, as I let out tiny tears of joy.

With a satisfied smile, she crawled back up, planting a big, wet kiss on my face. Her face was plastered with pleasure, and both of our faces were drenched with each other as we giggled lightly between kisses.

"You know, you could warn a girl before sticking a finger up her asshole!" I said softly between kisses and giggles.

She laughed and shrugged. "It was for a compelling cause. It made you cum, right?"

I bit my lower lip and nodded, taking a moment to look around. The tent looked the same. "Same tent," I said. "Where are we? Or should I say, when are we?"

She smiled softly. "We are in the same place and at the same time as when we started."

I knotted my eyebrows. "And how is that possible."

She giggled, wiggled her little finger, and buried her head in my shoulder, bursting into a fit of laughter.

I giggled nervously, not quite getting the joke. "Is that a magic, non-time-traveling finger or something?" I asked.

She shook her head and composed herself for a moment, then broke into another fit of giggling before finally regaining her composure. "I am so sorry. I swear, I feel like I'm 12 years old sometimes! No, that is the finger I stuck in your butt." She smiled at me.

I gave her a confused look. "Ok... well, I did like it, but I don't understand how that stopped me from traveling through time."

She stared at me, her eyebrows raised. We were silent for a moment; she stared at me, trying to capture the clue, while I stared at her with no clue. "You are so close, Babe."

"I don't fucking get it!" I said too rudely. I let out a sigh. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to snap. But... how does sticking a finger in my asshole stop..."

Then I got it.

"That finger in my asshole stops me from traveling through a time when I cum," I said as-a-matter-of-factly.

She nodded vigorously.

"How the fuck does THAT work?" I asked.

Babe shook her head. "I don't know. I know it does. We found out by accident one day. So, now you also know. It isn't just this finger, by the way. It is anything up your butt when you cum - fingers, toys, cocks, we stuck a stick up there once."

I knotted my brow. "A stick?"

"We didn't have anything else around at the time. I have already told you WAY too much," she said with a sigh. She lay her head down on the furs and smiled. "It has been a long, lovely day. However, we need to get some sleep. We have many workouts to get done and much sex to make up for after we are done with those!"

I giggled, kissed her on the nose, and lay my head down on the furs, falling asleep in what seemed like seconds for a nice, deep sleep.

We certainly made up for lost time after that.

Yes, we continued the workouts, just as always. The spring weather was giving us renewed energy, some of which we spent running longer and greater distances.

We also used that energy for some vigorous make out sessions.

The difference now was that we made love with each other. Sometimes, it was vigorous; sometimes, it was tender. Sometimes, she took control; sometimes, I took control. Sometimes it was fingers; sometimes, it was tongues, lips, and fingers; sometimes, we rubbed pussies together.

From a corner of the furs, she pulled out some toys one night. I don't know how the fuck she was able to keep those things hidden without me knowing!

"They are not hidden there the entire time, silly!" she giggled at me one night as she pulled out a rabbit vibrator. "They are getting put there when we are out for our runs."

Who the hell is sneaking into our tent and leaving that stuff there? Freaky!" I thought for a moment. "Is it Real Man?"

She shook her head. We have both tried to keep Real Man as far away from any time travel stuff as possible. That includes introducing him to devices that had not even been invented for a couple of centuries. No, it is not him."

"Then..." I paused. "It's us."

She smiled and nodded. "Bright girl. That is one of the reasons I fell in love with you."

"So, we are spending our future sending sex toys to ourselves to get each other off? I'm not complaining, that's for sure, but I hope our future selves are getting some action.

She let out a sigh. There was a great deal of sadness in that sigh. "Sometimes too much action, and not the right." Then she smiled at me. "But, yes... making love is not something that just happens at the moment."

I felt relieved. "Good. I was hoping things wouldn't dry up between us.

She cocked her head and smiled. "No. They do not dry up at all. I will always love you, Linda," she said with a significant smile.

I smiled at her back. "I love you, too, Linda."

She shoved me violently back into the furs and pressed the rabbit to my clit and turned it on. She let out a little giggle, and I let out a groan.

Days, weeks, months, and a couple of years passed. We continued to work out. We continued to make love.

Our distances grew to points I never thought would be possible for me. Hello, I had a hard time when I was younger believing people could run that far, period.

Marathon distances became commonplace.

Typically, the human body is not designed to run a marathon with any regularity. At least in today's times, the human body. But for many years, we walked and ran those distances with somewhat regularity to survive. Indeed, we have remained in one place for tens of thousands of years. Planted crops do not travel. However, if we wanted to hunt for food, we sometimes had to travel considerable distances.

This was true even in the time we lived, hundreds of years before white people became relatively common on the American continent. Native Americans had farms and domesticated animals they kept close for food, travel, or companionship. However, sometimes, they would have a hankering for something besides groundhogs and would travel several miles a day to get that tasty buck.

The same was true for Babe and me. Yes, we had the farm. We also had local wildlife, including groundhogs, squirrels, and rabbits. Indeed, deer were relatively abundant in the area. But as winter neared, we would travel greater distances to gather more so we could turn it into jerky for the winter. Sometimes, running those great distances was a way of life. And lifting weights was quite a way of life, as the deer we caught were usually not in any shape to walk back to our tent with us.

But we also ran those great distances as part of the training Babe said was necessary to become in almost perfect shape for... whatever the fuck it was, we needed to be in ideal shape for.

As I said, marathons became commonplace for us. Our bodies became very accustomed to the distance and to the nutrition we took during those distances. Nuts, berries, jerky, and water from rivers or creeks were our primary sources of food.

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Sometimes, after we made love and fell asleep, I would notice Babe leaving the tent for a little while before returning to my arms.

If I were to peek out, I would find her sitting in the grass, looking at the moon.

Sometimes, I would join her.

One night, she suddenly said, "The moon is significant."

I nodded. "I know. The central belief is that, without the tidal pools, life on Earth probably would not exist; early life originated there and required those pools in some way.

She smiled and lay her head on my shoulder, holding onto my arm with her hands. "Bright girl. Again, that is why I love you. And you are right, but it's not only that. For a moment, she struggled with the words before softly coming up with, "The moon is also a crucial part of our future. Yours and mine."

I turned to look at her, then let my gaze return to the moon. I said nothing. If that were all, that would be all I should say, no matter how much I asked. I had learned to accept that the information she gave me would be limited, and I should listen to what she was telling me. Sometimes, she would hint about something that was about to happen. However, those were always mysterious clues.

One day, she celebrated my 21st birthday by getting me drunk. At least, she claimed it was my 21st birthday. I had no clue. We had been through a couple of winters, so a couple of years had gone by.

Technically, it was a negative birthday for me - after all, I had not yet been born in the year we were staying. Whatever year that was. But all the same, Babe claimed it had been 21 years to the day since I had been born, and what better way to celebrate that than to run 21 miles, get stinking drunk, then fuck each other mindless.

Better yet, the wine was homemade, as it was made during our time, and Babe made it. She said it was simple, really, with some fermented apples, water, honey, and a few other secret ingredients she wouldn't clue me in on.

It tasted wonderful and got me trashed almost immediately. Babe also got rightfully trashed. Naturally, we both took advantage of each other. I don't remember a whole fuck of a lot about that night except at one point, I was humping her tits with my pussy and came. Most of the rest was a blur.

The morning after was not, with both of us waking up later than usual with pretty respectable headaches. However, after we obtained some tea from local herbs we found, our heads were back in the right place, and we retraced the path for a leisurely 12-mile run.

"I do wish this could last forever," she told me at one point. But the somber look returned to her eyes. This one looked sadder than before. "But eventually... we have a project we need to work on."

I gave her a little kiss. "I would love for this to last forever, too," I said. I looked at the sky and sighed. "I mean, can't we stay here forever?"

She was silent for a while. "Something is going to happen that we must stop." She remained quiet for a few more moments. I would love to forget it all; to pretend it's a problem for the future. But time is fun. If we do not act..." She shrugged her shoulders. "I do not know what will happen if we do not contain the chain of events. I have only seen the results of our inactions." She gave a sorrowful sigh. "They are not very good," she said quietly.

I nodded my head. I knew that was all of the information I was going to get.

It had been about four years since I arrived at the land. Four years.

I got a glimpse of myself in the nearby pond, of my reflection. I still looked like a young hottie, so I was myself. My body was running - the exercise and diet were undoubtedly helping with that.

The same could be said for Babe. I still had no idea how old she was. But, to me, she still looked like that 18-year-old girl I had a crush on.

We had built a good life for ourselves. The garden was plentiful for both of us. In a couple of corners, we grew some spices and such to add some flavor to our meals. We had learned to make bread and little pasta shells.

We chased down a couple of wild goats one day and attempted to domesticate them as best we could. That gave us some goat's milk, which led to cheese. Yeah. We figured out how to make pizza.

Our fire had expanded into a small stove, and our tent had developed into a small farming area.

Babe and I were very much in love.

Along with our daily exercises, we made love each night. Along with getting each other off, it also gave us the ability to practice time travel.

One of the main things I had to work on was controlling my orgasms. We worked on prolonging them to travel further into time. We worked on getting me out of there almost immediately to make a quick escape.

I found that the prolonged orgasms were somewhat easy. I found it pretty easy to get into my mind and hold off on those orgasms. She claimed that, at one point, we had traveled through several millennia of ages.

The other thing to work on was to bring us right back to the right time. Again, this took a lot of time and practice. It was fun fucking, however.

A couple of awkward times, we ended up in the same period as our other selves. I think I have said before that the whole thing about us not being able to be at the same time with ourselves is total bullshit. We did it a surprisingly considerable number of times, at least a dozen times. The thing is, we had a favorite place to fuck each other in the tent... but if we happened to travel to a time and place where we already were, something would place us a few feet over and not mash us all together. Yeah, that whole thing about us appearing in a time and appearing in solid rock, for instance - is also bullshit. Unfortunately, Babe had no idea how any of that truly worked, and I sure as fuck didn't have any clue. But it did.

A couple of times, we just happened to pop into our existence as we were fucking in the other timeline. I must say, it was pretty hot. Yes, we stayed around and watched for a little while. Watching Babe eat me from a third-person point of view was a lot better than any porn ever made.

One of the times, Babe was sitting on my face as I was lapping up her clit. She was straddling my face, on her hands and knees, butt raised in the air. When we popped into that time, her butt was facing us... I could see my tongue driving into her sweet little pussy, and I could see her cute tiny butthole winking at me, inviting me.

I sure as fuck was not going to refuse an offer like that. So, I looked at the Babe from my timeline, winked at her, straddled my other body, and stuck my face between the other Babe's cheeks, liking her cute tiny butthole like my life depended on it.

She let out a little squeal of delight and came almost immediately, but both mes kept going at her relentlessly.

Meanwhile, the Babe from my timeline was getting into watching the action and wanted a little piece of it herself, so she crawled between my legs and started eating me.

The other me came.

The other me and another Babe popped out of our timeline, leaving the Babe and me in the tent.

"Well, shit," she muttered. "Got carried away. I am assuming we will be all right. Maybe we remember all of this -- or something. She let out a sigh. "I was getting into that! I was hoping to watch you go down on yourself."

I giggled. "It's happened before."

She smiled and nodded. "I know. But I missed it, damn it."

I nodded and leaned up against her. "Why didn't we pop away with them?"

Babe shook her head. "I have no idea. Perhaps two of the same people cannot time travel in the same vortex... or something like that, whatever it is."

I nodded. "Yeah. Makes sense."

It did not.

Time travel is confusing.

We ran 200 miles in one day. OK, it was a couple of days, but it was in one trip.

During the five years we spent there, we would sometimes embark eventually in one direction, stay at our destination for the night, and then return to our tent the next day.

That was our plan for this run, although we had also planned to make a couple of night stops on the way back. There was a lovely lake in one place and a nice meadow on a hilltop in another that we wanted to spend some time on.

After we finished our initial 200-mile journey, we unpacked our furs and set up camp, cuddling up for the night. We were a tad too tired for sex after all that running.

I woke up the following day and saw a figure standing a few feet from us. At first, I thought it was Babe, but I realized her arms were still wrapped around me.

Once my eyes finally focused, I saw a native American woman kind of peeking from behind a tree. I was not sure if she was shy or trying to sneak up on us at first, but there was something in her eyes that made me trust her almost immediately.

When she saw me see her, she smiled shyly and said something.

Of course, I had no idea what language she was speaking, let alone what she was saying. So, I told the most logical thing that came to mind.

"Do you speak English?"

"Do you speak English?" Are you fucking kidding me?"

No, the Native American woman did not say that. Babe said that. She had women up. I glanced at her and shrugged. "What else was I supposed to say."

We heard a quiet giggle.

She smiled at us, thinking for a moment. Then she spoke again, but this time, she covered her mouth with her hand.

We took that to mean she did not understand us.

Then, she motioned at me and then at Babe, clasping her hands together, a large smile on her face.

We took that to mean that she knew we were together, lovers, and that she approved of us.

We smiled at her, then at each other, and then gave each other a loving kiss. We returned our gaze to her, smiling.

Her smile grew more prominent as a flood of words came from her mouth as she moved her hands all over the place. I had no idea what the fuck she was saying, but her tone and motions let me know she meant no harm.

Then she placed her hand over the cloth which covered her vagina.

She smiled.

We smiled.

She lifted her dress over her head, threw it to the side, and stood before us completely naked, wearing a big grin aimed at us.

She tenderly and slowly walked over to us, almost as if approaching wild animals, she did not want to be scared. She knelt close to us, even coming with us, and planted an exceptionally soft kiss on both of our lips, pulling back and smiling at us.

We returned her smile.

I leaned over and planted a small kiss on her lips.

Babe did the same.

We all smiled at each other.

She dropped to her knees and started eating my pussy, probing it with her tongue as she wrapped her hands around my waist, driving her tongue inside of me frantically.

I mean, I guess that was one way for someone to say "hello" to another when there is a language and cultural barrier.

I wish I could remember all of the details. Still, I do know there was a flurry of tongue, finger, lips, and what have you been traded from woman to woman that I came three times (with a finger in my butt each time. Had to make sure we didn't pop with someone who did not expect it) Babe came four times, and our new friend came five times. Five!

We fell asleep in each other's arms that night and made love a little bit more the following day; then came the awkward part where Babe and I had to try to explain that we lived a long distance away and needed to get home.

It took many hand signals and a couple of diagrams illustrating the movement of rocks, but eventually, we conveyed the message. After exchanging hugs, Babe and I took off running in one direction while our new friend went off on her way.

I wish I could say we saw her again, but we did not.

The image of that day will burn bright forever in our minds, however.

"I mean, who knew there were Native American lesbians?" I asked at one point during our run home.

"Well... I did know," Babe answered. Trust me, I'm not an expert. But I have run into quite a few articles that said that a lot of Native American tribes were a lot more open-minded than what we have become. Many believed in a 'two-spirit, one person' system in which a single person might be considered two different sexes because of their sexual orientation." She let out a sigh. "Not perfect, but a lot better than many of the alternatives."

I nodded in agreement and kept running with her.

One morning, instead of taking me out for a run, Babe made love to me for the entire day. It was terrific, pure, and loving.

The next day, I found her sitting outside. I had overslept, and daylight was already breaking.

Babe sat near the tent entrance, cross-legged, staring off into the distance.

"A penny for your thoughts?" I asked as I sat down beside her, putting my arm around her.

She smiled. "The penny has not been invented yet," she said with a slight chuckle.

I chuckled with her, but I could tell the sadness had returned to her voice again.

"Something is wrong," I stated.

She nodded. "Our time together has been the most wonderful moment of my life..." she began.

I let out a small sigh. "Is this going to be like a Dear John letter?"

She shook her head. "No. However, we need to look at moving forward from this time and returning to our own time. There are some essential things we need to do." She let out another sigh. I have said before that I wish we could stay here forever. But I cannot do that in good conscience. And, if we did, I do not know what would happen to the timeline. Things could fall apart, and..." she spread her hands helplessly.

I nodded. "It can't be that bad, though."

"It is," she said quietly. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. "I am going to do something I am not sure is right or wrong. I am going to tell you everything I know."

And she told me everything.

You know that is another book, the one that Babe wrote? It was that.

She told me about Sappers.

She told me about the moon.

She told me about leaving Sappers with Real Man so he would not destroy the moon.

She told me about the moon still being destroyed.

"Can't you go back to when you dropped Sappers off and find out what happened?" I asked once it was all over.

Babe shook her head. "We have tried a lot. Hello, I tried a few times with you here. I might not have left on what was going on, but I was trying. We cannot seem to pinpoint the time and place we left him."

"How about finding Real Man after Sappers left, if that is what happened?"

She again shook her head. "Every time we go even a few months into the future, we find no trace of Sappers, no trace of Real Man. We do find the shack, but not them. Surrounding the shack are indentations in the ground which appear to be from objects staked in the ground, all around it."

"Some sort of protection thingy?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "I figure there is a buffer, of sorts, around the cabin." She let out a sigh. "We simply cannot find a way there."

"So... what is the plan?"

"We need to find out what Sappers has been doing, how he is blowing up the moon. A device capable of doing that would have to be extremely powerful. We'll need to get into his mansion to start. We might find some notes or SOMETHING to help us out."

So, we have no clue what he's doing. Just, just what you have told me."

Babe nodded. Linda, you've been doing some legwork while I've been spending time with you, gathering as much research as possible. Once we return to our time, we will meet up with you, and you will let us know what's going on and what we can do to stop him.

"So... there will be three of us against him."

We believe he is collaborating with several others. Call it a hunch."

I nodded. "So, we're going to need a lot more than just the three of us."

Babe nodded. We can return to our timeline, discover more about ourselves, and team up together to defeat him. However, that might be."

"So, a whole bunch of Babes and Lindas against Sappers and... whoever else is helping him?"

"Yeah." She shrugged. "That's all I have."

I let out a long, slow sigh and took another look at the moon. "I... it's not that I don't believe you. I mean, maybe we already stopped him, and it's not going to blow up or something."

Babe gritted her teeth. "I was afraid something like that might happen. I have no reason to blame you for doubting any of this. However, you must believe me."

"I want to."

"I know." She let out another deep breath. "I do not want to do this, but I can always show you the moment the moon gets ripped apart."

I swallowed. I looked at the moon again. "Yeah. I guess that might be something that will convince me."

My apartment was a few miles from here. Being runners, which did not bother us.

The area was beautiful, full of majestic trees and explosions of flowers, greenery, and vibrant colors.

"Hard to believe this will all be gone in such a short time," I said as we settled in.

Babe nodded.

We lay down on the forest floor, kissing lightly. She softly and tenderly ran her hands over my body, caressing me lovingly, before one of her hands found the magic between my legs, two fingers sliding inside of me.

"It might take me a bit to cum," I said, breathing hard as she fingered me.

She nodded. "That will help us. We might have to make you cum a few times to get us to the right period."

"Mmmm-hmm," I moaned as she put her fingers inside of me deeper.

On the other hand, she had the device. Out of the corner of my eye, in my ecstasy, I saw a couple of windows, one showing time going by, another showing time counting down.

"Relax," she whispered in my ear as she tenderly kissed it, kissing the side of my face.

I lost myself in the moment.

I let her control.

I have no idea how long it took; I just drowned myself in her pleasure. It seemed like several minutes had passed before I arrived.

We had popped into a room filled with storage crates, one of which read 'East India Tea Company.'

"We are exactly where I thought we would be," she whispered to me. "Relax, my love."

She continued sliding her fingers in and out of my pussy; the wetness helped with my previous orgasm.

Another orgasm hit me.

We were in another storage room. This one contained corn still on the husk.

"We are in the 1890s," she whispered. Can you hold off for another minute or two with the next one? That should take us there," she asked as her fingers continued their expert work on my pussy walls.

I nodded, letting out a slight squeal of delight.

I relaxed. She kissed my neck. She continued to finger me. My hands were between her legs, fingering her in return.

I came again.

She pulled her fingers out. I let out a small groan of protest. My fingers were still inside of her. I started to pull them out, but she shook her head, held my hand there for a moment, and then let out a small grunt of delight before falling to the ground with a sigh of relief.

She looked around.

We were in a storage closet, surrounded by cleaning supplies.

Babe nodded and smiled.

"We are exactly where I want us to be." She stood up and walked to a box, opened it, and pulled out some casual clothes. "I planted these here a while ago," she said with a smile.

We put the clothes on. After so many years of being naked or wearing furs, the modern stuff itched like fuck. I commented as such.

Babe nodded in agreement. "Whenever we come back here, I cannot get out of my head about how uncomfortable these clothes are!" she said.

There was a scream in the distance.

Babe stood up straight, brows knitted.

More screams answered.

She looked at the device.

"Fuck!" She spoke.

I opened the closet door and went into a windowless hallway.

"No! Linda! Wait!" She protested behind me as I went down the hallway.

"I... I want to see," I said.

For a minute, I walked around the hallways. Technically, I had never been here before. Sure, this was Babe's place, but I had slipped back into the past at that time and was just about to slip back into her time.

More screams, more frantic.

An explosion could be heard in the distance.

"This is very bad," Babe said. "We have to get out of here!"

But I kept walking.

Finally, I found an exit door and pushed it open, stepping out into the open sky.

I blinked.

Several large chunks of the moon floated in space before us.

They seemed to be flickering, making their approach here faster.

"What the fuck?" I muttered. I had heard about it from Babe but did not believe even my own eyes. My brain could not comprehend what was happening.

"We have to get out of here, Linda!" Babe said frantically, pulling at my arm.

I turned to her, about to protest, when a smaller piece of the moon flickered out of the corner of my eye, then grew bright as it entered our atmosphere and fell toward the ground.

The piece appeared to be only about the size of a small building, perhaps the apartment building we were in. But that was large enough.

It struck several miles away from us, but the shockwave as it traveled over the ground was tremendous, several miles away. Car alarms sounded everywhere, and frantic screams and shouts could be heard throughout the area.

The shockwave from the impact was even more significant. Both Babe and I were thrown off our feet, landing several feet behind us.

When I started to stand up groggily, a large part of the wall from the apartment building fell right on top of it.

I screamed.

I yelled.

I cried.

I dug.

I found her battled, bloodied, and bruised. She looked at me through eyes that flickered. "Please. Linda. You have to go. You have to leave. You have to make yourself cum. Now. Leave me."

Times of stress are particularly challenging for the human mind. This particular moment was seriously fucking me up. Yet, parts of me were thinking clearly.

I was able to think enough to drop my pants and panties, shove my one hand between my legs, and furiously play with my clit, while reaching my other hand out for hers.

I came.

I popped into an alley. My hand was still clasped in Babe's hand, still clasped in hers.

But she was gone. I knew it the moment I saw her.

I fell to my knees and cried like I had never cried before.

When I recovered, I looked inside of one of her clasped hands. It was so cold.

Inside was the device.

I had seen her use it enough, and I always had a knack for those kinds of things.

I held onto her tightly and did the unthinkable - I played with myself again.

I watched the device.

I came.

We were back in the old times; back before white men came to the continent.

I cried again.

I fell asleep, holding her body.

When I woke up, it was night, but I did not care.

I looked around and looked at the device.

Somehow, I knew exactly where I was at.

I threw her body over my shoulders and ran.

I arrived at the tent.

I buried my friend.

I cried.

For days and nights, I was in a trance. It was not that I couldn't think straight; it was that I was unwilling to think at all.

Then, it all crashes together. I knew what I needed to do.

I needed to go into the future again to save my friend. To save our planet.

I already had a basic plan.

I ran back to the spot where her apartment would later be built. I lay down and played with myself until cumming enough to take me to a day before the moon was ripped apart.

In the maintenance closet, I again found some clothes hidden in a box and put them on.

It contained a noticeably short miniskirt and some sneakers. Proper pairing. I put them on. I found a wad of cash stuffed in the sneakers, grabbed it, and exited the maintenance room.

I knew I was not dressed like your typical resident, but I did not give a fuck.

Into the street, I went, and into the street, I ran.

Honestly, that short skirt was not bad running wear. If I had bought it in the future, I would have bought it with running in mind, as well as comfort and sexiness in mind. I was used to running naked as it was; this dress made me practically naked.

I know I turned many heads and broke many laws, but I did not give a shit. I had stuff I needed to do.

Finally, I arrived at my destination.

The sex shop.

The cute little blonde girl Babe had told me about stood behind the counter, smiling at me when I entered.

Believe it or not, despite the fact I was in a sex shop, sex was the last thing on my mind.

After a little bit of looking around, I found the perfect dildo - one I could mount on the wall, one that would vibrate and spin slightly when inside of me.

The cute little blonde girl behind the counter bit her lower lip and smiled sweetly when I made my purchase. Under normal circumstances, I would have seriously considered jumping her bones.

These were not normal circumstances.

I made my purchase and ran back to her hotel.

I still had plenty of time, I thought.

The sky was darkening. The full moon was coming over the horizon.

It only took asking a couple of people where she lived.

She, the future Babe, told me where the key was hidden. I retrieved it and silently unlocked her door.

I silently crept through her apartment.

I saw her on the balcony, looking at the moon.

You know what comes next.