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Melissa wasn’t expecting to find Travis sitting by the log. This was one of the spots where she and Shauna used to meet. And prior to that, a place where Shauna would write in her journal. But ever since their breakup, as far as Melissa was aware, Shauna didn’t go there. Melissa had, a few times. She wasn’t sure why. Perhaps she was secretly wishing Shauna would be there, and they could just pretend that things were like they were before. Back when Shauna would be sitting on that log, writing in her journal, and Melissa would wait patiently for her to give her any kind of attention. Or maybe she just liked to come here because it felt nostalgic. But it always ended up causing her pain, it was a cruel reminder of how terribly this relationship ended, and of stupid she felt she was to have hoped it could work out.
Once again, Shauna wasn’t there, and instead there was Travis. Not sitting on the log, but rather, sitting on the ground and leaning against it. He was holding a cup, sipping whatever was inside. The look in his eyes seemed… absent. Like he wasn’t fully there. Maybe even lost in his thoughts.
Melissa knew she should probably just turn around and leave him be. She knew things had been rough for him, and lately it seemed to have gotten worse. He was more isolated than he used to be, and she did feel bad for him. Maybe some company could do him well.
There is was again, that loneliness she always ended up feeling drawn to.
“Hey,” Melissa said, stepping closer to him.
Travis barely reacted, not even looking up. “Hey.”
Even his voice sounded like it wasn’t quite there. This wasn’t off to a great start.
“U-uh, would you… would you mind some company?”
There was a silence for a second, and Melissa worried that he might just be ignoring her. That would be pretty awkward, and quite rude.
“Sure,” he finally answered.
Melissa sighed. She then sat next to him, leaning against the log.
“What you got there?” she asked, pointing at the cup.
“Tea. Lottie made it for me. She said it’d help.”
Of course. Lottie was always there, trying to “help”, failing to realize that she was making things worse. Melissa had that scar on her shoulder as proof of that.
“Do you want some?” Travis suddenly proposed. “Maybe it could help you, too.”
“Help me… with what?”
“To listen .”
Oh. Right. Lottie made that tea. Melissa had a doubt about what could be inside. The rational part of her brain knew it was a bad idea, that she should just say no and maybe even get away.
But at the same time, she felt like crap and it was tempting to just let go. So fuck it. Sure, why not? Just this once, if that helped her escape from her thoughts, from her pain, from her regrets.
“Sure. Thanks,” Melissa said as she accepted the cup. She brought it to her lips and started with a small sip.
It tasted like… well, it was hard to tell. It didn’t taste like anything, really. If she had to describe it, she’d say it felt like swallowing muddy water. Not great, but could be worse. She took a bigger sip before trying to hand back the cup to Travis.
He shook his head. “You can have the rest. I think… I’ve had enough.”
Did she want the rest? Eh, sure, why not? She kept drinking, feeling more and more the muddy texture. How many shrooms did Lottie put in? She was starting to get a bit worried, but at this point, it was too late to regret.
The sun was starting to set once she finished the “tea”. It was starting to get a bit colder without the warmth of the sun, but compared to the harsh winter they had endured, this was nothing. A bit refreshing even, after the equally harsh summer they went through.
“Do you feel any better?” Travis suddenly asked.
Melissa put the cup down. “A little.”
“Can you hear It ?”
All she could hear was the wind and the occasional birds chipping. But perhaps this was part of It; those were the sounds of the wilderness, after all.
“I guess so,” she replied.
“I can hear t hem , sometimes. Their voices ,” Travis continued. “They are part of me now. Part of us .”
Melissa should feel concerned by what he was saying, but with her head spinning, it was as if she couldn’t really grasp how odd he was acting. Her body felt more and more limp too, and she had a hard time focusing on anything. Travis was still talking about whatever , but she couldn’t make out what he was saying anymore.
“... I’m sorry…”
That, she heard. She looked at him, confused. “A-about what?”
He furrowed his brows. “I… I’m not sure. About everything, and also nothing.”
Melissa nodded, as if she had understood what it meant. Maybe a part of her did, because she ended up saying the same thing. “I’m sorry too. For all and naught.”
She put a hand on his shoulder, like they had this mutual understanding. The sun had set now, and she could only vaguely see Travis’ form thanks to the moonlight. She could make out his red flannel jacket, his dark hair that was long enough now that it could almost reach his shoulders, and his brown eyes reflecting in the weak light…
For a brief moment, it wasn’t Travis she saw sitting by her side. It was someone else, another pair of brown eyes staring at her. Her mind was a mess, and her heart was pounding so strongly in her chest. There were no coherent thoughts in her head, only the feeling of longing for this person she still loved in spite of herself.
Only listening to this strong desire, Melissa launched herself at this person, pressing her lips on theirs. She had no more care in the world other than this burning passion she still held towards her . She then felt a hand in her hair, fingers softly running through it as the person kissed her back.
“ Shauna, please, ” Melissa didn’t say that name out loud, but this was all she could think about.
“Hmm… Nat.”
When she heard that, coming from a masculine voice, Melissa instantly pulled away.
What the fuck?
She came back to her senses. Was she just… kissing Travis? And did he just call her Nat…? Oh my God. How fucking high was she!?
“Shit… I’m sorry. I… mistook you for someone else,” Melissa quickly apologized, deeply embarrassed.
And it seemed like it was the case for Travis, too.
“I… huh… fuck ,” Travis stuttered.
She couldn’t see well, but there was definitely something poking in Travis’ pants…
Dude was totally pitching a tent. Melissa could hardly believe he had a boner just from kissing her.
Not that she was in any position to judge him. She could feel that she had gotten wet herself… not because she kissed him (eww), but because of who she thought she was kissing. She assumed it was the same for him.
He seemed to have noticed as he tried to cover his crotch with his hands.
“I… I’m sorry, I don’t know why I-”
“It’s fine. I… I got pretty excited too,” she told him, like she wanted to reassure him.
It was too dark for Melissa to see his expression, but his lack of response led her to believe he wasn’t questioning why a lesbian got excited from kissing him. Maybe he was too high to think about this detail. Melissa sure was too high to care about that, too.
And honestly, in the dark, she could barely tell that Travis was a boy. In fact, Travis was practically “one of the girls” now. After spending months with no other men around, Travis had essentially become one of them. He didn’t count as a man- he was basically a girl now.
Right?
Yeah, whatever. That could work. She was high and horny, so she couldn’t care less right now.
“Do you… do you want to do it…?” Gosh, she was still so bad at initiating that kind of stuff.
Travis weakly nodded. “Y-yeah, sure. If… if you don’t mind.”
She sure didn’t mind. She closed the distance between them and kissed him again, straddling his lap.
It sure felt less exciting now that she knew it was him. Kissing him wasn’t necessarily “gross”, but the thought of kissing a guy was still a turn-off.
Except Travis wasn’t a “guy” anymore. This was like kissing a girl… a really masculine girl. A butch, even. Yeah, that could work. Just try to picture Travis as a butch woman. At least the lack of a beard helped preserve the illusion.
His boner rubbing against her thigh though, that could break the immersion. Unless this butch woman happened to have a dick (which, technically, not impossible). Or she could just picture it as a strap. Yeah, that would work. She wouldn’t mind fucking a butch who was wearing a strap.
She wouldn’t mind Shauna fucking her with a strap.
She moaned at that thought, starting to rub her crotch against Travis’ boner. She kept kissing him, appreciating the hardness she felt against her pussy as she kept rocking her hips. This was basically the same as when she was humping Shauna’s leg (she loved to make Melissa do that, like she was a dog). She felt his hands on her hips, gripping her. His hands were much larger than Shauna’s. But hey, so where hers. So it wasn’t necessarily a masculine trait. It was fine .
“You… you can touch me, if you want,” Melissa proposed.
He nodded, and she guided his hands to her chest. Both of his hands were softly cupping her breasts through her clothes. She gasped at that contact.
“D-don’t… be worried about getting a bit… rougher. I… like it that way.”
Apparently he didn’t need to be told twice, as he squeezed her tits harder. Shauna was almost always rough like that when she touched her.
“Ah…! Y-yes, just like this…!”
She leaned down to kiss him again. If she closed her eyes, she could almost picture Shauna touching her. Travis let out a grunt.
“M-Melissa, it’s… it’s too tight, in there. I need to get it out.”
Melissa opened her eyes. In the darkness, she couldn’t see what he was referring to, but she had an inkling about what he meant.
“Okay… w-well, wip it out then.”
“A-alright…”
Travis started fidgeting with his pants, struggling to pull them off. Melissa sighed, hesitantly reaching for the hem of his pants. She could feel the zipper and pulled it down, her hand rubbing against his erection through his boxers. She shuddered.
“T-there. You can do the rest,” she said.
“Thanks…”
Travis slipped his hand into his underwear, fishing for his cock. Melissa was grateful for the darkness so she wouldn’t have to see it. She could still preserve the illusion in her mind. Other than for his voice (and hey, some women could have a deep voice too), she could really pretend Travis was another girl. She approached her core to his thingy , rubbing herself on it. Travis gasped.
“F-fuck… your… your pants feel… too rough,” he complained.
Right. She was wearing jeans. Not the most comfortable texture to rub against something this sensitive. Melissa grabbed the hem of her pants and pulled them down, her underwear coming out with them. She shifted her position a little to pull them down her knees, before sitting back on Travis’ lap. She could feel the cold air against her pussy. She moved her hips a bit closer, until she could feel his dick against her slip.
“ Think of it as a strap, think of it as a strap, think of it as a strap, ” she kept telling herself.
With that image in mind, she started rocking her hips, rubbing her core against Travis’ length . She was even wetter than she thought, her slick pussy grinding nicely and soothly against his shaft, sending jolts of pleasure through her hard clit pressing against it.
She lifted her hips a little, trying to get a bit more friction from the tip . She put her hands on Travis’ shoulders to keep her balance, while he put his hands on her waist. She leaned in a bit more to kiss him, feeling his tip rubbing against her slit.
Then, it slowly started to slip inside. Melissa wasn’t sure if she was the one who moved first, but neither of them made any attempt to prevent it. She lowered herself while Travis moved his hips forward to slip more of his length inside her cunt. Melissa let out a deep moan as she felt her pussy being filled, she was so wet and aroused that it slipped easily inside of her. Travis let out a groan, starting to instinctively move his pelvis.
Melissa didn’t think she had something this big inside of her before. The biggest she got was perhaps Shauna’s fingers, who managed to fit three of them all at once. Or maybe it was that one time Shauna fucked her with the hilt of her knife. Yeah, in terms of size, this was the most comparable to what Travis got. Gosh, she really wished she were getting fucked by Shauna instead. Even if it was by the hilt of her knife.
While one of his hands stayed on her waist, his other hand started to roughly grope one of her breasts. Melissa moved her hips faster, shoving her tongue inside his mouth with the kind of hunger she used to have for Shauna. He squeezed her tits and she gasped in his mouth, feeling close to reaching her climax.
“F-fuck… I think I’m… I think I’m gonna-” Travis buried his face in her neck. “N-Nat… arghhh…!”
This was the first time someone came while uttering another girl’s name when having sex with her. Then again, the only other better she slept with was Shauna and, contrary to what she heard people say about them, Shauna wasn’t calling her by that name. Thank God.
She came shortly after, letting out a moan that sounded almost like a cry. She could feel something twitching inside of her, as her cunt was now pulsating. Her body went limp, and she softly collapsed on top of Travis, panting. He was holding her gently, breathing heavily against her neck. His dick got softer, slipping out of her pussy. She could feel a warm liquid still inside of her, some of it dripping down her thigh. Was it… cum?
Fuck. Travis came inside of her. Unprotected. When she finally realized what it meant, she panicked and quickly got up.
“Shit…! We shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have… fuck,” she mumbled.
“W-what…? What’s wrong…?” he slurred his words.
Melissa pulled up her pants and underwear. “I… I’m sorry, I have to go.”
She didn’t even let Travis answer that she walked away, hobbling her way back to the village and to the hut she shared with Gen. Thankfully for her, the latter was already asleep.
It seemed like she had been lucky, when she woke up, she discovered that she was on her period. This was probably the first and only time she was relieved to see blood down there. If her sex education classes were anything to go by, it meant that the chances she got knocked up were very low.
Neither she nor Travis acknowledged what happened last night. Heck, given how high they both were, maybe he simply forgot. Either way, she’d rather pretend that nothing happened, so him not talking about it was perfectly fine. They can both pretend it never happened.
But one thing was sure in her mind. Her heartbreak over Shauna put her at risk. As long as Shauna was around, not only was she a threat to her, but so was Melissa towards herself. There was only one thing she could do to free herself from that torment. She had to get rid of said threat.
Shauna had to die.