Hot Springs
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Category:
+G through L › Harvest Moon
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,882
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not own Harvest Moon, or any characters therein; Marevlous Interactive does. I do not, nor ever will, make any money off this story.
Back of the Library
Not quite so long or involved as the first chapter, but that's ok; it will come as it comes.
Anyway, in the future I predict threesomes, maybe an orgy... perhaps even futa? Keep your eyes peeled, whatever happens!
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Back of the Library
Karen/Mary
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Ever since that one night, at the springs, Mary had changed greatly. She went from a reserved bookworm who stuttered around men, to a cheerful, outgoing young woman with renewed self-confidence and faith in others; she'd even gone so far as to talk her parents into ordering contact lenses from Zack's suppliers, a move that had set the whole village talking. And whenever anyone asked her about it, she just shrugged, giggled, and said she'd been inspired by something in a book she'd read.
This was only part of the truth, though only Karen knew the rest of the tale.
"Everyone's talking about you," Karen said one day after work. "Some think you're an imposter and want to know where the real Mary is; Ann thinks I've gotten to you somehow." That made them both smirk, for it was truer than anyone could guess.
"I think it might be the other way around, though," the librarian replied as she bustled about the little room, getting things ready to close up; putting papers away, tidying the shelves, dousing the lamps, and such like. Karen was lounging in a chair, watching her do the chores; she had of course offered to help, but Mary had refused point-blank to let anyone help her, so that was that.
"That's that," she said to herself, putting out the last lamp. "Now, one more thing…" and she went over to the door, pulling a key out of her pocket; it had a dusty, unused look to it, since people rarely locked their doors in the village. "Don't want to be disturbed, now do we?" she inquired sweetly, turning to regard her lover.
Karen frowned a bit, but shrugged and decided she was right; they weren't sure what the rest of them would think if it was discovered they had lesbians in their midst, and neither wanted to find out. "Wouldn't they be more suspicious if they found a locked door?" she asked curiously, as Mary led the way upstairs; she had asked Gotz to expand the second floor a bit, to include a small bedroom and living area for when she ended up staying late at the library. The musty old building was more conducive to her writing than anywhere else in the village, it seemed.
"No one ought to be coming here at night anyway, so it'd serve them right," Mary replied tartly, opening the bedroom door. The bed was rather large for a single person, but she'd gotten it through by saying she tossed and turned in her sleep and needed the extra space. This wasn't a lie, though the nocturnal habit had faded out over the last few years. "So then," she went on softly, turning to face Karen.
The brunette smirked and moved in, putting her hands on the door to either side of Mary's head; gone was the naïve hesitation of that first night, now both were confident in themselves and each other as their lips locked and hands roamed and tangled in hair. "You're so hot," Karen whispered into Mary's glossy black hair, her hands running up and down the girl's back.
"Not as hot as you are," Mary replied, nuzzling Karen's neck. She slid the vest down off Karen's narrow shoulders, pulled the shirt away and undid the lacy black bra holding her breasts in place; the skin around her nipples contracted slightly in the cool, dry air of the room, and she gasped as Mary leaned down to nip at them softly.
Karen moaned at the sensation, then opened her eyes and took the librarian by the shoulders. "This time, I take the lead," she muttered, giving Mary an intense look as she pushed her back onto the bed. That stuffy blue dress came off in record time, though Karen still had to curse at how old-fashioned it was, and Mary was left in her underwear; a thin undershirt and matching white bra and panties. "Don't you ever get hot in all that?" Karen hissed irately; no matter what she said, the raven-haired woman refused to change her overall wardrobe, a stubborn side she secretly loved.
"If I wore less you wouldn't have nearly so much fun unwrapping me," Mary pointed out sensibly, to which the brunette merely growled and silenced her with a hard, hungry kiss. She responded in kind, wrapping her arms around Karen's neck and holding her tightly. When they broke apart so the brunette could go about rendering both of them naked, she looked to the side, at the small statuette of the Harvest Goddess that resided on the bedside table, next to an incense burner and an unlit stick of mint incense. "Bless us, holy one, with your grace and your love," she whispered faintly; her vision swam with green incandescence, and she shivered delightfully as deeper ecstasy thrilled through her.
Karen felt it too, though she had missed the brief greenness. "I can't wait anymore," she panted, standing over Mary, naked and glorious. She climbed down, grabbing Mary's legs and turning her onto her side, lifting one foot up and resting it on her shoulder; they had both taken to stretching and brief workouts in the mornings, so that such efforts were easily done. "I'm gonna do that one thing, ok?" Karen said, sliding herself in and grazing Mary's pussy with hers; they both moaned at the contact, and the brunette began grinding back and forth against the librarian.
According to Mary, it was called tribadism, and was a sexual practice going back a long time; even the monkeys in Africa did it, she claimed, though Karen wasn't sure she had needed to hear that bit. They had only done it once before, and the young couple were still inexperienced despite Mary's book-learning; nevertheless, it worked as it was supposed to, eliciting louder and louder moans from both girls until they climaxed at once, biting their lips to keep from screaming too loudly.
Once it was over and they could relax, Karen pulled away and stretched out beside Mary, snuggling up and kissing her neck. "We need to try something different next time," she panted, smiling tiredly.
"I'll see what I can find," Mary replied with a mischievous grin, as she put her head on Karen's shoulder. They dozed for a few minutes, then Karen reluctantly stood up and put her clothes back on; it wasn't unusual for the younger girls to stay out with each other at night, but she nevertheless didn't want to take any chances. They kissed each other a fond goodnight, and Karen slipped downstairs and out the door for her house.
Anyway, in the future I predict threesomes, maybe an orgy... perhaps even futa? Keep your eyes peeled, whatever happens!
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Back of the Library
Karen/Mary
---------------------------------
Ever since that one night, at the springs, Mary had changed greatly. She went from a reserved bookworm who stuttered around men, to a cheerful, outgoing young woman with renewed self-confidence and faith in others; she'd even gone so far as to talk her parents into ordering contact lenses from Zack's suppliers, a move that had set the whole village talking. And whenever anyone asked her about it, she just shrugged, giggled, and said she'd been inspired by something in a book she'd read.
This was only part of the truth, though only Karen knew the rest of the tale.
"Everyone's talking about you," Karen said one day after work. "Some think you're an imposter and want to know where the real Mary is; Ann thinks I've gotten to you somehow." That made them both smirk, for it was truer than anyone could guess.
"I think it might be the other way around, though," the librarian replied as she bustled about the little room, getting things ready to close up; putting papers away, tidying the shelves, dousing the lamps, and such like. Karen was lounging in a chair, watching her do the chores; she had of course offered to help, but Mary had refused point-blank to let anyone help her, so that was that.
"That's that," she said to herself, putting out the last lamp. "Now, one more thing…" and she went over to the door, pulling a key out of her pocket; it had a dusty, unused look to it, since people rarely locked their doors in the village. "Don't want to be disturbed, now do we?" she inquired sweetly, turning to regard her lover.
Karen frowned a bit, but shrugged and decided she was right; they weren't sure what the rest of them would think if it was discovered they had lesbians in their midst, and neither wanted to find out. "Wouldn't they be more suspicious if they found a locked door?" she asked curiously, as Mary led the way upstairs; she had asked Gotz to expand the second floor a bit, to include a small bedroom and living area for when she ended up staying late at the library. The musty old building was more conducive to her writing than anywhere else in the village, it seemed.
"No one ought to be coming here at night anyway, so it'd serve them right," Mary replied tartly, opening the bedroom door. The bed was rather large for a single person, but she'd gotten it through by saying she tossed and turned in her sleep and needed the extra space. This wasn't a lie, though the nocturnal habit had faded out over the last few years. "So then," she went on softly, turning to face Karen.
The brunette smirked and moved in, putting her hands on the door to either side of Mary's head; gone was the naïve hesitation of that first night, now both were confident in themselves and each other as their lips locked and hands roamed and tangled in hair. "You're so hot," Karen whispered into Mary's glossy black hair, her hands running up and down the girl's back.
"Not as hot as you are," Mary replied, nuzzling Karen's neck. She slid the vest down off Karen's narrow shoulders, pulled the shirt away and undid the lacy black bra holding her breasts in place; the skin around her nipples contracted slightly in the cool, dry air of the room, and she gasped as Mary leaned down to nip at them softly.
Karen moaned at the sensation, then opened her eyes and took the librarian by the shoulders. "This time, I take the lead," she muttered, giving Mary an intense look as she pushed her back onto the bed. That stuffy blue dress came off in record time, though Karen still had to curse at how old-fashioned it was, and Mary was left in her underwear; a thin undershirt and matching white bra and panties. "Don't you ever get hot in all that?" Karen hissed irately; no matter what she said, the raven-haired woman refused to change her overall wardrobe, a stubborn side she secretly loved.
"If I wore less you wouldn't have nearly so much fun unwrapping me," Mary pointed out sensibly, to which the brunette merely growled and silenced her with a hard, hungry kiss. She responded in kind, wrapping her arms around Karen's neck and holding her tightly. When they broke apart so the brunette could go about rendering both of them naked, she looked to the side, at the small statuette of the Harvest Goddess that resided on the bedside table, next to an incense burner and an unlit stick of mint incense. "Bless us, holy one, with your grace and your love," she whispered faintly; her vision swam with green incandescence, and she shivered delightfully as deeper ecstasy thrilled through her.
Karen felt it too, though she had missed the brief greenness. "I can't wait anymore," she panted, standing over Mary, naked and glorious. She climbed down, grabbing Mary's legs and turning her onto her side, lifting one foot up and resting it on her shoulder; they had both taken to stretching and brief workouts in the mornings, so that such efforts were easily done. "I'm gonna do that one thing, ok?" Karen said, sliding herself in and grazing Mary's pussy with hers; they both moaned at the contact, and the brunette began grinding back and forth against the librarian.
According to Mary, it was called tribadism, and was a sexual practice going back a long time; even the monkeys in Africa did it, she claimed, though Karen wasn't sure she had needed to hear that bit. They had only done it once before, and the young couple were still inexperienced despite Mary's book-learning; nevertheless, it worked as it was supposed to, eliciting louder and louder moans from both girls until they climaxed at once, biting their lips to keep from screaming too loudly.
Once it was over and they could relax, Karen pulled away and stretched out beside Mary, snuggling up and kissing her neck. "We need to try something different next time," she panted, smiling tiredly.
"I'll see what I can find," Mary replied with a mischievous grin, as she put her head on Karen's shoulder. They dozed for a few minutes, then Karen reluctantly stood up and put her clothes back on; it wasn't unusual for the younger girls to stay out with each other at night, but she nevertheless didn't want to take any chances. They kissed each other a fond goodnight, and Karen slipped downstairs and out the door for her house.