#naturedocumentary

It didn't surprise you, After living with the two of them for a few days and hanging out with vee again, as well as becoming familiar with your childhood crush's new girlfriend, you’ve more than heard throughout the house just how close and friendly they are— how special they are to each other. You’ve spent many nights now, staring up at the high rustic cabin ceiling of the guest bedroom with wide aware eyes and all of your blood pooling to your face and nethers, listening to the two women fuck so hard and loud that they make the sturdy wood walls shake.

It left you with a bad taste in your mouth the first time it happened. The taste was envy mixed with a torturous concoction of sexual frustration that churned like poison in your gut to the point that it crossed your mind to unearth one of your own toys from your bag of luggage and competing against the two noisy bastards.

You resist that tantalizing temptation, instead opting to cradle the thin pillow over your head and ears while you turn on your side- planning to just sleep it off for the night. The emaciated pillow did little to block out the constant thudding of wood creaking against wood, but at least it muffled the worst of veeronica's keening whines of Wanwoods name that were so clear and loud you swore she were right next to you- and you tried not to think about how you wished it were your name she were calling, and how it were your bed you wished she'd ended up in.

By the third day, you had almost become numb to their daily coupling, convinced yourself that it didn't matter what you thought or what you hoped for, Vee was happy, you'd rather bend over backwards than to ruin this for her. Yet, despite your acknowledgement- you still sulked, cuddled up and neatly tucked away into a sunny corner of your bedroom window your eyes empty as you gazed out into the wild humdrum of the forest and the wind swaying the treetops. The bees perched from flower to flower you followed as they traveled until your gaze caught on a familiarly colored red dahlia with a center that glowed brilliantly in the sunlight with a soft pink hue...

You sighed, opting to stop this senseless mulling and moping, perhaps preoccupy yourself with actually enjoying the good weather, maybe find that river you were told about, hopefully it would wash away these lingering feelings and aches... Wishful thinking.

You stood on numb legs as you unfurled yourself with a full-body bone popping stretch accompanied by a sharp exhale at the relief. You paced through the old rustic cabin until your bare feet parted from rough wood and met soft warm grass and from there you wandered the forest with all the grace of a drifting leaf following wherever the wind led it. You continued bumbling through familiarly unfamiliar paths, tracing your hands over carved wards engraved thoughtfully upon bark, allowing your previous defeatism and homelessness to become just as lost as you have became. It wasn't long before you found yourself ankle deep in a flowing stream. You stepped deeper into the flow as it lapped splattering against rocks and onto your clothes. The water was cool and refreshing against the warm rays of the sun and you quickly found yourself following the winding body.

You had wadded the lengths out in a few short moments despite the turbulent current and smooth weathered rocks threatening to sweep you from your feet you arrived at where the stream ended, a beautiful lake with water so clear you could count the rocks piled at its depths.

It was more than inviting, it was irresistible. All but beckoning you to traverse it's waters and rest your weary mind and body. You wasted no time in heeding, gathering up your clothing and leaving it on the bankside.

You float amongst the darting minnows who curiously pecked at your form before darting back into their swarm, you paid them no mind, comfortable in the still calming waters. Your mind began to wander amongst the quite calm, thoughts of Veeronica emerged at the forefront of your mind, you wondered what it would have been like if you hadn't chickened out on asking her out and if a relationship between the two of you would even work out? Nah, it'd probably be horrific... Yet, deeply you wanted to see where that abominable road would lead you both.

A chilling low cry split the peaceful calm in half and you jolted back to the present. You jerked your head around to find the source of the cry only to find a peacefully empty lake, only you, the fish, and the hammering of your own heart.

You rightened yourself from laying on your back and strained your ears to listen past the cicada songs and trilling birds, until something strange yet familar catches your attention.

Just beyond the lake tucked beneath the private shade of two tall trees Veeronica is holding Wanwood flush against the sturdy bark of an elder oak, her arms hooking the taller woman's legs right over her elbows as if she weighed nothing- Wanwood only being held up by Veeronica's grasp on the back of her lovers bare ass, using her body and grip as leverage as she thrusts up into Wanwood with a devastating pace that shook the tree with each brutal slap of her strap ramming inside her. Wanwood's toned arms are bound tightly around Veeronica's shoulders, Her teeth sinking deep buried in Veeronica's shoulder as she moaned around the soft material, her face flushed and hooded eyes glazed, unseeing. She looks so out of it, like Veeronica's cock has melted all thoughts from her brain.

You swallow, suddenly feeling too hot. Struck like a deer in headlights, you just can’t turn away. You don’t even realize your hand has traveled past your navel and to your weeping sex, you stifle your noises by pinning your bottom lip beneath your teeth as your hands find your arousal, fingers lightly dragging along your sex. You don’t even register what you're doing until—

“Vee!” Wanwood lets out a deep moan, throwing her head back against the tree so hard her antlers scrape the bark from its surface, her eyes clenched shut and mouth opening into a 'O' as a multitude of shuddering gasps are wretched from her throat. “Oh... Vee!- please—”

Vee lets out something like a snicker before pressing impossibly deeper into Wanwood and flushing her boxy face into hers in which she returned with peppered kisses all over Veeronica's screen, her hands no longer clawing at her back but resting gently on the sides of vees face as she gasps out one last cry in the space between her kisses, her whole being shuddering as she cums over vee's cock.

A needy whimper leaves your lips, your eyes wide and sparkling as your hand moves frantically over your sex, your control already deteriorating the bolder you became, your own orgasm encroaching and leaving you teetering right on the edge.

I want, you can only think, gasping around your own building sensations. I want, I want, I want—

But what do you want? Do you want Veeronica to fuck you the way she does to Wanwood? For her fat strap to pound away your worries, to show that shes always loved you, that she wants you? Or do you want to be the one who makes Wanwood feel that way? How would she feel beside you?

I don’t know. I don’t fucking care , you silence those thoughts as quickly as they came, to chase your own release fiercely and selfishly, your thighs tremble in the cool lake water sending ripples around your trembling form before you cum, you wish you were there to just soak in the afterglow, how they just hold each other like they’re two parts of the same soul.

You just want. You'd give anything to just be there with them.

It’s then, as her head is slumped over Veeronica's shoulder, that Wanwood blinks the tears from her eyes. Her eyes clear of the cock drunk glaze, sharpens. Focusing with precision. right, on you.

You freeze, your eyes locked and you realized just what you’re doing—suddenly filled with shame, embarrassment, and disgust with yourself. Heat gathers from behind your eyes and, once you draw your hand from between your legs, you pivot on your heel and run from the clear lake into the forest; not bothering to gather your clothes from the bankside.

Still rooted to their spot, Wanwood leans her cheek against Veeronica's shoulder, the content smirk tugging at the corner of her lips raise into a grin as her eyes follows your form as you run away, her cheeks flushed and eyes lidded.

What a lewd little thing, she thinks, her gaze following your back as you dart in the opposite direction of her home, your clothes still haphazardly thrown against the bankside; forgotten in your fleeing. She slowly licks her lips, recalling the glimpse she had of you in pleasure—at watching her be in pleasure—over watching her and Vee together.

“…So, I’m guessing they saw?” Veeronica chimes in her ear.

“Yes, infact in sure they'd like to be apart of our little show next time around.”

“Fucking finally! ”