My wife is an avid reader and she has a little thing for lesbian smut. Naturally she challenges me to write a bit since she knows I, sometimes, like to write for fun. It takes me forever to finish it but I've had some free time to dedicate a bit more to the story. This little fantasy is a bit of both our interests -smut plus mythical shit. Anyway, I hope this peaks your interest the way it peaked my wife's. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Theo awoke to the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the mellow strains of jazz playing softly from the kitchen. The gentle breeze filtered through the open window, carrying with it the crisp scent of autumn leaves and the distant rustling of a nearby forest. She smiled as she snuggled into her warm, soft bed, grateful for mornings like these in their new home. Sunlight poured in through the bedroom window, casting golden hues across the walls and illuminating the delicate patterns on the curtains.
She stretched, enjoying the way her muscles loosened, and grabbed the thick terry cloth robe from the back of the door. As she wrapped herself in its comforting warmth, the cold air in the hallway gave her a slight shiver, reminding her of the seasonal change. She took a moment to admire the small details in their new house—the sleek wooden floors, the ornate light fixtures, and the cozy rug in the hallway.
The jazz music grew louder as she descended the staircase, and the scent of coffee became more pronounced, filling the air with its inviting presence. Theo entered the kitchen to find Lauren, her wife, outside on the backyard patio. Lauren was a stunning woman, with jet-black locs that fell over her shoulders and eyes the color of cherrywood; a reddish brown hue. Lauren’s eyes were always something Theo got lost in. Her energy was infectious, and her laugh could light up a room.
Theo stepped outside, and the tranquil sounds of nature greeted her. The distant chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, and the occasional creak of a tree branch added to the peaceful atmosphere. She approached Lauren, who was leaning over the wooden fence, admiring the view. Theo wrapped her arms around Lauren from behind, her touch gentle yet firm.
Lauren turned, her smile as radiant as the morning sun. "I see you found the coffee," she teased, her voice playful and warm. "Where the coffee goes, I follow," Theo replied with a smirk. She planted a soft kiss on Lauren's cheek, her lips brushing lightly against her skin.
Theo moved toward the swinging chair in the corner of the patio, noting the intricate carvings on its wooden frame. Lauren remained at the fence, her gaze fixed on the lush expanse of trees that bordered their property. Their house was the last one in the neighborhood before the forest reserve, providing them with an almost seamless connection to nature. Lauren's expression softened as she spoke, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "I'm so glad your mom realized she was about that city life and let us buy this place. It's so beautiful out there," she said, gesturing toward the dense forest. Theo nodded, her eyes tracing the patterns of light filtering through the trees. "Yeah, I love it. It's so quiet and serene," she replied, her voice calm but with an underlying hint of excitement. "I saw a couple of paths over there. Maybe we can go for a walk or something later?" Lauren suggested, her tone casual yet hopeful.
Theo considered it, recalling her mother's stories about the forest paths. "Well, Mom told me about a bike race that happens every year on one of the paths. It's not too far from here; maybe we can join in later instead?" she proposed, her eyes lighting up at the thought of an adventure. Lauren sighed dramatically, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "My love, why can't we just go for a walk like regular people? Why do you always want to turn everything into an extreme Olympic sport?" she asked, feigning exasperation.
Theo laughed, her voice a musical lilt that filled the air. "It's not extreme sports, baby. We have bikes, and it's beautiful out. We can only ride them for a few weeks before the winter comes in. It's not like we're in the city. Please, baby, for me?" she said, her eyes wide and expressive. Lauren couldn't resist the pouty face. "I hate when you use that look. It's so hard to say no to the pouty face," she replied, shaking her head with a grin. Theo's smile grew even wider. "Yay! Does that mean we can join the race?"
Lauren grumbled playfully, "but the bears..." she began, but Theo quickly countered, "baby, those bears are not thinking about us. Besides, there wouldn’t be a race on a path that wasn’t safe. Also, would you rather try to outrun a bear or out-ride it?" Lauren paused to consider, then nodded. "Fine, we’ll go bike riding," she agreed, her smile growing as Theo's enthusiasm proved transmittable.
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The sound of gravel crunched beneath the tires as Lauren steered into the parking lot at the park's main entrance. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, a faint scent of rain lingering from the night before. Through the windshield, Theo squinted, her eyes scanning the empty expanse of the parking lot. “Where is everyone?” she whispered, her voice nearly drowned out by the sound of distant birdsong.
Lauren killed the engine, her fingers lightly tapping on the steering wheel as she too peered out, her brow furrowing. “I’m not sure, babe. Are you sure it was today?” The emptiness around them felt heavy, as if the park itself was holding its breath. The sun was climbing in the sky, casting dappled shadows through the thick canopy of trees. “That’s what Mom said, and I remember seeing it on a flier at that little coffee shop.” Theo replied, shifting in her seat.
Lauren unbuckled her seatbelt, the metallic click echoing in the quiet. “Stay here, I’ll go check everything out. Maybe they changed the location.” She pushed the door open, the creak of the hinges blending with the rustling leaves. A light breeze ruffled her hair as she walked toward the park’s information booth, her bike shorts making a faint swishing sound with each step.
As she neared the booth, a woman with a bright red bike noticed her. The woman wore a helmet, her cheeks flushed from a recent ride. “You looking for the entrance for the race?” she asked, her voice warm and friendly. Lauren nodded, her ponytail swaying slightly. “Yeah, we thought the meet-up was here, but we can't seem to find anyone. Do you know if they changed the location?”
The woman, her eyes crinkling with kindness, met Lauren halfway. “It's actually up one of the main trails. I can take you there if you'd like. I was planning to bike there myself, but I don't mind giving you a ride.”
Lauren's face brightened. “That’d be great, let me just check in with my wife.” She jogged back to the car, her footsteps barely making a sound on the dirt path. When she reached the car, she leaned in through the open window. “Aye babe, this lady said she knows where the registration cabin is. She said she can take us. She said it’s a bit of a ride, but we can drive there.” Theo's eyes narrowed as she studied the woman from a distance. “I don’t know that white woman,” she said, her voice low but firm. Lauren rolled her eyes playfully. “Listen, you wanna do this race don’t you? ‘Cause I can go back home and take that simple walk like I wanted to. You ain't gotta tell me twice.” Theo pursed her lips a bit then sighed, her shoulders relaxing a bit. “You got a weapon?” she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“Always,” Lauren replied with a wink.
Theo nodded. “Okay. But if she gets all crazy Karen don’t hesitate.”
“You already.” Lauren said.
Lauren motioned for the woman to come over, her voice light and friendly. “Okay, we’re good to go. Let me just put your bike with ours in the back.” As the woman approached, Lauren asked, “What’s your name, by the way?” “Amelia,” she replied with a friendly smile, her bike tires crunching over the gravel.
The drive wasn’t long, but the road was bumpy, each jolt sending a shiver through the car. The trees grew denser, their branches forming a thick canopy that muted the sunlight. Theo shifted in her seat, her fingers tracing patterns on the foggy window. Lauren and Amelia chatted about the trail and the local area, their voices filling the otherwise silent car. Despite the chatter, Theo couldn’t shake a feeling of unease. Something about the darkness of the woods felt wrong.
Finally, they arrived at the cabin, its cobblestone facade giving it an air of rustic charm. The grand windows were inviting, but the rickety sign that read "information" was weathered and crooked. Lauren parked, and they unloaded their bikes from the back. Several cyclists were gathered outside, chatting and stretching after their ride. The smell of earth and pine was mixed with the scent of sweat and rubber tires.
One of the cyclists, a fit man in cycling gear, waved to Amelia. “Amelia, you're late! The race was rescheduled for today, remember?” he said with a friendly grin. Lauren and Theo exchanged confused glances. “Rescheduled?” Lauren asked, her eyebrows lifting. Amelia slapped her forehead with her palm. “I totally forgot! It was rescheduled for today. Sorry, you missed it,” she explained, her face turning slightly red.
Tony, the friendly cyclist, chimed in. “Yeah, we normally ride at dusk, but today was Ride Before Dawn. It’s weird, but it’s what the organizers wanted.” Lauren looked at Theo, and they exchanged a knowing glance. "That's some white people shit," she whispered under her breath but loud enough for Theo to hear, a smirk crossing her lips. Theo chuckled softly, the tension easing slightly. Tony shrugged. “It’s a bit dangerous, but we know these woods well. Anyway, we’re staying for breakfast if you’d like to join us. I’m Anthony, by the way, but you can call me Tony.” He reached out to shake their hands.
Lauren introduced herself and Theo. “Thanks, Tony. I’m Lauren, and this is my wife Theo.” Theo nodded politely, but her eyes kept darting around the cabin, taking in the surroundings. The cyclists seemed friendly enough, but something about the whole setup felt off. She was used to trusting her instincts, and something was telling her that they weren't entirely safe.
As they entered the cabin, it was grander than Theo had imagined. The ceilings stretched high, their beams thick with age. The decor was a mix of rustic charm and eccentric oddities, as if the place had once been a bustling bed and breakfast but had fallen into slight disrepair. Amelia led them to the kitchen, where a buffet table was set with a lavish spread of breakfast foods.
Lauren's eyes lit up as she saw the food, her hands rubbing together in delight. "At least we don't have to cook when we get home," she said, picking up a plate. Theo nodded, the scent of freshly cooked bacon and scrambled eggs filling her nose. The warm aroma softened her nerves a bit, but she still couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place.
Tony guided them toward a long table where the cyclists were seated, their plates piled high with food. "Tell us about yourselves," one of them said, his tone casual but curious. Amelia jumped in, introducing Lauren and Theo, explaining how they had given her a ride.
"Are you guys staying for the event tonight?" another cyclist asked.
"We're not sure," Theo replied cautiously, her eyes darting around the table, noticing how everyone seemed to know each other. The camaraderie was palpable, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something she couldn't quite place.
"You should stay. There's a party tonight with some special guests," Tony explained. "It should be fun."
Lauren seemed excited, but Theo was more hesitant. She was starting to prefer that simple walk in the park, but she didn’t want to spoil Lauren’s enthusiasm. "Uh…we'll think about it," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
The room suddenly grew quieter as a man dressed like a butler entered, holding a large pitcher of mimosas. Two maids followed him, also carrying pitchers. The sound of their footsteps was almost imperceptible on the wooden floor. Lauren's eyes sparkled at the sight of the mimosas. "These people have mimosas?!" she whispered to Theo, her voice filled with glee.
Theo laughed but reminded Lauren, "Baby, we have to drive." But Lauren was too eager for a glass, and soon the butler was pouring her a drink. Lauren did a little dance, the sparkling liquid catching the light. Theo rolled her eyes playfully, a hint of a smile breaking through her guard.
After a few drinks, Theo started to relax a bit, the food and mimosas easing the tension that had been building in her chest. The cyclists seemed friendly enough, their stories and jokes flowing as easily as the drinks. But then, as Theo took another sip, she felt a wave of dizziness hit her, as if the room had shifted beneath her feet. Panic flared in her chest, and she leaned toward Lauren, her voice low and shaky. "Baby, I don’t…I don’t feel so good."
Lauren, her smile fading, looked at Theo with concern. "Do you need some water?"
Theo shook her head, the dizziness growing stronger. "No, it feels different. Something’s not right. I want to go home," she whispered, her voice tight with fear. The room seemed to fall into a heavy silence, the cheerful chatter ceasing as all eyes turned toward Theo.
Amelia suggested that Theo could rest in one of the spare rooms, but Theo wasn’t having it. "I don't want to lie down. I want to leave," she snapped, her voice rising in panic. She tried to stand, but her legs felt weak, the room spinning around her. Lauren grabbed her arm, helping her up.
“Baby, let’s go lie down for a bit. I won’t leave your side,” Lauren said, her voice soft but steady. Theo’s vision blurred, the edges growing dark. She tried to fight it, but the darkness was too strong. The last thing she heard was Lauren's voice, a gentle whisper that seemed to come from a great distance, then everything went black.
To Be Continued...
Thanks for tuning in. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and can already see where I'm going to take the next. While you wait here's a sneak peak at next weeks saga of The Devil She Knew:
As Theo walked through the dimly lit room, she saw Lauren kissing the woman she'd been talking to earlier. Her heart stopped, her stomach churning with a mix of shock and anger. She couldn't believe her eyes. Rage boiled over, and she screamed, “LAUREN!” The sharpness in her voice cut through the low hum of conversation.
Lauren turned, but instead of guilt, she had a smirk on her lips. "Join us," she said, her tone sultry. "We all belong to each other here. We all belong to you."
Theo snatched the cup from Lauren's hand, the sticky rim leaving a residue on her fingers. "What the fuck did they give you?" she yelled, tossing the cup to the ground where it shattered into a spray of glass and sloshing liquid. The woman approached, her hand sliding onto Theo's shoulder, her touch a mix of heat and pressure. She leaned in close, her breath warm against Theo's ear. "Theo, this is how we show our love," she whispered, her voice as smooth as silk. "Why don’t you join us? I can watch if you'd like."
See you next week.
