Wildflower (27 page)

“Truly I am in heaven,” sighed Hazel as she
started to pull off her clothes.

“Oh my,” purred Abby as she gave Hazel’s long
elegant frame an appreciative look, “so tall, so slim, so
exquisitely toned, so delicious ...”

“Abby,” gasped Hazel as she saw her golden
goddess naked before her.

“Like what you see?”

“Abby, stop teasing and come to me,” purred
Hazel as she stepped toward Abby and opened her arms. Abby came to
her, trying to meld into her, hungering for Hazel and demanding her
touch. Hazel scooped Abby into her strong arms and lifted her onto
the bed where she began to lovingly caress every inch of her golden
treasure...

A Summer’s Day At The Point

Hazel Fillmore yawned and stretched her tall
frame, then relaxed completely into the bed. In all her life Hazel
had never slept in a more comfortable bed and she was luxuriating
in it. She had awakened earlier and found her Abby tangled up in
her arms and sleeping soundly, masses of golden hair spilled over
Hazel’s abdomen. It had still been dark then and Hazel had caressed
Abby’s hair and drifted back to sleep. This time the sunlight was
pouring through the window and splashing over the bed that Hazel
now occupied alone.

“Abby?” she called softly as she sat up and
stretched again. She got no answer, but she could hear Abby singing
somewhere in the distance. Smiling with delight Hazel sat still,
listening to the voice of her angel. With a smooth and graceful
movement Hazel rose from the bed and padded to the bathroom.

Abby laughed with delight at Hubby’s antics
as he chased a butterfly past the clothesline where she was hanging
out the laundry. It was a long line without a pulley system and she
had to walk along it, propping it up with the long poles she had
for that purpose. She was still laughing as Hazel, dressed in
shorts and a T-shirt and with a camera slung around her neck, came
out onto the deck. “Now there’s a beautiful sound.”

At the sound of her voice Abby turned and
flashed her most dazzling smile. “Hi there,” she called brightly,
“did you sleep well?”

“Abby I haven’t rested like that in years,”
replied Hazel as she strode out along the clothesline path, smiling
brightly.

“What’s such a beautiful sound?” asked Abby
as she hung the last of the laundry on the line and propped it up
with a pole.

“Your laughter.”

“Sweet thing,” laughed Abby as she threw
herself into Hazel’s arms. “Kiss me.”

Happily, Hazel obliged. “I love you madly
Abby MacKai,” she whispered as their lips parted.

“And I love you madly too, my darling. Did
you get breakfast yet?”

“No love,” replied a smiling Hazel as she
gazed into those blue eyes, “I just got up. Why didn’t you wake
me?”

“You were sleeping so soundly, I hadn’t the
heart,” replied Abby as she held Hazel’s face in both her hands. “I
haven’t eaten either. Come on.”

Hazel picked up the empty clothes basket and
followed Abby back to the house. Hubby ran in circles around them,
barking as they walked. “What’s the matter with the man?” asked
Hazel as she tried unsuccessfully to catch hold of him.

“He’s just full of beans because we didn’t go
for our walk yet today.”

“Waiting for me?”

“Yes love, waiting for you,” smiled Abby as
she held the door open for Hazel. “I want to take you up onto the
north arm this morning. You can take your camera and I’ll carry the
picnic basket. We’ll do it up properly and you can see if there is
anything up there that interests you.”

“Oh there will be,” purred Hazel giving Abby
a long appreciative look, “you can count on that.”

“Saucy thing,” laughed Abby, “you’re as bad
as Hubby this morning. Come sit now while I get your
breakfast.”

“I want another hug and kiss first,” purred
Hazel as she took Abby in her arms.

“And you shall have all you wish,” sighed
Abby as she slid her arms around Hazel’s neck and raised her lips
for a kiss.

Thrills ran through Hazel Fillmore as she
held her golden mystery woman and kissed her lovingly. The world
danced and sang along with her heart as their lips parted and those
crystal blue eyes gazed sweetly into her own as Abby asked for
more. There was more forthcoming. Finally they had to break it up
as Hubby had managed to squirm between them and was trying to pry
them apart. “Oh Hazel,” breathed Abby as they were forced apart,
“I’m afraid something has come between us already.”

“Yes he has,” laughed Hazel as she scooped
the huge dog up in her strong arms and carried him to the dog bed
by the old wood stove. “Listen buddy,” she admonished the dog as
she deposited him on his bed, “I know how much you love Abby, but
so do I, and you have to share.” Hubby’s tail thumped vigorously on
the floor and he rolled onto his back to get his belly
scratched.

Suddenly Hazel heard a sniff behind her and
turned to see Abby with tears in her eyes. Leaping to her feet,
Hazel swept Abby into her arms and kissed away the tear. “Honey,
what is it?”

“Happy tears,” replied Abby as she hugged
Hazel fiercely. “I was so afraid this day would never come and now
you’re here and everything is so perfect and I am just so
happy...”

“Sweetie, is something burning?”

“Shit, the toast,” exclaimed Abby as she
leaped from Hazel’s arms, spinning toward the counter. Everything
was fully under control and she turned back to see a grinning
Hazel. “That’s going to cost you,” Abby said fiercely as she wagged
a finger at Hazel. “Sit down and behave yourself while I get
breakfast.”

“Yes dear,” smiled Hazel as she sat to the
table. This time it was Abby’s turn to kiss away Hazel’s happy
tears. They ate in silence with plenty of loving glances back and
forth then Abby made a picnic lunch while Hazel gathered her camera
and a bag of film.

The two women hiked along the beach hand in
hand for a while to give Hubby a chance to play with the gulls, and
then they turned up a small path that led to an abandoned road
which soon turned into a narrow path again. The day wore on with
one shriek of delight after another from Hazel as she discovered
treasure after treasure and the film slowly disappeared. Hazel had
taken fully as many pictures of Abby as she had of the flowers and
Abby was gently teasing her about wasting the film.

Hazel smiled and marveled at her golden
angel. Abby was wearing a white cotton sweater and a long flowing
skirt. The only concession she’d made to the terrain was the pair
of sturdy hiking boots. “Abby MacKai, you are so incredibly
beautiful,” sighed Hazel as she snapped the last of her film into
the plastic case and packed the camera back into her pack, “film
could never be wasted on you girl, no matter how many I took.”

“Sweet thing,” blushed Abby softly.

“We should be getting back now,” mused Hazel
as she looked at the sky. She felt the sudden shift of the breeze
and the new note of cool moisture in it.

“I agree,” declared Abby as she stood and
gathered up her writing materials and the basket she had carried.
“We may get wet as it is.”

“I sure hope not,” said Hazel as she
shouldered her pack. “I really don’t want this camera getting
wet.”

“Take the path to the old road and stick to
it,” said Abby firmly as she pointed the way. “That will take you
out right behind the house.”

“What are you talking about Abby?”

“You’re a runner Hazel, you can easily make
it to the house before the rain; I may not.”

“I’m not leaving you Abby.”

“Then we’ll both probably get wet,” replied
Abby as she pointed to the dark bank of clouds that suddenly
appeared on the horizon. “You go on ahead my love, save your
camera. You can make the tea and have it ready for me when I get
there.”

“Abby...”

“Go, you’re wasting time,” admonished Abby.
“You can dry me off when I get there, now go.”

Hazel kissed Abby deeply then swept up her
pack and fled. Abby was astonished at the speed with which Hazel
vanished from sight. Hiking her skirt up in one hand, Abby
stretched out her own stride. Hubby soon returned to keep her
company; he had run with Hazel for a while, but as soon as they
lost sight of Abby he’d turned back. Abby’s strides were swift and
sure as she’d been up on the north arm many times and she knew the
way well, but in spite of her haste she knew she was in for a
drenching. The storm was approaching swiftly and she could already
feel a few heavy drops of rain. Her first thoughts were for the
laundry that she was going to have to do over again. Ah well, it
could not be helped.

With long powerful strides Hazel made her way
down off the arm. She ran easily, but carefully as she was
unfamiliar with the path and did not want to slip and fall. As soon
as she hit the old road, she stretched out her stride and poured on
the speed. Her high school track coach would have been proud. Abby
had been left far behind and the dog had turned back to stay with
her. Hazel silently gave her approval as she raced toward the
house. She arrived just as the rain began to fall.

Hazel flew through the kitchen door and
dropped her pack in a chair. She then scooped Abby’s car keys from
the peg by the door and ran back out into the storm. It was already
raining harder. “God bless all wheel traction,” she muttered as she
started the car and turned the heater up on full blast as she
headed out onto the old abandoned road.

Abby shrieked as the skies opened up and the
water poured forth. She was totally drenched in a heartbeat, but
she had reached the old road. The walking would be much easier now
and she quickened her strides even as she bent into the storm.
Suddenly the glare of headlights appeared on the road ahead of her.
A door flew open and then she was inside out of the rain and in
Hazel’s arms. Hazel flicked open the back door for Hubby who jumped
in and promptly shook himself all over them both causing shrieks of
protest.

“Hazel honey, thank you so much for coming
for me,” gasped Abby as she swept her wet hair back from her
face.

“I realized my best chance to keep you dry
was to get the car.”

“I’ve never had the car out here before,”
said Abby thoughtfully, “I don’t think there is any place to turn
around.”

“Oh my darling,” grinned Hazel as she backed
the car off the road and turned it around, “that’s what the four
wheel drive feature is for. It works as well in the muck as it does
in the snow.”

“Well I’ll be; the things a city girl doesn’t
know.”

“That’s what you have me for sweetie,”
grinned Hazel, the delight clear in her voice.

“Hazel my love, you present me with new and
more wonderful things every day,” sighed Abby as Hazel drove
carefully back to the house. They raced through the rain to the
door and soon were safely back inside out of the weather. The
laundry was swiftly retrieved then Abby toweled off Hubby before
she ran upstairs where Hazel had a warm shower waiting for her.
“Coming in with me?”

“I didn’t get that wet,” laughed Hazel, “you
did. You need to warm up and this is just the place to do it.”

“Yes dear I know,” grinned Abby as she
allowed Hazel to help her out of her wet clothes, “but are you sure
you wouldn’t like to join me?”

The saucy look on Abby’s face made Hazel
blush, but she easily shrugged out of her clothes. “Life is good to
me,” she smiled as she helped Abby into the shower then joined her
there. It got a lot better as a smiling Abby stepped into her arms
and kissed her deeply. The shower began with love play and ended
with mutual hair washing.

They were soon back downstairs and having tea
in the living room as they watched the storm through the window.
Abby was once again in a long flowing skirt and a warm sweater.
Hazel was in a warm wool blend dress, her latest thrift store find
that she’d brought just to leave in the closet. She was now
thankful that she had it to put on. “Abby honey,” she murmured
softly, not wanting to break the peaceful spell that had fallen
over them as they watched the rain.

“Yes lover?”

“I just wanted to say how much I love it that
you always dress up a bit,” sighed Hazel, “even when we’re just
hanging around the house.”

“Thank you sweet pea,” smiled Abby. “I always
dress up a bit because it makes me feel good. I must say that dress
is fabulous on you.”

“Thank you, thank you. You’re going to have
to help me with the dress up thing a bit Abby.”

“Anything at all sweetheart.”

“It’s just that I like this a lot,” smiled
Hazel as she turned to gaze into Abby’s eyes. “Most people will
dress up to go out, for church, or to have company, but they let
themselves go when they are completely at home. I like it that you
want to look nice just for me and I want to do that for you too. I
don’t ever want to get to where we take each other for granted, and
I think this is a big part of it all.”

“Oh?”

“You are the most important person in my life
Abby. I will always want to look my best for you and to please you.
The extra little bit of time it takes for me to do this each day
will be my time to reflect on how wonderful it is to be with you,
and how empty my life was without you.”

“You are so sweet,” smiled Abby, a tear in
the corner of her eye. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

“Oh my darling,” smiled Hazel as she set
aside her cup and snuggled over closer to Abby, “Make no mistake, I
am the lucky one here.” She snuggled down with her head on Abby’s
lap and sighed with contentment as Abby ran her delicate fingers
through Hazel’s dark hair. They stayed that way for a long time,
just watching the storm and enjoying the closeness. At length Hazel
spoke, breaking the spell. “Abby, I’m getting hungry,” she
whispered softly.

“Hazel Fillmore, where do you get the
energy,” exclaimed Abby.