Trigon by Red Hope

Chapter 3

The drive had been quiet, tense, and stuffy despite the passenger window was half open nearly at the start of the ride. K-Mart attempted to hide from the prickly atmosphere by going back to her math textbook. She'd already turned up the music earlier, but it did nothing to get Claire to chill out. She noticed how Claire kept checking on their back passenger by looking in the rearview mirror. K-Mart struggled not to twist her head around and pointedly stare at the stranger to the convoy. But she was grateful that the stranger, Alice, had shown up in time to save Claire.

For the thirtyish time, the convoy leader glanced in the rearview mirror. But Alice was still positioned the same way. Claire was unnerved how Alice remained motionless and with calm features despite being in the thick air of the Hummer.

What'd been on Claire's mind the most was the earlier attack from the undead. She wasn't sure what'd bothered her more, Alice's fancy footwork or the undead's new skills. Claire had never seen anybody crazy enough to get in so close with undead and use blades like Alice. She understood the desire to use swords or the like, but any intelligent person heeded the risks involved with getting close to undead. But Claire could tell Alice wasn't an idiot so there was something else going on that Claire wasn't seeing, yet.

Alice had buckled up, like it was a normal car ride with her friends. However, she blocked out Claire's obvious glances and K-Mart's tense shoulders by closing her eyes. She wasn't asleep, but she was in solitude rather than facing the freaked out women in the front seat.

K-Mart was losing the battle and gave up on her math. She closed the textbook but drew the open composition book on top. She started doodling on a clean page, which helped clear her mind. She bit her bottom lip then built up the courage to do what Claire was dying to do. "So where you from?"

Claire gave her friend a surprised look. She didn't expect that from K-Mart.

"Detroit... originally." Alice had her hands resting in her lap with her distinct yet sheathed blades across her thighs. She slowly opened her eyes. "But I moved to Raccoon City."

K-Mart was fascinated now and turned in the seat. "Claire and I are from Raccoon City too." She caught Claire's disapproving glance, but she didn't see the harm. "Actually, I lived out in the suburbs of Raccoon City in an area called Meadow Springs."

Alice dipped her head and recalled, "It was a pretty neighborhood."

"It was," K-Mart softly agreed. She placed her pencil in the binding's crevice. "What you do for a living?" She tried acting like this was a normal conversation.

Alice revealed a dark smirk and replied, "I hunt undead."

K-Mart's twisted stomach turned slightly more, but she didn't show it to Alice. "I hear the pay is bad." She earned a throaty laugh from Alice.

"And not many live long in that line of work," Claire remarked.

Alice's honey dipped sky blue eyes cut to Claire's profile, since she sat behind K-Mart. "Only the ones not trained right."

K-Mart let out a quiet breath at seeing the stress rippling off Claire. She'd hadn't see it this bad in a long time. She had hoped their conversation would have helped, but it was worsening everything. She shifted gears and asked, "Where are you headed to?"

Alice shrugged and vaguely answered, "Wherever the undead are located." She canted her head and decided to turn the tables on K-Mart. "How about you and this convoy?"

K-Mart briefly looked at her friend, who acted only focused on the driving. But K-Mart knew Claire rather well and could tell Claire was leaving it to her to answer Alice's question. She focused on Alice again and replied, "We're headed to Emerald City." Alice's grin actually eased K-Mart's balled up stomach.

"I think you're better off getting out of Oz," Alice joked.

K-Mart shrugged and sadly murmured, "I wish we could." She leaned her temple against the leather. "What was your previous job before the outbreak?" This time K-Mart saw the tension lines on Alice's face. She wondered if she'd get an answer.

"I was a security guard," Alice simply explained. She shrugged and brushed off, "Nothing exciting."

Claire usually didn't care too much about another human's past, prior to the apocalypse. But Alice's defenses put Claire on alert. She really wasn't liking their new company in the Hummer. She decided it was time to take over the conversation. "What are your plans?" Her voice was strong and held warning that Alice wasn't welcomed in the convoy for too long.

Alice realized that the leader had drawn a line, and she was by herself on one side. She was use to it and wouldn't fight to stay with the convoy. She wanted to move on because her mission didn't involve other humans. "If you can just get me close to a large town, I'll go from there."

Claire considered her mental map and started tapping the GPS's touchscreen. She zoomed out from their location and reported, "How's Uniontown sound to you?"

Alice didn't care as long as she could pick up a new vehicle, supplies, and go on her way. She shrugged and readily agreed.

Claire was satisfied now that they'd drop off the stranger by tomorrow afternoon. Some strain dissipated from her and erased lines from her brow.

But K-Mart wasn't too excited because that didn't leave her much time to get to know Alice. She found Alice rather fascinating despite what Claire felt wasn't right. K-Mart was convinced that Claire was only seeing the danger that Alice could pose rather than the benefits. Alice was just a wrinkle in Claire's shirt, and K-Mart knew Claire would iron it out with whatever means.

The last hour went quite slowly. K-Mart didn't renew any talks with Alice or Claire after she decided Claire wasn't looking to build a bridge with Alice. K-Mart concluded she'd try later when she could have time alone with Alice. Instead she continued drawing in her notebook and hoped the time would pass quicker.

Claire was derailed from her thoughts when Carlos's voice came over the radio. She picked up the radio and answered his call. She had to agree with him that they needed to pick out a good camp location within half an hour. Claire hated to be hard pressed with daylight to get the camp prepared.

K-Mart put away her geometry book and composition notebook after Claire started doing the search for the perfect camping spot. But K-Mart pointed out the right spot and earned a smile from Claire for it.

Claire immediately radioed the convoy managers and started off the paved road onto the overgrown dirt road. She headed directly to the barn that was at the end. Once parked, she left K-Mart in the Hummer with Alice. But Claire's last look reminded K-Mart to stay near the handgun if Alice was any problem. K-Mart agreed by simply tugging her hat's brim, and Claire was pleased enough.

Claire ordered the recon team to hurry it up and check the barn for any undead or other threats. She considered whether or not there would be any supplies in the barn, but she doubted it. Her suspicions were proven right when Carlos came out with his head shaking. She pushed away from the Hummer and met Carlos halfway.

K-Mart briefly watched Claire and Carlos talking, but Alice's voice made her turn around.

"She doesn't much like me," Alice commented.

K-Mart shrugged and argued, "You freak her the Hell out." She wasn't surprised by Alice's grin. "We've never seen somebody kill undead with swords."

"Kukris," Alice corrected.

But K-Mart was baffled by the one word.

Alice knew it too and better explained, "They're closer to a machete than a sword."

K-Mart was interested and tempted fate again. "Where'd you learn to fight?"

"Security guard," Alice reminded the teen.

K-Mart shook her head and debated, "They shoot guns... not do cool moves with a cuckoo."

Alice arched a thin eyebrow at how K-Mart pronounced kukri. She wondered if it was a tease or not, but the glint in K-Mart's eyes gave it away. "Kukri," she corrected, again.

K-Mart waved a hand at the older woman than straightened back in the seat. "Tomato, Tamoto."

Alice had a soft grin and realized she liked K-Mart's personality. It sure beat Claire's attitude. She went back to studying Claire Redfield, who was still conversing with Carlos Oliveira. She'd well hidden her surprise at seeing Carlos after a few years. She didn't really acknowledge him either and only received a soft smirk and nod from him. She counted a few grey hairs brushed his sideburns since she'd worked with him.

It was hard to say how Carlos ended up in Claire's convoy, but she knew he liked Claire too. Alice deciphered each tiny touch Carlos delivered to Claire. She shook her head a few times because it was obvious from Claire's stance that she wasn't interested in Carlos. Alice canted her head and considered whether or not Claire leaned on anybody in the convoy. If Claire didn't fall for Carlos charisma then Claire was either dead or not interested in men. Alice folded her arms and amusingly watched the leader and Carlos wrap up their talk.

Claire climbed back into the Hummer and announced, "You're in luck, K."

The teen perked up and waited for Claire to reveal her luck.

"We're sleeping up in a barn loft tonight."

K-Mart was excited because it meant she could stretch out tonight. "Sweet." She obviously was happy. But she curiously asked, "Are we near that creek?"

"Yellow Creek State Park," Claire offered. She put the Hummer into forward and drove towards the front of the barn. She always had first pick on where to park. "It's another twenty minutes away or so."

K-Mart picked out the hints of irritation in Claire's tone because they weren't at the creek tonight. "We'll stop there tomorrow?"

Claire nodded in agreement. She focused on backing up the Hummer towards the barn's now opened doors. She killed the engine and ordered, "Let's pitch camp." She heard K-Mart getting out, but she was looking at Alice in the back. "And you..."

Alice curiously waited for her orders and swore not to get annoyed by being told what to do. She was a guest and had to be gracious for the hospitality, even if she saved the uptight convoy leader's life.

"You're with Carlos," Claire finished. She took the handgun off the dash after deciding she wanted K-Mart to keep it on her. She just didn't trust the stranger and didn't want K-Mart unarmed if something went ugly.

Alice climbed out of the yellow Hummer and rehooked her weapons to the rear of her waistband. She straightened out her black, soft shell jacket that kept the minor chill away. She rarely needed much to keep herself warm since her body adapted to temperature changes so easily. But she also didn't want to be seen in shorts and a tank top in the middle of winter if she was around other humans.

Carlos was coming from the diesel tanker and gave a toothy smile at Alice, who was coming right for him. He held out his arm once she was close enough. "It's good to see you."

Alice clasped arms and briskly shook. "How ya been, Oliveira?" She gave a sideways glance at the driver of the tanker and admired his cowboy hat and boots. She noted his rifle in his right hand, but he passed them and gave them space.

"Pretty good." Carlos hooked his thumbs through his belt. "I thought you'd be dead."

"I thought the same thing about you, old man." Alice traded a grin with him, but she went more serious. "You tell Claire?"

Carlos shrugged and replied, "I figure it was your story to tell the boss lady." He rocked on his worn boots. For a moment, he was able to truly assess Alice's features and oddly realized the lines and wrinkles on Alice's face that were once there were now gone. Carlos estimated that Alice looked to be around thirty. He decided it just was best not to ask and instead minded his own business.

Alice peered across her shoulder in Claire's direction. "She must be forgiving though." She studied Carlos again and added, "She keeps you."

"My personality greatly outweighs my former employment at Umbrella," Carlos declared. But he'd kept his voice down. He didn't much like discussing his past.

"Employment?" Alice chuckled and wagged a finger at him. "Outside contractor for hire, Carlos." She wouldn't go into finer details here since she wasn't sure how much people knew about Carlos. He was still a good guy in Alice's book. She started walking towards the barn and made Carlos follow her. "I was the employee."

"Faithful employee," Carlos taunted.

Alice didn't comment back and instead slid her hands into her jacket's pockets. Her boots collected mud and the cool air tickled her legs wherever her jeans had small holes. But her kukris' sheaths were warm against her lower back. The blades' black handles protruded over top of her jacket and reflected the low sunlight.

Carlos had Alice as a shadow while the camp was setup around and in the barn. He was glad for the barn's shelter because he suspected it'd be a windy night. The earlier breeze was growing stronger and would most likely howl through the night.

Sunset came quickly but the survivors had two small campfires burning well enough, but it would be short lived thanks to the increasing winds. Claire planned to have them extinguished soon and have everybody move into the barn with gas powered lamps. But for now, dinner was warm on every belly, including hers. Claire couldn't escape K-Mart bringing her a bowl of beef stew. After she was done eating with K-Mart, she sought out Mikey in his van and wanted a perimeter check.

K-Mart was in the barn with many of the others so she'd keep out of the wind. She considered updating her journal, which still had an incomplete entry from yesterday. But instead she found Alice in a corner and Carlos now gone. K-Mart's dishes were already taken by Claire so she went across the barn.

Alice had her sheathed kukris on her left side. She peered up at the teen, who wanted to keep her company. She patted the open space that was still warm from Carlos.

K-Mart sat down cross legged to Alice and asked, "How was your soup?"

"Really good," Alice replied. She'd enjoyed it. "Yours any different?"

K-Mart grinned. "Just as good, I bet." She looked away and studied all the survivors in different groups.

"How long have you been traveling with Claire?"

"Two years now." K-Mart briefly reflected on the day Claire found her, but those memories faded away. "I'm her favorite too," she joked.

Alice's full lips tugged with a grin, and she huskily replied, "I can tell."

K-Mart rolled her eyes but Alice's nudge made her look over.

"She doesn't get so bent out of shape around you." Alice was serious and waited to see if K-Mart would argue her.

K-Mart swayed her head a few times then explained, "I'm not a manager so I think that's why." She noted hints of confusion in Alice's eyes. "Somebody that helps manage the convoy... like Carlos."

"Oh... is that why?" Alice murmured. But she really didn't believe it. She considered the relationship between K-Mart and Claire and had thought they were like sisters, at first. But after riding in the Hummer with them for nearly two hours, she detected something totally else under their relationship. Alice wasn't sure whether or not either of them understood it, but Alice was betting not.

"What will you do after you leave tomorrow?" K-Mart wanted to know more about Alice.

Alice had her legs stretched out, but she drew them into her body. "I'll continue doing what I do best."

"Killing undead?" K-Mart suspiciously checked.

"Yeah." Alice could tell that K-Mart didn't believe it.

K-Mart removed her cap and set it on her right knee. "That sounds pretty damn lonely."

"You can get use to anything after awhile."

K-Mart pursed her lips and realized how right Alice was about life. "Still... you have options."

Alice leaned to her left and had a better view of K-Mart. "Like joining Claire's convoy?"

K-Mart detected the humor in Alice's tone, and she sighed heavily. "Claire would come around. You just have to get to know her... and let her get to know you."

Alice smirked and shrugged. "Thanks... but no thanks." She wasn't keen on revealing her past that was history. She knew that'd be the first question out of Claire.

K-Mart grumbled and fought, "Claire is a good person. She's just protective and careful."

"That's a part of what makes her a good leader," Alice agreed. "What else makes her a good leader is she has good senses about people."

K-Mart furrowed her brow at what Alice was suggesting. "And she'll sense you're a good person," she declared.

Alice now leaned towards K-Mart and gave a cat grin. "And what if I'm not?"

K-Mart hadn't expected that and almost naturally shifted away from Alice. But she restrained herself and softly replied, "I can sense you're a good person."

Alice chuckled and touched the teen's cheek with her fingertips. "Don't get clouded by your fascination for me." Quickly her touch was gone, and she took her kukris. She stood up and mentioned, "I'll see ya in the morning, K-Mart." She strolled off and didn't wait for a goodbye.

K-Mart touched her cheek where Alice's touch still burned against her skin. She stared at Alice's receding back until she was gone from view. A grumble escaped after how poorly she'd failed to convince Alice to stay with them. K-Mart relented for tonight and decided to go up into the loft that she'd be sharing with Claire. She hoped for a better night's rest than last night.

Alice strolled through the tiny camp and noted that most of the survivors were in the barn. She didn't blame them for seeking refuge from the wind. She clipped her kukris onto her belt at her back and cut between a tow truck and the diesel tanker. But low voices grabbed her attention, and Alice couldn't help listening in on them.

"Carlos, I trust her as far as I can throw her," Claire stated.

Carlos folded his arms and shifted his weight to his right. "She's harmless."

"Harmless?" Claire hotly snapped. "Did you miss the part where she wiped out those undead like it was her day job?" She realized how true it was, especially after Alice had stated so earlier today.

Carlos shook his head and argued, "I just think you're not giving her a chance."

"You're fuckin' right I'm not," Claire chewed off. "I'm not giving her a chance to screw up this convoy."

"You're threatened by her," Carlos noted aloud.

"The convoy is threatened by her," Claire corrected. "Everybody saw what she did and God knows what else she can do."

Carlos rubbed the back of his neck and realized he couldn't change Claire's mind.

"She better leave tomorrow," Claire quietly yet sharply ordered.

Carlos sighed and lowered his arm to his side. "It sounds like she'll be moving on anyway."

"She damn well better," Claire muttered. She hesitated but decided they'd beaten the topic. "So what are the real fuel levels?" She wanted a formal report, now.

Alice found the daily report about the convoy of no use. She instead slipped away and decided to do a real perimeter check for the convoy's safety. She didn't agree that damn cameras did anything to protect or alert the convoy, but she also wasn't their leader. Alice was careful to move around the cameras so she didn't set them off. After finishing the check, she decided she needed to work off some energy after today's exciting fight. She'd battled far worse, but it'd still warmed her senses and excited her body.

Claire finished up with Carlos in half an hour then concluded things were secure. She went to the barn that was softly lit by lamps. She spotted K-Mart's head poking up in the loft, and it eased Claire. She went right up the ladder and found her friend waiting for her.

K-Mart had already finished a journal entry but was doodling at the bottom. She closed up her journal and shoved it away in her pack along with the pencil. "Tired?"

"Yeah." Claire was removing her gear after getting her black canvas jacket off. She removed all her weapons except for her bowie knife on her hips since it was securely locked in the sheath. She laid down under the blankets and rested her head on the once fluffy pillow.

K-Mart slid back under the blankets and mentioned, "Thanks for the loft tonight."

Claire chuckled and rolled onto her side. She muttered, "Anything for my K." She closed her eyes after getting comfortable.

K-Mart flushed and quickly shut her eyes. "Sleep well, Claire." She wasn't use to much affection from Claire.

"You too," Claire murmured. She heard K-Mart's breathing eased, which helped relax Claire too. She was surprised to doze off not long after K-Mart. Her last thoughts were on the stranger, Alice, who she hadn't seen before going to bed. But she wasn't overly concerned about it and instead had a peaceful rest, initially.

Beyond the camp's perimeter, Alice had finished practicing with her blades and was well stimulated from the exercise. She liked to stay in shape and keep her skills honed. She was content with her drills after nearly two hours. She only had a thin sheen of sweat that dried by the time she returned to camp. Alice wasn't tired and decided only an hour or two would be all she'd need tonight. So she opted to get her pack from the yellow Hummer and work on her blades.

Alice found a forgotten log partially down the overgrown stone drive to the barn. She took residence there and began sharpening her blades. She occasionally paused and admired the beautiful moon and the stars. Distant memories surfaced in Alice after she stared at the nightsky for too long. She shook them away then returned to sharpening.

Alice wasn't sure how long she'd sat outside alone, but her peace was broken by the figure exiting the barn's jarred doors. Alice glanced at the moon, which had arched in the sky. She looked back at the figure that purposefully moved through vehicles. Alice narrowed her eyes and smirked after she recognized that confident stride. She collected her blades, silently sheathed them, and put the whetstone in her jacket pocket. Alice got up and hunted after Claire Redfield.

Claire had slightly disheveled hair, which she tried fixing by combing her fingers through it. She was glad to get some air after her heated dream. But the after effects of the dream hadn't left her, and the images kept replaying in her head. Claire went the Hummer's driver's door, but she faltered because it was parked just too close. Instead she slipped away and darted past the front of several lined up vehicles until she was at the last one.

Claire slumped against the diesel tanker's passenger door. She tested the handle, but it was locked. She smacked it in frustration and silently cursed Chase and Carlos for locking it. She hopped off the running board and went to the front of the truck. Claire resigned to her last option because right now she needed to get rid of the heat between her legs. She could be quick about it and get back to K-Mart before she was noticed to be gone.

Claire leaned against the truck's cold grill, which felt good after it soaked through her jacket. She then undid her jeans and pressed her ass against the truck's bumper. With her legs spread, Claire was able to hold her weight against the truck. She toyed with her wet clit and tilted her head back. She allowed the erotic dream to come back while she rubbed her clit. Soft moans escaped her lips, and she was never aware of her observer off in the distance.

Alice remained knelt beside a lone tree about ten or so yards away. Her dark clothes hide her in the shadows, but her golden hair gave off a gentle hue from the moonlight. She knew she wouldn't be seen since Claire was so absorbed and quite busy. Alice rather enjoyed watching the younger woman, but she could also tell it wasn't enough for Claire.

An annoyed groan slipped from Claire after she'd attempted to get a decent release. It just wasn't working compared to what she'd dreamt about only twenty minutes ago. She clenched her jaw and kept her head back against the grill. She was breathing hard, her hands in her lap, and legs still spread so her boot heels dug into the dirt. Claire was reliving the dream, but it ended abruptly when a hand covered her mouth. Her cry was lost, and she was forced to stand up. She came eye to eye with Alice.

Alice had a dark grin and continued blocking Claire's mouth because she didn't want trouble. She stepped into Claire's space and smelled the mild fear coming off Claire. But Alice admired the fact that Claire didn't show it any other way. She leaned in and whispered, "I won't hurt you."

Claire at first was unsure until she noticed how Alice support her weight in a comforting manner. Finally Alice's hand slipped from her face, and she hotly demanded, "How long?" She didn't like how Alice's grin spread even wider.

"Long enough to know you're still turned on," Alice whispered. She glanced down at Claire's open jeans then peered back up with hooded eyes. "I can help with... your dilemma."

"I don't think so." Claire reached for her jeans but Alice caught her hands.

Alice pressed their bodies together but still held Claire's hand. "You're having a conflict of morals for the wrong reasons."

Claire couldn't believe she was having this conversation with anybody let alone a stranger. "I don't sleep with people in the convoy." Now Alice's confident smile appeared, and it made Claire tremble.

"It's a good thing I'm not a part of your convoy." Alice laced their hands together then leaned in slightly. "I'll be gone tomorrow." She watched the cracks forming in Claire's resolve. "Besides I was thinking along the lines of fucking you."

Claire clenched her jaw and realized she was entertaining the idea. She hadn't been with anybody in a very long time. She was growing more frustrated each night. Just maybe Alice's offer was what she needed after all. She closed her eyes.

Alice smirked because she saw the war in Claire. She waited for the outcome and was pleased when Claire closed in the distance. At first, they barely kissed and just touched lips but that was short lived. Alice's desire was spurred too life when Claire's tongue met hers. She hadn't expected it to be so damn good. Alice definitely planned to keep her promise to Claire tonight.

Claire soon found her jacket removed and tossed aside. She reached for Alice's jacket too and took it off. She then made an attempt for the kukris, but Alice's snatched her hand away.

Alice pressed Claire against the grill and huskily explained, "I need those." She brought Claire's arm back between them. "I need to be able to protect us."

Claire found no argument to Alice's sound logic and instead relented. She captured Alice's lips again and quickly found that her long sleeve shirt was gone. She moaned when Alice kissed her chest and heated her skin further. Claire wasn't sure how it happened, but she was soon completely naked while Alice remained clothed.

Alice had several glimpses of Claire's beautiful body under the moonlight. She growled in excitement and her senses were more alive than in battle. She inhaled Claire's tantalizing scent and suddenly lifted Claire off the ground. Her hands dug into Claire's ass cheeks.

Claire gasped in surprise, but she wouldn't ask how Alice lifted her so easily. She instead was turned on by it. She dropped her head back once hot lips captured her taut nipple. She moaned louder while Alice rolled it between her teeth.

Alice was growing more feverish and was losing her rational thought. She'd never lost control during sex in the past. But now she felt her need to fuck Claire. Alice smelled Claire's desperation to be satisfied after failing so many times before now.

Claire felt Alice's left arm shift under her ass and solely support her weight. Her mind was overrun by a burst of pleasure when Alice's fingers suddenly drove past her folds and into her center. She gave a low cry and swiftly reached up. She groped for something, anything to hold onto and found the truck's silver dog hood ornament. Her right hand clutched Alice's strong shoulder for further support, but her nails dug into some of Alice's exposed skin.

Alice slightly shifted so that she had better access to Claire. She didn't hesitate to start driving in and out of Claire, who was incredibly wet. Alice's heartbeat matched the speed of her fingers.

Claire had held down her cries, but Alice's pounding thrusts were making it too hard anymore. She gave off soft screams that mixed with the low winds. Claire released Alice's shoulder and instead tangled her fingers in Alice's blond hair. God she fucking loved blonds.

Alice slowed the pace enough so that she could lean in and have Claire's other nipple. She flickered her tongue repeatedly over the erect nipple. She definitely was becoming possessed by Claire's unique scent. She withdrew after a minute then renewed her earlier pace.

Claire wanted faster so she carefully spread her legs wider. She gave a sharp cry when Alice did fill her silent request. Her back started rocking more against the grill, and occasionally her knees scrapped the grill.

Alice felt Claire tightening against her fingers so she delivered a few deeper thrusts. She was rewarded by Claire's screams and briefly arched back. Alice then started wiggling her fingertips at certain key moments, which elicited shocked but pleasure filled gasps from Claire. She continued the heated pace until Claire's muscles locked around her fingers. Alice grinned at the warmth coating her fingers.

Strength drained from Claire, and each breath was difficult. Her hand slipped away from the hood ornament, and Claire started slipping down the grill. But the descent was broken by Alice lifting her up. She found herself secure in the stranger's warm arms.

Alice had moved in closer and snaked her right arm around Claire's damp back. Then trembling legs snared her waist for added support. Alice grinned into Claire's neck after she brushed the red hair away. Alice started returning to herself but only slightly.

Claire was leaning against her new lover and was thankful for Alice's strength. She hadn't expected it and didn't realized she would need it. She breathed in Alice's scent and softly groaned after it returned the wetness. She gently bit Alice's neck a few times.

Alice was easily encouraged and took it as a sign that Claire was close to recovering. She'd already formulate their next position after having a moment of clarity to think. Alice returned the soft bites but covered Claire's collarbone.

Quickly Claire realized that Alice wasn't finished with her so she withdrew enough to see Alice's face. The rekindled passion was obvious and made Claire's clit throb in anticipation.

Alice's dark smirk slowly spread over her full lips. "We're not done," she throatily whispered.

Claire slightly parted her lips, but she didn't have a response. If she was going to be fucked tonight, she had accepted a perfect partner to take care of her tonight.

Alice had an idea in mind for the leader and whispered, "Face the truck." She took a partial step back and helped Claire turn to it. "Hold onto something," she further ordered. As she supported Claire, Alice noticed a long scar that stretched diagonally across Claire's back. Now wasn't the time for questions though.

The truck's proud hood ornament became a perfect support again. Then Claire clawed the upper left side. Her feet were easily supported by the protruding bumper. But it was Alice's hand on her left hip that kept her balance. She shut her eyes once she realized what was planned for her next. She couldn't believe this was happening. Thin fears were dashed after Alice's fingers started rubbing a moist clit. Claire groaned and pressed her cheek against the cold grill.

Alice gently worked Claire's clit because she detected Claire's hidden caution about doing this. But a grin pulled at Alice's lips when Claire's hips started slowly moving against her fingers. She now knew that Claire was enjoying herself and would want more in a moment.

So much frustration built up and caused Claire to groan. She was far wetter than a minute ago and really wanted Alice to go inside her. Several failed attempts to get Alice's fingers inside left her grinding her teeth. Then low yet needy growls echoed in the light wind. Claire peered over her shoulder at her lover and saw that sexy smirk on Alice's face.

Alice leaned forward and nipped Claire's round ass. But control had broken between them, and Alice carefully slid her fingers into Claire's center. She began slow again until Claire started wanting more.

Claire mostly stayed still while Alice continued pushing in and out of her. She felt the pace increased little by little, and Claire couldn't resist it. Several moans hung in the air then Claire cautiously rocked up and down against Alice's hand.

Alice's earlier theory had been right. As Claire started to submit to the pleasure, Alice found out how much Claire liked it from behind. Alice still held Claire's hip and continued pushing in and out of Claire. Her fingers were so slick and smoothly drove into Claire.

Passion took over and made Claire start feverishly pumping up and down. Her breasts brushed over the grill and kept her nipples rigid. She arced her back and was able to bring her head forward. The perfect view was of Alice's fingers thrusting in and back out. Claire gave a snarl because she wanted more and demanded faster.

Alice matched Claire's moans from the overwhelming excitement. Her grip increased on Claire's hip then she sharply forced her fingers higher. Her ears rang with Claire's cry so Alice added the occasionally deep thrust to the heated sex.

An erotic haze fell over Claire. She hadn't felt this fucking good before. There was so much thirst for more from Alice and made them go harder. Claire forgot her place in the convoy, and it caused her to cry out each time Alice's fingers went in her.

Alice ravaged how her lover wanted it so bad. She matched Claire's demands and didn't want the screams to stop. She had indeed made the best decision tonight by going to Claire. Alice didn't plan to let Claire go back to the barn until Claire's throat was raw and her clit too sensitive to be touched. After tonight, Alice doubted she'd ever share the same level of passion as she did with Claire. Alice would make it last for them.

Continued.