Supermoon (Audio Script)

Stories

This episode contains verbal degradation between two consenting adults. Please listen at your own discretion.

“Can you hand me that bag… there, behind you? Yeah, that one.”

“Thank you…”

“God, it’s like Coachella or something out here.

I had no idea so many people were into this.”

“Yeah, well…

I think a lot of these people are more interested in getting drunk out in the woods than seeing a rare astronomical event.”

“I mean, to be fair… the moon is, you know, visible every night.”

“Mmm, not like this it’s not.

You’ll get why it’s such a big deal in a little bit, once the sun is totally set.”

I watch you from my perch beside the campfire.

The shape of you bent behind your tripod outlined against the setting sun.

I like seeing you like this, absorbed in your work.

When you’re behind the camera, something changes in you.

You get… lost in yourself.

You move more gracefully or something.

Like your fingers look so delicate pressing down on the buttons… switching dials… adjusting the lens.

It’s like the camera becomes an extension of you, or maybe you become an extension of it.

It’s fascinating to watch.

“Hey, come here.”

“Just… one second…”

“Do I have to drag you away from that thing or…?”

“Sorry… just want to make sure this setup is perfect.

Timelapse can be tricky…”

“Perfectionism is a vice, you know.”

“And so is impatience.”

“Get over here.”

I lean forward and grab a handful of your jeans.

“Alright, alright.”

I tug you down to our little pallet of blankets by the fire.

We brought way too much gear for such a short trip, but I’d rather be over-prepared than under while camping.

I’ve suffered a few too many experiences in college where weekends in the woods left me sore, hungry, and cranky because I wasn’t prepared enough.

You, though, you’re like the camping master.

I didn’t know some of the gear you brought even existed.

The wood-burning, electricity-generating, and USB-charging camp stove makes sense… but the portable sling back chairs that fold up so small you can fit them in a fanny pack?

Feels a little unnecessary.

“Okay, I’m here.

All yours now.”

You settle behind me with your legs open and I lean back into your chest.

You pull your knees up and I lay my arms against them.

Your body envelops mine with warmth.

There’s a hint of pine and palo santo in the air.

Can’t tell if it’s from you or the trees surrounding us.

“You excited?”

“Yeah.

Tell me again why it’s so special.”

“It’s special because it’s a full moon that coincides with the moon’s closest approach to Earth.”

“So it’s so big and orange because it’s so close to us?”

“Mm, something like that.

I don’t really know all the details.

It’s big, it’s beautiful, that’s it.”

I tilt my head back and rest it on your shoulder, feeling your breath on the nape of my neck.

It’s calming, the feeling of your chest rising and falling in sync with mine.

This is nice… just taking in the sight and sounds of people in neighboring campsites.

Fire pits are lighting up, beer cans cracked open.

And people are starting to drift around the park, looking for the best viewing area for what’s about to come.

“Hey, I forget.

This is your first trip to Yosemite, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, first time.

I honestly can’t believe we scored reservations for tonight of all nights.

I’ve been trying for, like, four years but I’m always too late.”

“Yeah, Glacier Point’s pretty much packed the whole season.

Next time we can do Mariposa or one of the other less popular sites.”

“Yeah.”

The sky is turning from warm orange to deep blue.

I can see the rounded top of the moon starting to appear from behind a thick cloud.

Your fingers brush past my inner thigh.

Was that an accident?

Or… are you trying to… I don’t know… get me riled up or something?

“What… are you doing?”

“What?

You look really good right now…

Can’t help myself.”

I bite down on my lower lip and push myself back against you to bring our bodies closer together.

I love when you get like this, reckless, a little intense.

It can be disarming sometimes, like now, but god, I love when you get bossy.

I tilt my head to the side to meet yours.

Your hand drifts over to my knee and you slowly drag your fingers down my thigh.

“I know you’re not very good at being quiet…

but maybe… this could be good practice for you…”

“There’s so many people…”

“Mmhm.

So, do your best…”

You press your fingers against me through my jeans…

“Grab the blanket.

Put it over your lap.”

“Mm, you like following instructions, I’ve noticed.”

“Yeah…”

“Come here…”

With your free hand, you reach for my jaw and tilt my head towards you.

Your tongue pushes into my mouth, parting my lips wider.

I can’t help but rock my hips into your palm as you press harder against me.

Fuck, I wish wasn’t wearing jeans right now.

The fabric is so thick, I can hardly feel you…

God, I want more… but it might look obvious, all of this movement beneath the blanket.

“Shhh…”

You pause for a moment, keeping me still in your arms.

Neither of us breathes as a small group walks past us.

“Good girl.

Open your pants button… push them down a little.”

I know when you say the words ‘good girl’ that you want to hear me say something very specific in return.

I’ll give you what you want because I love how turned on it makes you…

“Yes, ma’am.”

You dip two fingers below the waistband of my underwear.

You’re moving so… incredibly slow… pushing them between my folds… towards my opening.

“I like how easy it is to get you wet.”

You let your free hand fall slowly down my neck.

I don’t know if it’s the evening breeze or your touch, but I’ve got goosebumps rising all over my arms.

“My chest… please…”

“Be patient…”

And your left hand is moving painfully slow… dragging the tips of your fingers across the visible skin of my chest…

over my collar bone…

Your right hand grazes over my clit… just barely there… teasing me.

God, I think you’re getting a lot of pleasure from this, making me beg for more…

“You’re doing so good… but you’re a little greedy today, aren’t you?”

“Yeah… yeah, I’m… I’m greedy…”

“Mhm… what else?”

“I’m a greedy rival…”

“Yeah, you are.”

Your hand disappears beneath the blanket and you slip it up my shirt.