Good clean fun, part 1

“Damn,” You whisper to Brighid, “Remind me not to make Anwn actually angry at me.”

“As much as I dislike her on a personal level, she is a member of the Council for a reason,” Brighid responds. “She is very, very good at what she does. Anyway, enough about her. I have changed my mind, I do not feel up to the normal bathing area, there will probably be others there. I know a place where the river feeds a little pool, though. It is farther but we will still have plenty of time to get back home and properly groomed and attired. We will also have a chance to speak in private.”

She leads you off of the main path and onto what might, perhaps, charitably be called a game trail. After about ten minutes of pushing through bushes and hoping that there aren’t any ticks in the Realms, the underbrush parts to reveal a crystal-clear pool with a rocky bottom, just barely attached to the main river by a thin stream of water at either end. The pond is about ten meters across and roughly circular. If this were ancient Greece, there'd be a naiad here who would either fall in love with you or curse you for disturbing her home. Or both; the Greeks were weird. "This is beautiful, Brighid. Thank you for bringing me here." A wadded-up shirt hits you on the side of the head. "Hey, what was--" You start to say, turning to face your friend, and you catch just a glimpse of her bare breasts and the mischievous grin above them before she shoves you backwards into the pond.

You hit with a loud splash and sink almost entirely to the bottom before you get your feet under you in the cool water and stand up; it looks like the part of the pool you just got forcibly introduced to is about a meter and a half deep, so your head and shoulders are above water. Looking around, you spot Brighid just stepping into a shallower portion of the pond. "You could have at least waited until I got out of this blanket before you pushed me in!" You call over to her as you quickly unwrap it from around your body and throw it up onto the shore.

"Are you joking? You were absolutely covered in mud when I brought you back home," She snickers at you, "I might need to burn that blanket to get it fully clean again; a little water won't hurt it."

You push off the bottom and sort of half-swim half-jump over closer to your friend. "Pushing me in like that was a dirty trick, you know. Back where I come from, there is only one possible response to such a betrayal." So saying, you pull one arm back and slap it across the surface of the water at high speed, causing a miniature tsunami which smacks right into Brighid's head and torso as she enters the deeper section of the pool.

She squeals and laughs and charges at you, but you duck under the water and push off the bottom again, dodging to the side. You pop back up the surface behind her and fire off another watery attack. This continues for a little while, with her lunging after you and you using your superior mobility in the water to dodge and counterattack, until she is thoroughly soaked from head to hoof and finally raises her hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright," Brighid laughs, "I give up! You win!"

"And don't you forget it!" You shoot back at her with a grin.

She walks over and lowers herself down into a shallower portion of the pool, then holds her scrubbing brush out to you handle first. "Please come over here and wash my back? We also need to talk about a few things -- what happened on the way here, the Council meeting, and the future."

You take the brush from her and begin scrubbing. "What's there to say about what just happened? We met some bullies, they got caught being bullies by the principal, they're in detention now, the end. Don't worry, I didn't take anything they said about you as more than hot air and jealousy."

"I am not entirely sure what all of that means," Brighid replies, "But I understand that you are not taking it seriously. If Neifion had found you alone outside the village, he would have done all he threatened, and very few of my people would have cared to stop him. Aidan, even if the Council performs the rite tonight and you become a Starchaser, most of the village will still see you as an outsider, an invader even. Oooh, yes, keep scrubbing there." She interrupts her lecture to squirm a bit and push up against the scrub brush as you find a particularly itchy spot. "I know that you do not come from any of the nearby human lands, but you should know that most humans around here treat non-humans badly. The near-human races like Elves and Dwarves are barely tolerated, and we are treated as worse than animals. We are so defensive about our territory, especially where humans are concerned, because it is very rare for a strange outsider to enter our lands with anything but evil intent. Regardless, it will take time for my people -- our people, I hope -- to learn that you are not like what they expect, and until they do you can expect a lot of hostility. I am sorry."

She sounds so sad about it that you take a momentary break from scrubbing her with the brush to maneuver around to stand in front of her and give her a hug. "It's OK, Brighid. You have nothing to apologize for, and with the situation being as you say, I can't blame anyone who is mistrustful of me. I'll just have to work to show them that I don't mean them any harm and don't think they're any less worthwhile than I am." Brighid hugs you back, holding you tightly against her, and you can't help but enjoy the sensation of her huge, naked breasts squashed against your chest. Her nipples are hard -- the water is pretty chilly, you think to yourself -- and you are acutely aware of them. You try to suppress your inevitable reaction, but to no avail. You can feel yourself rapidly hardening and try to move your hips back so that you aren't rubbing it against Brighid's lower torso, but she notices anyway and laughs.

"Trust a man to turn a nice friendly hug into something sexual," she says, releasing you from the hug and poking you in the center of the chest.

"Sorry," You say with a blush. "But I'll probably keep having that reaction. I know we're just friends, but where I come from adults don't usually spend a lot of time naked together unless they are lovers and, well ..." You hesitate, then plunge onwards. "You are beautiful, Brighid, I think the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. There's only so much control I have when I'm pressed up against a gorgeous, wet, naked woman. But you don't have to worry about me making a move on you or anything," You hastily add.

A blush spreads across Brighid's face, down her neck and, you can't help but notice, onto the upper slopes of her breasts. She doesn't say anything for a minute and you begin to wonder if maybe you pissed her off, but then she grabs you around the waist and pulls you up against her chest again. Her grip on you is low enough that you can't really keep your dick from rubbing against her lower belly. She whispers in your ear, voice smoky and sensual, "We are not friends, Aidan, we're Companions. And what if I make a move on you?" She nibbles at your ear and squirms against you, her breasts wobbling across your chest and her belly rubbing firmly against your now very hard cock. Your mind freezes up and you stiffen in total surprise, and before you fully process what just happened she laughs and pushes you backwards into the water again. The pond here is much shallower and you land on your butt with your head still above water.

"Got you!" She crows. "Cool off over there for a minute, stud, then get back to work." She smirks at you with a rather self-satisfied expression on her face.