Hilltop ride of a lifetime part 1

Catherine drove in relative silence, like a typical non-chatty cab driver. The smirk on her face was nearly constant, she didn't even react too negatively when somebody cut her up on the road. And she'd occasionally glance at a nervous-looking Alice, before raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Those were considered red flags to some people. Somebody you barely know drives you away from safety, out into the wilderness, and acts like the cat that caught the canary. Those implications didn’t go unnoticed by Alice, though she wasn't particularly feeling a sense of dread or a dangerous vibe coming from Catherine. She believed herself to be safe with this girl, despite her misleading expressions.

Her nervousness was rooted in what was fairly confidently about to happen between them. They'd already made out, and Alice had reciprocated and accepted all of Catherine's bold advances up until now. Perhaps the slight dark twist that this adventure was unlikely to take, was actually the best way to diffuse a little of Alice's tension.

"May I make a request?" Alice enquired to the driver, whose surprise didn’t stop her from nodding in confirmation. "When you kill me up in these hills, send my body down the river. I'll end up practically in my back yard."

Catherine scoffed before answering. "You got a view of the river from your place?"

"Ahuh, just a bend of it. All kinds of debris ends up there. Logs and sticks from beaver dams, shopping carts, plastic waste. It's the "crap corner" as my dad says."

"Send you back home? Okay. Dismembered or intact?" Catherine played along, clearly joking yet she still immediately followed up "I wouldn’t harm a hair on your gorgeous head, Sugar. You'd kick my ass anyway, I've lost every fight I've ever been in."

That really surprised Alice, the specimen that was Catherine almost commanded a little of intimidation in an attacker. Fair enough, she's athletically fit and not fighting fit, but she'd significant advantages over somebody that wasn’t. "Do you only fight kickboxers or martial artists or something?"

"I'm not suicidal, so no. I've only fought boys, and I wish I could've kicked their balls into their fat or thin bodies. They never turned out that way" Catherine admitted.

"You fought them, or did they fight you?" Alice didn’t like the drop in confidence that she sensed from the champion swimmer next to her. "Were you bullied?"

Catherine was silent, putting extra focus into driving, and this time her smirk was nowhere to be seen. Alice knew she probably wasn’t helping, but she couldn't stop the words coming out. "It’s only shameful on them you know, there's no reason to feel it yourself."

"Can we not talk about this, it's really cramping the mood?" Catherine demanded, rather than asked. And Alice agreed. Now instead of tension there was awkward silence, and they both hated that feeling.

The older girl wished she'd kept her mouth shut, she admitted too much for the sake of lighthearted conversation. Alice regretted her line of questioning, digging deeper into a personal revelation than was required. Even dark jokes and satire wouldn't salvage this collapse in atmosphere.

Catherine was close to calling quits on this...what was this? She highly doubted Alice was in the right frame of mind to be seduced, too much inactivity had stoked both their flames. So where was she driving to? And what for? Sex was long gone. Kissing was an option that had fallen out of favour. Talking would be nothing but awkward now. They'd be sitting silently in a car overlooking the valley, until the sun went down and visibility was stolen from them.

But thinking about it again, that might be exactly what they needed. A shared moment of utter beauty, promoting romantic thoughts and feelings. Catherine would normally stick her nose up at the inclusion of romance, in a pure lust-inducing experience. But with Alice it's a moment that she'd like to share, and that was actually surprising to admit, even internally.

This hook-up had turned into a date.

Catherine drove further towards her destination, and as the roads escaped the treeline, so did the air escape from Alice’s lungs. The sun was indeed setting over the valley, their home town collected at the base of two beautiful sunset coloured peaks. The river surrounded the miniature-looking models that was supposedly where they'd been twenty minutes ago. All enveloped in golden rays.

Catherine watched Alice with a knowing smile, as the redhead was hypnotised by the view. Catherine drove the last few bends towards her intended parking spot, and as she did Alice’s phone rang. The older girl catched a glance at the screen and saw the caller ID. She growled under her breath, and Alice noted the irritated reaction as she took her phone in hand. She hesitated two, maybe three seconds, before finally answering.

"Hey...Callum" She felt awkward just saying his name, but she'd normally call him an affectionate nickname. Saying "babe" or "Cal" felt so incredibly wrong. "Yes, Catherine drove me home."

Catherine's eyebrows raised after hearing the wording. "S_he drove her home", not "she's driving me home", or even "I'm on my way home." _She knew for a fact they weren't going home for at least a little while, so why did she want Callum to think she's already home? Perhaps so that his concerns would disappear, and he'd stop bothering them. He'd think Catherine was absent from Alice’s vicinity, when she wasn't.

"Because she offered and her car was outside, no freaking brainer...I know what I said, and I'm still mad at you...encourage her?...maybe you’ve got her wrong, and it's your unfounded sense of jealousy that's driving people away..."

Catherine felt suddenly uneasy about this phone conversation. Alice has lied twice now, because she knows for certain that his jealousy is not unfounded. He had every right to be possessive, when practically just after leaving, his girlfriend was making out with said sister in the changing rooms.

And the second lie made Catherine worry just a little bit. Because the reintroduction of Callum’s viewpoint on Catherine suddenly had firsthand evidence. Alice could dismiss his views before because all she knew was that Catherine was a confident, talented and generous person (who was more than a bit of a ladies girl). Now that Catherine had made significant moves on Alice, there was no way Alice could dismiss his opinions as "unfounded."

If anything, he was stating facts. What if Alice was starting to accept them? Then again, she wasn’t a stupid or naive person to begin with. Those thoughts must’ve already crossed her mind since their kiss. And she still chose to lie when Callum's seemingly trying to remind her.

"As I said I'm home now...Catherine didn’t touch me, or say anything inappropriate, or anything like that. So can we please stop with this now?...I know, I'm sorry too...Yes, I uh, still want to be with you...I'm just emotional, I'll be fine...alright, see you...bye. "

More silence. Catherine felt like screaming but did the opposite, whilst parking up and turning the engine off. More of an act of desperation, Catherine reached out a lazy arm and swept the air out in front. "Ta daa."

Alice didn’t reply to that, instead commencing the conversation Catherine didn't want to have. "He's got every right to fear you. And he doesn't even know the full extent of what you do."

Catherine's knuckles cracked on the steering wheel. "Can I explain?"

"You don't need to. All I'd like you to do is drive me home...now."

Catherine obeyed immediately, reaching for her keys, but Alice stopped her before she could turn the engine back on. "Hold on. I do need to know something?"

The older girl strapped herself fully into humbled territory. Alice's voice was hard and stern, no person has ever made Catherine feel incredibly low simply via the tone of their voice. "Do you really love your brother? Is it that you don't respect him? Or are you jealous of how he wants relationships, and you want only sex?"

Catherine stuck to the truth, which wasn’t particularly very wise. "I adore him. He's my little bro. I guess that in my family, boys and girls are made differently. My brothers are functioning people, who know all about boundaries and respect, and understand the right way to do things. The women...we're a little bit broken."

"I don't understand what you mean" Alice returned impatiently. "You know right from wrong, you can’t pretend ignorance now."

Catherine looked like she was about to the rip the steering wheel from the dash, so much was her struggle to actually vocalise her way of thinking. "I should clarify by saying, we're different physically and mentally. I don’t know the science, we've never even saught any medical expertise, too afraid of the reaction the world will have of us. Even Callum has no idea, he sees us the same as you do, as normal women."

"Who is us? What do you mean by "normal women?" Why are you referring to science and medicine on something that's got nothin-"

"It’s got everything to do with it, or I assume it does. Look, I'm going to have to show you, it's the quickest way to get the point across" Catherine proceeded to undo her seatbelt and push herself up on her seat. Alice watched her drag her still exposed bikini bottoms down, herself completely frozen in place at the unexpected action. She didn’t have the opportunity to protest, before Catherine's privates were bare.

Catherine sat so that she displayed her entire downstairs region, ignoring Alice's beetroot face, and told her in a wobbly voice. "Jusst wait and see."

Alice was already questioning the biology of Catherine's privates, even whilst battling her shock. The hood of skin over where Catherine's clitoris ought to be, was far too big. At least two inches of overlapping skin, exclusive only to the top of the vaginal flaps. The rest of Catherine was as usual a sight as you'd find on most female genitalia.

So Catherine has either a big clitoris, or extra skin where it's not needed. Why did that need to be shown to Alice?

Then Catherine started to feel around the skin, and Alice completely had her fill of the bizarre situation. "Okay, nonono, I'm not watching you play with yourself. Put your bottoms back on and drive me home, for christ sake."

"You need to watch!" Catherine insisted, pleading with Alice. "I'm not being perverted...I'm trying to show you why I'm...different."

"I'm fully aware-"

"Look" And Catherine got her wish, against Alice’s better judgement. The redhead trained her eyes again on Catherine's privates, seeing that she wasn’t really playing with herself. More like feeling around, searching. The girls fingers pinched onto something and drew it out into the open.

Alice couldn’t believe what she was seeing, had Catherine gassed her, and this was just a hallucination? What she now was seeing being tugged out from Catherine's vagina, was a flaccid appendage that looked suspiciously like...

And then it began to harden, just enough to pronounce its full shape, but not enough to be considered...well, an erection. Because what Alice was unmistakably seeing now, was a penis. A soft, male-specific feature that didn't belong inside a woman's vagina.

Alice knew there were transgendered people in the world, they not only existed but were formally a valid identification. Alice wouldn't be freaked out to see those parts on a person identifying as a female, or vice versa. The strangeness of what Alice was how her biology actually worked.

The penis formed on the inside, and protruded out. There were no testicles or a scrotum either. All this penis had was the phallus, even the foreskin didn’t seem to exist. There was just tender, sensitive skin that seemed more suited to internal parts, than external.

"I have this" Catherine said after a while. "And I've always had it. My mom has one, a bigger one in fact. And the best way I can surmise it's effects or our brains, is that we're halfway between thinking with this, and thinking rationally."

Alice had questions no doubt. But no way could she focus on wording them, when that thing was out in plain sight. Though she was able to recall the first instance in which she interacted with Catherine, identifying the sexual sounds in the changing room she now recognised as fellatio...not cunnilingus as she naturally assumed.

"Our sex drive is insatiable. Because of our "design" we can't just get a hard-on like boys do, we need to do what I just did before it can function. And so, lustful thoughts literally go straight to our head."

Alice listened intently, not necessarily believing every word, however even if Catherine was lying it's one hell of a thing to make up. She couldn't rule out Catherine being crazy, but she was so **** and sincere. If it was something she saw as a sex weapon, she'd surely be incredibly proud of it, but she almost feared it. Catherine was very believable, despite the absurdity of what she was saying.

"So...uh, your mind is warped by your...penis?" Alice tried to ask as naturally as possible, but it wasn’t easy.

"I'm not saying it thinks for us, or controls us. I know right from wrong but the sensations it gives to our heads blur normal emotions. I feel guilty about what I've done, but only a little bit. I see why it's bad, but the connection makes it seem not so. I can't just not go after those girls, because I don’t feel strongly enough to stop myself. Is this making any sense to you?"

Alice didn't have Catherine's mind, maybe if she did she could explain in a way that was universally understandable. But it just seemed so incredibly ridiculous, to be ruled literally by lust, and lose the will to feel other humans. Catherine was describing a loss of humanity. But she’d done incredibly nice things for Alice in these few hours alone. It's just not adding up.

Catherine understood that when Alice couldn’t answer her. She pulled her bottoms back up morosely, and then reached for her belt. "I'll drop you home, okay."

"One last thing" Alice pleaded with a hand on Catherine's left arm. "You said this connection blurs other emotions? Does that mean you have not been happy with me? Do I not appeal to you in any way other than physical attraction?"

Catherine considered Alice carefully, even as she tried to elaborate. "I just...really thought we might have something. Something I don't think I have with Callum, not fully. And you've been lovely to me, from the moment we met. You made me feel good about myself over that dive, nobody’s done that before. And you make me feel so comfortable around you, like I'm meant to be right here, with you. I was smitten for you...in just two freaking hours. Please don't tell me it meant nothing to you."

Alice was crying by the end of her confession, just waiting for the world to swallow her up, after the humiliating way she was made a fool of. And apparently Catherine was blameless because she couldn't physically feel properly.

Before she even knew Catherine had moved, Alice felt herself being swooped into a soft pair of arms, and lips came crashing down upon her. Catherine swallowed her squeaks of surprise, particularly the one that followed the smaller girl being lifted across onto the drivers seat, and positioned onto the taller girls lap.

Catherine kissed Alice hard, claiming her lips in as possessive a fashion that Callum wished he could give. Alice melted like ice, just taking what was being delivered, and enjoying the taste of Catherine in her mouth. It was easily the best kiss of her life, and her tears dried up quicker than they sprang.

Only for the necessity of oxygen, did Alice lightly create some distance between mouths, smiling toothily. "You do feel something?"

"I never said I couldn't. Blurred emotions? I don’t get them all the time, I only get them when that insatiable urge comes. And that's what I was fighting tooth and nail against, up until the dive. When Callum interrupted us, I could've killed him. And in that rage I lost control of my urge, and I decided to take you as mine."

Alice chuckled, covering her mouth with one hand whilst her other played around the nape of Catherine's neck. "Why couldn't you have explained it that way before, that makes way more sense?"

"Whatever" Catherine dismissed whilst scoffing. "You know what I discovered though? After the urge took over me, it wasn’t all my emotions that were blurred. My happiness was stronger than ever before. The side of me that's not broken, made me not feel guilt. Not because I can’t see right from wrong, not because I don't have morals, but because-"

"You wanted me more than you wanted to do the right thing" Alice finished for her.

"And not just physically. I wanted your soul and mind just as much" Catherine added passionately. "I didn't realise how much, and now that I'm saying it, I'm also embracing it. Meeting you meant everything to me."

Alice’s heart burst hearing that, but couldn't help thinking they're too good to be true. "How do I know you didn’t say that to the blonde girl before me?"

"This sounds cruel but it's true, she was easy. It was a fix, and I doubt she had any delusions of romance coming out of it either" Catherine nonchalantly explained.

"And the other exes of your brother?"

"All one time things. I'm not sure how they felt, some of them might’ve felt like you do, and I didn’t reciprocate. But the major difference is I didn’t really hide what I wanted, I was incredibly forward and fast to act. I probably had sex with them within ten minutes of them meeting me."

Alice didn't particularly like hearing that, but she gathered that’s a different Catherine to the one she was looking at, and as she was now is the way Alice should view her going forward. If Catherine did have feelings for her, true feelings, then she's not the sexual monster of her past.

As for her future. "What about the next girl? When I'm not around, and your urge becomes insatiable, would you be able to stop yourself?"

Catherine couldn't voice any guarantees, she's never felt this seriously about someone before, hopefully that's all the difference. But the risk will always be there, and she'd be wrong to deny that. "If you promise to be by my side most of the time, then nothing should go wrong. We'll find out together won’t we?"

Alice understood that the responsibility of Catherine's faithfulness was being placed upon her smaller shoulders essentially. But that was something that appealed to Alice. Was that not what Alice said before, she belonged right by Catherine's side? That was the best place to be for herself, and apparently the best place to be for Catherine.

Alice lightly kissed the older girl, staring her tenderly in the eyes. "Yes we shall."