The Kid (Part 6): Honor and Fetishes

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The Kid: A Semi-Autobiographical, Somewhat Tongue-in-Cheek Journey of Self-Discovery
(Or, What Happens When I Write a Quicksand Story and Cast Myself as the Hero)

by Jason Sample
August 2017-November 2018

(If you haven't already read Part 5, it's at viewtopic.php?f=14&t=19565#p125885.)

After rescuing and reviving Angela and then freeing her and himself from the quicksand in Part 5, Jason has become acquainted with the young woman whose life he has just saved, helping her to work through her emotions over her traumatic ordeal and sympathizing with her story of her negative experiences with men during her life... but in the midst of his "fatherly" intent to comfort and console her, Angela suddenly realizes that her "hero" had risked his own life to save her, and Jason finds himself confronted with something that he never saw coming... only then to be confronted with something else that he never saw coming.

Standard disclaimer: As before, this story is "semi-autobiographical"; in the course of it I touch on certain aspects of my own quicksand fetish, both positive and negative, that pertain solely to myself. I do not presume or pretend to speak to or about others' experiences of their quicksand fetishes, nor about quicksand fetishism in general. Your mileage may vary.

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The Kid (Part 6): Honor and Fetishes


Jason felt the blood drain from his face as Angela looked deeply into his eyes, her weight shifting ever so subtly upon his lap as she straddled him in the mud. Ohhh, shit! he silently berated himself, How the hell did I not see this coming? He had been so intent upon holding his own rising arousal and desire for her at bay so that he might genuinely comfort and console her after her terrifying experience in the quicksand that he had failed to consider that she might now have the same intense feelings for him.

“Um… Angela… I…” Jason stammered as she leaned closer to him.

“You jumped into the quicksand to save me even though you knew you might die trying,” she whispered insistently, holding Jason’s gaze as her lower torso began to squeeze against his.

“Well, yes… but…”

“That was the stupidest thing I’d ever heard of anyone doing for someone else,” she persisted as her taut, fit abdomen met his somewhat soft, out-of-shape belly, “and also the bravest.”

“Well… um… you know…”

“There was no way I could have saved myself. I would have died back there, alone and helpless, drowned in the quicksand,” she said urgently, her full, muddy bosom meeting his chest as Jason found himself teetering on the precipice between passion and protectiveness, lust and love, wish and will.

“Listen, Angela…”

“But I didn’t,” she exulted, her face aflush with ecstatic expectation, “because you kept your promise! Unlike all those other jerks I’ve ever known, you kept your promise, because you’re nothing like them! You’re my hero, my knight in shining armor, rescuing your damsel in distress, just like in a fairy tale!”

For several seconds Angela’s eyes remained locked with Jason’s as her face drew closer to his, her breaths coming in shallow, trembling gasps as she pressed her youthful body firmly upon the hardness inside his shorts in the shallow mud. There was no way that she hadn’t noticed it by now. The passionate longing in her eyes was an expression that Jason recognized and understood immediately and completely. He had seen this look on a woman’s face before… in the eyes of the very first woman who had ever wanted to make love to him decades before when he was in his early twenties, and in the eyes of his new bride on their wedding night a few years later. As the distance between his and Angela’s faces slowly closed, Jason reflected that earlier, when she hadn’t been breathing after he had pulled her up from the choking ooze, he had gladly pressed his mouth against hers without reservation in a desperate attempt to save her life. But that had been then, and he knew that the joining of their lips now would portend something else entirely… and he also knew himself well enough to recognize that he would be both unable and unwilling to resist what would inevitably happen if their lips were to meet again.

Angela’s face was now mere inches from his own, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks, and as Jason gazed into her glistening eyes he realized that the Kid had been right all along. It was all happening just as Jason had imagined and wished that it would once he had reached puberty more than forty years before: She, the beautiful young woman sinking helplessly to her doom in the sucking mire; he, the brave, fearless hero, coming to her rescue at the last possible moment; she, the grateful, virginal damsel, rewarding his selfless courage with her very being in sexual union. It was everything that a shy, awkward, geeky, Coke-bottle-eyeglasses-wearing adolescent with a fascination for girls sinking in quicksand could have hoped for in his wildest dreams... and more.

Only it wasn’t selfless. And as familiar and ingrained as it was, it was no longer the fantasy of the married, middle-aged father of five. It was instead the fantasy of a teenage boy, fueled by the raw sexual drive of a postpubescent, hormonally awakened monster in his brain.

It was the fantasy of the Kid… only now Jason knew where his monster ended… and where he began.

Angela closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly as she leaned toward him, inhaling deeply in anticipation of what would surely be the most passionate kiss of her life, a mere prelude and foretaste of what she now wanted more than she ever had before… only to feel her forward motion halted not by the warmth of Jason’s lips but by the fingers of his hand against her own lips. She opened her eyes, a look of confusion on her face.

“Angela…” Jason said softly as he leaned back slightly from her.

“Why… why did you stop me?” she asked, a worried look in her eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Angela, it’s just…” he started to say.

“Don’t… don’t you want…?” she stammered, unable to understand his resistance. “I mean, I can tell that you’re… you know…” she added, looking down to where she was straddling his lap in the mud. She was quite aware of his arousal between her legs… as was he.

“Oh, I’m very much… ‘you know,’” Jason replied, chuckling shakily, “and I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want to. That I didn’t want you. You’re young, you’re gorgeous, and you’re sexy as hell. You’re ready and willing, and it would so easy for us to… ‘you know.’”

“Then why…?” she asked, her question trailing off in puzzlement. After having spent her adolescence and young adulthood fending off immature, boorish, would-be suitors who had pursued her solely as a potential sexual conquest, she felt utterly flummoxed that an older man who seemed to be nothing like them, who had willingly risked his life for her, and to whom she was now ready to give herself completely, would refuse her willingness. “If anyone ever deserved what I have to give…” she said hesitantly, “what I want to give…”

“Angela,” Jason spoke her name softly again, looking kindly at her face as he straightened up and braced himself with his arms in the mud, “you don’t owe me anything.”

“But… you saved my life!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening in perplexity. “I would have died back there! I owe you—”

“No,” Jason interrupted her, shaking his head and speaking both firmly and affirmingly to the bewildered young woman before him, “no, Angela, you don’t owe me anything. You owe yourself everything.”

Angela looked at him uncertainly. “I… I don’t understand…” she replied, shaking her head slightly as her voice tapered off into unsettled silence.

Jason took a deep breath as he contemplated how to say to her what he wanted and needed to say. “I didn’t jump into the quicksand to save you for my sake,” he finally said, leaning toward her again. “I didn’t do it for my own gain, for my own advantage over you, or to obligate you to me in any way once I’d pulled you out. I did it for your sake.” He gestured broadly with his hand as thoughts of his own daughters and his hopes for their futures came to the fore in his mind. “You have your whole life in front of you,” he continued. “You deserved a chance to live your life, not to lose it needlessly… like that,” he added, nodding toward the middle of the mud pit. “That’s why I did what I did.”

“But I don’t think you did it for yourself,” she protested quietly, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “I don’t think that at all. I really do believe you did it for me, for my sake. That’s why I want… why I wanted… to…” Her voice trailed off again.

Jason closed his eyes momentarily and smiled before speaking again. “I know you do, Angela, and there’s a very real and insistent part of me that wants to as well.” He suspected that he now knew exactly where his mental doppelganger had wandered off to; he could hear the Kid’s voice in the back of his mind, yelling and screaming at him to take the girl in his arms in a lustful, passionate embrace right then and there in the mud, and it was all that Jason could do to ignore the Kid’s incessant demands as he kept his attention on explaining himself to Angela, thankful that she wasn’t privy to the wrestling match that was going on inside his head. “But there’s another real and insistent part of me that knows that I shouldn’t, that I can’t,” he continued.

Angela gazed longingly at him, both desire and disappointment reflected in her face. “Why?” she finally asked, her voice tinged with sadness.

“Well, for starters, there’s this,” he answered softly, lifting his left hand and wiping the muck from it to reveal the gold band on his ring finger.

“Oh,” she responded, her eyes widening as she shifted uncomfortably on his lap, “oh... I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t know...”

“More than thirty years,” he replied, a gentle smile on his face, “longer than you’ve been alive, but it hadn’t come up in conversation before now. Besides, up till now you and I’ve had more pressing concerns, such as saving you from the quicksand.”

Angela lowered her head as her face reddened, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed at her forwardness. “You must think it was really slutty of me to have wanted…” Her voice trailed off quietly.

“No, Angela,” Jason said, try to sound as reassuring as he knew how, “I don’t think that at all. I think you’re a wonderful, beautiful young woman, and you deserve to share the most tender, intimate part of yourself with someone who loves you as you love him, someone who’s ready and able to share that same part of himself with you.” He gestured back at the mud pit behind her. “But think about everything you’ve just gone through,” he continued. “You were trapped in the quicksand, sinking, scared to death, and then you actually went under. You really would have died if I hadn’t been able to pull you out, and you almost did. Your emotions and feelings are all on edge. They’re over the edge. So are mine, to be honest.” He shook his head in silent consideration of his own emotional state after what had almost happened to them both. He really would have died with Angela in the quicksand if the rope hadn’t caught between the rocks, he was coming to appreciate, and as the implications of that alternate outcome became clearer he reflected on how his unexplained disappearance would have affected his own family. He shuddered for a moment before putting such thoughts aside for the time being.

“Angela, there’s a very real part of me that truly wants to make wet, messy, passionate love to you right here, right now, in the mud,” Jason said, his face flushing with the directness of his admission as he looked into her eyes. “Believe me, that part of me is telling me so in no uncertain terms,” he added, quite aware of the Kid’s flustered, insistent demands ringing inside his head. Angela closed her eyes and turned away slightly, feeling embarrassed again at hearing her own desires spoken out loud. “But I can’t,” Jason continued, “and not just because I’m married. Remember all those boys and men you told me about, who treated you like shit?”

“What about them?” she asked, glancing back toward him.

“You said they only wanted you for sex,” Jason replied, “that they thought you were ‘good for fucking’ and that was it. They saw you developing into a beautiful young woman and all they wanted was either to possess you or to tear you down if they couldn’t have you.”

Angela looked aside again, the memories of how she’d been frequently treated by so many other boys and men while she was growing up still weighing heavily on her heart. “They saw me only as a plaything,” she replied with a weary sigh, “something they could use and toss aside when they were done with me... if I’d let them.”

“You said I was nothing like them—” Jason started to say.

“You’re not!” she insisted, turning her gaze back toward him. “You’re kind and sweet, you’re brave, and you care about me! You risked your life for me! You’re nothing like them at all!”

“I hope I’m not,” Jason responded, “I like to believe that I’m not. But I also know there’s a very real part of myself that could be just like that, that could and would use you for my own gratification. I could easily be just as much a monster toward you as all those other guys were, and what better excuse, what better justification, than that I had saved your life and you wanted me to!”

Angela smiled at the irony of his words. “I’m having a hard time picturing you as a monster,” she said, laughing lightly.

“That’s why it would be so easy for me to justify it, to rationalize it, because I don’t seem to be like that,” Jason replied. “Think about it. Say we did go ahead and make love to each other right here, right now, in the mud. What would come of it?”

“What would come of it?” Angela repeated back to him as she began to giggle, a playful smile crossing her face, and after a moment Jason understood why.

“Sorry,” he said with a chuckle, “poor choice of words. What I mean is, what would be the result? I wouldn’t leave my wife and family to be with you, and I wouldn’t expect you to put your hopes and plans for the future on hold to be with someone who’s old enough to be your father, maybe even your grandfather!”

“Huh,” Angela grunted quietly, turning the image over in her mind. “Eww, now that you put it that way.” She laughed again, her feelings of sadness and disappointment beginning to dissipate.

“As I was saying,” Jason replied, laughing along with her, “if we were to do this, to go ahead and… you know… in the future you would always have reason for doubt, for wondering if your ‘hero’ were really just another monster who had used you for his own pleasure and then tossed you aside when he was done with you. There’s only one way for both of us to be certain that I am in fact ‘nothing’ like that, as you said, and that’s if—”

“If we don’t… do this,” Angela finished his sentence. She sighed wistfully as she lifted her head and looked up at the blue sky above them, her own sense of arousal and desire slowly fading, and then turned her body to look at the river and the miry spot behind her that had nearly claimed her life. After gazing at the place for several seconds, seemingly lost in thought, she turned back toward Jason and said, “You know, you still haven’t asked me what I was doing out here in the mud in the first place.”

“Um… well,” he said, chuckling at the memory of the first time he’d encountered her earlier that day, “it was kind of obvious what you were doing.”

“Very funny,” she laughed, punching him lightly in the arm. “I mean, you haven’t asked me why I would want to… enjoy myself like that in the mud, even after what it led to.”

“I figured it was none of my business,” Jason replied. “I certainly wasn’t expecting to be walking down the trail earlier only to come across a beautiful, naked girl standing thigh-deep in the mud and… um… enjoying herself, as you put it, but once you fell into trouble and I came back to help, I wasn’t going to demand an explanation or lecture you before trying to pull you out: ‘Now see here, young lady…’” he said jokingly in a nasal, faux holier-than-thou tone of voice as he wagged his finger playfully in her face.

“Stop it,” Angela laughed again, lightly batting his hand away. “Though I do feel like a real fool about what happened, especially since we both nearly died because of it,” she said as she turned and pointed to the riverbank near the mudflat behind her. “This has always been my favorite spot to sunbathe, especially now because it’s so isolated and almost no one ever hikes this part of the trail anymore because of all the trees and boulders that fell after the storms a couple of years ago,” she explained as Jason thought back to the difficulty that he’d experienced earlier that day negotiating the path down the mountain. At least he now had an answer regarding what had caused the trail to become blocked in the first place: A pair of back-to-back five-hundred-year storms had pummeled the area two summers previously, he recalled reading in the news, causing landslides and rockfalls all through the mountainous park, some of which natural wreckage obviously had yet to be cleared away. Your state budget shortfalls at work, he mused quietly. The fallen debris had certainly proven quite an impediment to his progress, he remembered, Angela’s explanation confirming his earlier suspicion as to why no one else had come by or heard their voices while he was trying to free her from the quicksand.

“I think the storms may have even carved out this whole mudflat area when the river flooded, because it wasn’t always here,” she continued, gesturing toward the miry area behind her. “Anyway, once I discovered it I thought from time to time that it might be fun to explore it, but today was the first time I worked up my nerve to finally step into it.” Angela smiled as she thought back to her innocent expectation of her first time going into the mud. “I liked how it felt around my legs,” she went on, “and as I moved further and deeper into it I realized that I really liked how it felt around my legs, so… well…” She chuckled as she turned back to face him. “I thought I’d have the whole place to myself, so I decided to take off my bikini and have a little private… playtime. I sure wasn’t expecting to see you step around the end of all this greenery any more than you were expecting to see me pleasuring myself in the mud!”

Jason chuckled along with her as he recalled the mortified expression on her face earlier. “I’m not sure which of us was more embarrassed,” he said, “you trying to cover yourself with your hands or me trying not to stare at you!”

Angela brought her hand to her mouth and giggled, her eyes sparkling as she recalled her futile attempts to conceal what she had been doing the first time they’d seen each other. “That must have been quite an introduction,” she said with a widening smile on her face. “‘Pleased to meet you; pardon me while I come!’” They both broke down laughing at the memory of the titillating moment, and Jason reflected on the old cultural taboo that insisted that “good girls” didn’t do this sort of thing. Right, he thought dismissively in response; Angela was obviously a “good” girl, even when she was being “bad.”

“Anyway,” she continued, still chuckling, “it turns out there’s a drop-off over there in front of where I was standing when you came by and saw me, like there is on this side,” she said, pointing back to the other side of the mudflat. “Only I didn’t know there was a drop-off in front of me; I thought it was all maybe waist-deep at most… you know, perfectly safe… and so after you went on up the trail and I went back to my… private time, I wanted to see if I could get a little deeper in the mud so I could pretend I was sinking in quicksand while I—”

“Waaaiiit a minute,” Jason interrupted her, a startled expression overtaking his face, “you wanted to pretend that you were in quicksand… the stuff that almost killed you… while you…?” Now it was his turn to be confused.

“Um… uh, yeah,” Angela answered after a moment’s hesitation, her face reddening again as she realized that she had just revealed something else quite personal about herself to someone who was still essentially a stranger. “Okay,” she continued after several seconds, her eyes wandering uncertainly, “you might as well know, especially since you risked your life for me.” She took a deep breath and nervously tapped her hand on her thigh as she prepared to share something about herself that she’d never told another person face to face. “Deep mud and quicksand are… kind of a… fetish… of mine.”

Jason stared intently at Angela’s face as she nervously smiled back at him; it was all that he could do to keep his expression blank so as not to give away the reality of his own quicksand fetish as he processed what she had just told him. Is she serious? he asked himself. She can’t be serious. But why would she lie about something like that if it weren’t true? What are the chances I’d save a girl from quicksand only to find out she has the same kind of fetish for it that I do? Does she know about the online quicksand forum? Good grief, have I chatted with her in the forum? And if so, would she recognize herself in this story? Oh, my god… He mulled over his anxious thoughts as he reflected on his old seminary classes on pastoral counseling and their emphasis on maintaining a “non-anxious response” while others were sharing their deepest, darkest secrets in confidence. The Kid, of course, was responding quite anxiously from the back of Jason’s mind to this unexpected revelation… and wasn’t about to be ignored if he could help it.

Did you hear what she…?! the Kid raged from the periphery of Jason’s consciousness. She’s got the same kind of… aw, man, this is your chance to… I mean, come on, Jay-man, she’s into quicksand! That’s even better than a damsel in distress!

Jason struggled mightily to keep both the Kid and his own returning sense of arousal at bay as he sought both to make sense of the new reality that Angela had just confessed to him and to recall if he’d ever encountered any woman by her name on the Quicksand Fans site. What would she think, how would she feel, if she knew that I have a fetish for the very thing that almost killed her, for the damsel in distress sinking to her doom in quicksand? he wondered apprehensively as he went through the short list of women’s names that he remembered from his time spent on the forum; no “Angela” came to mind. Regardless of whether she’s on the forum or not, he resolved, after what she’s been through today, there’s no way I’m going admit to her that a part of me wanted to see her go under.

“All right,” Jason spoke at last, more to himself than to her as he looked into her eyes, “let me get this straight. You have a thing… a fetish… for deep mud and quicksand.”

“Yeah,” she replied, laughing uneasily. “Not to go under and die in it, of course, but for the thrill, for the fantasy of sinking and being trapped and in danger. I guess it’s kind of a… ‘mud bondage’ thing for me. I’ve had this fascination for as long as I can remember.”

Ditto to that, Jason thought incredulously. “And when I came by earlier before you fell into trouble and you were… enjoying yourself in the mud,” he continued, “that was part of your… fetish.”

“Uh-huh,” she answered hesitantly, averting her eyes as she wondered how highly her “hero” still thought of her.

“Then after I left,” Jason went on, “you went back to your fetish fantasy of… pretending… that you were trapped and sinking in quicksand while you… enjoyed yourself.”

Angela turned aside, blushing both at hearing her private “kink” being discussed out loud by someone who was old enough to be her father, maybe even her grandfather (eww), and at the memory of what had happened next. “Yeah,” she finally answered, looking back at him, “but like I said, I didn’t know there was a drop-off where it would be over my head. So once I moved forward to where I thought I would be in the deepest part of the mud but still safe, I let my fantasy take over, but I didn’t know I was right at the edge. Well, just as I came I lost my footing… and I…”

“And you went over the edge in more ways than one,” Jason interjected, recalling how the tone of her voice had suddenly changed from one of passion and pleasure to one of dread and dismay once she had realized that she really was sinking in quicksand, “and your fantasy became a deadly reality that almost killed us both.”

Angela looked down again and closed her eyes, certain that she had just squandered what remaining good will that she’d had with Jason now that he knew that the whole reason for why he’d had to risk his life for her was because of her private fetish. She wished that she could crawl into a hole and die… or, absent said hole, perhaps jump into a convenient, nearby pit of bottomless quicksand to achieve the same result. “If you didn’t think so before,” she finally replied, embarrassment evident in her voice, “you must really think I’m the biggest slut in the world now.”

“No,” Jason responded softly as he reached out toward her, cupping her chin in his right hand and raising her head so that he could look in her eyes, “no, I don’t think that at all, Angela. I suppose that everyone has their private turn-ons, some more unusual than others.” Take a wild guess at mine, he added silently. “And regardless of how you ended up in real danger, you still deserved a chance to live, and I don’t regret jumping into the quicksand to save you,” he continued. “But considering that we both very nearly lost our lives over your… fetish… well, speaking as someone who’s old enough to be your father, maybe even your grandfather, there’s something I have to say to you and that you need to hear.”

Here it comes, the look in Angela's eyes said as she braced herself for Jason’s inevitable “parental” reprimand. After what they had both been through, after what she had put him through, whatever he was about to say, she knew that she would deserve it.

Jason held her gaze for several seconds before slowly raising his right hand and extending his index finger toward her face. He took a deep breath and, after a moment’s pause, said, “Now see here, young lady…” in the same joking, nasal tone of voice that he had used earlier, a wry grin coming over his face as he winked at her and wagged his finger playfully.

Angela’s eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected show of humor as she burst out laughing, relieved that he wasn’t angry with her. “Oh my gosh, I was so afraid that you hated me!” she cried as she joyfully flung her arms around his neck in a spontaneous embrace, knocking him back into the shallow mud as she held on to him.

Jason laughed along with her as he returned her embrace. “I could never hate you, Angela,” he replied, smiling back at her as he held the elated young woman in his arms. “If I’ve learned anything from raising five kids and getting to know their friends, it’s to be open and accepting of others despite the differences between them and myself,” he chuckled as he looked into her shining green eyes. “Though I will admit, your telling me that you have a fetish for the very thing that almost killed you because of that fetish was the last thing I was expecting you to say.”

She smiled and laughed lightly at his sense of irony as she lay on top of him in the mud. “Yeah, especially since I’d never tried anything like this before,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “Leave it to me to nearly kill myself the first time I finally do!”

Jason chuckled at her self-deprecation even as he found himself wanting to offer a bit of “grown-up” advice to her. “Listen, Angela,” he said, his voice taking on more of a sober tone, “I’ve joked about being old enough to be your father, although the ‘old enough’ part isn’t really a joke...” Angela giggled at his own self-deprecation over the wide gap between their ages. “And I don’t presume to tell you how to live your life,” he continued, “but if you’ll let me put on my ‘dad’ hat for a moment, I want to say that whenever, if ever, you try this again, whether it’s here or somewhere else, please take along a rope or a pole you can use to make sure you can get back out, especially if you don’t know how deep it is.”

“Yeah, I know,” she replied, rolling her eyes again and sighing over her earlier carelessness, “but today was impetuous, spur of the moment. I looked out at the mudflat after I got up from sunbathing and thought, ‘I’m gonna do this.’ I really didn’t plan it in advance.”

“That can really mean the difference between an enjoyable time and a tragedy,” he said, nodding his head, “and it might be even better to bring a friend along with you in case something goes wrong, like what happened earlier.”

“Oh, I’ve never told anyone I know about my fetish!” she replied, her eyes widening uneasily at the thought. “I mean, besides you now. And I’d be too embarrassed to… enjoy myself in the mud in front of someone who didn’t understand it.”

“I can… appreciate that,” Jason responded, sympathizing with her as he reflected on his own past reticence ever to mention his fascination for quicksand to anyone else, “but still, the next time you indulge your fetish like this, please be careful. I don’t want to have to say, ‘Now see here, young lady,’ for real!” he added, once again wagging his finger playfully at her.

“Okay, ‘Dad,’” Angela replied, snickering at his humor as she pushed herself up with her arms while still lying on top of him. “Say,” she then added, a curious expression coming over her face, “how do you know so much about staying safe in deep mud and quicksand? It’s not like they teach classes on it in school or anything.”

Jason’s heart skipped a beat as he realized that the specificity of his advice might have communicated more to her about himself than he had intended. “Um… it just… um… makes sense, I think,” he answered hesitatingly, “to make sure your fantasy of being trapped in quicksand stays just a fantasy. If you don’t know anyone you feel you can trust to be understanding about your fetish, I think it’d be a good idea to at least have a rope handy to pull yourself out with, or a long pole you can use for leverage.”

“Hmm,” she replied as a mischievous grin came over her lips. “A long pole, you say?” she giggled as she lay on top of him in the mud, the residual hardness inside his shorts beneath her weight still evident to them both. “I’ll have to remember that the next time I indulge my… fetish.” She broke out laughing again, and Jason found himself chuckling along with her at her playful naughtiness as he reflected that a “good” girl like Angela could still sometimes be “bad”… but in a good way.

“Speaking of fetishes,” she continued as their laughter receded, “there’s a whole community of people on the Internet who have a thing for sinking in mud and quicksand. Did you know that?”

Jason stared at her wide-eyed as that old familiar fullness quickly began developing inside his shorts again. “Um, uh, no, Angela, I didn’t,” he stammered, shaking his head as he lied through his teeth. Oh, no, he worried in a sudden panic, did she figure out that that’s my fetish too? Is she on the quicksand forum after all? Is she just toying with me now? Shit, me and my “fatherly” advice. What if I have chatted with her on the forum, and she does recognize herself in this story? Oh, my god…

“They have an online forum for discussion and videos and member contributions and everything,” Angela explained nonchalantly as Jason ruminated uneasily over his anxiety while she continued speaking. “It’s been around for quite a while, but I only discovered it a little over a year ago. Sometimes I’ll leave a comment, but mostly I just lurk and read what others post.” Jason lay nervously beneath her in the mud, incredulous at what she was saying as he wondered if she had ever read any of his posts, few and far between though they were.

“I’ve never met any of them in person, only online,” she went on, apparently unaware of the irony that she herself was now expressing, “but from what I can tell they’re all good, decent people who happen to have this… thing… for mud and quicksand.”

“I’m… sure of that,” Jason stammered, still not sure if she had divined his hidden truth. “That they’re good and decent people, I mean.”

“Mm-hmm,” she concurred with a smile on her face. “For a lot of the guys, the whole ‘damsel in distress’ thing, watching a beautiful woman sinking helplessly in quicksand, is a real turn on. Some people really get off on it.”

Do tell, Jason replied silently, his eyes still staring at her unbelievingly.

“Of course, I never thought I’d one day be that kind of ‘damsel’ in real life!” she said laughingly as she looked back toward the deep area of the mud where she had nearly died. Jason held his tongue, hoping not to betray to Angela any hint of his secret and to hold his remaining sense of arousal under the weight of her body at bay. Despite her admission of her own fetish and her familiarity with the international, online community of fine, upstanding, likeminded mud and quicksand fetishists — I did spell that word correctly, didn’t I? Jason wondered — it still seemed to him that after her own terrifying experience earlier in the mudflat it would be the better part of discretion, to say nothing of valor, not to admit to her that a very real and noisily insistent part of himself had wanted to watch her sink helplessly beneath the surface.

Angela turned back toward him, gazing at him for several seconds with an odd little smile on her face that suggested that she knew something that she wasn’t going to say out loud. “You know, I’m feeling really beat after all that’s happened,” she finally said, a hint of wistfulness still in her voice. “I know we’re not going to… you know… but would it be okay if we just… lay down here and rested for a while?”

Jason smiled at hearing her innocuous suggestion; truth be told, he was feeling rather drained himself after all that they had been through. “C’mere,” he said gently, putting his arm around her shoulder as she settled against his chest while he reclined in the shallow mud. It formed a comfortable bed on and in which to lie, he thought, and the warmth of the afternoon sun was indeed quite conducive to rest, especially after their strenuous exertions earlier to break free of the quicksand. Angela lay next to him on his left, her head nestled under his chin and her body partially draped over his as she breathed restfully, the steady beat of her heart pulsating rhythmically through her breast against his body. After only a minute or so she seemed to have already dropped off to sleep, her exhaustion having finally caught up with her, and Jason lay his head back in the mud and closed his eyes as well, physically spent from his efforts to save them both. Just for a few minutes, he thought drowsily…



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To be continued in Part 7: “Generations.”

[DJlurker]

So what’s next?

[JSample]

So what’s next?

Something else that Jason never saw coming...

[QSMud]

I am enjoying your story!

[JSample]

I am enjoying your story!

Thank you very much, QSMud!