Lost

                               by Illegal Eagle
                                (f/f, qs, mast)


"Where the hell are we, Joan?" Stacy asked, but Joan couldn't hear her with the
radio blasting. Joan reached over and turned down the volume.

"What?"

"I  said  where  the  hell are we? We've been driving for eight hours now and I
haven't seen anything but trees."

"I know. I'm taking the long way."

Joan  was  upset because her husband, Mike, and her got into a fight last night
when  she  told  him  about  the trip that she wanted to take with Stacy to New
Orleans  to  the  Maudigra Festival. Mike insisted that it was no place for two
women to go alone. The reason she wanted to take a trip was she never got to go
anywhere  with  her  friends by herself. Her girlfriends all worked and she was
stuck at home with her two-year-old twin sons all the time while Mike worked at
a John Deere tractor dealer. His idea was the old one of "a woman's place is at
home".  Joan  knew  this  and  it was just time for her to get away. When Stacy
called  her  and  said  she  got  a  week off from work and wanted to go to the
Maudigra, Joan jumped for the opportunity. She arranged with her mother to take
care  of  the twins for the week, but didn't bother to tell Mike about it until
last  night.  He  was furious and told her that she wasn't going. After he left
for  work this morning, Joan got up, packed her bags and the twin's bags, wrote
a  note  for Mike, locked up the house, took his Oldsmobile Aurora (because she
lied  to  him saying that he needed to drop off her Chevette at the shop on his
way  to  work  last  night),  picked up Stacy, and dropped off the twins at her
mother's house. The note read:

   Dear Mike,

   I know you didn't want me to go, but I'm sick and tired of not being able
   to do what I want to do.  I need a break from the kids and your bullshit.
   I'll be back at the end of the week and then we can discuss this.  I took
   your car, and the twins are at my mother's.  There's food and beer in the
   fridge.
                                                                      Joan

"Why are we going the long way anyway?" Stacy asked.

Joan  let  out a sigh. "You know how I said Mike said it was okay I go? I lied.
We  got  into  a  big fight last night over the trip. He didn't want me to go,"
Joan said.

"So what did you do?"

"I left him a note."

"He's gonna fucking kill you."

"At this point I don't care. You know how he is. I'm really considering getting
a  divorce.  The  reason  we're  taking  the  long way is I needed some time to
think."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't  be,  I'm  not. For the first time in my life, I realized it's time I do
something  with myself. I'm more than just a housewife! I want to be able to go
to places, do things I've never done before. Mike won't let me."

"I told you he was bad from the start."

"Everyone  did. I just didn't listen." Joan paused and grabbed the dial for the
volume and began to turn up the radio again. "Well let's forget about that shit
for the rest of the week. This is /our/ time!"

She  turned  the volume up, rolled down all the windows and opened the sunroof,
and pushed down on the gas. The car went from forty to seventy down the winding
back  road  of  Louisiana.  Joan was beginning to feel better about herself and
Stacy  just smiled. Stacy and Joan had been friends since grade school and were
always  there  for each other through each ones hardships and heart breaks. She
was happy that Joan made her decision to go, despite what Mike said.

They left Nebraska at ten o'clock this morning and stopped for gas right before
they left. They had to fill up again in Arkansas. They still had two more hours
of  driving  until  they  reached  New  Orleans and the way they were going was
taking  them  longer  than  they needed. The scenery on the other hand was much
better  than  watching  other cars and road signs on the interstate. Joan loved
the outdoors.

The  sun  was  beginning to set now when they took a left on onto a road called
"Rocky  Gutter". The road was narrow and the trees petty much covered it like a
tunnel.

"Are you sure you know where we are?" Stacy asked.

"To tell you the truth, no. I just feel like putting more miles on his car than
what his lease covers," Joan said and they both laughed.

The  asphalt  on  the road turned into dirt and rocks. Joan slowed the car down
and continued. There were no houses and no sign of life anywhere.

"Get the atlas from the backseat," Joan said.

Stacy  undid  her  seat  belt and leaned over into the back seat for the atlas.
"Where is it?" Stacy asked.

Joan  turned around and looked behind her. "It's under my suitcase." She looked
back  at the road. "Oh, shit!" she yelled and slammed on the brakes but she was
too  late.  A  deer had jumped out in front of her and she crashed into it. The
deer  crumpled  the  front of the car and shattered the windshield. The airbags
went  off  and  Stacy  was  thrown  forward  and hit it with her butt. Her head
slammed  into  the  roof  hard and she let out a scream. Joan was still buckled
into her seat and her face hit her airbag. The car stopped.

"Stacy? Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I just bumped my head. Are you okay, Joan?"

"Yeah."

"What did we hit?"

"A deer. He jumped out in front of us."

Stacy  moved  back  into  her seat to see the deer lying on top of the crumpled
hood.  Blood  was  coming  out  of  its  side and its head was resting over the
fender.  Stacy  and  Joan  got out of the car and the sight made Joan breakdown
crying.  Not because of the deer, but because Mike was definitely going to kill
her now.

"What are we going to do?" Joan asked.

"Joan, it's not your fault," Stacy said putting her arm around her. "Look, I'll
get  on  the  car  phone  and call Triple A. They'll send a towtruck and we can
still make it to New Orleans. I got my credit card so we can rent another car."

"It's  not  that.  I  almost killed you!" She wiped the tears from her face and
said, "And Mike is going to kill me."

Stacy  hugged Joan. "It's going to be okay. Go over there and sit on that rock.
Don't look at the car. I'll call Triple A."

Joan  walked  over to the side of the road and sat down on the rock. She buried
her  head  in  her  hands  and  continued  to  cry. 'Maybe Mike was right,' she
thought, 'Maybe I shouldn't have taken the trip.' Meanwhile, Stacy reached into
the  car  and grabbed the car phone. She dialed the number for Triple A and the
phone just beeped, indicating there was no signal in the area.

"Shit!" Stacy said.

"What's wrong now?"

"The phone's dead. There's no service in this area." She slammed the phone down
on the front seat. She looked over and saw the keys were still in the ignition.
She sat in the drivers seat, turned the key back to the "on" position, and then
tried  to start it. The engine wouldn't even crank over once. Stacy dropped her
head against the steering wheel and shook it back and forth. She got out of the
car and walked over to Joan. "We're stranded," she said.

"What do we do now?" Joan asked.

"I'll get the atlas and find out where we are."

Stacy  walked  to  the back door and opened it. She reached under Joan suitcase
and grabbed the atlas. She looked up Louisiana and found that it only had a map
of  the  entire state with an enlarged section for New Orleans and Baton Rouge.
It was hopeless. They were stuck.

"Well, where are we?" Joan asked.

"If  we  took  the  highway,  we'd  know," Stacy said. "This atlas only has New
Orleans and Baton Rouge enlarged. Face it Joan, were stuck here."

Joan  started  to  cry  again and Stacy walked over and wrapped her arms around
her.  "It's  alright. Someone will come by and ... Hey! Look over there!" Stacy
pointed.

The  sun  had set now but a light was shining through the trees. It looked far,
but it was the only light that showed in the area. Joan and Stacy got up.

"Maybe it's a house," Stacy said.

"In the middle of the woods?"

"Well it could be the back of one, on another road. Let's go, we can get help!"

"I don't know, Stacy. I don't think we should leave the car here."

"What could happen to it? It won't drive. Just lock it up and let's go."

Joan  and Stacy walked over to the car. Joan reached in, pulled the keys out of
the  ignition  and  shut  the door. Stacy shut the rear door, walked around the
other  side  and  shut  her door. Joan hit the locking button on the remote and
they started to walk through the forest.

"I hope it's not too far," Joan said.

They  had walked over a half-hour though the trees, then when they thought that
they  were  almost  there,  the  light  turned  off.  They  kept walking in the
direction it was in, hoping that the people who lived there just went to sleep.
Hopefully  they  could  still  help them. Then, they came out from the trees to
small field where they encountered a new problem. In between them and where the
light came from was a river.

"Great. Now we got to swim?" Joan said.

"Do  you  want  to  get out of here? Or do you feel like spending the night out
here?"  Stacy said, kicking off her shoes. Joan sighed and kicked hers off too.
The two of them proceeded to remove their jeans and T-shirts and looked at each
other  standing in their panties and bras. Both of them began to feel a strange
sensation just looking at each others well developed bodies. The last time they
saw  each  other  like  this was when they were in high school. Joan reached in
back and began to undo her bra.

"Leave it on," Stacy said. "We can't walk up there naked, Joan."

Joan  smiled and began to walk to the river, Stacy walked behind her. The grass
disappeared  and a dark bank of wet sand stretched along the side of the river.
Joan  took three steps on it when her left leg dropped in with a loud *plop* up
to  her  knee,  Joan gasped and Stacy froze in her tracks. Joan was off balance
and  her right leg sunk in up to her thigh. Stacy walked up behind her and Joan
began  to  try  and  turn  around.  She  looked down and saw the mud was rising
further up her legs.

"Stacy, I'm sinking!" she shouted.

Stacy  took  another  step  towards  her  and  her foot sunk under the mud. She
reached  and  grabbed Joans arm. "Hang on, Joan!" Stacy leaned backwards trying
to  pull  her  out,  but the mud was so slippery that she lost her footing. She
slipped and splashed into the mud right in front of Joan. "Oh, shit!"

Frantically,  Joan  and  Stacy  reached  back  at  the  grass  to  try and pull
themselves  out.  With  every  move  they  made  however, they sank deeper. The
quicksand had swallowed them up to their butts and every time they grabbed onto
the grass it would rip out in their hands.

The  quicksand  swallowed  their hips and worked its way up their stomachs. The
two of them stopped moving and grabbed each other. They were still sinking.

"Help!  Help  us!"  Joan  shouted.  The  only  reply she got was from the frogs
croaking.

"I'm  sorry, Joan," Stacy said crying. "I'm sorry I got us into this. We should
have stayed in the car."

"No.  It's  all  my  fault,  Stacy,"  Joan  said.  "I  caused  all this with my
panicking. I'm sorry."

The  quicksand pulled them down to their breasts. The pressure of the sands was
squeezing  them  closer  together  and  their  breasts touched each others. The
sensations they felt earlier began to return. They looked into each others eyes
and  Stacy  began  to  crack  a  small smile. Joan looked down at both of their
breasts and noticed that their nipples were solid as stone. Joan looked back up
at  Stacy with a huge grin on her face. She leaned forward and planted her lips
on  Stacys.  Stacy  just opened her mouth and their tongues clashed together in
their  mouths.  Their  hands  began to move up and down over each others bodies
while  they  kissed.  Joan grabbed hold of Stacys bra strap and undid it. Stacy
returned  the favor for Joan and they both pulled each other's off. They tossed
the  bras  onto  the grass and caressed their pale, naked breasts. Then both of
them  dropped  a  hand  under  the quicksand into the others panties. They both
began to moan in ecstasy while they fingered each others clit. They rubbed them
harder and harder and faster and faster. The quicksand rippled around them from
their movements again and their breasts slipped below the surface. The cool mud
creeping over their nipples sent them screaming from simultaneous orgasms.

They  sat  there exhausted for what seemed like eternity. Never before did they
realize the true feelings they had for each other. They truly loved each other.

"Joan?" Stacy asked.

"Yes?"

"I think we stopped sinking." They looked down and found themselves floating.

The quicksand was almost liquid now and they slowly began to work their way out
of  the  mud by leaning back. They got out of the quicksand and into the river.
They  washed the mud off their bodies and pulled off their mud stained panties.
Stacy  looked  and  noticed  a  log  hanging over the bank into the edge of the
water.  Her  and Joan climbed up on it and walked over to the grass. They found
their  clothes  and  got  dressed. Holding hands, they walked through the woods
back to the car, giving each other kisses along the way.

They  finally  arrived  at  the  car to see a Louisiana State Trooper and a tow
truck getting ready to tow it away.

"Hey!" Joan yelled.

"Is this your car Ma'am?" the trooper asked.

"Yes, we were ... uh ... looking for help," Joan said, giving Stacy a wink.

The  trooper  filled  out an accident report and gave it to Joan. After getting
their  luggage out of the Oldsmobile, the trooper drove them to New Orleans and
dropped  them  off at the hotel Stacy had made the reservations. When they went
in,  they requested to change the room from a double to a single. When they got
in the room, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

"Mike's  got  a big surprise coming to him when I get home," Joan said and they
both laughed as the door closed behind them.