Jordan's shoulder hurt that night in the mine where he slept curled up between Megan and Sarah. The Bigfoot, Sarah, was behind him, holding him tight. The human, Megan was wrapped in his arms, and if not for the dull pain, he would have been sleeping like a baby.
He rose from the interspecies sandwich, looking for his backpack for more ibuprofen. Kaitlin was sleeping alone, though Jordan guessed that she had been with Ginger until recently. The rest of the Bigfoot were missing, presumably out for their night-time runs that they often took. Jordan pulled on his clothing, including a hooded sweatshirt.
Jordan found the medication, and checked the time. It was 3 AM. He swallowed, and went to the mine entrance, where the valley below him was bathed in the dim moonlight. He could see the rest of the Bigfoot far below, silently running through the tall grass. They were fast and incredibly strong.
Jordan had just brought food up the previous day, so they shouldn't be hungry, but they seemed to be chasing something, probably a deer. Squinting in the low moonlight, he confirmed it was a deer. He made a mental note to bring more fresh meat, since the all-female tribe of Bigfoot seemed to need to eat red-meat at least once or twice per month.
The deer escaped the four hairy giants, but the Bigfoot kept running, jumping over boulders, and dodging trees. They seemed to be running just for the joy of it, and Jordan could almost feel it as they ran up the loose rocks of the mine tailings, and towards the spot where he sat watching them.
Missy, the largest of the Bigfoot, came and sat on the big, flat rock next to Jordan. She leaned down, nuzzling her flat nose into Jordan's neck, a gesture that carried affection, and Jordan considered it to be the Bigfoot equivalent of a kiss. He returned the action, wrapping his arms around the big soft figure, and enjoying her strong musk.
Missy lay back, legs spread. She tugged at his clothes with one finger, and Jordan stood up to undress. The light breeze on the mountainside caused goosebumps as he stood there naked, admiring the furry giant. Missy sat up a little, and reached for Jordan, easily lifting him with her strong muscles. She was gentle, though, and lay Jordan atop her body.
Jordan was rock hard, and wiggled down a little until he found her wet lips, rubbing himself along her furry crotch until he felt the smooth, slick warmth of her opening. He eased in slowly, bringing his uninjured right hand up to enjoy the massive body beneath him. He massaged her heavy breasts, and reaching up, ran his fingers over her massively muscled shoulder, through the fur on her neck, and up to her dark ear, stroking it gently.
Missy's breathing grew faster as Jordan increased his pace, and he could feel her building to a big climax. He played her enormous body like a fine instrument, coaxing the orgasm along. She came with a massive scream which seemed to shake the valley, and echoed off the mountainside.
Jordan slowed his pace, extending Missy's pleasure, and easing her down. Her legs were pulled up, and she wrapped them around Jordan, pinning him firmly to her body. Her giant hips started pumping upwards, starting a rhythm that Jordan easily matched.
Time and circumstances flew from Jordan's mind as he lost himself in the sensation of pleasure and joy. There was only one creature, no rock, no mountain, no human, no Bigfoot. He focused on the rhythm of his hips, matching the thrusts and losing himself in the bliss.
Missy's tight passage suddenly clamped down hard, as she screamed out her second orgasm. Jordan was surprised as he felt his own climax suddenly wash over him, and he lost himself in her, as wave after wave of his pleasure was pushed into her body. Jordan struggled to maintain his pace as his legs went numb and stopped accepting his commands.
They lay coupled for several moments. Jordan felt warm and comfortable where her arms and legs covered his naked back, but his bare skin was cold where it was left exposed to the cool mountain breeze. He stood, and dressed quickly, pulling his hooded sweatshirt on over his thin T-shirt. He lay back down on the rock next to Missy.
She arose after a few minutes, and entered the mine. Jordan stayed outside, watching the sky over the wide valley in the clear summer night. The stars were beyond amazing, and shooting stars seemed to fall to the earth every few minutes. He stretched out stargazing, and must have fallen asleep on the rock once his shoulder stopped hurting.
Jordan awoke with the sun on his face a couple hours later. His back was sore from the hard rock, and his shoulder was hurting again. He thought briefly of the fight 2 days before, where the big male had hit him, dislocating his shoulder. That made him think of Jane.
The poor, sweet Bigfoot, alone in her hospital bed a hundred miles away. He hoped that she would heal soon, and come back to him. Jordan missed her, and he knew that her tribe missed her as well.
He walked into the mine, and found a pile of fur to cuddle into. He fell asleep again, sandwiched between Wilma and Jill. He looked around for Pebbles, and found Wilma's little baby girl playing with rocks quietly near the sleeping nest.
***
Jordan was the last one to be up when he finally came around. The Bigfoot and humans all sat around, grooming each other and stacking rocks in little piles. The sun was fully up outside, and Jordan rose stiffly, looking again for his over-the-counter medication for the pain.
"You need to see a doctor." Megan said flatly as he found the little bottle. "You're injured. Don't make me get Dr. Stein to send the National Guard in to drag you off. You know he would."
Jordan laughed at her, but stopped when he saw the serious look on her face. "If I leave, you would have to come with me. Dr. Stein's rules. I don't want to take away any of your time with the girls."
Megan raised one eyebrow. "Are you sure it's my time with the girls you're looking out for?" She asked.
Jordan popped the pills and left the cave, considering Megan's accusation. He only had a few days left in June, and he was worried about how fast his cabin could be built, even with Kaitlin and Megan helping. If it wasn't done by the time the snow started falling, Jordan knew he would have to stay in the mine when he came to visit. He was also worried about the effects that a Colorado mountain winter would have on a half-built home. He had to build all or nothing.
Jordan's mind was full of counting lumber as he walked down to the cabin site, and over to the shed where he now kept his chainsaw. He pulled it out, and selected a tree. The tree fell within a minute of sawing. Jordan then set about cutting all the branches off and making it into a log.
He then dragged it over to the shed with one hand, where he was able to drag the portable sawmill out and fill the tank with gas. The machine was easy to use, and all he had to do was load the log onto roller bars, set the machine to the dimensions he wanted, and feed it through.
With a loud whine, and a puff of sawdust, a 2x4 popped out the other side of the mill. Jordan trimmed it down to the 10 foot length he was going to need, and felt how wet and sticky the lumber was. He was going to need to dry it, which meant that he couldn't start hammering lumber into place for at least a month.
He picked up the remainder, and was able to get a shorter eight foot 2x4 out of the log before scraps were all that was left.
He was also disturbed by his calculation of how many feet of 2x4s he would need, and how many trees he would have to cut. The lodge-pole pines were skinny and straight, and Jordan could only get one or two 10 foot long 2x4s out of each. He calculated again, and started mentally picturing the valley with that many trees missing. That was without counting the siding and finishing boards that he would need for the walls, floors and ceiling.
The Pinyon pines had wider trunks, though they were not as long and straight. Jordan hated to cut those, though, since he knew that the Bigfoot ate the seeds out of the pinecones. There were groves of aspen nearby, though the wood from those was pale and soft, and better for paneling and finishing work than support beams.
