Romance comes to a small town farm girl

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Likewise asses, everybody has one and some people like
having them played with and licked, touched,
penetrated….it’s part of love play. Sex should be
FUN, and that’s part of it. Lastly, women’s feet are
pretty, why else would they spend the money on ankle
bracelets and toe rings if they didn’t want to bring
attention to them? Plus the thousands of dollars spent
each week on nail polish… For some there is a direct
(and I mean direct!) connection between a woman’s toes
and her plumbing, causing giant orgasms. Personally
speaking, when I have one like that I can feel it in my
kneecaps 2 days later. Unexplainable perhaps, but true.

The story that follows contains some of these things
and if that offends your warped sense of morality,
please read no further. The two women in the story are
average women doing what average women do, no more, no
less. Yes, I’ve had my shirt pulled down at 70 miles an
hour, and no, I wasn’t wearing a bra. Enjoy, Janna 🙂

***

The Hitchhiker

We all have the image of ourselves that we project to
the world, whether it be good, bad or indifferent, the
one that we allow others to see. The projected self
doesn’t allow the others in, to know our innermost
secrets and desires. Sometimes we think that if the
world and our friends knew what we were really thinking
or dreaming, they would think less of us. In some
cases, I found that to be true.

The outer me was a dutiful daughter, carrying on after
my father’s death, raising the horses that had been our
family’s living for several generations. The inner me
was crying for relief, someone to understand me, help
me know myself, to love me and share my wildest
thoughts and dreams, the things I hadn’t ever dared
speak aloud. I had tried, but the infrequent visits to
the bars and sometimes bedrooms left me feeling dirty
and empty, ashamed of my desires.

Home was the High Plains, that plateau of ground
between the Red River valley and the Badlands of North
Dakota, a featureless but beautiful landscape. Harsh in
winter and summer alike, it gave no quarter to the
unprepared or weak. Somewhere near the middle was the
town of Chandler, a few miles from the Interstate and a
century behind in its thinking. I lived 6 miles north
of town on a gravel road, in the farm house where I was
born. Bismarck was 100 miles away in one direction,
Fargo 100 miles in the other.

My Mother died when I was very young, my only memories
are of caring hands and faint perfume. Pop was a
pragmatic soul, when he realized that he wasn’t going
to have sons to help on the farm, he taught me what he
knew. How to hunt and shoot, how to ride, how to
protect myself. I can take a deer at 250 yards, survive
a blizzard and drive a tractor in a straight line, my
problem lies with people.

Protected from everything except my emotions, those
forbidden thoughts that kept surfacing in my head,
those itchy feelings in my belly and breasts, the
videos I played in my head. Guys have always been
friends, I get along better with most guys than anyone
I know. They’re easy to talk to, joke with and be
around.

It’s the girls I get tongue-tied over, especially the
average looking ones like me. Raised on a farm, I never
lacked for food or exercise, and my body shows it.
5’10” and 150 pounds, I’ve been teased about my ample
ass and childbearing hips. My breasts are firm and
bullet shaped, the dark nipples puffy and prominent. I
wear my hair just below shoulder length, a medium brown
like everywhere else.

***

I prepared for the storm like I always did, closing the
shutters on the upstairs windows and securing the
pasture gate. I’d seen it building since early
afternoon in the west and the thunder was audible in
the distance as I finished.

I saw the shape walking down the road a few minutes
later, the silhouette of the back pack and cap going
north. Too far away for me to tell who or what it was,
I knew they were lost. The road ended some 500 yards
past my driveway, becoming a rutted track between the
fields. I opened a beer and sat under the deep overhang
of the porch, waiting.

It started to sprinkle, the main part of the storm
still off to the west. The shape returned, jogging
south on the road and turning into my drive. As it got
closer I could see bare midriff and shorts, the white
sneakers a blur as she ran toward the house. The rain
began in earnest, the wind rising with it, hammering
the drops on the tin roof of the porch.

100 yards away she slipped and fell, then got up and
walked, head down in resignation, trudging toward me
through the pouring rain. She reached the steps and
climbed up, smiling with her hand out. Taking off her
cap, she shook her hair and said “Hi, I’m Lisa
Ferguson.”

“Hi, Carolyn Schuler.”

“It’s a little wet out,” she giggled.

“Come on in and dry off.”

“I don’t want to mess up your floor, you sure?”

“It’s ok, come on in,” I said, opening the door.

She stepped into the living room and took off her pack,
leaning it against the wall. Soaked to the skin, she
shivered as she took off her shirt, revealing a sports
bra beneath. She had a pierced navel, the blue stone
nestled in the dimple matching her eyes. Her shorts
were muddy, the scratch on her knee still bleeding a
little, her once white shoes filthy.

“Take off your shoes,” I said.

“I don’t want to bother you, if you have someplace I
can change I’ll be on my way as soon as it lets up.”

“You aren’t going anywhere soon, it’s going to rain
like this all night,” I replied.

“What?!” she asked.

“Yep, it’s only the end of May, it could still snow,” I
said.

“You’re kidding!” she exclaimed, opening her pack. She
pulled out a few items of clothing, most of which was
as wet as what she was wearing.

“Shit!” she said disgustedly, “its ALL wet!”

***

“Have you eaten yet?” I asked.

“No, not since breakfast,” she replied.

“I made stew for supper, the bathroom’s right through
there,” I said pointing, “I’ll get you something to
wear and we can dry your things while we eat.”

She took off her socks and walked to the bathroom with
me behind her. She smelled like all hitchhikers do, the
bland sour odor of too many hours between showers.

“Why don’t you take a shower while you’re in there,
I’ll get you a robe,” I said.

“You sure?” she asked, looking at me dubiously.

“Positive, go ahead,” I replied.

She closed the door and I imagined her body nude under
the spray as I went to my bedroom and picked up an old
robe. Long and fuzzy, it would keep her warm.

I tapped on the door and said “The robe is hanging on
the door handle.”

I heard a muffled “Ok” in reply as I walked away.

I heard the water stop after awhile and checked the
stew, setting the table for two. She came out with her
clothes in her hands and asked “Where should I put
these?”

“Give them to me,” I replied, holding out my hand. I
opened the washer and dropped them in, then returned to
the kitchen.

“Let’s eat, we can wash later,” I said with a smile.

My robe looked good on her, the tie accenting her slim
waist and boyish hips. There was a tiny gold ball in
her left nostril, almost invisible unless you knew
where to look. She’d washed her hair and clipped it
back, exposing her long neck. Pale-skinned with
shoulder-length light brown hair and long eyelashes,
she was beautifully feminine. I couldn’t see her
breasts, but I imagined them hanging free.

She sat back as she finished and said “That was good!”

“Thanks,” I replied, “ready for dessert?…I have apple
pie.”

“Yes, please,” she smiled.

***

After supper I piled the dishes in the sink and said
“Let’s get your things.”

She dragged the pack to the utility room and began
emptying it, throwing things in the washer. Black and
pink lacy underwear, shorts, socks, T-shirts, another
sports bra in black and a couple of white filmy things
were dropped in and I started it up, asking her “Sure
all the pockets are empty?”

She nodded and asked “Do you have any paper towels, the
rest of the stuff is damp too.”

“Bring it in the front room,” I replied, reaching for
the roll.

We sat on the couch and I watched her remove her things
from the pack and dry them off. A small cosmetic bag, a
couple of photo albums and a tiny jewelry box. Opening
the box, she took out a gold band and slipped on her
ring finger.

“You married?” I asked in a surprised voice.

“Yeah, kinda,” she replied, busying herself with the
albums.

Sensing she didn’t want to talk about it, I didn’t pry.

I laid a fire and lit it, listening to the rain beating
on the roof in waves with the wind. I went to the
kitchen and brought back two beers, handing her one.

“I’m not 21,” she said guiltily, taking it from my
hand.

“Who cares?” I replied, “there’s no cops around.”

She laughed and took a swallow, propping her feet up on
the coffee table.

I couldn’t help but notice her pretty long toes with
their pink nails, the second toe of each foot a little
longer than the rest.

She began looking through one of the albums, sipping
from her bottle and gazing quietly at the pages. I
scooted closer and said “Your family?”

“Mm-hm,” she replied, turning it so I could see.

“That’s my brother Stephen and me, there’s my dog,
that’s Mom and Dad in front of the house, there’s my
two sisters,” she said as she flipped the pages. There
were a lot of pictures toward the end of the album of
her and another girl, apparently taken over several
years. The pair in swim suits at a lake about 10 years
old, then other poses in different places at increasing
ages, ending with the most recent, a shot of her and
the girl with their arms around each other smiling at
the camera.

“Another sister?” I asked.

“No, that’s Lucy, she’s my best friend,” she replied.

“She didn’t want to come with you?” I inquired.

“She couldn’t, her family moved away,” she replied, her
voice husky.

I got up and went to the kitchen, bringing back the
brandy bottle and two glasses.

“Here,” I said, “this will warm you up.”

She cradled the glass in her hands and took a sip,
murmuring “Thanks.”

“So where you headed?” I asked.

“Seattle,” she replied.

“How did you end up here, I mean on this road?….it
doesn’t go anywhere,” I chuckled.

“The last guy I caught a ride with said it was a
shortcut,” she told me.

“Some shortcut!” I scoffed.

“I think he wanted me to ride a little longer with him,
he kept looking at my legs and stuff,” she blushed.

“That’s what men do,” I smiled.

“I started to yell and he got scared I guess, and
dumped me out. I didn’t say anything, but I was as
scared as he was,” she said.

“You’re lucky,” I replied.

“Seattle is where Lucy lives,” she said softly, her
head down and her eyes brimming with tears. She closed
the album and sat back, closing her eyes. I suddenly
understood why she was going to Seattle and why she was
wearing a wedding band. I was envious for a moment,
thinking she was very fortunate to be so in love.

To break the mood I got up and said “Let’s go swap
loads, ok?” She followed and I put things in the dryer
while she loaded the washer. After twisting the knobs,
we returned to the living room and I poured us a
refill.

She stared at her glass for awhile, then said “I’m
going to be with her.”

“I know,” I said.

“We’ve been together for a long time, I miss her,” she
said.

I left her to cry silently, the tears dripping from her
cheeks. I folded what was dry and returned to the
living room, stacking it on the coffee table.

“Here you go,” I said.

“Thanks,” she said, “I didn’t mean to unload all my
emotional baggage on you,” smiling up at me.

“No problem,” I replied, “Pain shared is pain cut in
half, I’m glad I was here.”

“Well, I feel stupid now, dumping all my problems on
you,” she laughed.

“It’s ok, really,” I said, “but I have to get up and do
chores in the morning, I’ve got horses to feed.”

“I can crash right here,” she said, indicating the
couch.

“There’s an empty room across the hall from me,” I
said, “it used to be mine, you’re welcome to the bed in
there.”

“Thanks,” she said getting up.

“Need something to sleep in?” I asked.

“I use a T-shirt,” she replied, picking one from the
pile on the coffee table.

She followed me up the stairs and I showed her my old
room, complete with posters and stuffed animals on the
bed.

“Bathroom is next door if you need it,” I said,
“G’nite.”

“G’nite Carolyn,” she smiled.

I took several deep breaths as I quietly closed my
door, aware I was trembling. Desire, loneliness, fear,
all the emotions of the past months surfaced at once.
The need was almost overwhelming, my motions automatic.

I undressed quickly, shucking my jeans and shirt into
the hamper, bra and sticky panties into the basket. I
wrapped a towel around my hips and walked across the
hall to shower, perversely hoping she’d peek out her
door.

She didn’t, and five minutes later I was back in my
room, clean and damp. I laid down and relived the
conversation with her, my fingers gently stroking
alongside my clit. Mental images of her imagined body
played through my mind, kindling a heat in my groin.
Release came quickly, the tension spreading upward from
my puss to make my nipples hard, the pressure within
eased. I curled on my side and hugged my pillow, trying
to sleep.

***

I woke up before the alarm went off, tired and sweaty.
Untangling the sheets from my legs, I dressed and went
down to make coffee. While it perked I went to the barn
and pitched some hay and made sure the water fountain
was full. I came back in the house and took a shower,
dressing in shorts and top.

The day was dull and overcast with a slight drizzle and
I hoped she would wake up soon, I wanted to know more
about her and Lucy. What cements a relationship of that
kind? Would I ever be as lucky? How did they meet, what
did they do for fun, so many questions! I went upstairs
to pee and see if she was awake, I was anxious to talk.
Her door was ajar, and I couldn’t resist peeking.

She was on her side, her left knee level with her hip
with her left arm over her head. Her right leg was
stretched out and I could see her T-shirt bunched
around her hips. Taking a step closer, I looked between
her legs. There were no panties to block my view of her
sparsely furred sex, a smooth crease with two small
petals of skin protruding from the bottom, near her
anus. Dime sized, they were pinkish brown and dry with
tiny wrinkles on the edges, one atop the other. The
tiny puckered star of her anus was surrounded by downy
hair, a tan dent between the globes of her small butt.
I leaned closer, inhaling a musky scent I knew to be
her. Gazing at her loveliness, I wondered if she had
masturbated too, perhaps thinking of me.

Realizing where I was and what I was doing, I backed up
and left the room quietly but quickly, in fear of being
caught. I went to my dresser and slipped a panty liner
into my underwear, knowing I’d need it before the day
was over. I was into my second cup of coffee before my
breathing slowed to normal.

The rain was coming down harder around eleven in the
morning and she appeared in the doorway, rubbing her
eyes.

“Hi, want coffee?” I said.

“Mmm-hmm, thank you,” she replied. Still dressed in her
T-shirt, I could see the points of her nipples tenting
the fabric. Knowing she didn’t have anything under it
made me gulp my coffee, trying to think of something
else.

“How did you sleep?” I asked.

“Wonderful, it’s so quiet,” she said.

“Sometimes at night I can hear the trucks on the
Interstate,” I said.

“I didn’t hear a thing,” she smiled.

“The last of your clothes are in the dryer and I washed
your sneakers for you, they’re hanging outside on the
porch,” I said.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to do that,” she replied.

She looked out the window at the rain, smiling with
some memory or another as she sipped her coffee.

“Can I ask you some questions?” I ventured.

“Sure,” she replied.

“When did you met Lucy?” I asked.

“At school, she was the new kid in third grade,” she
smiled.

“Did you become friends right away?” I asked.

“Yeah, we were hot and heavy into Barbies then, and she
had a big collection….we used to trade one or two for
a week at a time,” she said.

“And then?” I asked.

“The usual, sleepovers and Brownies, sharing notes on
homework, that stuff,” she said.

“Mmm,” I said, sipping coffee.

“Then when we were about 12 or 13 things started to get
physical…our bodies went through some changes and we
began to notice what they were capable of feeling…we
kissed like crazy for awhile, and that led to other
things,” she laughed.

“You were lovers all through high school?” I asked, my
mouth agape.

“Yeah, we kept it hush-hush for a little while, and
then the other girls started to notice, so we came
out,” she said.

“I could never do that here,” I said sadly.

“Why not?” she asked, a puzzled look on her face.

“I have to drive to Bismarck or Fargo and go to the
bars,” I said, “there aren’t any gay girls in
Chandler.”

“There’s probably more than you think, they’re still in
the closet,” she laughed.

“What about your parents?” I asked.

“My Mom won’t talk to me, but my Dad and my brother are
ok with it,” she said.

“That’s nice they accept you,” I said.

“My Mother doesn’t want me around my two younger
sisters, but you’re right, it’s nice,” she smiled.

“When did you get married?” I asked.

“You picked up on that, didn’t you?” she giggled.

“I saw the look on your face when you slipped the ring
on your finger,” I said.

“Mmmm…well, last year we were juniors, and we had
this impromptu ceremony after school one day… there
were a few other girls there, and we exchanged rings
and vows… it was a very emotional thing,” she smiled.

“My folks are both dead,” I said, ” but I’m sure they
wouldn’t approve.”

“Why not?” she asked, “it’s not wrong, it’s just
different.”

“Several years ago there used to be a farmhouse over
that way,” I said, pointing west, “And Rebecca lived
there… we were the only two girls around for miles,
and we did everything together, much like you and
Lucy… It was our 12th summer, and we rode and swam in
the creek and played hide and seek, it was wonderful.”

“And?” she asked.

“We grew boobies and fuzz between our legs, and
curiosity got the best of us……we were up in the
hayloft, touching each other, sniffing, kissing,
pinching our little nubbins, playing more or
less…neither of us knew anything, and just the
excitement of being naked with another person my age
was enough,” I said.

“Mmmm,” she nodded.

“My Dad must have watched us for awhile, we didn’t hear
him climb the ladder. I was leaning to kiss her stomach
when he yelled ‘what are you two doing?’

I froze, and he said ‘Come down out of there’. We got
dressed and climbed down, and he sent Rebecca home…He
took me to the house and sent me to my room. When it
got dark, he came for me and dragged me out to the barn
again and made me strip off my clothes.”

“Oh, Jesus,” she exclaimed.

“He bent me over a hay bale and whipped my bottom raw,
but he never told me what I had done that was so
wrong,” I said wistfully.

“Did you ever try running away?” she asked.

“Where could I go?…All I know is horses, and if I
left the farm would have gone to the state….this way,
I inherited the place,” I said.

“Yeah, along with all it’s ghosts,” she grimaced.

“Mmmm,” I said.

“What happened to Rebecca?” she asked.

“I don’t know, by the time I wasn’t grounded any more
she and her family were gone. And a few years later the
house burned down, they said vagrants set it on fire.
Old man Haskins rents the farm land for his
sunflowers,” I said.

We sat quiet for a while, my relief at being able to
tell my story for the first time calming me, giving me
an easy peace within. Meantime, she sat and drank her
coffee, staring out at the prairie.

***

That afternoon the rain cleared and the sun came out,
so I invited her to the barn and showed her around. A
half-dozen kids showed up about 3 wanting to ride, and
I asked her if she had been on a horse.

“No,” she laughed.

“Do you want to ride along?” I asked.

“Could we?” she asked, her eyes bright with
anticipation.

I saddled two of the gentler mares and we rode behind
the group of kids toward the north and the creek. I
figured they were going to do some skinny dipping, so I
turned us east onto the old section line.

An hour or so into the ride she said “God Carolyn! it’s
so beautiful out here! No smog, the silence is so
peaceful, nobody yelling, it’s great!”

“If we were with the kids there’d be yelling, they’re
probably bare-ass in the creek,” I said.

“Can we go too?” she asked grinning.

“Not with them, but there’s a place we can go if you
want,” I replied.

“Please!” she exclaimed.

I leaned left and the horses turned, following the
Petersen’s fence line. Ten minutes later we arrived at
the creek, a wide and shallow spot shaded by a dozen
cottonwoods. She squealed and jumped off her horse,
hurriedly stripping her clothes. The pink panties came
off last, revealing her tiny white butt with its scant
tan lines. I laughed as she ran to the water and waded
in, stroking for the far side. The mild current took
her a few yards downstream, and I folded my clothes and
got our blanket and towels as she swam back.

I stared as she came out wringing her hair, her breasts
were perfect. It was as if someone had impressed a
oversize Champagne glass to her chest in two places,
round firm swellings that were topped with pink
aureoles and tiny darker-pink nipples. The top of her
crease was barely visible, closed and puffy.

I handed her a towel and she laughed, asking “Did you
plan on coming here today?”

“No, but I’ve learned to be prepared,” I answered. I
waded in and cooled off, then returned to the blanket.
As I sat down she laid on her back and stretched her
arms over her head, wiggling with the joy of being
nude.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” she said, “this is
wonderful!”

I handed her the bottle of sunscreen and said “Better
put some of this on you, sunburn hurts.”

“Mmm,” she replied, taking the bottle. She oiled
herself and then looked at me quizzically, the bottle
between us in her hand. I took it and put some on her
back, hearing appreciative murmurs of pleasure. The two
dimples above her butt held my gaze as I applied the
oil.

She offered to do mine, and I rolled to my stomach. She
had strong fingers on her small hands, working the
stuff into my skin. She finished my back and I rolled
over, watching her work. She began with my feet and
lower legs, moving quickly to my thighs. Her fingertips
caressed the edges of my pubic hair as she did the
inside of my legs, and I took a deep, deep breath when
she started on my belly. She didn’t miss a beat,
continuing upward across my breasts to my shoulders,
crinkling my nipples.

“Ooops, sorry,” she giggled, staring at my breasts.

She poured some more on each one and rubbed it in,
smiling as the nipples hardened further. She moved to
my arms and finished me quickly, putting the bottle
down and wiping her hands.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she sat down, “I had to touch
them…I wish mine were that big.”

“Big?!” I giggled, “they’re barely a B!”

“Bigger than mine,” she sighed.

“Give ’em a chance, they’ll grow,” I laughed.

“You think so?” she asked, looking down at them and
cupping them from underneath, jiggling them in her
hands.

“Yup,” I smiled, laying back down to enjoy the sun.

Her touch had aroused me, I knew I was wet. Could she
smell me, was it offensive to her? I didn’t know what
to say, so I laid there and soaked up the sun, happy
she was there.

We splashed each other in the shallows and got wet
again after awhile, and this time I got to touch her,
the nipples darkening with arousal as they rose to my
fingertips. She grabbed my wrist as I stroked, pressing
it against her chest, uttering a small moan.
Embarrassed I shook free and laid beside her, afraid I
had offended her. She moved on her side, propping her
head up with her hand, looking at me.

“It’s ok, I didn’t mind,” she whispered.

“Thanks,” I said, relieved.

She rolled to her back and spread her legs, putting her
arms over her head with a sigh, and closed her eyes. A
minute or so later her hand found mine and laced our
fingers together with a small squeeze.

***

When the sun started to fade, I suggested we return to
the house. One more splash and we got dressed,
retrieving the horses from the lush grass nearby.

At the barn I saw the kids had returned almost
everything to it’s proper place, including their
horses. I dropped some feed into the bins and checked
the fountain, then went inside.

I showered and checked myself for ticks, finding none.
I was sunburned in a few unaccustomed places, mostly
the inside of my legs, so I put on my sleep shirt and
started to cook supper. I had started the burgers and
was working on the salad when a blood-curdling scream
of “Carolynnnnn!” reached my ears.

Running into the bathroom, I saw her standing there in
front of the shower shaking and pointing to her groin.

“What the fuck is THAT?!” she hissed.

A tick had latched on and bloated itself with her
blood, very near her pussy. It was at the edge of her
hair on the left side, about a quarter inch from her
leg.

“It’s a tick,” I said matter-of-factly.

“God, get it off!” she squealed.

I went to the kitchen and lit a cigarette from the pack
I kept for just this purpose and took it upstairs. She
had shut off the shower and was sitting on the edge of
the toilet, staring between her legs with a disgusted
look on her face.

“You didn’t tell me about ticks!” she wailed.

“I thought you knew, they’re everywhere,” I replied,
“you don’t have ticks?”

“Not where I swim,” she bawled.

“Easy, Lisa, spread your legs and let me see,” I said.

She sat and shivered as I applied the coal of the
cigarette to the back of the tick, not near enough to
burn it but close enough for it to feel the heat. It
dropped into my hand and I flushed it, telling her
“There, all gone.”

“How do I know I don’t have any more?” she asked.

“Check yourself, there’s a mirror on the sink,” I
replied. I watched for a minute while she contorted
herself in several different positions, shivering with
fear at finding another. I checked her scalp and didn’t
find anything, telling her she was ok.

“They like moist furry places,” I said, smiling.

“I’m gonna shave it bald!” she declared, grinning at
me.

***

Supper had to be warmed up in the microwave, but we sat
afterward on the couch with full stomachs, sharing the
sunset and a beer. We shared a few funny moments from
our lives, and I refilled the beers a couple of times,
giving me a glow. This girl-woman, the funny-scared-
confident-married youngster, was getting to me. I
didn’t feel the same attraction to some other women as
I did her, even in the bars there were some I ignored
and some I was drawn to, almost against my will on
occasion. She was spoken for though, so I contented
myself with looking at her.

Around 10 she asked “Do you have a phone I could use? I
ought to call Lucy and tell her I’m coming.”

“Right over there,” I pointed, going to the kitchen to
get a refill.

She was waiting for it to complete when I walked back
in the room, a childish happy grin on her face. I could
only hear one side of the conversation, but I knew from
the first seconds it wasn’t going well.

“Hi Mrs. Matthews, can I speak with Lucy please?”

“Hi Luce!, it’s me, Lisa….how are you? ..I miss you!”

“No kidding! What’s the pay? Oh wow!, that’s terrific.”

“I wanted to let you know that I’m about half-way
there, I’m in North Dakota, somewhere in the middle.”

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t mean that!” she cried, slumping against the
wall.

Some moments of silence ensued, then she said “After
what we went through together, you want to call it
quits? I don’t believe you!”

“Fuck you!” she screamed, “We’ve only been apart 5
months and 21 days, and I’m not the one who left!”

Sobbing now, she wound the cord around her hand as she
struggled to keep calm, losing the battle.

“Who? … what’s her name? … she’s got bigger tits,
doesn’t she?”

“Answer me, Goddamnit! … does she or doesn’t she?”

“I knew it, I fucking well knew it!”

She tipped her beer skyward emptying half the bottle,
lowering it in time to cry “Lucy, Lucy darling, please
don’t do this to me! … remember our first time? …
remember camp? … did you forget the wedding?”

“I know it wasn’t legal, that’s not the point!”

“If I was there I could hold you and talk you out of
this, you’re not acting like the Lucy I fell in love
with.”

“Oh no, please don’t go! … Lucy, I love you! … talk
to me, please?”

A long minute passed, her ear pressed hard against the
receiver.

“I’m sorry too, more than you know … bye.”

She hung up the phone and turned to look at me, the
pain in her eyes unbearable to see. She closed them and
sat there shaking with sobs, her head in her hands and
her elbows on her knees, crying in utter defeat and
frustration. I walked over to her and bent down,
putting my hand on her shoulder.

“Anything I can do?” I asked quietly.

She buried her face in my stomach, wrapping her arms
around my hips, crying “Oh, shit, shit, shit!!” I let
her cry, her shoulders quivering with her sobs and
uneven breathing, trying to comfort as best I could. I
had never loved someone enough to marry them, even in a
mock ceremony like they had shared.

She calmed and stopped crying after awhile, going to
the kitchen for another beer.

“Do you mind?” she asked, holding up the bottle.

“Help yourself,” I replied.

She flopped back on the couch and drank a big swallow,
muttering “She’s got a job now, and she met this other
girl at work and of course she has bigger tits than me,
doesn’t everybody?” she whimpered, beginning to cry
again.

“I can’t go back to my brother’s and I can’t go home,”
she sighed, “I guess I’ll get drunk.”

“You can stay here for a couple of days until you
figure something out,” I said.

“I appreciate it,” she said, tipping her bottle again.

Over the next two hours she talked and sipped, cried
and raged at the injustice of it all, steadily getting
drunker. About one in the morning she passed out and I
carried her upstairs, tucking her into my old bed with
a kiss on the cheek. I went back down and cleaned up
our mess, ending on the couch with the lights out,
staring at the remains of our fire.

I pulled up my nightshirt and played with my clit,
rubbing the side of it softly, waiting for it to get
slippery. I rubbed a nipple between my fingers, letting
the glow expand from my puss to my chest gradually,
savoring the intensity of it. I didn’t want her to turn
to me on the rebound, that was doomed from the start.
My orgasm hit hard and unexpectedly, warming my face
and wrinkling my nipples, my hand sloppy wet with cum.
I went upstairs, checking on her before I crept into my
bed.

***

The next few days were quiet, she got up late and went
to bed early, keeping mostly to herself, her ring
finger now bare. We rode once, back to the creek by the
trees, but neither of us got in the water. She sat on
the bank with her knees up and her arms huddled around
them, staring at the sky. I sat next to her, not
touching but near, to let her know I was there.

I drove to town and took her with me, showing her the
little town of Chandler and all it’s attractions. We
picked up a few things at the drug store and I drove
home to cook supper. Meals were quiet introspection for
both of us, only I was optimistic about the outcome.

The next morning I was awakened by a sound I couldn’t
identify, lying there in the false dawn straining my
ears. It happened again, and I identified it as coming
from Lisa’s room. I walked to the door and tapped,
asking “Are you ok?”

“Aaaahhhh” she replied. I walked in and saw her on the
bed, the sheets spotted with blood, her hands rubbing
circles on her stomach. Frightened, I asked “You
haven’t done something dumb, have you?”

“Nuh-uh,” she replied, “I got my period.”

“Looks like someone stuck you with a knife,” I said.

“It’s always this way, I never know when it’s gonna
come and my belly hurts!” she cried. I got her out of
bed and into the shower, stripping the bed while she
was busy. I gave her two Midol and got her a pad to
wear, watching as she tucked it in an old pair of her
panties.

She was shivering with the cold, so I wrapped my robe
around her and led her downstairs and made her sit on
the couch. I made tea and toast and fed her both,
despite her complaints she wasn’t hungry.

“How’s the cramps?” I asked.

“Better,” she smiled.

“Lean back on the couch and rub your womb, from the top
down,” I said,

“gentle but firm pressure, help it expel the lining.” I
showed her what I meant and she continued for a few
minutes, telling me it felt better.

Around noon I heated some soup and gave it to her,
watching her eat.

“You treat me like my Mom used to,” she said, “always
there when I needed her.”

“You’re a guest in my home,” I replied.

That afternoon I went riding alone, taking the road to
the trail and then the section line west. I had to
think without her near me, to decide what to do.
Attracted to her? Yes, definitely. Sexually interested?
Oh God yes, I wanted to hold her and kiss her more than
anything. I didn’t know whether that was my hormones or
my head talking though, so I was confused. I was also
leery of her recent breakup with Lucy. Getting between
them was a no-no of the first degree for me, I didn’t
want to commit myself and be hurt a month later.

A couple of days later she was better and we went
riding again, this time to the creek where the kids had
gone. There was a rope hanging from the tree on the
bank and the water was deeper with less current. We
undressed and she surprised me by starting to oil me
standing up, beginning with my shoulders and moving to
my breasts, caressing their curves with her hands.

“Such pretty breasts,” she said softly. I blushed and
nodded, getting a small giggle in return. She oiled me
the rest of the way in front, then had me turn around
for the back. Reaching my feet, she handed me the
bottle and grinned “Do me?”

I smoothed the stuff on her skin, getting little
shivers from time to time, along with goose bumps when
I touched a sensitive area. Her nipples hardened under
my palm, making me damp between my legs. I finished and
we sat, hip to hip on the blanket in the shade, looking
at the water.

“Can I ask you something personal?” she inquired.

“Yeah, I won’t guarantee an answer, but you can ask,” I
smiled.

“Ok, how come a woman like you isn’t with somebody
already?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I wanted to know.

“Look at you!” she exclaimed, “you’re caring and
considerate, look at the way you’ve treated me, plus
you have a nice face and body, even your butt’s cute!”

I blushed a deep red and looked away, I was unused to
that kind of compliment.

“You’ve only seen my butt twice,” I said.

“That’s enough!” she said.

“I imagine being out here in the middle of nowhere
probably has something to do with it,” I said.

“If you lived in Chicago they’d be lining up outside
your door,” she giggled.

“Maybe so, but I wouldn’t be attracted to them all,
would I?” I asked.

“Probably not, but you could choose who you wanted,”
she said.

“It’s strange,” I said, “when I cruised the bars, I
wasn’t attracted to the most beautiful women in the
place, for me it’s something I can’t define. I see
someone and something draws me to them.”

“That’s the way it was with Lucy and me, we sparked,”
she said.

“But I knew it wouldn’t last forever, even with the
wedding… that happened when we broke up and got back
together, she cheated on me,” she continued.

“With another girl who had bigger tits?” I asked.

“Precisely!” she exclaimed.

“Yours are perfect,” I said, “they fit you … shaped
to fit your body, they’re in harmony with the rest of
you.”

“You really think so?” she asked.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean,” I replied, “things
have to be in harmony…look at nature, everything fits
together.”

“But the way some of the trees are twisted and bent,
they’re ugly,” she said.

“No, the bent ones make you appreciate the straight
ones, they’re all part of the whole,” I replied.

“Kinda like small tits and big tits, huh?” she giggled.

“Exactly,” I said.

***

We spent the afternoon in and out of the water,
laughing like kids, swinging from the rope and landing
in the water hard enough to turn butt cheeks pink. We
ate from the saddlebags, warm coke and dry cookies,
oiling each other several times. I’d given up hiding my
attraction to her, if she saw the wetness between my
legs I didn’t care.

As the evening came on, she dunked me in the water and
pulled me up, laughing and giggling. She put her arms
around my neck and straddled me with her legs, wrapping
them around my waist. I felt her heat and her hair on
my stomach, pressed against me tight.

She looked at me for a long time, staring into my eyes,
finally leaning toward me and giving me a kiss on the
mouth, warm and wet. I held her hips close so she
wouldn’t fall and returned her kiss, very slow and
deliberately using a little bit of my tongue.

She blushed and pulled her head away slightly, still
staring.

“You’d be so easy to fall in love with,” she whispered.

“Ditto,” I replied, bending to kiss her once more. We
breathed through our noses and touched tongues, lightly
exploring and teasing the other, wiggling for better
leverage with our lips. She broke away first, saying
“Wheeewwww!, you kiss like a movie star!”

Pressing her hips against me a little harder, I asked
“How many movie stars have you kissed?”

“None, but I know a good kiss when I get one,” she
grinned. She moved her legs and released her grip from
around my waist, holding my shoulder to stand on the
bottom.

“Come sit, please?” she said.

Sitting on the blanket she oiled me lightly, paying
special attention to my breasts. She leaned close and
sucked on one nipple, closing her eyes and murmuring
“Mmmmmmmmmm.”

I dared to touch her, my hand sliding to her breast.
She moved so my palm cupped her and leaned against me,
the nipple hardening with arousal.

“Can we play?” she asked.

“Play?” I asked.

“You’re horny, I’m horny, you know, play,” she said.

“I don’t know,” I said bashfully. I didn’t want my
emotions mixed up any more than they were.

“Are you dating someone?” she asked.

“Unh-uh,” I replied.

“Neither am I any more. Can we? Just for a little
while?” she asked.

Against my better judgment I leaned to kiss her,
tasting her sweet lips.

She pushed me back and laid on top of me, her mouth
busy with mine and her hands roaming over my body,
fingertips fluttering everywhere. I felt the heat from
her groin on my leg as she moved her hips, rubbing her
pussy on my thigh.

“Ooh! Ooh! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh…” she moaned, her tongue
becoming more active in my mouth. I held her while she
came, the aftershocks gradually becoming less frequent
and softer. Wordlessly she moved between my legs,
grinning and licking her lips.

“Such a pretty pussy, and so wet too!” she said,
parting my hair with her fingers. No one had ever
called it pretty before, I blushed and tensed, waiting
for the first touch of her tongue. Her ‘play’ was just
that, teasing and licking my lips and clit, then moving
down or up and kissing somewhere else. I felt one
finger go in, moving in rapid circles, then slowing to
a steady rhythm. I was right on the edge of a big one,
but the first one was small and didn’t relieve all the
tension and pressure. I gasped and clenched my fists,
moaning with it, humping my hips to her face.

I felt more fingers and her mouth close to my clit. She
laid one hand on my belly and said “Relax.”

I took several deep breaths, trying to do as she
wanted. When I was calmed a bit I felt a finger enter
my anus, sliding in the secretions from my puss. Her
thumb pressed inside my vagina, stroking it’s companion
and waving from side to side. She pushed against me
hard, seating her finger as deep as her knuckles would
allow, and started sucking on my clit.

“Oh God!” I squeaked, lifting my knees. It felt
wonderful, different, my butt was virgin territory even
to me, and I LIKED it! Very soon I felt the heat rising
from my womb to warm my face, a tingle like none
before.

“Oh! Gaaaaa…” was all I could say before my pussy
clamped on her thumb in fluttery waves, my anus
constricting on her finger at the same time. Her tongue
flicking my clit compounded the spasms and I shrieked
as my stomach balled into a knot, making it difficult
to breathe.

I held on to the blanket and let the world whirl, all
sensations centered in the few square inches between my
legs, vague secondary messages from my nipples telling
my brain they were hard and they hurt. I grayed out
toward the end, overloaded with the power of it.

I slowly became aware that she was still between my
legs, her mouth pulling on my labia. Vagina and anus
were vacant, a re-collective tingle still present in
both. She smiled and said “Welcome back.” I laughed
weakly and rolled to my side, trying to find my coke.

“Do you have any soap?” she asked.

“Saddlebag,” I said.

I rested and caught my breath while she washed her
hands, coming back to lay with me, cuddling my
shoulder.

“Did you like that?” she asked, kissing my cheek.

“It was different, but yes I did, very much,” I
replied.

“What else do you like?” she asked. I sat up and
considered her question, watching her reactions.

“I don’t know exactly, I’m a little short on
experience,” I finally replied.

“How old are you?” she asked.

“22,” I replied.

“I’m 18 gonna be 19,” she said doubtfully.

“Remember where I live, Lisa… Except for Rebecca,
which I never did finish, I’ve been with a few women
from the bars, most of whom were more interested in my
pussy than it’s owner,” I said.

“No romance, huh?” she laughed.

“Not yet,” I replied.

***

“What do you like, I mean besides sticking your fingers
in strange places?” I asked.

“Everything,” she said simply, “as long as it doesn’t
hurt.”

“Like?” I asked.

“Your whole body, with emphasis on certain places,” she
grinned.

“Which are?” I smiled.

“Your butt and your nipples for one, your clit of
course, and all the other sexy places, including your
toes,” she replied blushing.

“You like feet too?” I asked in a surprised tone.

“You have pretty feet,” she said.

“So do you,” I replied, watching her blush turn into
instant interest.

“You really think so?” she asked, holding one up for
inspection.

I nodded yes and she smiled, pulling me up.

“Let’s go for a swim,” she said, kissing me.

Water is a wonderful medium for holding another person,
you’re both weightless or nearly so, making it easy to
move. Holding, touching, cuddling skin to skin, hot
even in the cool water, made me more aware than ever I
wanted her. The sun started to fade from the sky and I
reluctantly suggested we go home.

We dressed and rode back, the coming sunset burnishing
the fence lines and distant buildings a warm copper
color. I unsaddled the horses and turned them into the
corral, checking the barn and it’s occupants before
going inside.

“Why don’t you shower first while I make supper, and
we’ll eat when I come down,” I said.

“Ok,” she smiled, and ran up the stairs. I miked a
couple of TV dinners and went upstairs for my shower.
She was coming out on the run and nearly bowled me
over, laughing as I ducked back.

“Take it easy, you can’t be that hungry,” I grinned.

“You’d be surprised,” she said.

After supper I got the brandy bottle down and took a
pair of glasses into the front room. I lit a fire and
locked all the doors, Lisa watching me intently. I went
upstairs and dug in my closet, bringing out a new fake
fur rug I’d bought from a catalog–if ever there was a
night to use it, this was going to be the one.

I spread it in front of the low fire, adding a small
log. I put a CD into the player and turned it on low,
and beckoned to her to sit with me. All the lights were
off, and we sat across from each other, our knees
touching. She had my robe wrapped around her, and I was
sitting bare-breasted in my panties. It’s hard to lie
when you’re nearly naked.

“I noticed you’re not wearing your ring anymore,” I
said to open the conversation.

“Nope, best guess is that one’s over with,” she sighed.

“Any feelings left?” I asked.

“Some, mostly sadness and frustration,” she replied.

“If she was here, would you go with her?” I asked.

She debated her answer in her head for about 30
seconds, then said “I don’t think so.”

“Why?” I inquired.

“It hurts too fucking much,” she said softly, lowering
her head.

“I’m afraid sometimes,” I confessed.

“Of what?” she asked.

“Of emotions, of being hurt like you were, of falling
in love…..it’s like being out of control,” I said.

“I’m here naked with you, does that frighten you?” she
asked quietly, taking off my robe. The firelight played
and danced on her pale skin, highlighting her nipples
and hips, leaving the other parts in shadow.

“No, and I don’t know why,” I replied.

“Mmmm,” she replied.

I moved closer, putting my legs under hers and raising
my knees, letting her ankles brush my hips. I wriggled
closer until our nipples were almost touching, our
bellies together, our hair inches away. I leaned and
closed my eyes, brushing my fingertips up her ribcage.
She shivered and gave a small moan, her lips meeting
mine. It was like the afternoon in the water, an
exploratory dance of lips and tongues. I cupped her
breasts and felt her hands on mine, teasing the nipple
of one while she caressed the other.

The passion built slowly, our tongues pushing and
probing. Her lips were soft and sweet, anxious to
please. She rolled my nipples between her fingers,
making them so hard they ached. I brushed her tiny
points with my fingertips, getting several moans and
sighs. I reached down and slid my hand between us,
touching her clit. A firm wet bump, she groaned louder
when I massaged it and went lower, wetting my fingers.
I broke our kiss and put my finger in my mouth, tasting
her with my eyes closed. Tangy and full of her musky
aroma, it was sweet. I dipped my finger deeper and
brought a fingerful of her moistness to my lips.
Licking once, I offered it to her with a smile. She
greedily licked my finger clean, murmuring “Mmmmm.”

I moved to lay down bringing her with me, the fur warm
beneath us. She rolled to her back and spread her legs
as wide as she could, placing my hand on her pussy and
pulling my wrist. I lay on my side and kissed her,
probing gently in her warmth and wetness. It was tight,
holding my fingers snugly, my thumb rolling her clit in
a lazy motion. She tensed and opened her mouth,
screaming softly into mine as her orgasm crested,
shivering with the pulses. It passed and she renewed
her efforts at kissing, pinching my nipples and running
her hand up and down my belly.

I grasped her hand and led it to my fur, patting it
once to let her know I wanted her touch. I raised my
hips and she pulled off my underwear, throwing them
aside. She rolled on top of me and began humping her
hips against my right thigh, her wetness coating my
leg. She kissed her way down my body, lingering for the
longest time on my nipples, sucking them like a child.
She laid on her stomach and parted my legs wide,
planting small wet kisses on my thighs, roaming here
and there to nibble me with her lips. I groaned and
told her “Suck me!…please suck me!”

I felt her mouth on my pussy for a moment, then hard
suction on my inner thigh, very close to my slit. She
sucked in several places, ignoring my whispered pleas.
Finally she concentrated on my vagina, licking and
sucking at my clit, chewing on my labia and the
surrounding area. Her fingers were next, I couldn’t
tell how many, but it felt good. She touched my G-spot
and rubbed it firmly, sucking lightly on my clit at the
same time.

My belly tightened a little, then a bit more as I felt
it build, then I came, trying to close my legs. She
wiggled her fingers faster on my spot and sucked harder
on my clit as it started, and I wailed “Mmmph! Mmmm!
Mmmm…yah! oh God oh god oh Gooooooooood!” as the
cramps and spasms started in earnest.

She held me open so I couldn’t move, continuing to lick
and suck my lips as it began to fade. I was panting
with the effort to breathe, and I thought I could hear
a muffled chuckle from between my legs. I relaxed and
she released her grip on my legs, allowing them to fall
wide. I felt her kiss my belly and move to grin at me,
her face and chin gleaming with my wetness.

“You come nice!” she giggled, wiping her chin.

“Mmmm?” I grunted.

“Wet!” she giggled and sat back on her haunches,
licking her fingers clean.

I sat up and had a drink, sharing my glass with her,
along with a couple of warm kisses. We got a refill and
laid back down, cuddled close. Kissing and touching
resumed, and a few minutes later I was kneeling between
her legs kissing her clit.

Even in arousal, the only part of her labia that
protruded were the tiny pieces of skin at the bottom.
Her lips were slightly parted, the moisture glistening
on the pinkness within. I opened her with my fingers
and licked with the flat of my tongue from bottom to
top, spreading her labia. Varying from pink to dark
red, it looked like a flower. Her scent rose to greet
my nose and I inhaled deeply, my mouth watering.

I bent to kiss her clit, and sprawled on the floor for
comfort. I was merciless, teasing and biting softly
everywhere, sucking her deep and chewing her outer lips
as I used one finger on her insides. Her hood and clit
were small, the tiny pink nubbin throbbing in my mouth
if I held it gently between my lips. She moaned and
twisted with my touch, mumbling nonsense noises as I
progressed from her vagina to her anus, bathing it with
my tongue. She helped by tucking her ankles behind her
head, a feat I’d never seen before. I pushed my tongue
inside her anus as far as I could, getting little
squeals of delight and feeling the hairs on my tongue.

I returned to her pussy and probed for her G-spot,
unable to find it. Giving up the hunt, I massaged in
the general area where I thought it should be and
started on her clit again, hearing louder noises as I
continued.

All of a sudden her stomach clenched and she screamed,
her ankles flying down to hit the floor.

“Mmmmph! Mmmmmmmph… eeeeeeeeeeeee!” she cried,
arching her back. I felt her clit disappear and slowed
some, rubbing in wider circles on her inner walls. She
slumped back and covered her pussy with her hand,
stilling my movements. We were frozen that way for
perhaps 10 seconds, and she said “I gotta pee!”,
giggling. I helped her stand and aimed her toward the
bathroom, laughing quietly.

I drank from my glass and sat on the floor, mildly
tired and completely satisfied. While she was gone I
looked between my legs and saw her marks, blood-red
love bites on my inner thighs, right next to my pussy.
Two on each leg, they were shaped like her mouth, and I
smiled, I knew the perfect place for hers.

I stank of raw sex, mine and hers mixed, and I didn’t
care. The old feelings of being ashamed or somehow
dirty after sex with a woman were gone. It felt right
with her, our bodies melding as one, the mutual giving
and receiving of sexual pleasure. In my head, I knew
I’d removed a ghost from the past.

Much later, we cuddled face to face in my bed, our arms
wrapped around each other, legs intertwined. I kissed
her nose and told her “It feels so right with
you,…thank you.”

She kissed me and whispered “You’re welcome.”

I knew that I didn’t want to lie to her, so I wasn’t
going to tell her I loved her if I didn’t mean it. I
also knew that moment was approaching fast, beyond my
control.

***

We slept in my bed that night, and the following day I
moved the dresser from her room to mine. We moved the
bed against the window to make room, and stashed her
backpack in the other closet.

The horses demanded a lot of attention, and Lisa helped
do chores each day. I took her to Bismarck and bought
her a pair of good riding boots and several pair of
jeans, along with a cheap pair of barn boots. We
visited our spot on the creek often, first swimming
nude and then making love on the blanket. Checking each
other for ticks afterwards usually led to more love
making, sometimes on the bathroom floor.

We tanned brown, laying out behind the house away from
the view of the driveway. I kept some clothes handy for
visitors or customers, and we drank gallons of iced
tea.

We talked, then talked some more. I shared secrets and
feelings that I’d never known existed, including the
embarrassing ones. She did likewise, tearing up
occasionally when she mentioned Lucy’s name. I couldn’t
get angry with her, I knew if she didn’t grieve for
Lucy, it would never end and I’d never have her for my
own. For us to be with one another, to belong to each
other, was becoming my obsession.

We found our tastes in music differed, I liked the dead
white European guys like Bach, and she favored rock and
roll along with a bit of country. She liked the skimpy
clothing too, while I preferred being covered a little
more. I found out she was impulsive about sex one
afternoon, too.

***

We were on the blanket as usual, slick with oil and
close together. She stood up and walked a few feet away
to squat. We’d both done it, the amount of liquids we
were drinking each day made it a nuisance to go to the
house just to pee. I listened for the sound of it
hitting the ground, waiting for her to finish and
return to me. After a minute or so of silence, I turned
my head to see what she was doing.

She was squatting low with her feet flat on the ground
facing me, her hand between her legs rubbing her clit.
Her eyes were closed and she had her head tilted up
like she was inviting divine intervention, a most
serious look of concentration on her face.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Gonna come!” she said, wobbling as she almost lost her
balance.

I rolled to my side and propped my head up on my hand,
watching. She pumped and stroked and rubbed in circles,
her body weaving as she sought to retain her stance.
She gasped once and put two fingertips on her clit,
rubbing furiously. She groaned and fell back, the pee
spraying into the air while she moaned
“Uuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnh!..unh unh unh……aaaaaaaaah…”

Her fingers didn’t stop until the pee did, then her
knees fell open and she panted, her hands rubbing her
stomach.

A while later she giggled and sat up, grinning at me.

“It’s better in the shower, I had to try it though,”
she said. She got the hose and rinsed herself, her eyes
rolling back in her head in mock ecstasy as she
directed the flow of water on her clit, giggling and
laughing.

She laid next to me again and held my hand, giving it a
light squeeze.

“Thanks,” she said.

“For what?” I asked.

“For not thinking I’m kinky,” she laughed.

“I’m a farm girl, I’ve seen bodily functions before,” I
smiled.

“Yeah, but with her whose name I won’t mention, she
thought it was gross.”

“I think I’d draw the line at watching you shit,” I
laughed, “but Becky and I used to watch each other pee,
it’s harmless.”

She propped her head up and said “That’s another thing
I like about you, you’re open-minded and you like my
tits!” she giggled. She began caressing my boobs, soft
tender touches that smoothed the oil on my skin.

“Your nipples are so pretty,” she whispered.

“Glad you like them,” I said, as she bent to inhale one
with her mouth.

I came twice in the next half-hour from her nursing on
my nipples, a lazy finger stroking my pussy. I don’t
think my clit was even touched.

I moved to reciprocate once I calmed a little from the
second one, and she grimaced and rubbed her stomach.

“Not right now, belly hurts,” she sighed.

I felt her stomach just above her hair and around her
belly button, and it was tight to the touch.

“Wanna go in?” I asked.

“Maybe we better,” she replied.

She put a pad on and dressed in an old pair of shorts
in anticipation of her period. She was definitely out
of whack somewhere in her cycle, and I remembered mine
was due about now too.

Supper was tea and toast for her, and I ate a pizza. We
went to bed around 9:30 and curled around each other
for sleep.

Three days later all was normal again in our house. I
noticed that I’d begun thinking of it as ‘ours’ as
opposed to ‘mine’, a distinct difference from the past.
Cooking for her, caring for her if she hurt, working
the horses alongside her, I believed I had a partner I
could love and trust.

***

We attended the celebrations in Chandler for the Fourth
of July, watching the parade down main street and going
to the dance in the evening. There was a little talent
show in the town hall before the dance, and we sat
holding hands. I managed to keep us both in beer for
the night, dancing and laughing together. Other girls
were doing the same, so I didn’t think anything of it
until we were on our way home and Lisa asked “Did you
see that girl in the red shorts and halter top, the one
with the frizzy hair?”

“Yes, that’s Melissa, I used to go to school with
her….what about her?” I asked.

“She likes you,” she said.

“Bullshit,” I said,” she’s never said three words to me
the whole time I’ve known her.”

“She wants your body, I can tell,” she giggled.

“Not a chance, she’s married,” I replied.

“I saw the way she looked at you and I’m telling you,
married or not the girl has the hots for you!” she
exclaimed.

“My body is taken, occupied, busy, wrong number,” I
laughed.

“Mmmmm,” she replied, putting her hand on my thigh.

***

For the next 6 weeks everything was perfect, the
weather was sunny and warm, our relationship grew
closer and closer, the shared kisses and touches a
wonder for me. To be completely open with another
person about how I felt, and the ability to show it!
The sex was awesome, satisfying inside and out, our
afternoon’s together bliss in every sense. To not feel
embarrassed about sex, asking for what I wanted and
getting it were a welcome change from the furtive
explorations at the bars.

I got to suck her toes, the pads meaty and soft.
Listening to her squeals as she giggled and then came
hard were very pleasing to me. She did mine too, one
night in the bathtub. She laughed out loud as I whooped
and came, grimacing with the intensity. Afterward, I
told her “They’re connected to my clit, I can’t help
it!”

One morning I came back from the barn around 10, the
chores finished and ready to go for a swim at the
creek. I’d let her sleep in, the previous night had
been a long love-making session and I knew she was
tired. My stomach gave a lurch and I almost swallowed
my heart when I saw her in the bedroom putting things
in her back pack.

Trying not to show my fear, I asked “What are you
doing, hon?”

Crying, she was jamming things into the pack
haphazardly, not bothering to fold anything.

“I’ve got to go, it’s no good,” she said.

“What’s no good, us?” I cried, “that’s not true!”

“Besides, I want to finish what I started….I want to
look her in the eye and know it’s over, I can’t deal
with a long-distance ‘fuck-you’, she said.

“Oh,” I replied, my heart sinking to my knees and
beyond. I willed myself not to cry as I turned to walk
out the door and said “If that’s what you want, ok
then.”

I went downstairs to the kitchen and opened a beer, my
usual refuge in tough emotional times. I didn’t care
what time of the day it was, I needed a drink!

The first swallow tasted like shit, so I poured it out
and opened another, thinking I’d gotten a bad bottle.
It tasted like the first and I threw it in the sink in
disgust.

I sat shaking and afraid, she hadn’t said if she was
coming back. I had let my guard down, opened my heart
to someone, and gotten slammed in the process. Then I
asked myself how she felt. Was she hurting like me? Was
she wanting closure, was that the truth? I had to know,
so I went back upstairs to the bedroom.

“Lisa, I know this is going to sound funny, but is she
worth it?” I asked.

“I don’t know!” she wailed, “All I know is, I’ve got to
see her, talk to her. I’ve got to know first hand.”

“Ok then, I’ll take you,” I said.

“What about the horses?” she asked.

“I’ll get little Howie to come over, he’s a good hand
with them,” I replied.

“You would drive me to Seattle?” she asked, her head
down, looking at me through her eyebrows. I took a deep
breath and said “And back, too, if that’s what you
want.”

She sobbed once and lunged for me, hugging me tight.

“I feel like such a shit,” she said, her tears wetting
my neck.

I pushed her back and said “When you came here, you
helped me get rid of some ghosts, some evil things that
have been lurking around for a long time….I’d like to
help you get rid of yours if you’ll let me.”

***

We spent the afternoon at the creek, planning our trip
and making love, at times so passionate and loud I
thought someone might hear us. I got the pickup ready
and stowed the camping gear in the topper while she
packed clothes for both of us. Little Howie showed up
on time and I showed him where everything was and gave
him a key to the house. I suggested we use my suitcases
for our clothes, and got a couple of thermoses out for
coffee. We slept fitfully after a couple of soft
orgasms, each burdened with our own thoughts.

I was up at dawn and helped Howie with the major
chores, returning to the house about 9 for breakfast.
She had made pancakes, and urged me to eat. We showered
and dressed, then threw the luggage in the back and
said goodbye to Howie. I filled the truck in Chandler
and headed west on Interstate, the uncertain future
looming in my mind.

We had dressed in shorts and tank tops because of the
heat, hers a rather modest blue pair with a white top
and me in khaki. She kicked her sandals off and leaned
back, unzipping her shorts and rolling her top up,
exposing her stomach.

“Hot?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she replied.

I turned on the AC and showed her where the vent was,
watching her turn various body parts in its direction
to cool them off. We passed Bismarck and went over the
river, the tires thrumming on the pavement. We were
near New Salem when she slipped off her shorts and laid
back in the seat, putting her feet on the dashboard.
Her top was rolled so high I could see the bottom of
her breasts, and she hadn’t worn any panties.

“No underwear?” I giggled.

“No, silly slut that I am, I figured you liked me
better this way,” she said.

“True, true,” I nodded.

“Even if my fat belly is showing,” she said, giving it
a rub.

“I like your pudge,” I said, “it’s what protects your
center, makes you female.”

“What?” she asked.

“That little layer of fat around your belly button is
adorable,” I said, “you ever notice when we’re in bed I
always kiss it?”

“Yeah,” she said, raising her eyebrows.

“It’s something else about you to love,” I said,
returning my eyes to the road. The sweet musky smell of
her pussy lingered in my nostrils as I drove.

I stopped for the night in Montana, near Miles City.
There was a river nearby, and I thought we could use a
dip. We pitched the tent and went for a walk along the
riverbank, avoiding the bigger rocks and debris. I
found a quiet spot and stripped off everything but my
panties, dunking myself in the shallows.

“Jesus Christ it’s cold!” she screamed when she joined
me.

“Snowmelt,” I said.

“From where, the Arctic fucking circle?” she inquired
wryly.

We ate in the local version of a pancake house, steaks
and home fries with a salad, and I bought a six-pack
from the local bar. We crawled into the tent and
undressed one at a time, sitting at opposite ends. The
light doesn’t completely fade out of the sky until
10:30 at night, so we chatted and drank our beers. As
we got ready to sleep, I told her “Be sure to zip the
zipper tight.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Keep out the snakes,” I replied, “they like to be warm
too.”

“Oh my God!” she cried, “first it was ticks, then
icewater to swim in, and now snakes…..what’s next,
meteors?”

I laughed with her and laid back in my sleeping bag,
feeling her body heat nearby.

The next day was a little rougher, it was rainy and
overcast. We made it to Kellogg, Idaho and decided to
spend the night in a motel. After a meal and a shower
we made love slowly, savoring each and every touch. We
were getting closer to the end of the trip, and I
realized I might have to come back alone. Pushing that
ugly thought to the back of my mind, I concentrated on
her pussy, making her come again and again.

I was about to start on her again when she said “Stop.”

I sat up and asked “What?”

“I want to do you,” she said.

“Oohhh-kaaaay,” I said slowly, “how?”

“Get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed,”
she smiled.

I did, and she said “Put your head down flat on the
bed.”

“Feelin’ kinda drafty back there,” I laughed.

“Spread your knees a little,” she replied.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“Play with your beautiful ass,” she smiled.

I relaxed and got a good grip, and she began by
inserting a couple of her fingers in my pussy,
stretching it open. One thumb was lightly rubbing the
side of my clit, and the other hand was busy inside,
probing and pulling. It started to tingle, and she said
“Your pussy is sooooo wet! Can you put your tits down
too? I need you higher back here.”

I readjusted my position and felt her mouth for the
first time, licking my clit for a second and then
pushing inside, swirling in my entrance. The fingers
continued, her mouth busy on my leg I think, and I felt
her hands slide over my ass, probing my anus. She would
put two or three fingers in me and then wipe them
around my hole, pressing to gain entrance. I felt an
orgasm coming not too far off, and began to press back
against her hand.

Something entered my ass, making me flinch.

“Ok?” she asked.

“What is it?” I asked breathlessly, right on the verge.

“My new toy, is it ok?” she asked.

“God yes!” I cried, “Do me, Lisa, fuck me!”

She started pumping the thing in and out of my ass,
with two or three fingers in my pussy. Alternating in
and out, I screamed and came hard, bucking under her
hands. I heard her giggle and continue to pump me,
another one starting to build. Her mouth surrounded my
clit and sucked me in, flicking with her tongue, and I
lost it again, screaming into the sheets to muffle the
sound.

That one passed and she slowed, pulling her fingers out
and substituting her tongue, sucking my labia. Her toy
was replaced by something longer, and I tensed again
and asked “What’s that?”

“My middle finger,” she replied, “just relax, I won’t
hurt you.”

It went in, and in some more, and in some more, until I
felt her knuckles against my butt cheeks.

“That feels good,” I mumbled.

“Wait,” she replied.

Her fingertip began describing wide circles inside my
ass, stretching and pulling in all directions. I felt
it coming again and groaned loudly. Two fingers went in
my pussy, playing tag with the one in my ass and I lost
it again, muffling my screams in the sheets. As it
began to fade, she pulled both hands out of me and
cupped my pussy, her fingertips on my clit. Pushing me
down, she got behind me and rubbed it hard with her
palm flat, my cum flying everywhere, my legs impossibly
far apart.

“Mmmmmmmmwwwaaaaa!” I grunted, curling up and straining
against her hand, “enough, please! no more no more no
more!”

She relented with the hand but I felt her mouth again
and heard her swallow several times, her tongue licking
my pussy and my ass, along with part of my thighs. She
got done and pulled on my shoulder, rolling me over to
my back. Grinning at me as she knelt on the bed, she
asked “You like?”

“I LOVED it, are you kidding?….how many did I have,
anyway?” I asked.

“Seven altogether, I think,” she smiled.

“Felt like 70, they wouldn’t stop, they kept running
together,” I sighed.

“Your butt might be a little sore in the morning,” she
said, pulling me up and kissing me.

“I don’t care,” I replied, kissing her back and tasting
myself.

“Trust me, you don’t have hemorrhoids,” she said dryly.

I shrieked with laughter and hugged her tight, pressing
her breasts to my face. Sucking her tiny nipples, I
felt her hand caress my neck before I slept.

***

We went through Spokane and across Washington State the
next day, arriving in Seattle in the early evening. She
was right, my butt was a little tender that morning,
but I didn’t care. I needed to feel her, what she had
done, what she still might do. If I was going to lose
her, I wanted to feel it for a month.

I checked us into a motel near SeaTac, the local
airport. I got a map and asked Lisa “Do you know where
she lives?”

“6821 Twin Bridges Road, Tacoma,” she replied.

“I see it on the map, how about we rest up for the
night, eat a nice meal, and then surprise her in the
morning?”

“Good idea, I’m nervous,” she said.

“Hey, she left you, you don’t have anything to be
nervous about,” I replied.

“She never was attached to me like I was to her I
think, she wanted to date other people,” she said.

“That’s NOT a relationship,” I said.

“I know, I know,” she replied.

We ate at a fancy restaurant in a cozy private booth,
able to talk quietly and hold hands, I even managed a
game of footsie under the table. This woman was close
to being gone, possibly forever, and I hung on every
word.

Our shower in the morning was together, another ‘might
be the last’ scene that left me emotionally weary. She
came out drying her hair to find me already dressed and
waiting, sitting in the room’s only chair.

“Have you thought of what to wear today?” I asked.

“Nothing past something clean,” she replied.

“I bought you an outfit,” I said, ” it’s in that box,”
pointing to the table. She opened the box and said
“Wow!…it’s pretty!”

“There’s panties to match,” I said, watching her hold
it up. A pale blue to match her eyes, the sundress was
light cotton and almost sheer. The straps were thick
strings, and the back and sides were cut away to reveal
the maximum amount of skin. She tried on the panties,
pale blue silk thongs that were low riders, barely
concealing her mons.

She stepped into it and I helped her zip it up,
smoothing it on her hips.

“Tuck your titties in,,” I smiled, laughing as she
playfully stuck out her tongue. It fit her like a
glove, accenting the fact she wore no bra. I dusted a
little dark blush on her cleavage, making her breasts
appear larger. They weren’t, but they looked that way,
enhancing her sexiness.

“It’s so short!” she said.

“All the better to show off your legs, my dear,” I
replied.

“No stockings?” she asked.

“Nope, and no heels either, just sexy sandals,” I said,
handing her a pair.

Blue like the dress and very strappy, they were made to
look like she wasn’t wearing shoes at all.

“God, I look fantastic!” she said, looking in the
mirror and turning around.

“That’s the idea,” I replied.

“One last thing, let me paint your toenails, you want
blue to match or pink?” I asked.

“Pink is better,” she said.

“Ok, come sit,” I said, getting out the case.

She sat and brushed her hair out while I painted her
nails, using my knee as a prop.

She got several whistles from the locals as we got into
the truck and drove away, making her blush. I could
tell she was nervous, I was an emotional wreck. She was
as beautiful as I’d ever seen her, her tanned body
glowing and her hair sparkling in the breeze.

I made the turn off Interstate to the cross street, and
checked the map. “Left here, I think,” I said. She was
silent, chewing her lip as I drove. I found Twin
Bridges Road in the 6300 block and turned right.
Stately homes set well back from the street, in some
cases behind tall steel fences, lined one side of the
road. The other was trees and the odd driveway here and
there, piercing the gloom. I patted her hand as I found
a mailbox marked “Matthews” and aimed between the brick
pillars.

Coming up the drive I saw several girls in swim suits
exit the side of the house and drove for them,
reasoning one of them must be Lucy. The sound of the
engine caught their attention and they stopped running,
looking back at us.

“Which one?” I asked.

“The black two-piece with the big tits,” she replied.

I turned the truck sideways to them and stopped,
shutting it off. Lowering the window I called “Lucy
Matthews?”

She nodded and walked toward us as Lisa got out the
other side, yelling “Lucy, it’s me!”

The look of bewilderment on Lucy’s face was startling,
her eyes wide. Her hand went to her mouth and she
turned to run, but Lisa caught her and whirled her
around, holding her shoulders. There were four others
who quickly gathered around, asking “Who’s that?” and
“Where did she come from?”

I stepped out of the truck and said “Girls, this is
Lisa and she’d like to talk to Lucy.” I was a good 6
inches taller than any of them, and they backed away
from the pair.

Lisa was right, Lucy had big tits. About 5 foot 4, hers
were a D-cup at the least and probably bigger. Her
slight frame and skinny hips made them appear that much
larger, a caricature of a woman’s bust. Lisa turned and
pulled Lucy away from the group, leading her away. The
littlest one, Lucy’s sister by the looks of her, asked
“Where is she taking her?”

“To talk for awhile, that’s all,” I replied.

Apparently mollified, the group stood in the sun and
watched as Lucy and Lisa talked. I could hear snatches
of the conversation, but without complete words I
couldn’t tell what was being said.

Lisa waved her arms and Lucy cringed, Lucy shouted back
and Lisa lowered her head. Lisa accused, Lucy defended,
back and forth. I saw Lucy shake her head no, then
again more vehemently, raising her hand for emphasis.
Lisa started laughing then, a laugh so loud I could
hear it plainly, holding her stomach as she whooped
with joy. They talked amiably for about another ten
minutes, Lucy blushing red every time Lisa laughed.
Finally Lisa stepped closer to Lucy and hugged her
shoulder, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Lisa ran back to the truck with the widest smile I’d
ever seen and hopped in, saying “Take me home, please,”
and then cracked up with a case of the giggles. I drove
away from the house and steered toward what I thought
was the Interstate. If we were done here, I wanted to
waste no time getting back home. A few minutes later I
rolled down the ramp onto the Interstate and brought it
up to 70, hitting the cruise control.

Lisa wiggled on the seat pulling at her hips and asked
“Can we stop so I can change clothes?…these panties
are so tight my pussy can’t breathe.” I laughed, which
set her off in a fit of giggles again, and I asked
“What’s so funny, what happened back there?”

“Hmm, well, let me see, where do I start?….I don’t
know whether to laugh or cry!” she exclaimed. She was
about to speak when I spotted the sign for a rest area
and said “Two miles, can you hold it until then?”

“Where’s my bag?” she asked, giggling.

“Behind your seat, oh weak-bladdered one,” I intoned.

She wrestled her bag to the front and dug through it,
picking out shorts and her white tank. As I stopped, I
said “Give me your panties.”

She looked at me funny but didn’t ask why, only reached
under her dress and wiggled out of them.

“Aaaaaahhhh,” she sighed, laughing once more. While she
went to change, I held her panties to my nose, inhaling
her faint musk. Damp from sweat and her unique smell,
the panel in the crotch was dry. I folded them and
tucked them in my pocket, a special memento of the
trip.

She came out in her blue shorts and white top, the
shorts half un-zipped and the top rolled most of the
way up, despite the fact it wasn’t nearly as warm in
Washington as it had been in North Dakota. She sat in
the seat and got in the cooler, pulling out a coke for
her and a beer for me. I turned and headed down the
ramp, once more headed home at 70 miles per hour. I put
on my shades and slipped a CD into the player,
adjusting the volume.

Staring straight ahead, she asked “Do you have a bra
on?”

“No,” I replied.

“Good, unbutton your shirt for me, will you?….I want
to see your nipples.” she said. I unbuttoned my shirt
and let it gap open, and she reached across the seat
and spread it wide, pulling it down around my elbows.

“Drive proud!,” she said, “You have beautiful tits!”

I blushed and giggled, shrugging it back in place to
cover me if a trucker should drive by.

“Ok,” I said, “what happened?”

“For starters, there is no ‘other woman’, unquote, big
tits or otherwise,” she said, taking a drink of her
coke.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“When they moved out here, her Mom took her to a
shrink…..who managed to convince her, with a lot of
reinforcement from both her parents, that I was ‘just a
phase’ she was going through,” she said.

“Then what?” I asked.

“I’m getting there, be patient…they suggested a
boyfriend, and they chose one from the local social
circle, a ‘Dylan somebody or other’ who’s her age, and
she’s a month younger than me,” she continued, “and to
top it off, she let him sleep with her, WITH her
Mother’s blessing!”

“Oh shit,” I laughed, tipping my can, “that’s
horrible!”

“She lied to me on the phone because her Mother told
her that I would take the breakup easier if I thought
it was another woman, can you imagine?” she asked.

“So she’s under their thumb, house arrest I guess?” I
asked.

“Not exactly but close enough, she said she can’t even
fart without them knowing, and they’ve got her on some
kind of medication that fucks with her memory, she
didn’t remember my last name,” she stated.

“Christ, I feel sorry for her, you wanna go back and
kidnap her, take her with us?” I asked.

“No, I considered making the offer, but she has made
her bed and now she will lie in it…..I predict that
in a year or two she will be married, have 2.3
children, and become just like her Mother, the
socialite,” she said.

“Then what?” I asked.

“And a year or two down the road, once she’s considered
cured, they’ll take her off the medication, and her
true desires will manifest themselves again,” she said.

“Which leads to secret rendezvous with a lover, the
shame and the guilt, and maybe another shrink and more
meds,” I concluded.

“A truly shitty way to live, not?” she asked, smiling
in my direction.

A couple of miles down the road I asked “Can I ask you
something?”

“Anything,” she replied.

“What did you see in her at the beginning?”

“Besides her great tits, which have grown immensely,
did you notice?.. there was a sense of the forbidden, a
rush of secrecy, and the thrill of doing ‘girl things’
with another girl,” she said.

“And?” I asked.

“Once we came out, the thrill was gone for her, I think
she did it to antagonize her parents, I don’t really
believe that she ever loved me, or anyone besides
herself,” she replied.

“What about you and me?” I asked.

She slipped out of her shorts and put a foot on the
dash, cocking her other leg toward me, giving me a full
open view of her pussy.

“I’m gonna wreck the truck if you keep that up,” I
laughed.

“We’re going to stop for the night soon anyway, I just
wanted you to look at me… I love you with all my
heart, I swear I do… I can’t tell you how I know, but
I do,” she said.

“I love you too, I replied.

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