The Chimney
by Uther Pendragon
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The Chimney
by Uther Pendragon
nogardnePrethU@gmail.com

As soon as they were far enough into the woods to be hidden, Dan turned to kiss her. Melissa came into his arms willingly, and enjoyed the hug. Soon, however, she moved back.

"You're sure there are no hunters?" she asked.

"It's not the season, and it's too close to houses. A gunshot this time of year would bring calls to the sheriff, not to the game warden. I used to tramp all over this area without seeing any people. No game larger than squirrels and rabbits, either. Now, I wouldn't take you here in the fall." He'd wear orange in the fall, himself. But Melissa was too precious; he'd never endanger Melissa.

"Well, it's your territory." Her family had moved in less than a year before. She'd been mourning the loss of all her friends when she'd met Dan. Now, he was her world. And he was introducing her to his.

"Really, it is. School is like every other school. And I wouldn't want it different. You and I are going out into the big world a year from now." Well, September a year from now. Would the two of them go to the same college? Could he live without Melissa for nine months a year? "But this is my past, my family's past. Once, before tractors, people farmed this area. They were my people. And, if I've never farmed aside from pulling weeds in Mom's vegetable garden, this is where I spent my time before you made it more interesting."

"You're sweet." And he was, They shared another kiss. "But I can't believe they could farm with all these trees."

"They didn't. That one?" He pointed to a young tree towering over them. "It was no taller than I was when I first saw it. That one?" He pointed to another tree, maybe the biggest within view. "It's a lot older, but a lot less than a hundred years. Everything you see grew over the farms. Come on, and I'll prove that people lived here."

She followed along. She'd half expected that the trip was no more than an excuse for the kisses. School was out, and they didn't see each other as often as they had over the winter. No dances, either. If he'd cancelled the expedition to pet, she would have been willing. She would, though, have been disappointed that he'd lied to her to get the opportunity. Instead, he was serious. And, since she liked the young man Dan, she wanted to see into his childhood. This woods was where he'd been a boy, or -- at least -- where he'd experienced the part of being a boy that he liked to remember.

"See that?" He pointed to a dip in the ground where older trees were at an angle and younger trees pointed straight up. "Somewhere down below, there is a coal mine which is still on fire. Every once in a while, something falls in."

"Are we in any danger?" She couldn't believe the earth fell in. It looked awfully solid to her.

"Miners died when the fires started. I haven't heard of anyone dying, or even being injured since. On the other hand, the paper reports people getting killed in car crashes every week." She should know that he would never put her at risk.

They crossed over the top of a hill. The trees were further apart up here, and Dan led. He kicked through the undergrowth to make walking easier for Melissa. As they went down, the trees grew thicker and the undergrowth gave way to grass. When Dan jumped down from a foot-high ledge, he turned to Melissa. He'd help her down, but first, a kiss.

She felt different sensations, kissing with his face lower than hers. As the taller one, she thrust her tongue into his mouth. The touch was as electric as always, the action more daring. When dan broke the kiss, her breasts were at a level with his face. He kissed them through blouse and bra. The stroking of his hands up her jeans-clad legs excited Melissa. She hugged his head against her breasts as she felt his fingers caress the inside of her thighs up to where the seam blocked all sensation.

He gripped her sweet butt, lifted slightly, and turned. She held onto his neck until he lowered her to the new level. He felt her hard mound and soft breasts slide down his body. She felt his erection pass over her thigh and then end pressed against her stomach. They kissed lightly, mouths closed, before he released her. Then he led her on.

When they started climbing again, the slope was steep. The path, although it wandered, was clear. He gestured her ahead and watched her butt flex in the jeans as she climbed. At one steep part, he helped her up by pushing that sweet butt. She didn't really need the help, but she enjoyed the hands there -- even enjoyed the excuse a little.

When they topped that ridge and started down, he could see the chimney. She didn't seem to notice it, and -- after all -- didn't know what to look for. Soon, they were among the apple trees, and the chimney was hidden.

"Apples," he said.

"Wild apples?" Now that he'd said it, the smell was unmistakable. The ground was made up of rotten apples. She was no country girl, but the shape of the trees did look like apple trees -- branches spreading out instead of reaching for the sky.

"Are now. But this was an orchard once. Almost all the trees are still apple trees."

"Johnny Appleseed?" She'd heard the stories. "Or did he only work in the west?"

"Probably Johnny Appleseed. And, then, the settlers planted the seed from their own apples. And, then, when there were no more farmers, the trees dropped their fruit and the squirrels planted the seeds. Or they just planted themselves where the apples fell. This was the west in Johnny Appleseed's time. You read 'Last of the Mohicans'?"

"No."

"Well, it was a story about dealing with wild Indian tribes. It took place far east of here."

"What's that?" They'd come to a place with few trees, and she could see that there was something made of stones right ahead of them.

"That's what I brought you here to see. It's a chimney. That means that there's a fireplace on the other side. And, while you can't see it now, there had to have been a cabin there before. Come on!" He led her around the cabin to the front. "Welcome to my cabin." He led her inside.

"It is fireplace. Is that why you led me in a circle from the apple trees? So I would see the fireplace head on?"

"You'll think I'm silly."

"I know you're silly. I also know you're smart and sweet."

"Well, ever since the first time, when I figured out there had been a cabin here . . . Ever since then, I come in the cabin where the door must have been. Maybe it wasn't right there, but there had to have been a door in that wall."

"That wasn't silly." Well, maybe it was a little, but it was awfully sweet. And Dan was letting her into his secret life. "It was sweet. Did you bring your friends here? did you tell them that the door was there?"

"No! this isn't where I played with my friends. This is where I came by myself." It was bad enough to admit that about the door -- about the cabin -- to Melissa. He would never have dared admit it to the boys. He didn't even want them seeing the chimney, let alone knowing that he played in the cabin.

"I'm the first one you've told? Oh, Dan!" When -- long ago -- she had staged doll tea parties, she had sometimes invited her girlfriends and their dolls over. She'd never tell Dan, now. He, on the other hand, trusted her with secret play that he had never told anyone else.

"This part is level, but the hill comes down around the chimney. See?" He wanted her to see the cabin, too. "They had to have dug out a level spot and built a wall against the hill. You don't put a fireplace half outdoors. And, if you look, you can see where the ends must have been. The slant changes a little there. It must have been a very small cabin." Not much bigger than the living room of his family's house.

She looked where he pointed. It wasn't to check out his conclusions. This was Dan's cabin, and the walls were where he said they were. It was to find out where he said they were.

"And, now, safe in our cabin," he concluded, "let's sit down." He sat down on the ground first and spread his legs. She sat down between the legs, with her back to him. He kissed her ear while holding her breasts. He started unbuttoning her blouse.

She would have been willing to have a petting session with the exploration an excuse. With the exploration real, she was eager for the petting session. Dan had let her into his life, where nobody else had been; she was only letting him into her blouse, where he had been before. It was an old blouse, chosen for a trip through rough country -- and she had prepared for rough country than he'd shown her. But when Dan took it off, he hung it over a bush instead of dropping it to the ground. She leaned forward but arched her back. He removed the bra and draped it over her blouse on the bush.

He kissed the side of her throat while cupping her breasts. The nipples sweetly firmed under his fingers. He shifted forwards a fraction of an inch. This allowed his erection to press into her back. She moved side to side to rub against it, but she spoke soon afterwards.

"Kiss." Having her neck kissed was all very well, but they couldn't share real kisses like this.

"Just a minute." He moved back and stripped off his t-shirt. He lay it on the ground behind her. He didn't want Melissa lying with her back on the grass. When he pulled her shoulder, she lay back on the t-shirt. Now, her head was on the bare ground, but there was nothing he could do about that.

The kiss was lovely, lip to lip, tongue to tongue, bare breast to bare chest. Since nobody had to bend over or stretch up, since they hadn't anything more to do today except go back, it went on and on. She felt his hand cup her left breast and stroke that nipple into life. He felt her nipple respond to his hand and her other nipple press against his chest. This was sweet, her mouth was sweet, but her breasts called for more than his hands.

He raised his head, hitched his seat down the grass a bit, and lowered his head again. The nipple felt firm between his lips. He smoothed his hand down her belly. He stroked her mound, tried to fit his fingers under the waistband of her jeans.

"Don't!" There wasn't room. He was squeezing her stomach. Should she loosen the jeans? Take them off? It would be a lot more revealing than sitting in his car with his hands under her skirt had been. Then she remembered the pair of panties she was wearing. All these questions were trying to fool herself. She'd chosen her panties for Dan to see. Her hands went to the waistband. "Get my tennies, will you? And socks." Grass stains on the heels of her socks would simply not do.

Clear what that request implied, he joyfully removed her shoes and socks. Would a shoe under her head protect it from the ground? Probably not in any way she'd appreciate. When she pushed her jeans down, he pulled them off one leg and then the other. He placed them under her butt as she arched. He looked at her lying there. She was beautiful, not only her face but her sweet breasts and slender legs. Of course, the most beautiful part was her mound in lace-covered panties with a few hairs peaking out of the leg holes.

"You are beautiful."

"I'm not." What she was was naked. Dan liked that much more than beauty. Most boys seemed to, not that she'd been anywhere close to this naked with another boy; but you heard things, and other girls told you things.

"Are too." He wasn't going to waste time arguing, though. Anyway, lovely as she was to the eyes, she hadn't taken off the jeans to give access to his eyes. He dropped back down and kissed her breast again. This time he leaned across her to suck on the far nipple. He felt the other one firming under his chest, but his attention was on his fingers and her thighs. He stroked up one thigh from as far down as he could reach until mid thigh. Then he stroked up the other one a little higher.

She gloried in the sensations from her breast and her legs. As his fingers went higher, so did her feelings. He was teasing her, maybe teasing himself. Both of them knew where those fingers were headed. The path there was so much pleasure that it was hard to believe -- although easy to remember -- that the pleasure of his arrival would be even greater.

When his fingers touched the crotch of her panties it was damp. Although her excitement was easy to see in the daylight, although it could be guessed from the firm nipple under his tongue, the confirmation excited him further. He cupped her entire mound, holding it through the lace-covered panties. Only his fingers moved on her for a minute. She pressed upward against his hand. He scraped the back of his fingernails over the crotch for a minute, tickling her lips through the cloth.

Then he slid a finger through the leg hole. He stroked the lip on that side, loving the feel of the crinkly hair, enjoying the moisture that seeped onto his finger. He changed breasts. He was sucking the nipple on her near breast when he was able to insinuate his finger between her lips. He found her clit.

Melissa spiraled higher and higher as the sensations from her breast and her loins reinforced each other. As Dan stroked her clitoris, her excitement peaked. Waves of fire washed through her to the rhythm from his finger and his suction. She pulsed; she throbbed. Then she fell limp.

Dan felt Melissa stiffen under his hand. He heard her gasp. Then she writhed, pressing her mound upward against his hand. When she dropped back, he knew any further touches would annoy her. This was where it had always ended, but here -- in the daylight where he could appreciate her beauty more, in the cabin where they were safe -- he wanted more. He wanted to see her total beauty. He wanted to continue. There were curious red spots on her face and breasts, but that didn't mar her beauty; it enhanced it. He didn't want her to cover up, even if that would lead to her taking care of him. For that matter, when she took care of him, why shouldn't he still see her breasts and her mound. That would be even more exciting.

Her body was lying on the ground when her spirit found it again. Dan was kneeling beside her, speaking to her.

"Melissa, let me." His hands were on the waist band of her panties. Did she want to? She loved him. He loved her, loved her so much he trusted her. She didn't quite let him, but she did raise her seat off the jeans. He took her panties down. Then he looked. "Oh, Melissa!" She felt a mess down there, but his face showed that he wasn't seeing a mess. His hand stroked between her legs again. There were no panties blocking him, and no teasing back-and-forth of his hand.

Dan couldn't get over how beautiful she was. He touched her thighs, brushing them with his fingers. He didn't want to block his sight, but he had to touch. Her lips felt even sweeter without the cramping panties. He used his fingers to spread them and took a look. He got one glimpse of her clit.

She felt totally exposed and scared to death. When he stared at her, she clamped her legs together. She was prepared to fight, not to argue -- she couldn't think of any arguments -- but to fight him physically. She wasn't prepared for his kiss. His hand remained on her mound; his fingers remained in her. Probably they were trapped there. When she relaxed her legs, though, he didn't move them. She relaxed her whole body, jaws last. When he licked her lips, she opened her mouth to his tongue. Except for his hand and her nakedness, it was a kiss like many they had shared. She held his head to prolong the kiss. Then his fingers moved.

He kept kissing her while his fingers stroked her. Exploring her mouth was delightful, and being held there seemed to symbolize her eagerness for his kiss, his attention. It also might symbolize that she didn't want him looking at her, and that was too bad. He desperately wanted to feast on her beauty. The daylight gave so much more than the car parked in the dark. On the other hand, he didn't want to force her. He wanted to be the one who protected her, not someone who exploited her.

She hugged him into the kiss as her excitement rose again. Then she dropped her hands to the ground. Her attention, sweet as the kiss was, focused totally on the warmth spreading through her. It turned to flame, and she was the flame, leaping up hungrily. Then the flame rose above her; she lay there as the ash from that flame.

When she let go, Dan raised his head. He'd wanted to see in her again, but this view was even more fascinating. The expression on her face was no longer happy. She looked distracted. Then she grimaced. He saw her entire torso stiffen. She raised her hips an inch off the ground. Then she undulated. The undulations passed over her body several times before she dropped back. When he looked at her face again, it was serene, almost sleepy. He kissed her forehead, kissed each breast, kissed her mouth. He removed his hand from her mound to brush the hair off her forehead. Then he kissed it again. When he drew back to look at her face, it looked frightened.

"What's wrong?" he asked. If she didn't want to stay naked when she took care of him, or didn't want to watch while she did, he wouldn't make her.

"I'm scared."

"What about?"

That, Melissa thought, was a good question. He hadn't hurt her. She loved him. But the next step was scary. But it shouldn't be. After all, they were adults. Each would bawl out anyone but a teacher who suggested that they were children. And teachers, who you couldn't bawl out, you punished in other ways. Despite their being adults, he had shared his childhood with her. Why should she be scared of sharing her adulthood with him? Still, she was scared.

"Everything."

Somehow, that answer suggested to Dan that they might actually do it -- that he might actually do it. That was a scary idea, but it was also a wonderful possibility. He drew his wallet out of his back pocket and fished the foil packet out of the secret compartment. He showed it to her.

"Does this make it less scary?"

"A little." Actually, she hadn't been thinking of pregnancy. Even so, she should have been scared of that, and now she didn't have to be. Still . . .

"We'll go slow." He wouldn't force her. What else that meant, Dan couldn't think. Even so, it seemed a good thing to tell her. And, going slow and not forcing her, he started with a kiss.

She'd always loved his kisses. She'd spent the first date thinking of the kiss at the end. This kiss, though, was scary. She thought she knew where it led. It didn't lead there immediately, however. It led to more kisses, over her face and back to her mouth, over her breasts to her nipples and back to her mouth. That was a long one with him exploring her mouth while his hand stroked her body.

Dan figured that she would be even more scared watching him undress. He kissed her while taking off his shoes. He scattered kisses all over her face while struggling out of his jeans. Then he left his shorts on while taking time to caress and kiss her breasts. He was ticking her thighs again when he finally broke the kiss to speak.

"Lift yourself a little." He had his jeans folded to put under her. If he was going to lie on her, she needed more protection from the grass. And she might bleed. He didn't know why, but his reading of sexy historical novels told him that virgins bled. Better on his jeans than on hers. He had a knife in his pocket to give himself a minor cut on the hand if there were blood to explain. He had stopped reporting minor cuts to his parents when they'd stopped putting the Band-Aids on for him.

She lifted her middle. She didn't think she needed the extra padding he slipped under her. Still, it was thoughtful of him. Dan was always thoughtful of her. She saw no more of him in his shorts than she had seen when they went swimming. (He sometimes had an erection then, too.) But the outline was threatening now in a way it hadn't been then. Then he pulled down his shorts. She'd handled him, seen him in the dark of the car when he was sitting down. It looked a lot larger now -- and threatening.

"May I?" Dan asked. He pulled gently at her leg, not forcing her but showing her what he wanted. Why resist, she had already decided, really. She spread her legs. He knelt between them. He fumbled with the packet, looked at the contents, then rolled the contraceptive on. He was taking an awfully long time, and she was getting scared all over again.

Dan waned desperately to really do it, to be in Melissa. He didn't know what to do next, despite having taken sex-ed. Where was that instinct which was supposed to take over? Melissa looked more frightened than eager, but she hadn't said no. He leaned over her, propping himself on his left hand. He spread her lips and managed to place himself between them.

"Say yes," he begged.

"Yes." What else could she say. She felt him press against her, not quite in the right place. Then he slipped down a bit and started going in. She tensed, but it didn't hurt.

After a moment of panic that he wouldn't go in, he pushed his cock down one more bit. He slid in. With only the head of his cock in her, he stopped to adjust his balance and watch her face. She still looked worried, but she didn't look like she was in pain. Then he went forward until she was around all of him.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"I suppose so."

"Did it hurt?"

"Hurt? no." It wasn't supposed to hurt. It was supposed to feel wonderful. And it didn't feel wonderful, either. But Dan was still concerned with her, and he looked as worried as she felt. She tried to smile at him.

Dan knew the difference between Melissa's brave smiles and her happy smiles, but he took the brave smile for permission. Anyway, he couldn't keep still any longer. Having promised to go slow, he withdrew slowly. Then he pushed in more rapidly. The smooth slide was more exciting than any sensation her hand -- much less his own -- had ever brought him. He stopped moving to rest on his elbows and hold her breasts. The shifting brought sensations of its own. He moved from side to side to enjoy those sensations.

"I love you," he said. This wasn't just the warm softness of a woman around him; it was Melissa.

"I love you, too." If the physical sensations weren't wonderful, she could enjoy the emotions. She was a woman; she was holding her man, and the man was Dan. She could tell how much effort he was putting in to holding back. And the physical sensations were getting better. The sideways swaying aroused some of the feelings that his finger had. When the inward and outward driving resumed, she raised her knees a little That felt more arousing.

Dan was in heaven. Every motion caressed him smoothly. The smoothness remained as he sped up. Then he drove into her and erupted. He'd never come that much or for that long.

Her view of his climax was intriguing. His face went from worried to agonized to angelic-little-boy innocent. And she felt him throb deep inside her, too. She missed him when he rolled away. She hadn't had her own climax, had come nowhere close. She had, however, shared Dan's in a special way. He'd let her into his boyhood, and she had seen his enjoyment -- enjoyment? he'd looked like he was being tortured -- of his climax.

"Thanks for showing me your cabin," she said. She got up to start dressing.

"Our cabin." He kissed her. "It's yours too." After all, however clumsily he'd done it, this was where she'd had her first sex. That must mean something to her. "It was your first time, wasn't it?"

"Yes. Didn't you? . . ." For God's sake. She had done more with him the past months than she had with any other boy ever, even before today.

"Well, it was my first time, too. It was our first time, your first time, and my first time. This is our space."

She realized that he hadn't doubted her. He might not be terribly smooth in choosing words, but he was a nice guy. And he was right about 'first time.' They would do this again. She knew girls who did and girls who didn't; she knew no girls who had stopped. Well, she wasn't going to stop, either.

"Are you all right?" he asked suddenly.

"Don't I look all right?"

"I'd just heard that a woman's first time can hurt."

She'd read that, too. But it hadn't hurt her. Dan was worrying about her, if a little late. She didn't really love him because he was considerate -- didn't really love him because of anything. But, when you loved someone, having him be considerate was a plus.

"I'll be better next time." He was already planning how do it more skillfully. For one thing, if he was going to come so quickly, she should be at the top of her arousal when he entered her. For another, he should carry two contraceptives. If he could start over now, he would last a long time. Some of the times he'd tried to bring himself off twice in a row, he'd taken so long he'd been afraid he'd never come at all.

Melissa could see that Dan was worrying about her. It wasn't really necessary; she had, after all, experienced two climaxes this afternoon. But he wanted it to be them. Suddenly, that wish seemed sweet.

"I love you," she said.

"And I love you."

"You didn't have this planned?"

"God, no!" He'd been clumsy enough. Certainly he would have planned something out better than he'd performed. Then he thought of the rubber. "The contraceptive? I've carried it for a long time. Boys do."

She believed him. Boys do the damnedest things. Carrying a condom just in case, carrying one to show other boys that they were really men, wasn't the weirdest thing they did. And, today, it had been needed. Would she have said no if he hadn't had it? Maybe. Maybe not; she hadn't thought of it. And, when he had thought of sex with her, he had thought of protecting her.

The kiss was sweet, more romantic than passionate, and then they left the cabin. They were both careful to go out the door.

The end
The Chimney
Uther Pendragon
nogardnePrethU@gmail.com
2010/05/13
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