Chapter 19
Monday morning, I awakened and found I was alone in bed, but the side Andy had been sleeping on was still warm. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I went downstairs to find her in the kitchen, making coffee and breakfast.
"Good morning." She smiled. "You got up too soon. Here I was planning to surprise you with coffee and breakfast in bed."
"Mmm." I murmured, pulling her into a quick hug. "Sorry, but I'm used to waking up early."
"Me too, now let me go, or you'll have burnt eggs for breakfast." She laughed after a few seconds. "We might think about getting some more wood inside today, just in case the hydro goes out like the phone did."
"Okay. If the power does go out, I'll have to move the generator down from the equipment shed. It'll supply enough power to keep the furnace and small appliances going in the house and still have enough for the well and the barn." I answered. 'There's no 220 volt power from the generator though, so we couldn't use the electric stove or the water heater."
"You've got a generator?"
"Yeah, it's on a trailer in the implement shed. It'll give us about a thousand watts at 110 volts." I explained. "When Uncle Silas rigged up the outside waterers, he had to think of a way to keep power on if the hydro went off and it was freezing, otherwise there'd be no way to water the stock."
"Wow, I'll bet Dad wishes he had one. I know if the power goes out, he sure worries about watering the animals."
"Yeah. Probably every farmer around here would like a generator to have just in case, but it's actually a big expense to have just sitting there. I think the only reason we've got one is that Uncle Silas bought it cheap at an auction." I looked out the window and sighed. "Actually, looking at this weather, I think I just might move the trailer over to the power pole and hook it up this morning as soon as the chores are done. That way if the power does go out, all we have to do is throw a switch to disconnect the hydro and connect the generator, then start the generator."
My glance out the window had been enough to show me that the wind had dropped a lot, but the snow was falling heavier than it had been before. I didn't like the looks of it at all. We were both quite quiet during breakfast, but as soon as I stood up to get the milk pail, Andy put the dishes in the sink, then began to dress to come help me do the chores.
"Why don't I do the milking and start the chores in the barn while you get the generator trailer moved down to the power pole?" She suggested. "If the power does go out, I really don't think you should be trying to do that in a hurry."
"Okay, but I'll carry the water down to the barn and the milk back." I agreed. "And, no heavy lifting, don't try to clean all the stalls, don't haul any bales, none of that, okay?"
"Dammit, I'm not helpless and I do know my physical limits." Andy snapped back.
"Okay." I sighed. "I'm just worried that if you hurt yourself, there isn't any way I can get help and I'm the world's worst doctor."
"Oh." She calmed down quickly. "You're right. I'll be really careful and watch out that I don't strain myself, okay?"
"Thanks." I smiled at her, then swung an arm over her shoulder to hug her gently to my side.
My gentle hug didn't seem to be enough, suddenly her head was buried against my chest and she hugged me tight.
"I am sorry." She sighed. "I wasn't thinking about both of us being in danger because of the weather. I was just assuming that you were being overprotective because of my miscarriage."
I didn't comment, because in fact I felt that I actually was being slightly overprotective, but at the same time I was feeling somewhat vulnerable to the constraints that the weather was forcing us to live under. One of the things that had come to mind was the death of Nettie Granger, and I certainly didn't want to say anything out loud about that. It took several moments before I thought of a way I could express my feelings without being too open about anything of that sort.
"Well, Missy, I can tell you that I plan on being extra careful myself because right now we're two people alone and defenceless against the elements. If we make a mistake, it could be our last one."
She just nodded and hugged me very hard for a minute, then stepped away and zipped her parka.
"I think we'd better get going. That cow will be looking for one of us." She sighed deeply. "Her udder will be full and since she's in a nice dry barn, she doesn't give a damn about the weather. She just wants to be milked."
"Yeah." I answered.
I finished doing up my parka and grabbing a pair of winter mittens. By the time I turned, she had the milk bucket half full of water in one hand, the bucket of skim milk for the sow in the other and she was going out the door, ignoring my protest about her carrying anything. I didn't want to have an argument with her; instead I watched her progress toward the barn as I went outside myself and saw that she wasn't having problems. I resigned myself to the fact that she probably knew her own limits, then carried on with my other plans and walked toward the equipment shed.
It was cold outside, but not as cold as it had been last night and the wind had certainly dropped. Instead it was snowing much more than it had been. The wind was still blowing the snow, but now it wasn't drifting nearly as badly as it had been the night before.
The farm yard had been swept almost clear of snow except for the latest fall; the only drifts were those that had formed in the lee of the buildings and solid objects. It wasn't until I was approaching the implement shed that I was forced to fight my way through deeper snow. In fact there was a three-foot high drift across the front of the building and in front of the main door. Luckily the main door rolled upward and the regular door opened inward.
It only took a moment to open the big door and then get the tractor started. While I waited for it to warm to operating temperature, I walked over to the generator trailer to check the oil and fuel levels. As I'd suspected, Uncle Silas had left them topped up and ready for emergency use. Checking that the battery levels were up, I moved to the control panel, flipped on the ignition switch and pressed the starter button. The little gasoline engine rattled into life and I grinned.
"Thanks, Uncle Silas." I whispered to myself.
Leaving the generator engine running to warm up and recharge it's battery from the startup, I moved back to the tractor and hopped onto the seat. It took a few minutes to plow the three-foot drift from in front of the building with the front end bucket of the tractor, then I backed into the building to little trailer, carefully lining up the hitch pin through the tractor cab's back window. Hopping down, I shut off the generator's engine, dropped the hitch pin in place between the tractor and trailer, then stowed the jack-wheel that had been holding up the hitch.
I had to stop as I tried to ease the trailer out of it's parking space because Fran's boxes of herbs were in the way. I had to shift some of them over a few feet to swing the trailer out of it's parking space. I glanced outside at the weather and had to chuckle about the idea that anyone would be coming to pick them up very soon.
"Sorry Fran, we were willing to help, but I suppose someone is going to run out of tea." I thought to myself as I moved the bulky boxes and I chuckled at the thought for some reason.
With the boxes out of the way, I towed the trailer out of the building, then into position near the main power pole and unhitched it, resetting the jack-wheel and blocking both trailer wheels so the trailer wouldn't accidentally be shifted. After that, all I had to do was plug the heavy three pronged power lead into the switch box and the generator was ready for use in case the hydro went off.
With that job done, I sighed in relief. I would have hated to have had to do that job late at night. Yet as I was getting back onto the tractor, I realised that I should have done the job the day before. That upset me a bit. How many more little jobs were there that I should be doing, but wasn't, simply because I'd forgotten them or really hadn't thought about them? Since I was so new to this farm, I didn't have the advantage of years of experience to draw on so that I could recall special tasks or unusual circumstances and it bothered me.
I took a few moments as I sat on the seat of the tractor and glanced around the farm yard, my mind flashing over each item or building that my gaze confronted. In each case, I paused for a few seconds, thought about what special treatment anything might need because of the weather, then passed on. The only things I could think of were regular chores, anything special seemed to have already been done and only needed to be rechecked for changes that might have been caused by the storm.
While I had the tractor out, I decided that I'd move some hay and straw bales to the cattle pens, and while I was there I checked to be sure they were all okay. A few of them were actually up and around, moving out to get feed and water. I chased them up to make sure each of them was able to get to its feet, then added a bit more bedding and checked both pens to make sure feed and water was still available.
When I was done checking the outside cattle, I used the tractor again to move a few straw bales just outside the barn door since I knew we'd need them for bedding inside of a few days. Then I moved a load of dry firewood from the old woodshed to the wood bin that opened into the back porch of the house. After that, I put the tractor away, plugged in its block heater and closed up the implement shed.
As I walked to the barn, I made up my mind that I was going to work out a methodical pattern to the repetitive jobs that needed to be done around the farm. That way, checking for problems would become a habit. This was my place now and I didn't want to make any more work for myself than I had to. More than that however, I didn't want to have to go back and do a job over because I'd forgotten to do some small task and by forgetting it, I'd created a problem.
I was in a thoughtful mood when I opened the barn door. Andy was finishing up feeding the animals, but the rest of the inside chores were done. I set about shifting the straw bales that I'd moved just outside the door into the barn, stacking them along the aisle.
"What about hay?" Andy asked. "Is there lots of it in the loft?"
"Yup." I answered shortly.
"Is there something wrong?" She asked.
"I don't know." I sighed as I stacked the last bale into position. "As I was moving the generator, I was realising that it should have been there and ready last night. I've never spent any time on this farm in the winter, so I was wondering if I've done all the things I need to do to keep the place operating smoothly."
"Oh for cripes sake!" She snapped shortly. "I was just thinking how well you look after this place. Look around you once, you don't fumble or fart around when you do any of the jobs you need to do. It's like you've been here forever."
"Well, you've got a different perspective than I do." I sighed. "Now, what else do we need to do in here?"
"Nothing. I've done it all." She grinned. "See, and I didn't hurt myself either. What more has to be done outside?"
"Nothing, everything out there is done too." I managed a smile.
Later when we were in the house and warming up over a coffee, I tried to explain to her why I worried that I'd forgotten something. I couldn't really explain it, but I knew there was something I'd wanted to be sure I did, and I knew that I hadn't done it. I explained that I'd started to have the feeling the day before and that it was worrying me.
She actually tried to help, asking me questions and making suggestions to try and clear my mind, but nothing seemed to leap out at me. Finally, we simply gave up trying to discover what was bothering me and we simply talked for a while.
The radio didn't have good news for us concerning the weather. It seemed that the weather system had stalled over us and was going to carry on pounding us with wind and snow for at least another day.
Before lunch I put on my winter clothes and went out to check everything, but couldn't see any problems. After lunch, I was feeling loggy, so I went upstairs and laid down for a short nap while Andy had another soak in the bath. I awakened briefly to find her snuggled at my side, so I simply wrapped her in my arms and dozed off again.
Our afternoon chores went as smoothly as they had the day before and once more we spent part of our evening sitting in the parlour quietly talking before we went to bed for the night.
We awoke on Tuesday morning to find that although the wind was still blowing, the snow was falling heavier than ever. In actual fact, the snow was building up faster than it was drifting away. In some ways that meant that chores were a lot harder to do than they had been.
Tuesday was one of those days when we had to simply keep slogging away at things to get done. Everything seemed to take longer and little things seemed to keep cropping up to slow us down. At least it wasn't as bitterly cold as it had been and that helped with some jobs; for instance the outdoor cattle all made the effort to get up and wander out to visit the feeders and waterers. Other than that little gem of good news, the whole day was boring and quite tiring for both of us.
That evening both Andy and I felt tired and uncommunicative. Both of us spent some time reading. Andy was reading a novel and I did some studying from a school text, but it wasn't long before both of us were yawning and feeling sleepy. We finally decided to simply go to bed. While neither of us was in a great mood, at least we weren't annoyed with each other and we fell asleep, gently cuddling together
Wednesday morning the blizzard was back with a vengeance, but now it had the added ammunition of the previous two days' snowfall to build higher drifts and cause more problems. To add to our problems the wind had changed direction. Now we not only had the old hard packed drifts to contend with, but we had a new fresh set of drifts building at almost ninety degrees to the first ones.
Our first real problem of the day was actually getting into the barn. The wind had formed a drift in front of the barn door and we had to shovel snow just to get inside so we could do the chores. Of course I had to get a shovel first and since the closest shovel was in the barn, that meant I had to get in by way of the back door, which also meant I had to go through two gates that were drifted in solid. I ended up climbing over the two fences, both ways.
At that point, I should have realised how the day was going to go. If anything, it went downhill from there as the day passed.
When I had picked up the shovel from inside the barn, I hadn't realised that it had been used to jam the door of the chicken pen closed. Andy had slipped the evening before and had broken the latch on the door, but hadn't thought to mention that it needed fixing. In her hurry to get done the chores, she had used the shovel to jam it closed. By the time I'd shovelled the snow away from the door and we'd gotten inside, several of the hens were out of their pen and investigating everything they could get into.
Before we'd caught all the chickens to put them back into their pen, then had repaired the latch on the pen door, the rest of the animals had been thoroughly disturbed. Of course Andy found that in the time we'd wasted chasing chickens, the water she'd planned to use to wash the cow's udder had gone cold. She decided she wanted to try it, but the cow wasn't at all happy, so Andy had to go back to the house to get more warm water.
While she was gone and I was cleaning the manure out of the pens, the sow got impatient with the time I was taking to feed her. Somehow she got her snout under her trough, tore it free of it's mounts and began flinging it around her pen with every toss of her head. How she got the trough free in the first place is still a mystery to me; it was made out of pieces of two by twelve planks, spiked together with four inch nails, then the whole unit had been spiked to the timbers of her pen with six inch spikes that had been clinched over on the outside of the two by four rails.
By throwing some ground grain on the opposite side of her pen to where the trough had been, I managed to get the trough away from her and dragged it back into place. Then I managed to fasten it down again while keeping her from savaging my leg by threatening to clobber her with the hammer each time she came close. As soon as that was done, I fed her to cut down on the commotion. After that I went back to mucking out the stalls. By then Andy had come back and gotten ready to start milking the cow.
I was just finishing feeding the two old horses and Andy was almost done milking the cow when a huge gust of wind rocked the barn and blew the front door open. Andy jumped, the cow kicked and the bucket, with almost the whole of the mornings milk, went into the gutter. Of course the old mare tried to turn and see what was going on, but when she turned, she shifted her whole body slightly. The problem was that I was between her and the old gelding, so I got squeezed, but good. I had to actually beat against the mare with my fist to get her to move back because I didn't have enough breath to speak, let alone enough shout at her.
I managed to stagger out from between the two horses, but I was more worried about Andy than myself because she was still sitting on the floor of the stall. It turned out that she was just annoyed, not hurt, and she was trying to calm herself so she wouldn't lose her temper. I finally caught my breath and went to close the door, only to find that the latch on it was broken now. That meant I had to find a piece of wood and make a temporary latch for that door as well.
When we got outside to check the outside cattle, we found that they were okay, but the bales of hay and straw that I had moved the day before were now in the wrong place because the wind had shifted. Now they were causing a drift that was swirling through the poles of the corral. Eventually it would have drifted right into the shelter where the feeder cattle were kept. My neat stack of bales all had to be moved in the high wind.
What with one thing and another, it was after twelve when we finally took a break and went into the house to warm up with a coffee and a hot sandwich.
The afternoon didn't go much better. Actually, we spent most of the day fighting the weather in one way or another. I don't think I've ever shovelled so much snow or worked outside for so long in such cold, miserable weather. I was worried about Andy, but I think she was in better shape than I was. By the time it got dark, we'd done the essential work, but we still had a lot of small things to do, however we simply had to give up due to a combination of lack of light and sheer exhaustion.
Although we were hungry, there was no way either of us felt like doing any cooking that night. Thankfully Andy had thrown a stew on to cook in the slow cooker that morning. After we'd eaten, I had a quick shower, then collapsed into bed and Andy was right behind me.
I wrapped her in my arms and fell asleep.
About three in the morning we were both awakened by the noisiest, most obnoxious alarm I've ever heard. My first thought was that we must have a house fire, but when I tried to turn on the bedside light, I realised that the hydro must have gone off. It seemed that Uncle Silas had rigged a battery powered alarm to warn him if that happened.
Of course I'd forgotten to bring a flashlight up to the bedroom, but I managed to find the stub of one of Lisa-Marie's candles on the bedside table and got it lit. Meanwhile I was explaining to Andy that I was sure it wasn't a fire alarm. Intead I had to go start the generator because the power was off. As I was pulling on my clothes, I saw a flashlight on Lisa-Marie's dresser, so I grabbed it as I hurried off downstairs.
When I got down to the kitchen, I found the big battery powered lantern and turned it on to get dressed in my outdoor gear. In only moments I was outside and headed toward the power pole, thanking my lucky stars that I'd moved the generator and set it up in daylight. The wind was simply howling and the snow hitting my face felt like buckshot. After only a few steps I realized that I could only see a few feet ahead of me. On top of that, without the yard light for orientation, the yard seemed like it was ten times as big as I remembered it being in the daylight.
I was well away from the house before I realised that I was in a whiteout and that I was orienting my steps from memory, not from sight. Thankfully I had the big battery-powered lantern to give some light and knew my way around the yard well, but I knew that if I wasn't careful I might become disoriented and become lost in my own yard. I almost paused and turned around to check myself, then I realised that if I turned back toward the house to check which direction I was moving, I might actually become muddled about my directions. That was an extremely sobering thought because I knew the danger of being lost in a snowstorm. As it was, I slowed my steps and moved more cautiously until I saw the shape of the generator trailer appear out of the drifting snow. That sight brought a huge sigh of relief.
It had actually taken only a few moments to get from the house to the main power pole in the middle of the farmyard, yet in some ways it felt like it had taken hours. I paused for a moment and leaned against that trailer, relishing its minimal shelter from the wind as I breathed deeply and tried to relax from the scare I'd given myself. In only the short walk to that damn power pole, my mind had gone over all the horror stories of men who had died by being lost in a whiteout; men had sometimes died while only walking a distance of a hundred feet between their house and their barn. If they had become lost and frozen to death in the cold and snow, then it could have happened to me.
I was feeling pretty damn thoughtful as I yanked the disconnect switch for the hydro, then was able to bend over in the shelter of the generator trailer and start up the little engine. Once that was warmed up a bit and was running steadily, I threw in the generator clutch, then sighed deeply as the yard light above my head flashed on. A glance in the direction of the house relaxed me even more; I could see a bit of a glow from the light on the front porch. After watching the gauges on the generator for a moment to make sure everything was okay, I trudged back to the house, moving much more confidently than I'd moved before and I realised that it was simply because I now had the glow of the lights to orient my path.
Once I was back inside, I stripped off my outdoor gear and headed back upstairs, pausing in the bathroom for a moment. Then I headed back to bed, knowing I needed more rest, but knowing that after the scare I'd given myself I might have a hard time getting back to sleep.
As I walked into the bedroom, Andy opened her eyes and smiled.
"I thought I'd leave the light on for you." She gestured toward the bedside light. "I thought after you'd gone to the trouble of . . ."
She sat up suddenly. "Hey, what's wrong, you look strange?" She demanded.
I flopped down on the bed and grabbed her hand.
"I just scared myself." I admitted. "Real badly."
"What happened?"
"Well, you've heard about people getting lost in a blizzard and freezing to death haven't you?"
"Well of course, heck Aunt Mattie could have died in the storm just the other day."
"Well, I could have too, just tonight. The wind and snow are so heavy that we're in a whiteout. I could have gotten lost and frozen to death out there, just trying to get to the generator."
"Oh damn! That is scary." Suddenly her arms were around me and she was hugging me tight.
I wasn't cold, but I was shaking from the reaction of my scare. Andy insisted that I get out of my cold clothes and into the bed, then she literally wrapped herself around me, squeezing me in a tight hug and seeming to try to have as much skin contact as possible. I admit I was holding her just as tightly as she held me for several minutes. Somehow we had shifted so that she was laying on top of me, her head on my shoulder, then suddenly she shifted and lifted her head to kiss me.
It was no gentle kiss. Her lips were almost bruising mine, then they opened and her tongue drove against my lips, forcing its way past them. She moaned as she pressed her tongue against my teeth until I opened my mouth, letting her tongue slip past, then her tongue drove into my mouth. Her body shifted and she was grinding it against mine. In seconds I had an erection and she had a target for her pelvis to grind against. I found myself kissing her as demandingly, my tongue warring with hers, my body grinding against hers just as fiercely as hers ground against mine.
Then somehow I came to my senses. I tried to pull away but couldn't. I broke the kiss by twisting me head, then grabbing her shoulders to lift her face from mine.
"Andy, we can't." I managed to gasp. "It would hurt you, remember? You were just in the hospital."
"Not an excuse." She panted. "The doctor said no sex for four or five days. That was Friday night, this is Thursday morning."
"But what about Lisa-Marie?" I gasped in desperation.
"She knows I want you and she knows that you want me too." Andy protested, her pelvis moving against mine as her body shifted above mine.
"Damn it! Calm down." I growled as I twisted my body so she was grinding her pelvis on my hip not my crotch.
She moaned in frustration, then suddenly was trying to get out of bed.
"Now what the hell are you doing?" I held her arms.
"I'm going to go sleep in another bed." She began to cry, but still struggled. "I thought you wanted me, but I guess you don't."
"Stop fighting." I growled. "I'm not letting you go."
"Then fuck me, dammit!" She spun around to face me again.
"Not until I get a chance to warn Lisa-Marie that I'm going to do it." I said, astounding myself as well as Andy.
"What?" She gasped, suddenly staring to at me.
"I do want to make love to you, but I won't do it without letting her know first." I managed to say, realising that I was speaking the truth.
"Why not? She already knows. She knew what could happen when she left us alone together." Andy protested.
"No, Lisa-Marie knew one of her other friends needed help. I'm sure she didn't just do it because she wanted us to screw each other." I argued.
"Oh come on!" She protested. "You heard the two of us when we were teasing you the other day, just before Aunt Mattie knocked on the door for help. She was saying she wanted two kids and I wanted three. Who did you think we meant to have father them?"
"I don't know for sure." I stared at her. "I thought you were just teasing though."
"Oh, you idiot! Men can be so damn dense." She managed a weak chuckle. "Do you remember what had happened that day?"
"Well, yeah. I guess." I looked at her strangely.
"I'm getting chilly." She slid back over top of me and pulled the covers up over us again as she snuggled at my side, then she smiled at me from inches away. "I'm sure you knew what we meant that day, but maybe you've forgotten. Do you want me to refresh your memory."
"That might be a good idea, I guess." I sighed, holding her gently.
"Well, it started out with us all in bed and we got you turned on, but you had to go to the bathroom. Lisa-Marie and I got to talking and she was teasing me about blow-jobs, because I admitted I'd never done one. She got me so angry that I told her when you came back, I was going to give you one, so she said she'd give me pointers if I did." She grinned. "The problem was that you went and jacked off while you were in the bathroom."
"You were actually going to give me a blow-job?" I stared at her. "While Lisa-Marie was there?"
"Unh huh." Andy nodded, still grinning. "But, you screwed yourself out of that by jacking off."
"Shit!" I said flatly and she giggled.
"Anyway, you got dressed and went downstairs, but as Lisa-Marie and I were talking, we decided that we'd get you anyway. What we planned on doing was dumping water down your pants so you'd have to change. Then while your pants were down, we were going to get you hard and give you one anyway." Then she snickered and blushed. "Only it was Willy in the back porch, not you."
"Yeah, I remember that quite well."
"Oh shut up." She laughed, then her face sobered. "What you didn't know was that it affected both Lisa-Marie and I a lot. Actually I think both of us were turned on when Willy saw us almost naked, maybe because we were already thinking about sex and stuff."
"So, what happened then?" I asked because she had paused.
"Well, when we ran back upstairs, we both dove into the bed, giggling like kids and holding onto each other. Then we were suddenly hugging tightly and . . . well, that's when we each realised that the other one was . . . excited."She blushed even brighter, then fell silent.
"And?"
"Oh God. We giggled and teased each other a bit, then we sort of played around a bit." She giggled, then hid her head against my chest.
"Yeah, you told me something about that later." I grinned. "You asked me if I knew Lisa-Marie liked women and I thought then that the corollary was that you must have enjoyed it too."
"Oh I did, but when she played around and touched me too much, it hurt because I clenched up . . . inside." Andy sighed. "That's when she decided that we should wait a bit like the doctor had warned me, but it led to us talking about our feelings and I admitted that I liked both of you a lot. I guess she already knew that though, because she just smiled and hugged me tight, then told me she felt the same way about me and she thought you did too."
She sat up slightly and smiled at me. "Then later, when all of us were in the kitchen, we were talking about Lisa-Marie wanting two kids and me wanting three to ride on your horse, she admitted she loved me and I told her I loved you both. After that you started talking about what the neighbours would think, then both Lisa-Marie and I were arguing about who was going to get the worst of the rumours when we both showed up in town with your kids in tow. I know you knew then how Lisa-Marie and I felt then too, because of the way your face looked when I told you that since I'm going to have the name, I might as well have the game."
"Do you remember everything, word for word?" I grinned at her.
"Sometimes." She giggled. "Especially when it's important. I remember that you said 'I guess if she's taking you as a lover, I have to accept you, don't I?' That was just before all hell broke loose, don't you remember?"
"I guess so." I grinned at her, then pulled her across me and kissed her on the nose. "But, I still think sex should wait a while."
"Why?" She demanded as she pulled back against my arms and stared into my eyes.
"Because I don't want you to take any chances on injuring that part of you. You want kids too much to take a chance with that."
"If I was okay and if Lisa-Marie was here, would you? In other words, do you want me?"
"You know the answer to that." I sighed. "The bigger problem for me is that Lisa-Marie would forgive me if I made love to you, but I'm still screwed up and I don't know if I could."
"Unh, to be honest, she told me she thinks it's inevitable." Andy murmured.
"Yeah, she said something along those lines to me." I agreed as I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. "But to be honest, I'm thoroughly confused. I want you, but I don't want to screw up my relationship with her and she hasn't helped any by the things she's done."
"Oh boy, do I know about that." Andy sighed deeply. 'I love her, but she drives me nuts."
"Me too!" I laughed. "She always has. In fact her changeability is part of why I love her."
"Mmm, you're a sucker for punishment." She chuckled. "But then since I'm still here, it looks like I am too."
"Hell, you've been going along with her hair brain schemes and teasing hell out of me." I snorted. "Then there was that bit about the kids and the old mare the other day in the barn, you can't blame that on Lisa-Marie."
"Oh, yeah." She giggled. "It was pretty subtle, but I suppose that was a bit naughty, wasn't it?"
"A bit naughty? You were teasing the heck out of me." I laughed.
"Umm. I suppose, but I could be a lot naughtier." She sighed. "What would you do if I did this?"
She shoved the covers back down to her waist, then her hand disappeared under them and I watched the blankets begin to flex up and down. I forced my eyes away, then glanced at her face. Her eyes were almost closed and she smiled softly, then the tip of her tongue slipped along her partially open lips. Her free hand reached out and grabbed mine, drawing it to one of her breasts.
"Andy, this isn't smart." I managed to mumble.
"Please, kiss me." She whispered.
Then she reached out and pulled my body toward her, suddenly her arms were around my back and her upper body was pressed against mine. Her lips found mine too.
As she kissed me, I reached a point where I gave in and kissed her back. Now as her tongue drove into my mouth, mine teased and fought with hers, demanding equal time. My hands roamed over her delightful body as she explored mine, both of us touching in a way neither of us had dared to do before; now we were touching and caressing as lovers, not as friends.
Some semblance of sanity prevailed and I rolled onto my back, pulling her body above mine and I grasped her shoulders to lift her and break the kiss.
"Just in case you aren't really healed and ready, you need to be on top." I gasped. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You wouldn't, but if you want me on top, I can do that." She sighed, then she grinned. "Oh boy, can I do that."
She shifted and moved, rolling her body from side to side as her knees slid upward along my body. Then she bent at the waist and she kissed me again as her sex ground against mine. I let my hands roam, feeling her readiness, her desire. One of my hands held her tightly against me as the fingers of the other hand slid over the rounded flesh of her rump, then down between her wide spread thighs to explore the petals of her moist sex. She arched her back, pressing down and along my erection, sliding her pussy back and forth. She was so wet and ready that she was dribbling, but it was a moment before she shifted and moved up along my body until her pussy lips were right at the tip of my erection.
"Guide it, please." She whispered. "I want you to start it inside."
I used two fingers to open her flesh slightly, then rolled my pelvis away, moving my hard shaft, sliding it past her moist flesh. Then I relaxed my pelvis to a more normal position and slowly entered her warm wet opening. Both of us sighed softly, then she pressed down and back a bit before she hesitated.
"Do that thing with your hips again." She sighed as she lifted her head and looked at me almost timidly.
As I repeated the motion with my hips, she pressed back slightly, her body following as my cock pulled away. Then she held her position and moaned softly as my pelvis rolled back and my erection slid inward. I gained slightly, but not much. Her face broke into a smile.
"That works." She whispered.
"You like?"
"Unh huh. Do it again and again." She demanded. "But, just a little at a time. Slow and easy, okay?"
It must have taken ten or fifteen minutes before I was deep inside her. In that position I simply couldn't go any deeper, but now I was rolling my pelvis as far as it would go and she was rocking back and forth, pressing herself against me at the end of each stroke. She lifted her head and grinned at me.
"Could you hold still for a minute, please?" She asked as she slowly pushed her body vertical. "I want to try to go as far as I can, but . . ."
"It's okay." I smiled up at her, letting my hands slide to her breasts.
"Oh, don't squeeze my nipples now. It'd get me too excited and might make me move too hard. I want to be certain I can take everything without hurting before I do that. Okay?" She said quietly.
"Okay." I answered, shifting my hands to hold her body by her hips instead.
She lifted, then slipped downward and ground herself against me.
"Lift your hips like before and let me do it again." She murmured.
Suddenly I was bottoming out inside her as she ground her pelvis against mine.
"It doesn't hurt at all." She broke into a great big grin. "So I have a question for you; wanna fuck?"
I just grinned back and lifted my hands to her breasts. Her nipples were swollen into tight bulging cones that took up the whole of her areola and as I squeezed them with my finger tips she went wild. I didn't dare do anything because she was moving so wildly, literally trying to drive my pelvis through the bed.
She was so wild and so desirable that I knew I couldn't last. I moved my hands to her hips, hoping to slow her movements, but it was too late. She screamed and ground herself against me even harder than before as I felt her orgasm. An instant later I was following her lead, my sperm spraying inside her as her body spasmed and fluttered internally. A moment later I was barely able to find enough energy to slide my hands up along her rib cage and catch her as she slowly collapsed against me.
I held her tightly, cuddling her body against mine and stroking my hands over her back as she calmed. Finally she lifted her head and smiled at me.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"I didn't do much." I grinned. "You went crazy."
"Mmm, I know." She purred. "Oops, gotta go."
She suddenly pushed herself upright and slipped out of the bed, then ran to the bathroom. I wondered if something was wrong, but decided that she was simply uncomfortable with the idea of leaving a wet spot in the bed. I lay there quietly, listening to the wind howl as I waited for her to return. I must have dozed off; I didn't even feel her come back and lay down at my side.