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FLIGHTS OF FANCY
by Uther Pendragon
Part 2
"Now, sweetheart, I'm old, but I'm not that old yet. Leslie has
a lot of time before her lover can only get it up weakly weekly.
And before that she'll be experienced enough to know that men and
women can satisfy each other even when their needs are on
different schedules. Long before that time..."
Limited Prelude
Instead of standing around a barn frightened of every
car that drives past, Leslie will have become accustomed
to lying beside Rick in the same bed all night. Her
only fears will have been of odd sounds in the night.
These old frame farmhouses groan and squeak in ways that
the new tract houses don't. She will have found that
she could wake Rick to look for intruders, and she will
have finally learned to ignore those noises.
She will have learned that lying beside Rick has other
comforts as well, while it won't have been half so
*active* a pleasure as lying on top of Rick or even
lying under him.
She'll have been held in his arms while they both go to
sleep. She'll have lain there while they talk quietly,
and while they trade kisses and hugs and gentle petting.
Sometimes they will have gone to sleep after that, and
sometimes his kisses and caresses will have excited her
until she can't stand the tension, and then the tension
will have doubled. He'll have led her over the edge
again and again.
Sometimes, after that, he will have entered her, and
possessed her, and taken her up the mountain again, and
followed her explosion with his own. Sometimes, though,
a restful cuddle and a quiet sleep will have followed
her culmination. So, long before Leslie will have any
reason to worry about Rick's lust fading to a once-a-
week affair, she'll have learned that Rick desires her
pleasure as much as he desires his own. She'll have
understood that Rick's desire can incite hers, but
needn't circumscribe it.
And she'll have had the opportunity, but never the
requirement, to find whether she enjoys Rick's desire
when it exceeds her own. Sometimes, at least, she'll
have been tempted to play with Rick's erection, taking
it into her hand when she didn't want it in her vagina.
Curiosity, if nothing else, will have led her to watch
while she brings him to tension, and culmination. And
then she'll have learned how messy Rick can be when she
takes him in hand.
"And what if I want to take him in my mouth, instead?" she asked.
He felt his loins lurch at that question. He suspected that this
was precisely what she had intended.
"That can also be arranged. What you want in the way of
eroticism for the two of us will always be able to be arranged.
Because we'll be free, and the law won't be able to intrude."
"The law won't, but my parents will."
"All too true," he admitted. "Which is why we'll have to keep a
low profile for a while longer. But what threatens us after you
turn seventeen is a scandal. I *don't* want your senior year
marred by that; I *do* want your parents' presence, if not their
full enthusiasm, at our wedding."
"And who said that I would marry you?"
"You did, actually. But go ahead and play hard-to-get. I
pursued you in the field this noon, and I'll pursue you again and
again...."
Limited Flight
For Rick will continue to pursue his love and chase his
love and court his love, however often she flees. And
he'll find that time is on his side.
First, she'll blow out seventeen candles; and his
pursuit will become legal. Then he'll be able to entice
her as well as simply chasing her. He'll find ways to
make Leslie enjoy being caught, ways that are even more
fun than being petted or kissed.
Then she'll graduate a year later, and his pursuit will
become overt. He'll still entice her with pleasures
that nobody else should know that they share, but he'll
also be able to attract her with lures which the
community can see. Baubles like an engagement ring,
posies not from his field but from a flower shop, many
are the apples that Rick will drop before his Atalanta.
But, then, it won't be a single race.
He'll expect his ring on her finger to slow Leslie's
flights, weighing her down with the burden of her
acceptance. And he'll scheme to add a second ring to
that. Then we'll see where Leslie can flee to, once she
is wed. In the depth of winter, he'll be able to catch
her by merely rolling over in bed.
Then, their bodies almost the only sources of heat in
the bedroom two flights above the laboring furnace,
he'll search for her under the down comforter. Blind in
the night, he'll grope until his hands find a warmth.
Then he'll breathe on that warmth as one does a spark.
When it catches fire, he'll delve within the center of
the warmth until he finds the heat which is its source.
He'll add his friction until that heat strikes fire, and
until that fire is matched by his own. Then, as the
fires fade to embers, he'll hold his love tight to keep
them warm.
But, even then, he'll understand that possession is
transient. Even then, he'll know that the thaw is
coming.
First when the weather begins to warm, when the mares
are mated again, Rick and Leslie will go together like
responsible stock owners, and watch their mares being
bred. And from the hayloft, those responsible owners
will watch the stallion drive into the mare. No one in
the whole world will guess that those watchers are
imitating the horses. No one will have the slightest
suspicion that when Leslie leans out the window of the
hayloft dressed in a decent shirt, Rick will be behind
her. He will nuzzle her and stroke her when the
stallion pursues the mare; when the stallion nips the
mare, Rick will nip Leslie. But, perhaps, he will only
use his lips since he'll be in a much more delicate
place. He will press against her when the stallion
rises above the mare, and he will thrust into Leslie at
the very moment that the stallion drives into the mare.
Unlike the stallion, however, Rick will have the use of
hands. He will clasp every bit of his love, under the
shirt and along her neck, on her hips and between her
legs. Unlike the stallion, Rick will not be content
with his Leslie's acquiescence. With both hands, he
will seek her excitement, and then her passion. He will
drive into her while she is warm and open to him, but he
won't stroke within her until she is quivering in
anticipation and matching his strokes. He will stroke
her inside and out until he has caught her passion and
then her culmination.
Only then, while she is clutching him within herself,
will he drive mindlessly in and out of her clasping
tunnel until his passion captures him, and then pours
out into her.
When spring turns so hot that even the mornings are
warm, in those warm mornings, before he needs to be at
work or she needs to be at her college classes, she'll
be free to flee him again. If she runs across their
fields, he'll have no choice but pursuit. Then he'll
have to catch her and tickle her until she falls down.
Holding her on the ground, he'll need to stop her mouth
with his until she hasn't the breath to escape. He'll
have to capture every bit of her, holding every inch of
her surface with his hands -- and then with his mouth.
He'll need to spread her legs so wide she couldn't run,
and interpose his own to keep them apart. He'll find a
rivet to bind her to the ground, and then he'll just
drive that rivet into her and drive it into her while
she writhes there on the ground. Then he'll fill her
with another weight beyond the rings, emptying the fluid
which will weigh him down more and more fully as he
glimpses her bewitching butt flick before him in her run
across the dark fields. Finally, pinned in her center,
filled with his ballast, and held by his weight, she'll
lie quiet while he rests on top of her until the rising
sun threatens to reveal them to their neighbors.
And when the summer really arrives, when the sun owns
the sky and the nights are the shortest, he will entice
her out to the fields at the time of the late sunset.
There, they will watch while the sun sinks slowly. And,
Rick will try to kiss Leslie to a glow matching the glow
of the sky. Then his desire will rise as the sunset
glow sinks, and he will catch her up, and strive with
her, and lay her down, and dig within her, until he has
captured her spirit and filled her with his own.
And then winter will come back around, and Rick will
trap Leslie once again between her hot spouse and their
cold room.
"So, you see, dearest," Rick continued in a calmer voice, "I
don't fear having to pursue you and woo you. I look forward to
it."
"A very riveting description," she said. He groaned. "It's
really your fault, you know. I thought that they were called
screws."
"The difference between a lit'ry metaphor and a trite vulgarity,"
he said. "Besides, the motion is more in-and-out than around in
circles."
"I'm not sure that I understand. Perhaps you could demonstrate."
"All in good time, dearest. All in good time."
"You keep saying that." She was pouting, but the grin came
through. They had a kiss before he turned her so that her hips
were pressed against his thigh, her head rested under his chin,
and her breast was in his hand.
"But time is what we have, dearest. Time is what you bring to
this partnership. Time and freshness and beauty. But the
freshness and beauty are mostly for my enjoyment; time is your
dowry for *us*. Your youth limits us, and threatens us if we
reveal our love. But your youth allows us such a long future."
"For children, you mean?"
"For children... for everything."
"I'm not sure that I want to wait for everything," she said, "or
even for children. Babies are so cuddly. But, I'll admit, I'm
not ready to be at the beck and call of anyone right now --
however cuddly."
"That's the gift that your youth brings," he said. "We want so
much, lots of it incompatible. We can have so much of it, just
not at the same time. We'll have cuddly babies, and squalling
brats, and teenagers for us to worry about, just as your parents
worry about you. For that matter, we'll worry about a boy as my
parents worried about me. But we won't have them all at the same
time. And, with the time that your youth gives us, we'll have
other things first."
"And, that way, I get to hold these lovely, firm, breasts; and
you get the larger breasts you keep wishing you had. For that
will come with children. But, first, we'll have a time for
ourselves. After the world lets us be two together, we'll have
some time to enjoy our twoness before we add a third. By
then...."
Omniscient Prelude
Rick and Leslie will have learned to be a family. You
can learn from others how to build a house out of
bricks, because those others are using bricks identical
to yours. You can't learn from them how to build a home
out of two people, because the people who have done that
have used materials different from yours.
And that applies, to a lesser extent, to the making of a
sexual couple. Oh, Rick has some experience with women,
and he has some books that tell him the general rules.
But he will have spent a lot of time and attention
learning just what makes *Leslie* tick. And, more to
the point, what makes Leslie gasp, or moan, or scream.
He'll have explored her body very carefully, seeing
which parts react to his fingers, which to his lips, and
which to his tongue. And he'll have tried a few other
caresses as well, and combinations of caresses. He'll
have enjoyed himself physically, never doubt that; but
he'll have enjoyed the finer, longer-lasting pleasure
which comes from experiencing the passion of one's
beloved.
And Leslie will have experienced the intensity of
physical joy that can only come when one's attention
to the sensations is not distracted by having to provide
the frictions oneself. And she'll have experienced the
subtler pleasures of knowing that one's pleasure is also
pleasure for one's lover, the doubling of joy that comes
from knowing that this joy, in and of itself, causes joy
in another.
Orgasm is a wonderful country to visit, but she will
have found that returning from there is far better when
it is truly coming home. She will have come home into
the arms of one who loves her, and will have enjoyed
that far more than she enjoyed coming back to a lonely
bed.
Leslie will have done some exploring of her own. She'll
find out what Rick especially likes to have her touch,
she'll have found that Rick's cock can stand quite a bit
more pressure than one would think at first, and his
balls quite a bit less. She'll have found which hugs
Rick finds comforting after a long day designing parts
by CAD, and which hugs arouse him to immediate desire
for intercourse.
But that exploration will have been only the beginning.
They will have sought the times and moods that each of
them bring to love play. They will have each learned
the effect of the clock and the calendar on the other
and on them both.
Rick will have learned to use hands and tongue and
phallus to bring Leslie to an immediate explosion.
Leslie will have learned that bringing Rick to an
explosion is no terribly great accomplishment.
They will have experimented with long sessions, teasing,
tasting. Rick will have held Leslie in his arms while
kissing her face, neck, shoulders, back. He will have
spent an hour bringing her to warmth and desire before
his kisses will have strayed to her mouth, let alone to
her breasts. He will have feasted on those breasts
until his Leslie tells him that the stimulation has
passed from pleasure into pain. He will have played
with her inner folds until she tenses with her desire,
and will have petted her down to a warm glow again. He
will have repeated that until she burns from the fire of
her lust.
Then, only then, will he have brought her over. And his
tongue will have continued the stimulation until she
lies quite replete.
They will have tested Leslie that way time and again,
until Leslie will have decided, and told Rick, whether
she prefers such love to be followed by sleep in his
arms or quiet, slow, sweet intercourse. For, by that
time, she will have experienced many examples of each.
Or, just perhaps, she will have decided that she prefers
Rick to follow such a slow seduction with an instant
virtual rape. More than once, Rick will have spread her
legs as soon as she falls back in her repletion and
pressed her into the mattress with his weight. Having
thrust his cock deep within her, he'll have grasped her
hips and pulled her against him as he drives in and out
until he, too will have exploded. He'll have poured his
lust and his love and his seed into her and rested on
her until they both will have had time to recover.
Perhaps Leslie will have chosen one of those as her
preferred ending; perhaps she will have decided that
each option fits a particular mood.
Leslie will have held Rick in her arms. She'll have
held him more intimately, as well. She'll have lain
down, and stood up too, while he thrusts into her.
She'll have fitted herself around him as she squatted
above his supine form, impaling herself on the one
verticality standing out from all that horizontality.
There, she will have controlled the action. It won't
have been merely that Rick will have wanted to please
her and will have conformed his actions to her
responses. In these times, Leslie will have been in
direct control. She will have rubbed her soft mortar
around Rick's stiff pestle until he, she, or both are
ground to a powder of passion.
She'll have experienced their love as a partnership in
the long run. But each of them will have reigned at one
time or another.
She will have searched for an intimacy much gentler, but
even more erotic. Rick will have held her in his arms,
much like this but without the clothes. But she will
have held him much more intimately yet. And he will
have moved his hardness through her softness only enough
to keep that hardness. And they will have talked and
petted that way for hours. From that Leslie will have
learned, learned in a way that words cannot teach, that
she is Rick's and that Rick is hers.
And the same faint motions, the same long hugs, while
she lies on Rick and holds him inside her, will have
taught her that the union of their organs is the center
and symbol of the union of their lives. They won't have
merely come together to ease their desires, although
they'll have done that many times. They will have come
together to express that they are indeed one,
permanently.
And Leslie will have sat on his lap and taken him inside
her. She will have held him in her arms and been held
in his both at the same time. There, neither will have
controlled their motions. Joined and jointly, they will
have mutually sought their mutual pleasure.
Nor is Leslie the only one who will have learned from
that. Rick's mind and body will finally have learned
what his heart told him soon after they met. He'll
finally accept that Leslie is the other part of him,
that part that can't be severed from him by anything but
death.
"Which," she said, "will probably come from starvation before any
of this takes place." He looked at his watch; it was nearly two.
Leslie might eat like a bird, but she preferred to do so
regularly.
"I had spaghetti last night," he said. "Want me to heat it up
for us?"
"How you can eat the same stuff for dinner and the next day's
lunch...."
He decided not to mention his breakfast. She also had a
prejudice against cold spaghetti. He went to start the warming
while she said goodbye to the mares. All his stock were female
except for Daphne's colt and Delilah's yearling.
"Well, dearest," he said when she came in, "you can cook for the
family when we are a family. You can choose the menus and see
that we never eat the same meal twice in a month. Though how you
will deal with vegetables, let alone leftovers, I can't imagine."
He sliced some lettuce from the head for each of them. "There
are left-over limas as well." Damn! He should have warmed them,
too.
"I should have paid more attention in Home Ec. I can tell you're
not a strong believer in balanced meals. Anyway, I'll pass on
the lima beans."
They had a nice kiss before sitting down to the meal. Not that
he hadn't enjoyed kissing her in her coat, but she was definitely
sexier when he could feel her shape.
While they ate, she told about the homework that she had done the
previous night and that morning. This had become something of a
ritual for them. In the three years between the death of his
parents and the beginning of her sharing his Saturday lunches, he
had grown unused to talking during meals, and it gave her one
more motivation for doing a big chunk of her homework before
coming over to visit. He didn't want these Saturdays to drag her
grades down, partly because her learning was important to him,
mostly because her parents were quite likely to tell her that she
couldn't go see Rick's horses until her grades improved.
Besides that, the schoolwork which she found "boooooring" was the
only part of her non-erotic life which he found of any interest
at all. The spats and reconciliations that decorated her
friendships were too petty to interest even so dedicated a
partisan as himself. He tried to pay attention to the
distinctions she made in styles, but it was an area in which he
was too ignorant to learn. He divided the clothes worn by girls
into concealing and revealing, a classification he wasn't stupid
enough to share with her, especially since he preferred her in
the concealing and her classmates in the revealing mode.
The spaghetti was much depleted when he put it away. After
dessert, they settled down in the back parlor for a nice snuggle.
Half an hour into kissing her, he broke to lick her ear. She
wiggled away.
She went off for a pit stop. "Now, be nice," she said. "No
tickling or I won't sit on your lap."
He shifted chairs and crossed his heart. When he did cuddle her,
he found that she wasn't wearing a bra. Holding a sweet, firm
breast in his hand, he felt himself hardening against her. The
nipple was poking out, too. This was fun, but he didn't want to
go much further today. They had four months to go.
As they kissed, he felt his resolve weaken. Time for a
distraction. "You know, I can't handle many more mares than the
ones I have now if I'm going to keep putting in forty-nine hours
a week doing CAD."
"I'll help."
"Well, you help already. Any more time with Daffodil before you
live here is going to cut into your time with Rick. You might
not mind...."
"Oh yes I would."
"But I certainly would. On the other hand the future is open, so
long as we don't cut it off ourselves."
"Somehow," she said, "when *I* think of our future together, the
first thing that *I* think about isn't how we can increase your
remuda."
"Well, that isn't the first thing which pops into my mind,
either. Except for acquiring a particular filly."
"Can't see why," she said. "You don't want to ride her."
"Leg gone to sleep?"
"No. Why?"
"Because if your thigh weren't asleep, you'd know that I *want*
to ride that filly. It's just that riding her too soon causes
problems which might prevent my riding her for a long time. You
know enough about the ways of horses to see that. Look at what
they do to thoroughbreds."
"I wouldn't have that problem," she said.
"You'd have others. We'd have others. You don't risk the long
term for the short term -- not when you can see the long term
clearly. Leslie and Rick have such a marvelous future, if they
can reach it...."
Omniscient Flight
From the beginning, Leslie will run the household,
except for repairs. She'll learn on the job, but she'll
already know more than Rick, to damn with faint praise.
In the beginning, Rick'll run everything else. He's
done all of that already, the finances, the horses, the
time schedule. They'll care for the horses in the
morning. He'll go off to sit at a computer all day;
she'll go off to college classes. When they get home,
though, it will be time to take care of themselves.
As Leslie learns more at SUNY, as running the household
changes from an adventure to a rut, she'll take over
more control of other areas. Maybe the business side of
the horses second, maybe the family finances.
The first area in which she'll exercise more power,
however, will be the bedroom. Because they will start
off with Rick knowing a hell of a lot more about sex
than Leslie will, but they will work hard to increase
her experience.
When day is done, with their chores finished, they will
lie in bed together, and Rick will pet his love until
her desire warms her completely. Then he will move
above her and inside her and she will welcome him with
hugging arms and open legs. He will stroke within her
until they both catch fire; and then he will pour out
enough liquid to put that fire out. Afterwards they
will cuddle together in their joint warmth, going to
sleep in the glow of their love.
When evening mucking-out is done, they will feel the
need for a shower before bed. And when, in the
interests of efficiency, they take that shower together,
they will find all sorts of ways to help each other.
Leslie will scrub Rick's back, and he will scrub hers
but will be more interested in scrubbing her front. And
when both of them are clean all over, when each has
dried the other, they will tumble into bed without
patience for the long preparation. Their hands will be
everywhere on the other until Leslie spreads her legs
wide to accommodate Rick and he pounds her into the
mattress until they both explode.
Not that they need get the bedclothes wet. When they
are playing together in the shower, Leslie will
sometimes want Rick then and there. She will merely
turn her back and pull his cock into her cunt. Then
Rick will bend his knees to enter her, and drive in her
until he erupts. The water, if it isn't freezing by
then, will make cleaning up much easier.
But nobody but the horses will be holding them to a
schedule. When they both get home after their hectic
days, they won't need to wait for bedtime. Besides, the
house won't really be their home as a couple until they
have initiated each room.
The kitchen counter is a nice height; Leslie will be
able to sit on it and lean back while Rick drives into
her again and again, tells her of his love, and
ejaculates proof of that love. That, too, will be
easier to clean up than the sheets. And whenever Leslie
cooks there afterwards, she will remember how she felt
with Rick inside her. She will remember, too, what Rick
said and did, if not quite how he felt. His groans as
he comes into her will be enough to hint how desirable
and sexy he finds her.
Of course, there is no law restricting them to one time
or one way in a single room. The sofa will suggest a
bed so strongly that they will be tempted to use it as
such, but this chair will suggest another posture. The
front parlor will be a challenge. They will strive for
the first pleasure that has been enjoyed in that room
since Great Grandfather Wilcox was laid out there and
his enemies came to the wake.
Rick will, however, rise to that challenge. Leslie will
engulf his erection while he sits in this very chair.
That done, Rick will be able to stand and carry her
impaled into the stuffiness next door. Leaning back
from him against the wall, she can thrust herself
forward to meet his thrusts until they spend and
collapse.
And there will be all those rooms upstairs with beds.
They will find some of those beds high enough that
Leslie will kneel on them while Rick will stand on the
floor and pierce her from behind.
You don't roll around on a feather bed, so Leslie will
sink into one while Rick will sink into her. Slowly,
lingeringly, he will move in her while petting her
everywhere. They will have time to climb that mountain
together. When they fall off, they will land on
feathers and rest there for a night.
All of this, all the sneaking into fields in the dark
and, will be fun in and of itself. The *purpose*,
however, is informative. At first, Rick will say,
"let's try this."
Soon, Leslie will say, "I really feel like doing that."
When they know each other better, she often won't say
one word. Instead she will think of some posture, some
place, some tempo, that they have done before. She will
think to herself that this is what she wants on that
particular day. And she will entice Rick into that
place or that pace. Rick will be very easy to entice.
Perhaps Leslie will even think up positions before Rick
does.
And so, when Leslie has her degree and they can see
their way free to support a child, when they know each
other and their patterns, they will choose a solemn time
to discard their precautions. They will kiss longer and
play less than they did in the past. Leslie will lie on
her back, whatever their preferences on other days.
Rick will ensure that Leslie is at the height of her
desire before he enters her, and she will stimulate him
as well. Then, stroking boldly in his love until he
explodes, Rick will plant a seed that will bloom in
Leslie. And they will lie quietly after the planting is
done to allow the seed all the time it needs to take
root. And they will repeat that until Leslie conceives.
When she is well and truly with child, Leslie will have
different hormones raging inside her than the ones which
do now. But she will know a hundred shades of intimacy
with Rick already. She will have discussed them and
chosen among them. So, as her desires change, she will
have a palette from which she can select what she wants
most on any particular day.
And, as their children grow, and their marriage grows,
they will always have the palette. What they want, not
only what Leslie wants but what Rick wants, will change
over time. They will, however, have a variety from
which to select.
And select they will, so long as they both shall live.
"You make it sound nice," Leslie said. "I'll consider marrying
you after all."
"That's good news, dearest." He fondled her breast with his
right hand and hugged her more tightly with his left. She
cuddled under his chin. He lowered his voice to accommodate that
closeness. "Do you want to help a little more with the horses?
You'll have to leave in an hour."
"Hold me for a few minutes more. I don't think that I can wait
four months."
"We'll make it," he assured her. "We'll help each other."
THE END
Flights of Fancy
Uther Pendragon
2000/02/03
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