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"Indian Summer - Part I" (M/f, con)
Copyright 2000 by 'Cagey'.
Copies may be made and posted elsewhere for personal enjoyment, however, all
commercial rights are reserved.
WARNING - ADULT READING
The following story includes explicit language and graphically describes
heterosexual love between consenting partners; in this case, a man of 35 and
a girl of 14. If you dislike or are offended by such content or if you are a
minor or live in an area where possession of such material is prohibited,
then please DO NOT download or read the following story.
The contents of this story and its characters are fictitious. The story
itself is based partially on actual experience and partially on my
imagination; I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which.
The author can be contacted, by email, at:
<kenggjones@hotmail.com>
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Indian Summer - Part I
by 'Cagey'
Copyright 2000
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I can't really say when I knew what was happening; it kinda snuck up on me
right out of my subconscious or someplace and, all of a sudden, it was as it
was!! . And there could never be any going back,.even if I had wanted to!!
I'd been living in the 'visitors house' for about three weeks before I even
met her. My job takes me all over the place; usually into backwoods places
where the amenities are few and the work is long and tedious. This was one
of the better places I'd worked in. The 'visitors house' was not a normal
situation and usually I had to live in a 'bachelors house' or with the Chief
or one of the Counsellors. Having a place all on my own was both unexpected
and very much to my liking; it left me a lot freer to work the crazy hours
that I often did and to relax when I needed to, without bothering other
people - or them, me.
The 'visitors house' was a two bedroom. I used the smaller bedroom as an
office and had my computer and communications equipment set up in it. The
house was about a mile out the road that came, from the secondary highway,
into the Reserve town site. It was set on the edge of a hill, well back from
the road, overlooking a lake (Cooking Lake it was called), and in a small
grove of tall spruce that shut it off from the road.
Although the Band Records said there were 563 Members (as the Chief said,
"Triple that if yuh count the damn dogs."), I never did see a crowd there
that numbered more than 150; except for 'Treaty Days', when people came from
all over and Members came back to visit, from cities and towns scattered all
over North America. Now that natural gas and oil had been discovered on the
Res, there were a lot more people talking about 'movin' back home'
That was the reason I was there in the first place. I'd been hired by the
Band to make sure they weren't getting diddled by the drilling companies,
and to make sure Indian Affairs was doing their job in it all too.But, to
make it more economical, I was also there to look for and develop spin-off
business and to see that the proper training was available for the Band
Members.
I first saw Anita about three weeks after I moved in; the day she came up
to the house on her bike. It was late afternoon of a cloudless Spring day in
mid-May and I'd just had some lunch on the covered veranda. I could hear a
bike zipping along the gravel road to the house, slowing as it hit the
grade, and finally stopping just the other side of the large spruce tree
that hid the access road from my view. I heard the bike drop with a clang to
the ground, a silence, and then the sound of footsteps moving on toward me.
Anita, when she finally emerged from behind the big, old spruce, was a
black-haired beauty of about thirteen. Long (mid-back), shiny, black hair
tussled by the breeze, a beautiful face, with chiselled features, and a slim
but very nicely rounded body; all of this set on the longest legs I have
ever seen. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and she strode toward me,
never hesitating, a happy smile on her face, clutching a canvas haversack in
her hand.
"Hi !!" she said "Wanna buy some candy bars ?? School's tryin' to raise
money for the ball team an' there's a prize for the one who raises the most
!!"
"Well 'Hi' to you too!!" I answered "You're my first visitor up here.
What's your name, little girl ??"
I could see a lot of the smile leave her face and her brow wrinkle slightly
at my reply.
"I'm Anita and, hey, I'm no *little* girl !!....I'm goin' on fourteen, yuh
know....next month on the twelfth !!" she shot back at me on no uncertain
terms.
Obviously I'd blown it and I thought I'd better make amends.
"Whoops !! Sorry !! I didn't mean 'little' like that. I meant slim.....not
big....well....you know!!" I tried, not too well, to backpedal and cover my
goof-up.
With the return of the broad smile, she accepted my explanation and,
reaching in the sack, brought out several bars of chocolate; the large kind
that school kids sell to raise money these days. Laying them on the edge of
the veranda step, she spread them out for my inspection.
Silence!! I could hear the birds chirping in the nearby trees and, off in
the distance, the sound of an old motor pushing a vehicle along the road
somewhere.
The silence dragged on for several moments and then, looking up at me out
of dark, almost coal-black eyes, she said "Well? Yuh think you'll be wantin'
some of these?? They're real good yuh know!! Better'n the little things yuh
get in the stores!!"
"How much??" I said.
"Buck each!!" she replied.
I'm an easy touch for kids and I do have a sweet-tooth, so I dug in my
pocket for some money but found only a ten dollar bill. She had no change,
so I gave her the ten dollars for the seven bars she had with her and told
her she could give me the change next time we met.
She agreed and, pocketing her money, she turned and walked away.
I watched her go, admiring the swing of her slight but rounded hips and
bottom, as she strode down the road and disappeared around the spruce. But,
just before she rounded the spruce, she turned and, with a little smile,
waved goodbye. I waved back.
Running footsteps, sound of bike on gravel, and she was gone.
~/~
Next time I saw her was at 'Treaty Days,' quite a while later, and then I
almost didn't recognize her.
Standing in the school playing field, watching some preparations going on,
I felt this tap on my arm and, turning, here was this lovely young girl,
some loose black hairs blowing around her face, in the breeze. She was
looking up at me out of twinkling, coal black eyes.
"Hey mister....I got yer change right here," she said, "Bet yuh figured I
forgot, didn't yuh???"
Yes! I had forgotten. By now it was early Summer and she was dressed in a
loose t-shirt top and shorts. Her shiny black hair was braided into one
large pigtail that ended in the small of her back. She'd been doing
something that got grass stains on backside of the pale coloured shorts and
she had a smudge of dirt on her cheek; she looked happy and carefree, as she
smiled up at me.
It took a few moments but it came to me....Spring day, chocolate, and that
coltish figure and long, slim legs.....
"Anita!!" I said "The *slim* little lady with the chocolate bars!!"
"Right....an' here's the change!!" she said, laughing delightedly at my
words and dug her hand in a back pocket, for the money. "I was pretty sure
I'd see yuh here today, Treaty Days 'n all."
Handing me the change, she looked up at me and said "I won the contest yuh
know...I figured I would when yuh bought all those bars from me that day.
Nobody else would go up there to yer place t' try....they was all afraid of
yuh or something!!"
"Well congratulations !!" I said and, noticing a sheen of sweat on her
face, along with the dirt on her cheek, I went on "Let's get a coke and
celebrate your win. You look like you could use something cold right now!!"
We had our cokes sitting on the foot-flattened grass, in the shade of a
rundown old concession booth. It was cooler in the shade, cooler by far. A
breeze blew by every now and then and, where it was still standing, you
could see the grass bend, as it passed.
We talked for quite a long time about her ball team, her school friends,
where she lived, her family, Treaty Days, and on and on.......She talked, I
mostly just listened, prompting her now and then. As she talked, I watched
her and took in her lovely face, blossoming figure, and those long, long
legs pushed out in front of her on the cool, shaded grass. With her
chiselled features and animated way of talking (her hands constantly in
motion emphasising her words, her face glowing with expression) she was a
beautiful girl and it was obvious that, one of these days soon, she'd be a
real knock-out of a woman.
After the cokes were done, we wandered around the grounds together. The
whole area was alive with people coming and going; a lot of them dressed in
traditional costumes getting ready for or, flushed and sweat covered, coming
from various competitions. Anita explained the costumes and their
significance and introduced me to many of the contestants, as well as to a
number of her friends and relatives. I got curious after meeting at least
five different 'aunties' and asked how many aunts she had and were there no
uncles?? She laughed and explained that only one of these had been a real
aunt; the rest were mostly good family friends and ones she liked a lot.
Later on, over near the edge of the grounds, where the grass ended and the
brush took over, we passed a group of youngsters who seemed to be about her
age. Most of these kids had small Indian ponies ('Paints' she called them)
and were intently involved in racing them, bareback, over a well beaten
trail that ran for about a half mile or so, along the tree line, to where
another group of kids stood in the distance. Several times, races started at
both ends of the trail at about the same time and the dust and confusion
that resulted, as they met, going in opposite directions, part way on the
race path, seemed to cause a lot of hilarity and a good deal of yelling.
We stopped and watched the races for a while and Anita chatted, excitedly,
back and forth with a number of the kids; mostly about the races and whose
horse was likely to win the next heat. A bit later, most of the kids and
horses having just left, at neck breaking speed toward the other end, we
wandered off together again.
As we walked along, I realized that we were both very relaxed and felt
comfortable with each other. There seemed to be no bridges to be crossed,
like there are normally, we just seemed to relax with one another. It
surprised me too that there was no 'adult' / 'child' or teenager here, we
both treated one another as equals. I liked her a lot and I could see that
she liked me.
Several hundred yards from the race start, there was a clearing in the
brush, surrounded by what had once been a white picket fence. Inside the
fence was a cemetery, with many wooden crosses and a few headstones marking
quite a number of graves. These graves, some well tended others not, were
scattered among some small to medium-sized spruce trees that had obviously
been transplanted here. Off to the right of the entrance, about twenty feet
inside the fence line, was a windowless building that Anita said was where
they kept the equipment for looking after the cemetery....and, occasionally
kept a body, when the ground was too frozen to dig by hand. Seems even the
back hoe was not too reliable, particularly in the dead of winter.
I was fascinated by the graveyard and, somewhat reluctantly, Anita followed
me as I moved from marker to marker, reading the inscriptions, where I
could; all too often the inscriptions had faded to the point of being
totally illegible. Over by the maintenance shack, I was startled by some
grunting sounds coming from the other side of the building. It sounded like
an person or an animal of some sort, so, curious, I went, Anita following,
to take a look.
At the back of the old building, laying on the grass, in the shade, were
two young kids in their very early teens, if they were that. Jeans and
underwear around his ankles, bare butt bouncing in the air, was a young
male.....a respectably large (for the age he seemed to be) penis was
pounding in and out of the vagina of a young female under him. Her jeans lay
on the grass beside them and her slim legs were wrapped around his waist;
her cotton panties dangling from one of her ankles. We were at their feet,
about six feet away from them and you could clearly see that hard, red penis
as it pushed between equally red pussy lips and buried itself deeply;
seconds later to emerge, glistening with moisture and, then, back into its
hiding place again. Moaning and groaning, lips clamped together in a very
open mouthed kiss, they were oblivious to our presence.
Anita stepped back a step or two in shock, when she realized what she was
looking at. Then, hand over her mouth, she watched in utter fascination as
the moaning and groaning continued and the young buttocks bounced up and
down, impaling that slender rod in its willing receptacle.
When I realized that the two kids were completely unaware that we were
there, I gently tugged on Anita's hand and, as silently as possible, got us
away from there.
-//-
"That was my cousin Harvey an' his sister Emmy" Anita said in a hushed
voice, when we'd gotten well away from the shack and were heading toward the
exit.
"She's only twelve years old an' I think he's only just turned thirteen!!"
she said. "They better not get caught.....Aunt Jen'd kill 'em, that's for
sure!!"
She went on and on about how young they were and what would happen to them,
if they got caught like that. She talked and talked, as we walked out of the
cemetery; sounding quite fascinated but very upset about what we'd seen.
"Emmy could have a baby, she's not careful."
"I felt like dragin' him offa her....but she was likin' it, I could
tell....she was pushin' herself up at him an' she was groanin' like she
liked what he was doin'....they shouldn't be doin' that....brother an'
sister...."
I stayed quiet the whole time. I had no idea what to say anyway, so I just
listened.
Anita talked on and on. She was getting more and more upset and I was
starting to get worried that she'd never calm down. I could understand her
shock at seeing those kids going at it but it seemed to me to be more
serious to her than I thought it should be. Until, that is, she started to
talk about the fact that her uncle James had tried to rape her just a week
or so earlier. Then I realized that what she'd seen behind the shack was
bringing back all sorts of unwanted memories for her and that was why she
hadn't seen the humour of it and just laughed it off.
Meanwhile, we went back to the grounds, where the celebrations were still
going on. However, Anita seemed disinterested in the events going on, so we
sat in my truck, while she talked it all out; I just went on listening,
saying little, just trying to help her talk about it. She was as confused as
all hell about the whole thing. I was given a detailed description of the
rape attempt and, although there had been no penetration (but not for a lack
of trying) and although she'd been manhandled by this uncle, she'd been
lucky enough to have her dad walk in before things got too serious.
After her dad got there, she'd run out of the house , to the neighbours,
and, later, was only told that the uncle had been drunk and didn't know what
he was doing. Although her dad and mom had assured her that she'd done
nothing wrong, somehow she felt responsible and she felt guilty and dirty.
We talked until sunset, when her younger sister came to find her. I tried
to reassure her that she'd done nothing wrong and that it was her uncle's
fault; that, although he was drunk, that was no exchuse for what happened;
there was no reason she should feel guilty or responsible for what took
place. By the time her sister found her with me, there in my half-ton truck,
she'd calmed down and I even had her laughing a bit about walking up on her
two cousins like we did.
~//~
From that day on I was fascinated by Anita, I enjoyed her company and we
somehow got to be inseparable. It seemed I met her everywhere I went and she
was always very friendly and always beautiful. It didn't matter what she
wore, the beauty of that slight but magnificent body came through and I soon
found myself looking for her everywhere I went.
About two weeks later, during the night (I'd seen her and spent several
hours with her that day), I had a dream.
In this dream, Anita and I were walking hand in hand through a field of
tall grass, in the bright sunshine, with horses grazing all around us.
Suddenly, I realized that I was stark naked and I was feeling very worried
about her seeing me this way...in particular the erection I was sporting,
sticking straight out there, in front of me.
"I don't mind, yuh know!! I've seen hard ones before!!" she said to me,
referring to her uncle, I suppose. "But yours looks real nice!!" she added.
In my dream, I looked over at her, meaning to tell her I was sorry that I
was like this with her....when I suddenly realized she was naked too!! I
could only 'see' a hazy outline of her but I knew she had she had no cloths
on....she was naked as the day she was born!!
I also suddenly *knew* this was a dream and, reaching out, I gathered her
in my arms, right there in the middle of the field!! Then, somehow, we were
laying there in the cool grass (Yes, I could feel the coolness of it in my
dream!!), I was over her and inside her (Yes, I could actually feel her wet,
slippery flesh all around my cock!!), and I was fucking her for all I was
worth (And, yes, I did come!!. The wet, soiled bed sheets in the morning
told me that!!)
That's when things changed. That's when I became aware that I wanted this
beautiful little girl and that's when I began to suspect that not only was
she a little bit in love with me (or a crush, maybe?) but that I might be
falling in love with her.
Our conversations had never been 'man to child' or even the other way
around. I totally accepted her as a mature person and that's the way we
talked. We'd seldom talked about sex, except a few times about her being
'almost' raped....and even that was based on the topic of 'Life here on the
Res' but we'd talked about everything else under the sun.
I realized that, without conscious thought by either of us, we'd been
seeking each other out, each and every day. It was no longer a surprize to
me, to go somewhere and find Anita already there, or have her just turn up
later on, And, for me, there was no sense of wellbeing, unless, at some
point in my day, we had met and talked.
I remembered one day, after all this started, when Anita had to go to town
with her folks. My day was dead, incomplete, an absolute nothing.....until I
met her (by accident?) at the convenience store, that night. I had never
been so glad to see anyone as I was when I saw her there and we'd had a
little time to sit together and talk. I don't even remember what we talked
about !! And, what's more, I didn't remember to get the milk I'd gone there
for either.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I realized that what was happening was something
only *I* had not realized or understood. From things said and the actions of
others, I came to realize that 'they' knew, long before I even suspected
and, somehow, for whatever reasons, the whole 'Res' seemed to accept the
relationship they saw growing between Anita and I.
It was no longer a man/child thing in any way. It was a man/woman thing and
the whole damned world (well, the whole Reserve at least) knew about it
before I did.
Lord, I sure felt like something of a fool, when the truth finally hit me!
When I finally realized that there was not only a definite 'something'
between Anita and I and that most of the 'Res' was aware (and accepting) of
it, things changed a lot for me. Although I still (very much) wanted her
around, I felt uneasy that the others knew and had, long ago, figured out
what was happening. So, where we'd held hands all over the place before,
whenever we felt like it, I avoided doing so now, unless we were alone. When
I would have touched her or patted her without even thinking about it, I
didn't any more, if people were around.......and, of course, they were
around most of the time.
It took some time and some other events to make me realize that I was only
fooling myself....the rest of this small, isolated world already knew
exactly what was happening!!
~//~
Event number one was being invited to a 'Sweat Ceremony.' This ceremony
took place in a very low, round topped, circular construction of bent birch
covered by hides and blankets....about 12 feet across and (maybe) 5 feet
high in the centre.....and it's built to keep the heat in (and the
claustrophobic feeling in as well, where I am concerned). It is a sort of an
honour, as an outsider, a 'white' man, to be invited to a Sweat and the
experience can be a very 'cleansing' and moving one.... claustrophobic or
not.
Once the sweat door (more canvas and blankets) is closed and everyone's
inside, water is sprinkled on the hot rocks that have been placed in the
centre pit, and the ceremony and chanting begin. It is as dark as an
underground cave in there and very confining (at least, for me) and you can
'feel' the walls and roof of this place pressing in on you. It was all I
could do to keep the claustrophobia at bay and, because of this, the
tremendous heat didn't really bother me.
The ceremony takes place in 'rounds' and, for several minutes after each
'round,' the entrance is opened and, if you're a 'wuss' like me, you can go
outside until the next 'round.' 'Rounds' go on until the water originally
taken in has all been consumed on the rocks. It is a very *hot* place to be
and can be inspiring or frightening, depending on your emotional outlook and
you knowledge of the custom and the meaning of the chanting.
When the Sweat was over, I felt relaxed and great. We gathered for a feast
afterward and talked about the ceremony (at least I did) and everything else
under the sun. Before I left, the Elder who'd hosted the Sweat and who'd
invited me, took me to one side, with a couple of the other Elders present
and spoke of the community, the interrelationship of it's people, and the
need to understand the local customs to truly know the community and its
people. I was lost for a bit but finally realized, as he kept referring to
Anita's father and his position in the community, that I was being told to
'put up or shut up'.....'piss or get off the pot'.....!!
I was floored !! Were they serious?? Couldn't they see that, if anything,
she just had a juvenile crush on me?? God almighty, at 35, I was over twice
her age....were they really serious? Mind you, I didn't say any of
this....just thought it.
As a matter of fact, I thought about it a long time that evening and
eventually decided to put it out of my mind; they'd realize that it was just
a school-girl crush on her part and that I was far too old for a hardly
fourteen year old girl to get serious about.
Ha!!! That's what I thought!!!
Event number two happened the next day, when I bumped into her Uncle James
on the town street.
"Sum bitch !" he yelled and took a drunken swing at my head, with his fist.
"Leave dat cunt alone, y' hear!! I'm gonna be the one t' pick her
cherry....y' goddamnedwhitebastard ....prick!!"
I ducked....the swing missed....and, next thing I knew, James was laying
there in the dust, panting and moaning. I never touched him!! He had lost
his balance and fallen....but, to hear the people talk, you'd think I'd
fought him with one hand tied behind me....and won.
Even Anita was pleased and impressed, when she heard the story. But that
was easier to understand..... after all this was the Uncle who tried to rape
her!!
Event number three.......
A day or so after 'the fight' Anita and I were walking down to the lake,
from my place and we'd taken the 'cow path'....and we weren't getting
anywhere very fast. Anita seemed to find reasons to stop every few yards to
look at this and that....."Look at that 'thing' growin' on that tree over
there"......"Where d' yuh' suppose that squirrel went to??"..... but it was
a 'slow' kind of hot day anyway and I didn't feel there was any need to
rush, so I just went along with it all, enjoying the unhurried, slow pace of
our walk and the relative cool of the forest shade.
As this was just after 'the fight' with her Uncle, we talked about it some.
I tried to explain that it really hadn't been a fight, that all I'd done was
duck. But she'd heard differently from the 'witnesses' and was convinced I'd
'defended her virtue' or something like that. After a time, seeing that she
was sure I was just down-playing my role in 'the fight' and that her
'witnesses' told her otherwise, I gave up the battle....and willingly
received a peck on the cheek as her defender.
She grew quite, after giving me that kiss on the cheek, and, for quite a
few minutes, seemed lost in herself. For those few minutes, silence reigned
and, other than our steps and the chatter of a squirrel off in the woods a
distance, there was no sound. After a while, she seemed to snap out of it
and started chattering (like the squirrel) and, laughing and playing as we
walked along; she became her normal, happy self again.
As we meandered along the trail, stopping every few minutes, I became aware
(for the thousandth time that day alone) of the beautiful picture she made.
She was wearing a simple cotton dress that fell half way down her thighs and
that flared out, displaying the upper part of her long slim legs, when she
twisted or ran along the path ahead of me. It was a very simple, off-white
dress with a small, blue flowered pattern and a scooped neckline; that
showed just the beginning of her quite small breasts. This was the first
time I'd ever seen Anita in a dress; like most girls and women on the 'Res'
in those days, her normal gear was jeans and t-shirt.... or, very
occasionally, a blouse. I wondered if today was some sort of special
occasion and that's why she wore the dress but nothing was said, so I
eventually forgot about it. I realized, later on (because she told me), that
she'd worn it because she knew she looked good in it and she wanted to wear
it for me.
Moving along that twisty trail, I found myself looking at her more and more
and admiring what I saw, as we walked and chatted through the sun dappled
shade of the 'cow path'. At one point she was humming a tune for me,
something she'd heard on the radio, and she began to dance. Lithe body
twisting and twirling to the tune, she looked like a fairy princess there
among the trees and, with a particularly strong spin, her dress flared
higher and higher, until the full length of her lovely shaped legs were
exposed. Not only her long, beautiful legs but up and up went the dress,
until it circled her waist....exposing her glorious rounded hips and
buttocks, clad only by in an abbreviated pair of pale blue panties.
I suddenly found myself responding to her physically. I stared (I'm sure my
eyes must have bugged out of my head) at this lovely apparition before me
and thoughts of touching that body and feeling it pressed up against my own
shot through my mind. Although I didn't put it into so many words in my
head, I realized that I was responding sexually to this 'little girl' and
that, to put it mildly, she turned me on!! Those long, slender legs rising
eventually (her legs seemed to go on forever) past soft, smooth,
tan-coloured thighs, became a beautiful rounded bottom......and the way her
tiny waist tapered away from her lovely rounded hips...Oh God, what a sight
!!
Walking along the trail, my eyes locked on her body, twirling there ahead
of me, I moved like a robot. Nothing existed but this breath-taking vision
before me and I became aware that my breathing was getting faster and
faster, through my slightly open mouth. Again and again, her body spun
around and around, the hem of her dress rising and lowering; from high on
her thighs, to her waist, those muscled globes of her buttocks slowly
appearing and disappearing. For me it seemed the dance of the seven veils,
the ultimate strip show, the sexiest, most erotic and stimulating picture my
eyes had ever seen.
Later, the very idea seemed almost immoral but, at the time, my eyes
undressed her. Her panties 'dissolved' from her body, letting me conjure up
visions of a sparsely haired mound flashing before me, twirl upon twirl and
glimpses of a small, pink slit....that I so, so desperately wanted to touch
with, with my fingers and with my mouth!!!
I was completely immersed in my vision....on another plain.....gone from
this world!!
Suddenly, there she was in my arms, those beautiful buttocks pressed into
my lower body, my hard erection (Where the hell had *that* come from??)
pressed into her bum crack, her smiling face back on my shoulder and her
laughing eyes gazing into mine.
We had come to a steepish rise in the path and, still dancing and twirling,
she'd stopped moving forward. In my daze, unaware that she'd stopped, I'd
continued walking and had walked right into her. She, higher on the path
than I, had her head on a level with mine and here I was, still partially
immersed in my 'vision', gazing into her eyes and holding her trembling body
and feeling her tight up against me.
If I'd been my normal self, I'd have worried that she could feel my
erection pressing into her....deliciously embedded between her
buttocks....but, mesmerized by her body as I was, the thought never occurred
to me. It felt so good there; much as if it was intended by all laws of
nature, to be exactly pressed into that special space.
Her eyes became sombre and glazed, and her smile all but disappeared.
Neither of us moved and the moment seemed to go on forever. Then, ever so
slowly, she pressed closer to me and, next I knew, her lips were pressed
softly against mine and there was a very definite electric current flowing
between us. Oh Lord, did it flow!! Did it ever flow!!
That kiss seemed the most arousing thing that had ever happened to me. Yes,
I've had lots of experience in the past and I had kissed any number of girls
and/or women. I've very pleasant memories of soft kisses, hard kisses,
open-mouthed kisses, you name 'em....I have memories of the feel of my hard
penis slipping into the hot, wet confines of a variety of eager bodies. But
that kiss with Anita was *the* most mind-shaking thing I have ever
experienced!!
I couldn't possibly tell you how long we kissed like
that.....seconds??......a minute??..... 5 minutes? .....20 minutes??. It
seemed never-ending!!
I do remember that, at some point into the kiss, my hands began to knead
the flesh of her arms, waist, and shoulders. I even have this indelible
memory of two small, soft globes in my hands, with hard and hot points
pressing into each of my palms....I think they were her breasts but I've
never been really sure if it was real or imaginary!! I'm sure I remember
flexing my hips and pressing my hard cock up along her bum-crack several
times and I'm almost sure I felt an answering movement or two of back
against me....but it was all so vague, so dream-like, I've never been quite
certain.
Who broke this kiss?? I've no idea about that either. It seemed to have
been mutual and, abruptly, there we were just holding each other, her head
nestled into my neck, our breathing accelerated well above normal.
We finally broke apart from one another (again it seemed mutual) and,
without discussing what had happened, in fact saying very little for some
fifteen minutes after, we continued on our way, to the lake.
-//-
That night, I couldn't sleep. Visions of Anita, with her dress swirling up
around her waist, kept coming to mind every time I closed my eyes. I finally
had to resort to masturbation; pictures of her beautiful body flashing
through my aroused mind.
After that, I slept the sleep of the dead....although I must admit I
dreamed of her again and woke with a hard-on of steel, next morning...and
had to 'deal' with it again in the shower.
-//-
As usual, we saw each other every day, but, a couple of days later, Anita
came over to the 'visitors house' and I found her sitting on my veranda when
I got back there at the end of my work day.
"Hi Anita" I said, getting out of my half-ton "What's up????"
"Hi Dave!" she responded, not looking up at me, "Nothin' really....just
felt like comin' over."
"Okay!" I said "Had supper yet???"
"Nope....not real hungry." was her reply.
I went inside and washed up a bit. Cleaned myself up and changed into old
clothes When I looked out again, she was exactly as I'd left her, siting
there on the veranda, looking out over the smooth lake.
I started to fix myself a bite to eat and asked again......
"Hungry now Anita??"
"Nope !!"....nothing more than that....just 'Nope !!'
I ate my supper and pondered the situation.
Number one: This was the first time she'd come here on her own. Other times
I'd suggested it and she had come but never before on her own, at her own
instigation.
Number two: Other times there'd be no shutting her up. Always talking away
about this or that or asking questions. Now she was quiet, with nothing to
say !!
Number three: I still had vivid memories of the 'cow path' kiss of a couple
of days ago and all the touchy-feely that had gone with it and I suspected
that was partly behind her mood right now.
I decided she'd talk when she was ready and that I'd best wait. So, I
waited.
About half an hour later, still nothing. We just sat and stared out over
the lake below ....no talk, no anything!!
An hour and still nothing; the sun was setting now. A bit of a breeze came
up and it smelled like there might be rain coming.
It was in the last light of the setting sun that she started to speak. I
couldn't see her face by this time, just her silhouette in the gloamin'. I
was just sitting there with her, thinking my own thoughts, when she cleared
her throat and, very softly and hesitantly, said:
"Dave......???"
"Yup...???" I said.
"Dave....???" she said again, "Who am I ....Uhh.....We're friends aren't we
Dave?? Am I yer friend or......or.....?? Dave, help me! It's not
easy....Uhh........Dave, who am I to.......*to*....... *you*??"
I thought a bit before I answered....but, dumb clod that I am, I don't
catch on too quickly I guess.
"Of course we're friends....you don't even need to ask that Anita. We've
been friends for quite a while now!!.............Who are you? You're a
wonderful girl and a very pretty one at that. To me, you're a very sweet
person that I love having around/ What's buggin' you Anita?" That is what I
wound up saying.
"Dave??" she said, voice hushed and serious in the almost dark, "Don't I
mean anything more to yuh than that? Just a pretty *girl* that yuh don't
mind havin' 'round? Is it 'cause I'm not white, Dave? The whole 'Res' thinks
yer in love with me.....but me, I don't know what t' think! You used t'
always hold my hand an' touch me....now yuh don't do it hardly 'tall ! Why?"
Silence. I was shocked silent and I guess she was still trying to figure
out what she wanted to say.
In a few moments, she went on.
"I'm sorry, Dave, I know it's nothin' t' do with not being 'white'. I
really do know that !! Is it 'cause you're older than me?? That it?? 'Cause
you're older 'n me?? 'Cause I love you, Dave.....that's all I know!!"
If I was in shock before, I was all the way gone now. I was speechless. I
couldn't believe what I thought I heard her say. She was in love with me? Oh
my God !! I'm a man of 35 and she's a girl of 14...."Christ, I'm old enough
to be her father!!!" went through my mind....several times!!
It was a long time before I could muster any words at all. I just sat there
and tried to make sense of what I'd heard out of her lips and, finally, I
came to the conclusion that whatever I said had better be well considered
and the truth, the whole truth, etc..
"Anita" I said to her finally "You're right about it having nothing to do
with your being 'white' or not but I find it hard to answer your questions
right here and now. It sounds like you've thought about this a lot but I'm
new to it and I really don't want to say the wrong thing. Okay?? I do know I
like you very much and I'm very attracted to you but the other part's really
new to me and I just don't know what to say. How about giving me a little
time to put all this stuff through my mind?? All right??"
Silence for a bit....and then, with a bit of a sigh, she said in a voice
that seemed to tremble a bit, "Okay, Dave, I'll see you tomorrow!!" And she
stood up, picked up her bike, and started down the road, in the dark.
"Uh, Uh !!" I said "I'll drive you down. It's a long ways and it's dark.
Come on !! Into the truck with you."
I thought at first she wouldn't accept the lift but, eventually, she just
said "Okay" and got into the truck.
I lifted her bike up into the truck-box and got in behind the wheel.
The ride to her place was silent...no talking....and, when she got out, she
only repeated, softly "See you tomorrow, Dave!!" and disappeared into her
house.
-//-
I didn't sleep much that night!!
My thoughts whirled in my head. All that had happened, all that had been
said and done....all the events of the past several days were reviewed in my
tired head. I couldn't help but admit that it sure as hell looked like I was
either in love with this wonderful 'little girl' (She'd kill me, if she
heard me say it that way!!!) or well into the process of falling in love
with her.
"I know she's only just fourteen!!" my thoughts rolled along "But she's
very mature for her years....and she's beautiful....and I'm sure I don't
know what I'd do, if she wasn't a part of my life any longer!!"
"She says she loves you!" my brain went on "Yeah! Sure you find that
interesting.....a real ego booster.....but is it puppy-love for her or the
real thing??. BUT......if it's only puppy-love, how come she's so serious
about it, how come she's trying to deal with how she feels and she's not
just out there being a kid most of the time....Huh??"
"Sure...you find her attractive and she turns you on. She's a female and
that's all you're reacting to!!" one part of my brain says.
"So, what's happened before, when you've been attracted to a female and
kissy-face stuff, like the other day with Anita, happens. You just walk
away, do you?? I *don't* think so...!!!" says the other part.
"Well sure!! But those other times it wasn't Anita....I didn't care
about............I just wanted to get........Shit !!! I don't know !!!" says
the first part.
"You sure as hell *do* know!!" says brain part two, "You're in love with
the kid and you better come to terms with it !! Remember what your old man
told you a long time ago....'If you don't know if you're in love or not,
think about how you'd feel if she moved away to the other side of the
country. If you can live with that, fine!! But, if you know you're going to
miss her, that you'd want her around all the time - well son, you'd best be
packing your bags!!'....that should tell you !!!!"
Argument over!! I had to admit to myself that I was in love with this
'little girl' and that her age didn't matter one little shittin' damn!!
-//-
Next day I was working about 20 miles away, on a project that needed to be
finished that day. Coincidentally, her uncle James happened to be around
there too and, about noon, the surly, seemingly already half drunk,
son-of-a-bitch picked a fight with me again.
"White man t'ink squaw his meat now, don'e? Dat squaw mine an I gonna get
'er cherry...her asshole cherry, if ol' Whitey got de udder.... An' don'ya
ferget it, pussy face white man!!"
First thing that struck me was that he was putting on his 'Indian' act
again. Same as last time, he was talking 'Indian' talk from the movies. I'd
heard him speak a number of times before and, except when he was drunk, he
spoke reasonably well.
I looked at him but I don't think I really saw him; I saw a reeling,
drunken bastard...an animal filled with a poison that I couldn't figure out.
I was considering just treating him like a drunken fool and simply walking
away in disgust, when I noticed a fire in his eyes and a sly look about him
that convinced me that this man wasn't nearly as drunk as he was letting on.
He was out for some kind of revenge and looking drunk out of his mind was a
part of the plan.
So, rather than walking away, I stood my ground and fixed my eyes squarely
on his.
"White man pissed off?? Indian scared, Indian shake in 'is boots....Ha!
White man know dat Indian cunt gonna get fucked by uncle Jimmy...Indian cunt
know dat too!!"
"You're the asshole, James," I said, the anger beginning to mount in me,
"You'd be better off shutting that shit-hole you call a mouth. You're
talking about a...." I was going to say 'child' but thought better of it
"You're talking about a woman of your own blood like she was some kind of
animal and I'm not going to listen to that kinda crap any longer....SHUT THE
Hell UP !!!!!"
His whole body tensed; gone was the drunken sway, the masked slyness. Now I
could see the foul mouthed bastard for what he was; a man out for revenge. I
knew I'd better watch myself and I was sure he hadn't enough common sense
left to reason with. His face was filled with hatred and I could see he was
sure his 'drunk' act had me fooled.
His head was thrown back on his neck and his eyes bulged, as he stared down
the length of his nose at me. This was a posturing I'd seen before. This was
a man trying to look as mean and fight-ready as he could; trying to throw
the fear of the devil into me.
And it was working. He made a formidable figure, head back staring at me
with anger bulged eyes, hands in tight fists, arms and shoulders tensed and
ready. I could feel the urge to shift my eyes from him, to pull back....but
Anita's reputation was at stake here, not just mine. So I continued to meet
his stare and moved slowly to position my arms and get my feet in a solid
position, before the shit hit the fan.
As I said, I've seen this staring competition before and, from the outside,
it had always struck me as funny; it really was laughable to watch two grown
men, looking like roosters, strutting and jockeying for position. Suddenly,
I was standing outside myself, as if I were one of the crowd that was
gathering around us and I looked at us, there in the middle and....I
couldn't help myself....I broke into a real belly-laugh.
I stood there laughing my fool head off, eyes clenched (but not shut),
mouth open and just bellowing out my laughter....I couldn't stop.
A look of bewilderment came across his face and, for a moment, his jaw
dropped; he couldn't believe his eyes....'What was this bloody fool doing,
laughing at him??'
Tears of laughter filled my eyes but they were still open and seeing enough
to recognize the hay-maker that suddenly swung at my head. I tried to duck
but it glanced off my skull, just above and behind my left ear.
I flew sideways into the crowd that had gathered around us and found
myself, head ringing like a dinner gong, on one knee, watching him round on
me with a pointed cowboy boot. I could see that boot coming at me but,
somehow, it came in slow motion. I seemed to have all the time in the world
to shake my head (it didn't help much) and get my hands in position.
The boot came hard and strong, every bit of his strength in it, straight
for my still chiming head. I caught it with my bare hands and followed it
through it's intended arc, with just enough redirection to miss my
skull....and then pushed it away from me, as it went past.
James twisted, his one foot still under him, and careened off the crowd,
stumbled, and came to a stop. He was a bit disoriented and seemed unsure,
for a moment, where I was. That was fine by me, as I used the time to get to
my feet and shake the chimes from my head. At least try to; the gong was
still ringing.
We met in the centre of the circle formed by the crowd. We circled one
another looking for an opening. Suddenly, there he was in my face....that
man sure moved fast and straight for a drunk....and a short uppercut to the
ribs battered me backwards.
That's when I really saw red. My whole body tensed, my fists closed into
hammers and I went for him; very, very straight and very, very sure. I could
have cared less if I was hit or where; I wanted a piece of him. He moved
back a step and I moved up two. Knowing I was looking for an opening, he
tried to dance on the balls of his feet, looking for his own....but too
late, I saw an opening and let my right fist go.
Again it was like slow-motion, as I watched my fist strike the top of his
forearm, batter it aside and continue to his jaw...just left of centre. My
fist connected, I felt and heard a 'crack'. My fist went numb, his head
snapped back....but he didn't go down.
He stood there, eyes vacant, jaw open and a little blood dribbling from the
corner of his mouth. His arms were still up and his fists still clenched.
Thinking about how he'd tried to rape Anita, I completely lost it then and
pounded that slimy bastard into the dirt, where I figured he belonged !!
Two of his cousins came to me, when it was over, and shook my hand (it was
sore as hell, by the way) and said that James got exactly what he deserved
and that they knew what he'd tried with Anita.
"Good to know she got someone lookin' after her!" one of them said, as they
left.
-//-
It was late afternoon, by the time I got home and, hot and sweaty, first
thing I did was climb into the shower and loosen my aching body and sore
right hand. Afterward, I changed into shorts and a t-shirt and went and sat
on the veranda with a cold beer to keep me company; my hand didn't really
want to close around it at all, for some reason.
About ten minutes later, I hear a vehicle come down the road below and
stop. Voices, door slamming shut, and then, after what sounded
(power-steering squeal) like a u-turn, drive back toward the town.
In a few minutes, Anita rounded the last turn, by the spruce tree. She was
wearing that same flowered, off-white dress she'd worn on our walk, and she
was smiling and radiant.
I have never seen a more welcome sight in all my life....I knew I'd made up
my mind and I wanted to tell her how I felt.
Crossing the yard, Anita called out to me.
"Hi Dave!..................My dad drove me up here..he...he said he heard
what yuh done to his brother James today an' I should tell yuh that yuh
'done the right thing'. He was gonna drive on up an' tell yuh himself but
he's already late for a meetin' and figured yuh wouldn't miss him right now,
anyhow!" She giggled over the last bit of it; her dad always teased like
that and we both found it funny.
She came over and stood there on the veranda steps and looked down at me
smiling. I was sitting on the step that she was standing on and she stood
over me, silhouetted between me and the sun...a prettier picture I have
never seen!!
Putting my beer on the step, I reached out and put my hand on her leg....on
the outside of her dress. Squinting into the sun, I looked up at her and, in
a voice that suddenly sounded squeaky to me, I said it...very, very
simply....
"I love you, Anita!!"
She froze under my hand; she even stopped breathing for a second or two.
Then, with a long, loud sigh, she started to cry.
"Ohhhhhhhh Dave" she wailed "Oh David!!"
Her hands both went to her face as she cried. This was not exactly the
reaction I'd expected and I sure as hell didn't know what to do. Quite
suddenly, her ability to stand there seemed to drain out of her and she sat
down on the step abruptly and, leaning toward me, she buried her face in my
chest, continuing to cry and blubber.
I could feel the wet of her tears through my t-shirt but, after several
minutes, the tremors of her weeping gradually subsided and she regained some
control. Finally, wiping her tears on my shirt, with back and forth
movements of her head, she looked up at me with glistening eyes and a smile
that threatened to break her face.
"Oh Dave!!" she said with a quivering voice "Oh Dave, I hoped.....I was
afraid.... I...I... I wanted to hear yu say that so much and I was
afraid....and....and....Oh God, is it true yu broke James' jaw?? Cousin Mike
says yu really did a number on that drunken old fart ! Dad says maybe James
will have to stop drinkin' now, with his jaw broke an' all !!!......Oh
David, David.....Oh Dave, I love yu so much....I......I.....D' yu really
love me? I can't believe it....it's so
*wonderful*......It's.......Oh......Oh........!!"
I held her softly there in my arms, her head once again nestled in my
chest. We stayed there on the veranda steps for a long, long time. Every now
and then, she'd chuckle to herself and then raise her eyes to look at me and
shake her head. At least five times she'd look at me, shake her head, and
nuzzle into me again, saying "I can't believe it, Dave, it's so
wonderful..."
-//-
I know....I know....now you expect me to describe our first coupling, the
first time we fucked....made love.....whatever.....but it didn't happen that
way !!
She stayed on with me for a couple of hours that evening. We talked mostly
about how we felt and laughed about the confusion of finally understanding
how we felt about each other. I even wound up giving a blow-by-blow
description of the 'battle' with her uncle James. We kissed and hugged a lot
and I ended up with a bad case of blue-balls. But the long and short of it
was that, a couple of hours later, realizing that she was exhausted and that
I was emotionally drained after all this, I packed her in the half ton, and
drove her home.
-//-
Life went on as it had before....
Almost!!
Sure there was a lot of touching and petting and that sort of thing. And it
happened all the time again. People around us got to expect it and often I'd
see them smile and chuckle, nudging one another..."There go the lovers
again!!"
There was plenty of kissing too. Those electric kisses of hers got better
and better and I was left with blue-balls, over and over again. But these
were still closed-lip kisses; she'd described her horror at her Uncle's
tongue being forced into her mouth and I didn't want to chance her
rejection. I'd decided that I wanted things to go at her pace and I figured
she'd get to the 'open-mouth' stuff all on her own, in her own good time.
Besides the very feel of her lips on mine was a strong enough stimulant for
me, for now !!
It was like a 'first', a very early teenage romance. I know, at 35, I'm no
teenager but that's how it seemed.....that's how it felt.....and, I guess,
that's how it really was.
I yearned to touch her and slowly, over time, I did but I let her set the
pace, let her guide the progress. Yeah, we both knew where it was all
heading. We knew all along that we'd wind up in bed eventually; we knew we'd
get to sex and fucking sooner or later....but the attempted rape had left
its mark on her and I felt we'd be a lot better off not hurrying that part
of it along.... and that it would probably be well worth any wait.
And, as it turned out, it was very much worth the wait !!
-//-
Anita still followed me around to different work spots and we still spent a
lot of time together on walks, swimming, and riding around the countryside,
in my half-ton; and several times on horseback. But she always went home at
night and always slept there. Several times I thought her dad seemed
concerned and many times he'd ask "Everything okay between you guys? No
lovers quarrels or nothin' ?"
Looking back, I think he was confused. Here the two of us were obviously in
love but we didn't sleep together ....well not at night, at least....she was
always home nights!! It never occurred to him to be upset that his daughter
was only fourteen and seemed to be 'fucking around' with a thirty-five year
old man; that was an accepted thing somehow; whether accepted in the sense
of a common Res happening or accepted in just this case, was never clear to
me....not even to this day. Over the upcoming years, I was to see this sort
of thing happen, time and again but only once (the girl was pregnant and her
older lover decided to move on)...only that once did I see it come to a bad
end.
-//-
One weekend morning I was working in the yard....splitting firewood to be
exact. It was hot and I'd worked up a good sweat but I was enjoying it and
the feel of the workout my muscles were getting. Between splitting logs, I
heard the familiar sounds of a vehicle stopping, slam of the door, and then
the vehicle going on up the road.
"Must be Anita" I guessed outloud and went back to the firewood.
Not long afterward, I heard her humming and her footsteps hurrying on the
road and then she appeared around the spruce, at the last turn. Today she
was wearing a new halter-top and shorts combination that dragged my eyes to
her long legs and rounded butt and held them there; then dragged them up to
her small but beautifully shaped chest and held them there as well. Confused
eyes is what I had but, oh what a lovely confusion it was!
She didn't say anything. She knew I'd seen her. She'd seen the appreciation
of her new clothes in the look in my eyes and smiled slightly, in
acceptance. But talk didn't seem to be required right then, somehow. She sat
on the firewood pile and watched me wield the axe.
I went back to the firewood splitting for a while but then, brushing the
sweat out of my eyes, I turned toward her, catching her looking at me with a
look I hadn't noticed before; slight smile on her lips, her eyes vacant and
staring, her tongue unconsciously flashing over her lips now and then.
"What????" I said, "What's so interesting??"
She kind of snapped out of it and, standing, moved toward me, her smile
lighting up her face.
"Oh nothin" she replied, "Nothin' a'tall...nothin'!!"
"Come on!" I said back to her "Out with it !! You're looking at me
like....well like the cat that swallowed the canary or something. What's
up????"
By now, she was in front of me. I still had the axe in my hands, its head
resting on the ground.
"Well" she said "I was just lookin' at your muscles an' yer sweatin' body
an' sayin' to myself 'That's a great hunk of man, that!!....An' he's all
mine!!' "
Her arms snaked up around my neck and she pulled my face down to hers. Our
lips touched and the usual sparks of current flew. Our chests met and I
could feel the soft cushions of her breasts and her hardened nipples pushing
through her halter top into me. Electric currents were being transferred
there too !
Then, by God, her lips opened slightly and her tongue made that first trip
between my lips, into my mouth, seeking my tongue. Remember, now, this had
never happened before; this was a virgin first. The top of my head felt like
it was going to blow right off. The sensation of her hot, wet tongue on my
lips, in my mouth, touching my tongue had me trembling and shaking. The axe
handle dropped from my hands and, vaguely, I heard it hit the ground.
I couldn't get over it....it was so unexpected. I went from soft to
steel-hard in about three seconds flat !! I'd wanted this for a long time
and, by now, was beginning to think she'd never get over her
hang-up......Then....now.....right out of the blue, she did it........!
My arms wrapped around her slim, sun heated body and slowly I pulled her
softly but firmly against me, until I felt her breasts flatten even more
against my chest and those delicious feeling nipples digging even harder
into me.
She moaned into my mouth and squirmed her body up against mine. Out tongues
duelled and probed and sparks, seeming as big as golf balls, shot into my
brain and lit up the back of my eyes.
I think I may have contributed to the moaning too. Hell, in fact I know I
did !
The pressure of her flat little tummy on my erection was excruciating and
my thigh, somehow between her thighs, pressed into her molten hot groin. The
kiss went on and on and on. Our bodies pressed and squirmed against each
other, the sexual feeling mounted and mounted; one peak surpassed by the
next, and the next, and the next.
Suddenly, her body tensed; her thighs shook and individual muscles jerked
and spasmed, as did the rest of her small body up against me. She was in the
midst of an orgasm, the first I'd ever caused, and I could both feel and
hear the strong satisfied wail that passed from her mouth to mine, our lips
still locked together. My thigh ground into her pelvis, feeling the soft
flesh rolling against it; her soft, flat belly undulated and twitched over
my straining erection.
Her orgasm, sparked mine and, with simply the pressure of my erection on
her belly and the spasm of her stomach muscles against my straining cock, I
came....sperm shooting out of me, in what seemed like buckets, and being
deposited in my shorts and underwear.
That was the first time we'd reached an orgasm together and I can only say
it *was* well worth the wait.
I've looked at that spot beside the chopping block many times since and
thought of building some sort of a shrine there.
Told her about it once, later on....
She laughed and agreed we might well do that......someday!!!
-//-
From that day forward, things changed. We still didn't make love 'all the
way' but we touched and felt each other continuously. It seemed I had a
five-star erection every second she was around. We did everything but
actually make love.
On walks, we'd stop on the trail and kiss. The kisses would lead to
caresses and the touching and feeling of each others body would lead to
heavy embraces; bodies churning against each other. And that first time, at
the chopping block, was not the last time I wound up with semen soiled
shorts and underwear.
Out there on that trail, the sun dappled light, the smell of the spruce in
the hot summer air, the sounds of squirrels and chipmunks in the trees
around us, even the occasional yip of a coyote off in the distance....even
today, when I walk in a forest area like that, well....well frankly I get a
hard-on, just from the sights, smells, and noises of the forest.
Eventually, I got around to touching her and bringing her off, through her
shorts or jeans, and got to be quite the expert at doing it. For Anita, it
took a bit longer. Her experience with her uncle left her very hesitant
about touching me; even through my shorts or pants. Uncle James, bless him,
had accused her of starting it all and had told her dad that she'd grabbed
him there.
"She's nothin' but a cock-grabbin', cock-tease! Deserves what she gets, the
little cunt !" were his actual words.
So, when the time finally came and she reached out and touched my cock,
through my shorts, I just froze. I didn't want to do anything to frighten
her off and I certainly *wanted* to be touched there, by her....preferably
over and over again!!!
We'd been fooling around on the trail to the lake again. Things had gone
from kissing, to feeling, to squirming bodies on the ground. We were both
covered in dust, dirt, and grass stains and I'd just fingered her to orgasm.
This time things had been a little different because, pushing the envelope,
I let my fingers slip inside the leg of her shorts and had played with her
through her panties until she shuddered to a strong orgasm.
Now was a 'time-out' and we were sitting side by side on a log beside the
trail. I hadn't cum and was sporting a semi-erection that was more than
obvious, under my shorts. I was attempting to brush the dead grass and dust
off her clothes (and copping a feel, as I did ) and she'd begun to do the
same for me....brushing off my clothes that is.
Anita brushed some straw off of my shorts leg and then reached back again
to remove a large piece of straw from the same area. I don't think she gave
it a thought, until she realized that the straw lay on the outline of my
penis and it (my penis, not the straw) involuntarily twitched, as she
touched it with her finger tips. I'm not even sure whether or not she ever
got that wonderful piece of straw off me there. I've always thought it had
found a great place to lodge and it led to...... well....even 'bigger'
things! (Pun intended)
Startled, she pulled her fingers back but, then glancing up at me and
smiling shyly, she slowly reached out and put them back where they'd come
from. Even the slight pressure of her light touch made me swell into a full
fledged hard-on; like right now!!
Still watching me and carefully taking in my every reaction, Anita traced
the length of my quickly hardening cock, startling and giggling each time it
jumped or twitched. I tried to watch her face and I tried to watch her
moving fingers. I lost at both. My eyes squinted, then closed and my head
went back on my neck and I let out a deep sigh, as I let those wonderful
sensations wash over me.
She told me later that, the sight of me so very into the sensations she was
causing in me, made her feel very powerful; made her realize what she could
do to me, how wonderful she could make me feel.
We moved two very quick stages that day!!
Her small fingers, joined her other hand, left my penis and quickly found
the clasp of my shorts and then undid the zipper. Her hands tugged on the
waistband and, needing no further encouragement, I raised my hips so she
could pull down the shorts. My underwear (thank God) went down with the
shorts and my penis, as fully erect and as throbbingly hard as it would ever
(in this life) get, snapped out and up along my stomach.
That, I suspect, hadn't been in her plans!! She'd figured to have the
underwear between her fingers and my rampant penis. I could almost hear her
say to herself "Oh well, might as well make the most of it....can't stop
now!!!"
Her finger tips touched me gently, moved a distance down my trembling
penis, moved away, and then startled me by coming back and taking a firm
grip on me, with her fingers wrapped around as far as they would go. The
feel of her warm grip around me there, generated some pretty strong
reactions in my whole body but the sound of her voice, very quite and very
low, drove me wild.
"Oh Dave, it's so soft....so hard....so hot to touch....oh so soft and
smooth......Why did I wait so long?? It feels wonderful and it looks so
beautiful!!!"
It just blew me away, hearing her say that; it just blew my mind !!!!
Anita had no experience in jerking a guy off and I remember thinking that,
now we were this far along, teaching her the do's and don'ts was going to be
fun. But, what she lacked in experience, she certainly made up for in
tenderness and lovely soft spoken words, as her hands and fingers worked
their magic on me.
"Does that feel good, Dave....???"
"Am I doin' it right, Dave....???"
"Yuh like it best when I touch this part under the head, don't yuh!!!"
"Oh, yes yuh do, I can see that...!!!"
"What's that coming out the top, huh?"
"Can't hear what yer saying, Dave, yer not talkin' too clear...yer words
are all jumbled up.....!!!"
"Oh, yuh like it when I touch the sac too, don't yuh ! Yes, yuh like it a
whole lot when I run my fingernails over it like this, don't yuh!!!....Oh
gosh, you *really*, *really* do, don't yuh !!!!" ......Giggle, giggle.
"No, no...don't try to talk, Sweetheart, I know yuh can't concentrate on
talking now... nooo, just enjoy how my hands feel when I do this....and
this!!!"
"God, Dave you okay?? You're shaking like a leaf!!!....You okay??"
"Oh My God!!!! It's shooting all over the place...and it goes soooo
far...it's all over my hands, Dave, and it makes everything' so hot and
slippery!! Oh, yes.......it's good, isn't it my sweet, sweet David!!"
And, finally..................
"Did that feel good, Sweetheart?? Oh Dave, I love yuh so much!!! I just
love makin' yuh feel good like that!!! Was it okay???....Did I do it
right???....I love yuh David, I love yuh so much!!!"
Through all of this my mind just kept say the words
"Yes!.....Yes!!.....Yes!!!" over and over and over again but the sound
couldn't seem to get out of my mouth..
Good Lord *did* I ever like it...and her love was obvious.
We cleaned up some. Well, as best we could (I think I'd cum over everything
in a ten foot radius) and we stayed there until we had to go back; until the
daylight was fast disappearing and the trail just a smudge between the
trees.
We walked slowly back to my place and cleaned up properly and I drove her
home.
~//~
Next day, Anita came over bright and early, dressed in a skirt I hadn't
seen before and a light sweater.
Yeah! Early!! It was a dull, low-cloud day and rain was in the air and she
was rapping on my door before I was hardly out of bed and just making my
coffee.
We sat at the kitchen table and drank coffee and, despite the rain that
started up, shortly after she got there, we were laughing and playful with
one another. No rain could dampen our spirits that day; even when it began
to come down in torrents, making a constant battering sound that echoed
inside the house.
There was a wood-stove in the kitchen. A pot-bellied gizmo, meant for heat,
not cooking and I loaded it up and got a fire going. The stove soon had the
kitchen warm and cozy, taking the moist rain-chill out of the air and it was
a lot more comfortable, sitting there, drinking our coffee.
No! I don't recall what we talked about. It was important stuff really...to
us... but it probably ran the whole range of life, love, people, and history
(mine and hers), as it usually did. And time just seemed to disappear; one
minute it was morning - next we were feeling hungry and discovered it was
afternoon already. We ate lunch out of the refrigerator and various
containers and boxes, there at the kitchen table; .leaving the dirty dishes
and containers where they fell, so-to-speak.
I do remember that it was kind of gloomy in the kitchen but we didn't turn
on any lights and I remember the radio playing in the background (I always
have it on....it's a long-standing habit that comes from living alone). At
one point, I remember hearing a flash of the newscast. It was something
about "Strong winds and heavy rain...bla, bla, bla...roads washed out in
some areas...bla, bla, bla....police say travel is not recommended!!"
We looked at each other with a "What was that??" in our eyes but neither of
us had the answers. Was it around here they were talking about or someplace
else?? I got up and turned the radio up louder but the newscast was over and
wouldn't be repeated for half an hour, at least.
That's what we thought!! We went back into our "everything" conversation
and, just a minute or two later, were suddenly interrupted by:
"This is a dangerous weather warning. Heavy rain and strong winds are
expected to give dangerous conditions throughout this broadcast area. Travel
is not advised. Rain has washed out several roads in the 'XXX" area (OURS)
and police are warning that vehicle travel should only be used in extreme
emergencies........More news on this, as it comes into our newsroom."
We were suddenly aware that there was a world out there and, looking
through the kitchen window, overlooking the veranda, we could see great
sheets of rain being whipped by gusting winds....and little else, as the
sheeting rain brought the visibility to almost zero.
Well, there was nothing to do but wait it out....it was still early
afternoon and things had lots of time to improve, we reasoned.
We were soon back into our own conversation and, somehow, prompted by I
know not what, the conversation got around to sex and how many girls in
Anita's school were pregnant and who ('though most of their names meant
little to me) the daddies were. In some cases I gathered there was a
brother, a cousin, and in one case an uncle responsible. It was obvious that
Anita was disturbed by it but it was equally obvious that she was also upset
about how easily it could happen, here on the 'Res' So many related and even
unrelated families living together in one house and the parents were out at
jobs and at bingo so much of the time. She could see hundreds of
opportunities; since the kids didn't have anything to do most of the time
and they often just stuck around home.
And, she went on, the kids knew so little about sex and pregnancy (avoiding
it, that is). The little that got taught in school was so watered down, kids
just plain didn't understand it and, if anything, it made them even more
curious about their bodies and the feelings they were having.
She kept repeating that the so called sex education didn't start early
enough anyway. Most kids had started to burn hormones long before they got
taught anything in school. To her, most of the sex-ed came from older
brothers and sisters and, generally, they were almost as confused as the
younger ones they were 'teaching'.
We sat in silence for a time, listening to the storm rage outside, then
Anita (after a couple of false starts) said to me:
"Dave? Can you teach me about sex?? I know we've been foolin' around an' I
love it with you - but I really don't know much about guys and their parts -
and I don't understand how they think; except maybe you. They don't look at
stuff like girls do....like feelin's and babies an' stuff like
that............Please??"
"Okay...I guess I could do that but you'll have to tell me what you know
already..... maybe we should start from there!" was my uncertain reply.....I
didn't want to say 'no' but I wasn't anxious to take any kind of 'parental'
position here either. Parental was not how I felt about this girl. And that
was putting it mildly!
Anita described what she knew and, with a little prompting, went into some
necessary detail. She knew the basics and, having been around at several
births, she knew a lot of those particulars, from that point of view.
As the conversation went back and forth, I realized that, where she was
missing some of the links was in the interaction between male and female.
Although she knew males were attracted to her body, she didn;t understand
why or to what degree. She considered herself 'too skinny', her 'titties
were too small' and guys seemed to be attracted to the bigger boobs. I
explained that some guys were attracted to big boobs and some to little
ones; some guys were butt men and others were turned on by long, slinky
legs; some were even turned by 'fat' girls; that, no matter what your build,
there were guys out there who would be turned on by it.
I tried to explain and made the point that many, if not most males,
wouldn't be able to tell her exactly why they were attracted to a particular
female; it's not something you consciously think about; you're attracted and
your mind and hormones tell you so. They certainly don't offer you any
explanation....all you know is you want 'that '!
She didn't know about 'smell' either. Most people (males and females) don't
know about 'smell' and, unfortunately, most females think their 'smell,' the
one that attracts males, comes from the perfume they wear.
I went about explaining it, as I understood it: Thousands of years ago, the
sense of smell was much, much stronger in humans than it is today and they
could smell another person and knew if it was 'family', 'group', or
'outsider' that they smelled. They didn't have to see the person or even be
all that near them; they could smell and identify family, a member of the
group, or a mate. The male knew if it was a female he smelled in the
distance and he could tell if she was receptive to sexual advances or not;
just as easily as he could tell if she was a member of his group or an
outsider, a potential enemy.
Today, I told her, people can still smell one another but not nearly as
well nor, most of the time, were they even conscious of it.
"Have you ever been put off by a person....a guy or girl....just from
meeting them or sometimes feel uncomfortable around them and decide you just
plain don't like them?? You don't really know the person and you realize you
don't want too???" I asked her.
Anita agreed that this had happened to her; she'd never been able to stand
uncle James, for example....he always, even before the rape attempt, put her
off....made her feel uncomfortable. And, there were other people she had
taken sort of an 'instant' dislike to.
"Maybe" I suggested to her, "Just maybe, unconsciously you can smell them
and maybe their smell puts you off. You aren't aware of smelling but you do
and, maybe, it's not to your liking??"
She mulled that over for a time and then announced that she guessed it made
sense to her.
Then, obviously thinking about it all, she became very silent and, just
when I was going to ask what was going on in her head, she suddenly said to
me:
"Dave? How do *I* smell to you?? I'm not wearing perfume and I had a shower
this morning. Can you smell me?? Do I smell good to you? I hope!!"
"Did you use soap in the shower?? Shampoo?? Deodorant?? Do your clothes get
washed in laundry detergent?? Are they fresh put on this morning???" I asked
her.
"Well, sure I use soap, and yeah I washed my hair with shampoo and I hope
my clothes got done in detergent. They wouldn't get very clean otherwise,
would they?? And, yes, I put these on fresh today!!"
"Just the point !" I said, "Every one of those things you washed yourself
with or your clothes were washed in is probably perfumed and that hides your
real smell from noses that have lost their ability to smell things like they
used to a long time ago!!"
"So, when you're near me, all yuh can smell is my shampoo or the soap I
used??"
"No!" i said, "I think that, subconsciously, when I'm real near you, I can
smell the real you and I must like it 'cause I'm always wanting to be near
you and touching you!!!"
She came over and sat on my lap and putting her arms around my neck and
snuggling in under my chin, she said, "How do I smell now??"
"I can smell your shampoo! It's very nice!" I replied.
"But ME!!" she said "Can't yuh smell the real smell of *me*??"
"I don't honestly know," I said to her "Can you smell me....the *real*
me??"
"You smell good to me, yes, but I think I'm smelling yer shower soap or
aftershave. But I want yuh to smell the real me!! I want to know that yuh
*like* the smell of me!! There *must* be a way!!"
I thought about it for a few minutes. I knew what I wanted to say to
her....but I didn't want to frighten her or anything. But then I realized
that we'd come a long way already and it seemed she was ready for this new
stage. At least, I certainly hoped I was right!!
"There's one way I know of to smell the *real* you," I said quietly, "You
might find it a bit much 'though; so, if you decide you don't want to, we
can stop at any point....that okay??"
"Okay" she said, rather tentatively, after a brief pause.
I put my hand under her chin and brought my lips to hers. The kiss started
slowly but built up to one of those open-mouthed squirmers that had us
moaning and clutching at one another pretty quickly.
After it had gone on for a bit that way, I reached down and slid my hand up
the inside of her leg...higher and higher on the inside of her thigh. With a
sigh, she relaxed and spread her legs a little to provide me better access.
My hand softly caressed her thigh, moving a little higher all the time (so
soft, so very warm and smooth) until I felt the material of her cotton
panties brush the back of my hand. She gasped but made no move to stop me.
In fact, her legs parted even a little bit more. My fingertips traced her
slit through the cotton....from top to bottom and back, over and over. I
could feel her pussy lips swell under my touch and was delightfully aware
that the lower portion was leaking secretions that dampened her panties to
my touch.
Anita moaned into my mouth and moved her bottom on my lap. My fingers
played on, gradually pressing the cloth of her panties into her now wet
little slit. I concentrated for a time on the top of her pussy, locating and
gently stroking the largish bump I found there, at the apex of her lips. Her
squirming and moaning told me she desperately wanted the direct touch of my
caressing fingers.....and I obliged, slipping my fingers underneath the
material of her panties.
When my fingertip touched her uncovered and swollen pussy lips and found
their way to her clitoris, she went absolutely rigid. Then, with another
long moan into my mouth, she pressed her hips upward causing her clit to be
pressed flat by my finger. A strong orgasm hit her even more suddenly that I
had expected and, I believe, long before she expected it. As the orgasm
played out in her body, I kept my thumb moving over her clit but pressed my
fingers lower into her slit, sliding in the wet, hot secretions, into her
hole and up until I felt her virgin seal.
Gradually, she came down from never-never land and relaxed in my arms. I
drew my fingers from her tiny hole and carefully brought them up to my nose.
They were dripping with her fluids and gleaming wetly, in the muted light of
the kitchen.
When she finally relaxed, her eyes, with a slightly dazed and loving look,
opened looking up at me and she noticed my fingers!! I could see the
comprehension slowly fill her eyes as she realized where these glistening
fingers had been and what made them gleam so, even in the reduced light of
the room.
Bringing my fingers right under my nose, I inhaled deeply and (for effect)
loudly and then, bringing one of the fingers to my mouth, I cleaned it with
my tongue. Her eves widened with surprize, as she watched me in curious
fascination.
"That is how you smell" I said softly to her "And that is how you
taste....and I love both very, very much!!"
With that, I gently brought my uncleaned finger under her nose to smell.
She started to back away and then, realizing it wouldn't hurt her in any
way, she moved back and sniffed the finger loudly.
"Not bad, I s'ppose" she said and, sticking out her tongue, she sampled the
taste.
"Could taste better.....but not too bad, I guess!!"
Then she laughed softly to herself and, looking back into my eyes, she
said:
"What do *you* taste like, David????"
-//-
The words were no sooner out of her mouth, when the phone rang. This was a
pretty unusual occurrence around here. The thing hardly ever rang!! I used
it for a few outgoing calls and, once in a while, had someone call me back
with information I needed. Other than that, unless I had it connected to the
computer and my e-mail service, it didn't get used.
Answering the phone, I found myself talking to Jessie, one of Anita's older
sisters. "Is Anita there??"...."No, don't need to talk to her, it's just mom
was worried 'cause of the storm an all. Dad's stuck in town an' can't get
back here. The road's out down by Chester Cardinal's place. Got washed out
by that creek that runs through his place!"...."Just a sec'"......"Yeah, mom
says Anita ought'a stay put there until this storm's done and she won't be
worrin' knowin' she's there with you."......"Well, talk t' yuh later!! Tell
Anita 'Hi' for me!! Sure is some storm out there, huh??"..... "See ya!!"
That was around three o'clock. The storm raged on for another hour and,
around four, it began to peter out. By five thirty, the dark clouds were
gone and it even looked like the sun might make it through.
Meantime, Anita and I snuggled under a blanket, on the couch, in the
livingroom. We dozed part of the time and only really came to when there was
another news-flash on the radio. The storm had really devastated the whole
area and roads had been washed out all along Secondary 826 (the one that ran
by this place) but crews were already out and all the major roads should
(they hoped) be open by midnight. Power and telephone were out in various
areas and crews would tackle those, when they could get their equipment into
them.
There was a big bay window in the livingroom that faced South and West and
we were awakened from our dozing by the bright sunlight streaming in through
it. It was like suddenly being on stage, in a spotlight. The sunshine,
shattered by the droplets of water still clinging to the window glass,
twinkled and the now bright room showed its lack of dusting, even to my
unsophisticated eye.
Anita stirred in my arms, mumbled something incomprehensible, and shucked
off the blanket.
"Too warm now!" she mumbled again.
Looking at her curled in my arms, head snuggled into my chest, I was struck
again by how absolutely beautiful she was. Her shiny, black hair, tousled a
bit by the dozing and snuggling under the blanket, framed her pretty face.
Her slim but very nicely rounded figure was apparent, even in her curled
position. Her long, slender legs were tucked under her and her skirt had
ridden up to about three-quarter thigh.
"Hey, beautiful !" I said, poking her softly with my finger, right about
where I figured her bellybutton to be, "Time to wake up !"
"UGgggg !!" That tickles !!" she said, laughing and trying to squirm away
from my finger.
"Does, huh??" I chuckled, "Well then....wake up !!" and I proceeded to
tickle her more forcefully.
She laughed and squirmed, trying to get away.....but not *too* hard I
noticed....and then she tried tickling me back. Next thing I knew we were
both squirming all over the couch and, several times, were in danger of
falling on the floor. As this went on, I found myself becoming more and more
aware of her body; the way her legs shot out from under her dress, flashing
quick pictures of her pantie covered buttocks and hips. And the way the soft
globes of her breasts stood out in her light sweater, as she arched her
back.
More and more, I found myself being turned on by this little fourteen year
old temptress, writhing and wriggling here in my arms. Eventually it got the
better of me and, pinning her arms behind her, I brought her up flat against
me and kissed her, full on the lips. As soon as my lips touched hers, the
play-fight stopped. I released her arms and they immediately wound
themselves around my neck and her hips flattened against me. Her mouth
opened slightly and my tongue found hers.
Things heated up in a hurry and I felt an all consuming need to touch her
everywhere, to mould her body into mine, to feel her hot skin under my
hands. I was filled with pure, unbridled need for her. No longer cautious of
frightening her, I think my subconscious had concluded that she no longer
needed getting used to sex and sensuality. And her very next words proved my
subconscious was absolutely right !!!
"Dave?".............she said, with a little hesitation in her voice.
"Dave !".......she said with a bit more conviction.
"David !!!!!" she said, all hesitation, all lack of conviction, gone,
"David, get naked for me! Take all yer cloths off !! I wan'a to see yer
body. I wan'a to look at yuh and touch yuh.... everywhere !!"
"HUH !!!" was all I could think of to say to this very unexpected demand.
"Please, Dave......please?????
Slowly it sank in !! Now, finally, Anita had thrown caution and fear to the
winds, she had become, more or less, uninhibited. The look in her eyes told
me that she was full of sexual need and had become completely caught up in a
new world, one of sensuality; to the point where I worried that even this
dirty 'old' man wouldn't be able to keep up with her....
"You too, okay??" was my only counter position.
Her answer was quick and conclusive. She grabbed the bottom of her sweater
with both hands and, in a flash, it was over her head, off her arms, and
gone someplace across the room.
No bras !!
As she started to look for the side zipper on her skirt (it had gotten
twisted around her somehow), my eyes took in those lovely breasts. They were
smallish but beautifully pear-shaped mounds, topped by very puffy aureole
(they rose easily an inch from the surrounding flesh) and again topped by
deep red nipples, swollen and extended over an inch outward and upward,
directly at me.
I stood there, unmoving, my eyes locked on her magnificent breasts, my
hands itching to reach out and feel them.
"Hey!!" she said, "Git with it!!. Yer supposed to be strippin' too!!"
My eyes left that delicious picture of those wonderfully shaped breasts,
that jiggled a bit with her movements. She had found the zipper, got it
undone and was in the process of lowering her skirt over her hips. As she
leaned forward to get the skirt down, her small breasts swung forward and
outward and...Oh Jesus, Mothering Christ....my eyes locked to them, like a
mouse hypnotized by a snake (not the best analogy, perhaps, but you know
what I mean).
"Hey there Buster !!" she broke through my trance, "Yer supposed to be
gettin' undressed too.....Yuh need help????"
At this, she stood and I watched helplessly as her skirt tumbled down her
legs and pooled at her feet; leaving her in nothing but her abbreviated
panties that, twisted and pulled into her crack as they were, left very
little to the imagination.
My eyes slowly traversed the whole of her; from her confident smiling face,
to her breasts standing proudly from her chest.....to her tiny waist,
flaring into beautiful hips.....to her long, long legs framing that
delicious mound that was almost as defined as if absolutely naked.....her
panties, darker with her juices at the crotch and accenting her pussy lips
and small but deep looking slit.
"DAVID !!" her voice interrupted my survey.
I dragged my eyes away from her body and brought them upward, to her
shining face. Her smile was beaming and very, very confident now as she
swing-hipped toward me, that beautiful young body undulating, breasts
jiggling slightly, and hips rolling, as she covered the couple of yards
between us. I was lost. I could not take my eyes off that beautiful body.
Could not !!!!
Her hands pulled my t-shirt over my head and then, slowly running her palms
down my chest and stomach, she tackled the shorts and underwear. In very
short order I was naked, my excruciatingly hard cock swinging in the air, in
front of me.
Her breasts fascinated me no end. My hands came up and cupped them, testing
their weight, my thumbs making a bee-line to her magnificent nipples and
strumming over them, their hot rubbery feel sending shocks of pleasure
through me. My cock twitched and jumped, as it touched the skin of her soft
belly.
"Daviddd !!" she practically hissed "Hands off me, Buster. It's my turn !!
I want to touch yuh. You can wait !!"
And, with that, with some obvious reluctance, she pushed my hands away from
her fascinating breasts.
Holding on to my hands (they'd have been all over her again otherwise), she
led me slowly back to the couch. It had to have been slow because my limbs
seemed frozen, uncoordinated. My eyes continued to drink in her slightly
jiggling breasts, the beautiful motion of her hips and butt, and those long,
wonderfully constructed legs.
At the couch, she sat and moved my still standing body closer to her,
between her spread knees. For a time, she continued to hold my quivering
hands and just looked at me...her eyes traversing my body, up and down.
Those eyes soon centred themselves on my twitching penis, right there in
front of her face; no more than three or four inches from her lovely,
smiling mouth. Her mouth was slightly open and tremendously inviting. I
would have gladly given ten years of my life, just to be able to press my
cock between those swollen lips and.to feel the hot wetness of her mouth
around me; the stroking of her tongue licking against and around the head of
my aching flesh.
Little Anita had ideas and things she wanted to do!!
-//-
Her hands stroked softly down my sides and came to rest on my hips. She
leaned her head toward me and kissed the very tip of my penis. Those
slightly wet and very warm lips were like a branding iron; the shock of her
touch sent tremors through me that started where her lips touched and
coursed from there, through my cock and radiated outward, throughout my
whole body. It was like a 20,000 volt shock; like what I imagined part of a
seizure might involve. My testicles lurched in my tightening scrotum and
muscle contractions were being transmitted from one section of my body to
another.
Her soft, warm hands slid forward from my hips and came together in my
groin. Her fingers flaring outward, encompassing my scrotum and the area
surrounding the base of my continuously twitching cock. Bringing her fingers
together, nails scratching gently through my hair against the skin, she
raised her hands slightly, causing my whole penis and the sac beneath them
to be raised upward and away from my body. At the same time she leaned even
a little closer and, turning her head slightly to one side, brushed the full
length of me across her downy smooth cheek. Again, the spread of muscle
contractions moved through me; again the raising of the hairs at the nape of
my neck. Her long, loose, shiny black hair caressed and tickled my skin, all
the way from my upper thighs to just below my knees.
My head lolled forward on my neck, my mouth slack, my eyes barely open but
focused, on the back of her head below. My knees felt like they were made
of recently-set jello and every nerve ending, throughout my entire being,
tingled and reacted to her slightest movement.
Had I died there and then, I would have considered it well worth the
price!!!
Over and over, she brushed her cheeks, first one then the other, over me.
Each time she switched sides, I could feel her nose and lips pass over my
straining penis. On several of those passages, I felt her lips open and her
tongue snake out, leaving a wet trail across me, cooling in the air and her
long hair continued to caress me from groin to knee.
It was nothing short of heaven and, although anxious to raise the ante in
this sensual poker game, I was too bemused by her actions to do anything
more than simply be there and loose myself in the feelings she was
generating throughout my trembling body. I remember thinking that, although
(in past experience) a touch or caress can thrill you to the very roots,
repetition fades the feeling rather quickly. In this case, however, I found
the thrill gaining in power as it went on and on, as I watched her head move
back and forth and felt the touch of her so soft cheek skin against me. I
have no doubt in my mind that, had she continued these movements much
longer, I would have cum like gang busters all over her pretty little face.
I realized, somewhere in my subconscious, that with so little experience,
Anita would have no idea that I was nearing orgasm. I was beginning to
figure on just letting nature take its course, when, quite abruptly, she
stopped. Raising her head and bringing her eyes up to mine, she looked at me
and, I could swear, assessed the 'damage.'
The sight of me, eyes squinted and a look of pure concentration on my
face....mouth partly open (and probably drooling) brought a very satisfied
smile to her lovely face. Her grin grew, encompassing her whole face and her
dark eyes lit up with a delicious glee, at my 'discomfort.' Evidently she
was having the desired effect and was very pleased with what she saw !!
"So beautiful !!" she said, in a low husky voice, more to herself than to
me. "So, so beautiful !!"
Slowly she brought her small hands (both of them) around and encircled my
red, throbbing shaft and, pulling it gently to one side, brought her eyes to
within a couple of inches, examining it in minute detail. Using one tiny,
slim finger, she stretched the foreskin to its maximum and, using an equally
tiny looking finger from her other hand, traced the ridged centre of pure
nerve fibre, from just below the head to the very end. My eyes squinted
shut, my head snapped back on my shoulders, neck tendons straining, and I
gasped loudly, as sensation shot through me! I couldn't breath, let alone
gasp again, as that finger lightly traced back and forth, slowly up and
down, on these nerve endings.
It was like having an all consuming fire rage through my very centre of
being; like every sensation I have ever known in my life played,
simultaneously. 'Fingers brushing over harp strings' comes to mind and the
music of their playing filled my head, weakened, my knees, and became the
only thing in this world that I lived for !! Pure heaven !!
I no longer thought of cumming or not cumming. I had no control, no
conscious thought, no life outside of those small soft fingers. I could have
cared less if the world ended or that I was blown away by the winds that
howled in my brain.
As it worked out, I didn't cum....I could have....and perhaps, in a way, I
did !! But there was no ejaculation, no explosion of seed into the
air....Anita simply stopped moving her finger and left me there, a panting
heap of quivering flesh with no idea where I was or what was going on!!
"Man !!! Dave sure likes that, don't he!!!" she said in that quiet low
voice, as if talking to someone watching over her shoulder.
Her little hands now moved to my scrotum, which, in the heat of the moment
was drawing my balls up close to my body. She ran her fingers over me and
caressed me gently there, fingers softly probing the outline of each
separate testicle.
As my breathing pace gradually lowered, so did my scrotum and now, cupping
me in her smooth little hand, she weighed first one side and then the other,
commenting out loud to our 'unseen watcher.'
"They're really much heavier than they look !!." she said, as she weighed
them individually.
"All those little baby seeds in there....an', an' the way they keep rollin'
around, I think all those seeds 're anxious to get out to find eggs to hook
up with....but....I don't want 'em to just yet!!"
"They must all come up this tube," a finger tracing the path, "And then,
like they did the other day, they'd come burstin' out right here!! Makes a
terrible mess, when it comes out....but I suppose it wouldn't go all over
the place, if it was in me, would it??? One of these times, real soon, I'm
gonna have to watch 'em all come out again....Dave surely liked that....a
lot !!!"
"Kids at school all talk about 'cock suckin'' and 'blow jobs' an' the like.
Keep wonderin' about that !! Girlfriends all say that's one sure way to stop
a guy from wantin' in yer pants, 'Just give 'em a blow job Suck their cock
They'll forget all about gettin' in yer pussy and gettin' yuh knocked
up!!'.....that's what they tell me."
"Think I'd kinda like the idea of havin' it inside me 'though, .the way I'm
itching' to be full down there!"
"How do *you* taste Dave? Think I'm gonna find out now. I'm sure yuh won't
mind, will yuh Dave???"
With that last comment, she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock
straight inside !!! And, a half second later, she had half my cock in her
hot, wet mouth and her tongue started to flick back and forth on me, like
she was eating a lollipop. Next, she was sucking and applying a good deal of
vacuum to my cock and the sensations I was receiving from these fast
changing manipulations, put my brain (and cock) into sensory overload.
The sensation of those warm, wet lips devouring me....the hotness of her
mouth.....the flickering touch and caress of her tongue against me....the
bobbing movement of her head, as seen from above.....the suction, never the
same, always a little or a lot more (or less) than the moment before....the
satisfied purring sounds she produced deep in her throat (which were, I
think, unintentional on her part) produced vibrations in my cock that
heightened what I was feeling. It was grand, it was glorious, it was awesome
!!! I would have loved it to go on forever ......but, all too soon, it
ended...................
There was really no way to warn her. Everything happened so fast !! At one
point I was in control, the next I felt the seminal fluids rush up the
recently traced pathway and burst out of the top of my cock, into her mouth.
There was no more than a tiny hesitation, as the first shot exploded from
me, and she settled down to receiving my spurting cum and swallowing it, as
it built up in her mouth.
Afterward, I collapsed beside her on the couch and, drawing the blanket
back over us, she snuggled into me.
It was hours before we moved from that couch and into my bed but it was
only to sleep, not to make love. This old man had cum so hard, he was
finished for the night.
"They were right !!!" I heard Anita, chuckle to herself, just before I
dropped off into a deep sleep, "A 'blow job' does keep 'em outa yer panties
!! Damn it !!"
-//-
Next morning, the skies were blue and cloudless and the birds were singing
in the trees all around the house. I had wakened first and, carefully
extracting myself from the tangle of arms and legs we'd become overnight,
and pulling on my housecoat and slippers, I came out to make coffee; after
making a pit stop in the bathroom. My bladder was full to bursting and
wouldn't be ignored any longer.
As the rich coffee smell began to fill the kitchen, I decided to take a
look around outside and I walked out onto the veranda. Things didn't look
too different There were a couple of trees down nearby and there were
puddles in all the low spots in the driveway as well as in what passed for a
'lawn' surrounding the house. Although I stood and listened for several long
moments, there were no traffic noises from the road below or sounds of
equipment in the distance; obviously, the road was still closed and I
wondered how long it would be, before things would get back to normal.
"Mornin'!!" I heard from behind me and Anita came through the screen door
with two steaming coffee mugs in her hands. Somewhere she'd found an old
plaid, flannel shirt of mine that would have fit at least two of her.
She stood there on the veranda, screen door swinging closing behind her,
her tousled black hair framed her pretty, smiling face. Her upper body
disappeared into my old shirt and the cuffs dangled down from small
fragile-looking wrists and her tiny hands, clutching the handles of the two
steaming mugs of coffee. The shirt fell well below her knees and her lower
calf and small, bare feet were all that could be seen of her, besides her
face and hands. She looked like a waif and the whole picture was
tremendously appealing.
"Need some of this??" she asked, handing me a coffee mug.
"Sure do!!" I replied, taking the mug and immediately taking a sip.
"Thanks!!
We sat on the top step of the veranda and quietly enjoyed our coffee. There
seemed, to me, no need for conversation and even Anita was content to just
sit there, looking out over the lake below.
Although her mom and dad seemed amazed that Anita always came home and
always slept in their house, I realized that, after last night, things had
changed. She had stayed here overnight, now, and, although in the eyes of
the community we had been tagged as 'lovers' before, this was going to make
it official. I wondered what changes would come with this 'official' status
and how it would effect our lives.
Technically, Anita was still a virgin; not an untouched virgin, perhaps,
nor an 'unsullied' one....but still, technically, a virgin. But she and I
were the only ones in the world who knew that and, probably, the only ones
who would believe it. The rest of the world had drawn their own conclusions
some time back and I doubted our story (if we ever told anyone) would be
believed.
"But" I mused to myself, "Everyone seems to accept it and nobody has even
hinted that what they think we are doing is wrong. I've even had the
acceptance speeches from the Elders as well as from her mom and dad. Even
her brothers and sisters seem to accept things at face value and there's
never been even a hint of a problem."
"But" I continued talking to myself, "I'm sure that's not the end of it.
What'll her teachers think?? Several of them are 'white' and, even if they
suspected something was going on before and could ignore it, they aren't
going to be able to ignore it now. Suppose somebody makes a complaint to the
police?? What then??"
This all kept tumbling through my head and, although I knew I had no
answers, I was anxious to try to prepare for what I could see coming. About
the only answer I had, that I knew was valid, was the fact that I loved this
little girl and there was no way I would see her hurt, by me or anyone else.
Earlier, when trying to sort it all out, before I realized I was in love
with Anita, I had actually thought of quitting the job and quietly stealing
away, alone, in the night. But, when I reckoned with how strongly she felt
and what she'd been through, I knew there was no way I could do that to her.
So, I'd simply accepted my fate and stayed. Come what may, I was in it for
the long haul.
"Dave??" Anita said as those thoughts and conclusions were going through my
head, "Dave......I....uhh....I wanta move in here with yuh!! I've thought
about it a whole lot an' seems t' me with everyone thinkin' we're already
doin' it together, I should move in an' we should live here....the two of
us.....You could use someone to help out 'round here an' I could do that an'
everyone thinks......an'.....an'....Shit, Dave, I love you, yu' know, an' I
want t' be with you.... not goin' home every night an' all.......How about
it, Dave.....Please???"
See what I mean??? Things were already changing and I wasn't at all sure I
had the answers. I knew what I wanted to say. I wanted her around all the
time and I wanted her in my bed at night....but......well, I didn't want to
see her hurt or getting into anything that could hurt her down the road.
What the hell was I going to say to her??
It took at least two minutes of silence, before I tried answering her
question.
"Are you sure, Anita??" I said, sounding very parental even to me "I know
your dad thinks we're already sleeping together but what about your mom??
What about your brothers and sisters?? I really do love you, Anita and I'd
like nothing better than to wake up every morning with you in my bed, like
today, but what about the others, the rest of the world?? With you just 14
and me 35, there's going to be some hard questions asked. You're 'jail-bait'
you know and, legally, my just touching you can get me into trouble....big
trouble !!"
I said all this quietly, with my voice low and steady, and I could see her
taking it all in and mulling it over.
Again the silence and she quietly sat there on the step beside me, thinking
it all through. No childish tantrums, no impatience, no outward appearance
of upset, just calm consideration. Her response, when it finally came, was
cool, calm, and collected. She amazed me!! I knew how strongly she was
feeling.
"Dad's convinced yer screwin' me an' it don't bother him one little bit
that I can see an' I know he likes yuh a lot 'cause he's forever sayin' so
!!"
"Mom? Well, she's about the same way. I know she likes yuh a lot. She
really gives me shit, when I say 'kid' things about yuh.....an' she put me
on the pill as soon as she saw how things were goin' between us. She's
always remindin' me, every morning at home, to take the darned things an'
she talks a lot about the kids I'm gonna have an' how she hopes you won't
take me away from here. Heck, the other morning, she even got to talkin'
about her an' dad an' what he likes doin' in bed...an' tryin' to get me to
talk about me an' you !!'
"The other stuff, the law stuff, well, I don't know. We'll just have t'
find our way 'round that stuff !! I know I'm 'jail-bait' but I love you an'
the whole 'Res' knows it.....an', even when yuh didn't say it to me, they
all told me yuh loved me. They all kept tellin' me that !"
"My sisters come to *me* for advice about boys an' sex....even the older
ones !! An' my brothers? Well they just keep teasin' the hell outa me and
keep askin' am I pregnant yet??? Can they, maybe, do some babysittin' for us
anytime soon???"
"Dave.....I'm still a virgin...even if no one believes it 'sides you an' me
but I'm not a scared little girl any more an' I want to get rid of it. I
don't want t' be a virgin any more. I want t' feel you fillin' me up with
that big cock thing. Dave, let's live together....AND sleep together, the
RIGHT way....Huh???"
After several minutes had passed, each of us in our separate thoughts, I
could only turn to Anita and, giving her a soft kiss on those permanently
swollen lips, tell her how I felt.
"Okay, Anita, let's do that !!" was my answer.
-//-
A little later, after several phone calls, we found out that the road was
still out in several places and, from the best anyone could see, it would be
noon tomorrow before things got back anywhere close to normal. We were lucky
to have power and telephone; a lot of houses didn't. I had suggested to her
dad that, my truck being a 4 x 4, we might be able to get through to town.
But he wouldn't hear of it. Seems there were a lot of big trees down on the
road, wash-outs everywhere, and a lot of low spots in the roads out there
were nothing more than pure mud, down to a couple of feet.
Better we stay put, was his advice. Nobody needed another vehicle and
people stuck someplace along the road.
I cooked breakfast of bacon and eggs and we both found we were hungrier
than we thought. Afterward, we spent time on the veranda, listening to the
radio, through the open door of the house. Some good country-western (
Gordon Lightfoot and Kate and Anne McGarrigle), with storm aftermath reports
every half hour or so.
We talked a lot about Anita moving in here and things she wanted to change
about the place. It was a stark, dreary bachelor's pad, the way she saw it
and she wanted to pretty it up a bit. Now, if that isn't a typical woman, I
don't know what is !!
As we were talking, I noticed it was clouding up a bit (probably all the
moisture being drawn up by the sun) and, about an hour later, we were having
sun-showers....every now and then there'd be a sprinkle or more of rain and
yet the sun was shining at the same time.... good rainbow weather. During
one of these showers, I glanced up to see Anita unbuttoning her (my) shirt.
"Hey??" I asked, as her beautiful breasts came partially into view, in the
ever expanding vee of the opening shirt.
"Come on, Dave!! Let's have a shower!!" she said, eyes lit up like
glittering diamonds and her face all smiles.
"Come on!! Come on!! It'll be fun....I always wanted to shower in the rain
!!" she said, bouncing up and pulling off the now unbuttoned shirt.
She stood there, a vision of loveliness, shirt still in one hand and
absolutely naked. "Such a slight but beautifully rounded body." I thought
to myself, my eyes taking in this unexpected sight, "She doesn't realize the
effect she has on a man....has no idea at all !!"
Reaching down to me, her breasts dipping forward and falling away from her
chest and drawing my eyes like magnets, she tossed the shirt towards the
door and, grabbing my hand, she tugged at me until I stood.
"Come on David....come shower with me in the rain !!" she said.
I can't say I spent much time thinking about it and, kicking my slippers
behind me, I shucked off the housecoat and, hand in hand, we ran out into
the rain.
I could feel the rain drops at first. Each one left an odd shaped spatter
on my skin, as it exploded against me and a coolness, as the air hit it. The
shower was quite heavy, at that moment and it didn't take long to have us
totally wet; skin cooled as the air of our movements hit the wet surface.
Water streamed out of my hair and down my face.
I looked over at Anita several feet away from me and saw a picture of
ultimate delight, as she stood, feet apart, arms spread wide, welcoming the
rain against her. As with me, the rain plastered her hair to her scalp and
ran, in riverletts, down over her shining face. The joy of the experience
was there on her scrunched up features and she was more than obviously
enjoying herself.
She stood in the showering rain, head thrown back, face turned up into it.
Her long black hair was moulded to her skull and plastered to her shoulders
and back. She stood with her arms raised and thrust upward toward the shy,
her back arched, and her breasts flattened somewhat to her chest. In
profile, however, her nipples, hardened by the cool rain, stood erectly from
those semi-flattened breasts and the arch of her back curved back into a
gloriously rounded rear end that tucked back under itself in a wondrously
beautiful line. From the front, feet planted flat on the grass, hips pushed
forward, the line from her ribcage to her groin was a smooth and exceedingly
beautifully formed curve....and the curve of her slim thighs took over from
there, accentuating the lines above and below.
As I watched her, she began to sway and move to some slow sensuous music
inside her head. She swayed and undulated to its beat and I stood there,
water running off me, mesmerized by the sight of her.
Her eyes had been closed up to now but, turning toward me, they opened a
little and a seductive smile grew on her slightly opened mouth. She danced
in the rain, a few feet away from me, letting her body go with the beat of
the unheard music...her hips swaying back and forth and sideways, undulating
in age-old movements of seduction, her body saying 'Come to me'....'Come to
me. Take me, I'm yours'........
I stood there, completely enthralled, just watching her as she slowly moved
that lovely body to the music, gradually coming closer and closer to me. The
rain shower had stopped now and the sun reflected on her moving body, making
her brown tinged skin gleam and the droplets of water still clinging to her
glittered and flashed, as she danced.
Now, her swaying body was less than a foot from mine....maybe, six inches
from the tips of her nipples and the same from my erection, standing hard
and proud between us. Her back arched, her hips moved forward toward me, and
the tip of my cock grazed against her soft, smooth belly. She moved in slow
circles against me, my glans in constant contact with her rain-slicked
stomach. And, now, so help me God, I too could hear the music; the rush of
the blood through my veins and my short, panting breath gave substance to
the tune and the beating of my heart provided the rhythm.....a rolling of
drums.
Her skin was slippery with the rain drops but warm and soft beneath my
hands; hands with a mind of their own that, somehow, found their own way to
her butt, fingers curving back to the inside of her upper thighs. They
cupped the lower curve of her ass, fingers pressed into that small open
space, where her upper thighs framed her crotch. I could feel the heated
moistness of her. At first the slight dampness of the skin of her inner
thighs, up close against her crotch....then the wet of her juices between
the puffy, swollen lips of her pussy, as my fingers seemed to find their own
way to her core. Then the scent of her filled my nose....filled my
head....filled my world....and, my tongue, savouring the tastes to come,
licked over my lips but wanted those swelling, juice smeared lips of her
pussy, below.
Her back still arched, she leaned her weight back onto my exploring hands,
upper body still undulating and dancing between my arms. Her slim arms were
spread and bent at the elbows, moving to her inner music. Her head swayed on
her long neck, neck cords quivering, ridged and protruding, her eyes almost
but not quite closed.
My fingers parted her excitement swollen pussy lips and slid over those
secretion wet inner lips searching for her entrance and, finding it, one
finger sliding an inch or so into her hot, inner body. One of my thumbs,
meantime, was centred on her anus and moved in gentle circles over her
puckered little rear hole.
Her soft belly movements against my penis grew more erratic and were backed
by greater pressure against me. My fingers moving wetly, over and in and out
of her pussy, had a very disturbing effect on the music inside her head, she
told me later on.....and her knees began to shake, unable any longer to
support her arched body. Her arms slowly descended to her sides and her back
straightened, to the point that her face was now buried in my chest. She
leaned into me, her body reacting with muscle tightening and twitching to
the probing and caressing of my fingers; small groans and sighs escaped her
lips, as my fingers and thumbs found and played over erogenous zones, so
willingly made available to them.
More and more of her weight was redistributed to my hands, there on her
rounded bottom and, at a point where I became concerned about our falling
over, I gathered her in my arms and carried her back to the veranda. There,
I laid her on her back on a narrow old, vinyl covered, couch-like piece of
furniture (raised at one end, no back....don't know the name.... but you
know what I mean...a 'divan', I think it used to be called??). At first I
was worried about the feel of the 'cold' surface of this thing, against her
hot skin....but she didn't seem to notice it. She simply laid back, a leg to
the floor on either side of the thing, arms up and out seemingly imploring
me to fill them with my body.
Looking down on her from my standing position, the visual picture Anita
presented was outrageously erotic and left me breathless as my eyes flew
over her, unable....perhaps unwilling....to remain anywhere for more than a
few seconds. Her naked skin glowed with the heat of her arousal. Her face
was flushed and a deep pink spread from her hairline to her neck, to her
shoulders and chest. Even her breasts, somewhat flattened by her reclining
position, were an exaggerated pink and were topped by much puffier than
usual aureoles, extending into reddish-pink nipples, tips almost as large as
quarters, that projected upward another full inch. Her tiny waist flared
into beautifully rounded hips, from which her slim, lovely, long legs
projected.....wide spread, feet flat on the veranda flooring.
But the 'vee' of her groin, sparse haired, lips swollen and red, slightly
open, and glistening with her inner secretions, was the sight my eyes kept
returning to; like iron filings to a magnet....over and over again !! Her
quite large, blood engorged clitoris peeked out from the top of her slit,
wet with her juices and the deep pink inner flesh gleamed.....her inner lips
were open and inviting and the small, dark hole of her vagina passage could
be seen at the lower end of her pussy. My mouth salivated in its want to
taste this rounded mound of juicy flesh, as it would at the thought of
biting into a fresh, juicy apple; I could almost feel the juices explode
from the inner flesh, filling my mouth with its flavour, excesses running
out of the corners of my mouth, and over my chin.
I've no idea how I got there but I was suddenly on my knees....my chin
between her upper thighs....hot, moist, soft, smooth skin against my
cheeks....my mouth wide open and salivating, not an inch from her red,
swollen pussy lips....and the perfume of an aroused and beautiful female
permeating my head, causing my blood to boil with desire and the prehistoric
instincts to push my conscious mind to one side and take over control.
Turning my head from side to side, I not so gently licked the insides of
her thighs, deep into the seams beside her now extremely red and swollen
pussy...savouring the taste of her, inhaling deeply; moistening the inner
edges of those soft folds of her pussy lips with my tongue. With fingers on
either side of her pussy, I slowly spread her until I could again see the
tight passage within her and, rolling my tongue as tightly as I could, I
plunged it into her there, again and again, as deep as my tongue would go.
She grunted loudly at each intrusion of my tongue into her body and pressed
her hips up at me each time it withdrew, making her pleasure of what I was
doing to her obvious. I silently wished for a tongue that could enter her to
the very depths of her core, one that would ream her inner passage to the
hilt...but contented myself with the fact that her reactions were already
those of extreme pleasure.
I buried my nose and lips and tongue in her hot wetness, glorying in the
juices smearing my face and her smell filling my taste and my brain. She
groaned loudly and raising her head as far as she could, eyes squinting with
pleasure, tried to look down her body to watch what I was doing. Her hips
squirmed as she pushed back against my face, the tip of my nose pressed
against her clit and my lips gently chewed the lips of her pulsating pussy.
“Please,. I want to see what yer doin' to me down there” Anita said,
inter-disbursed with small groans and gasps, “God it feels so wonderful,
David .....don’t stop.......Oh, please don’t stop!!”
Slowly, I pulled my face back from her pussy. I could feel the cool of the
air on my juice smeared face as I flicked out my tongue again and again,
touching her nether lips, occasionally pushing slightly onto her vagina. My
hands splayed on either side of her mound and my fingers, wet with her
secretions, slid and slipped upward along the edges of her swollen lips
until they reached her clit. As my fingers found her extended clitoris and
began to softly caress it and tweak it, she moaned louder and louder;
grinding her hips upward and pushing back on my fingers.
“Let me watch, David....wanta’ see what yer doin'....please???” she moaned
again, unable to force her head any higher from the divan, "Wanta' see, oh
plllleassssseeeeee!!"
The words finally having meaning in my sex filled head, I replaced my
fingers with my tongue and lips and, sliding my hands upward, over her soft
smooth belly, I gripped her lower arms. Pulling gently on her arms, I raised
her into a position where, her elbows taking her weight, she could see down
over herself and watch what I was doing to her.
Once she was settled against her elbows, I slid my hands over her chest and
cupped her breasts.Slowly bringing my fingers in to their centre, leaving
wet trails of her own juices in their wake, I surrounded her hard, rubbery
nipples with my fingertips and drew them, wetly and very, very slowly, up
the length of those throbbing pieces of flesh. She moaned on a slowly rising
scale that echoed the movement of my fingertips; her upper body now writhing
along with her lower body....unable or unwilling to choose between the
sensations emanating from the one over the other.
Continuing my caressing of her nipples with my finger tips, I pressed my
face to her groin again and repeated everything I had done to her before
....while she moaned and watched, through slitted eyes....alternating
between the sight of my fingers pulling on her nipples and my mouth on her
pussy. By now the juices were flowing from her and, coupled with my saliva ,
everything was wetting the inside her thighs and dribbling down over her
anus and onto the vinyl covering, and pooling between her ass cheeks.
I watched her face contort in pleasure, as my mouth and hands played with
her small body, until I sensed a tension building and building within her.
The flesh of her vaginal passage clamped spasmodically on my probing tongue
and I could feel the muscles of her stomach and thighs alternately tighten
and relax, as sensations ripped through her. Her head thrashed from side to
side, whipping her hair back and forth over my hands there on her breasts
and her hips rose and fell in tune to my probing tongue, entering and
withdrawing from her vagina at an ever increasing pace.
When it was obvious that she was at the very brink, that an orgasm was
imminent and irreversible, I raised my face, sopping wet with her copious
juices and, catching her clitoris between my lips, sucked it hard into my
mouth; flipping my tongue over its tip as quickly as it would go. Her whole
body tensed like a steel spring stretched to its limits, her upper body no
longer on her elbows, her need 'to see' supplanted by an irresistible urge
to feel. Her whole body arched, rising from the divan like a bow, only the
back of her head, her flatly planted feet and her outstretched hands in
contact with the vinyl covering of the divan; her fingers and toes curled,
as if trying to dig into the material under her.
As a low but ever rising moan escaped her lips, rising gradually to a wail
of pleasure, her bowed frame shook and trembled, as wave after wave of
sensation passed through her, snapping her body like leaf in a summer storm.
The wail decreased into a prolonged sigh and her body relaxed, with
occasional shivers of aftershock, until she lay, entirely relaxed,
spread-eagled on the now damp surface of the divan. While I watched, her
breathing gradually turned from a hyperventilating panting to a slow regular
pace and I think she slept or dozed for a short time.....completely at peace
with the world.
-//-
Despite my continued arousal, I felt almost blissfully content and I wound
up sitting on the floor of the veranda, leaning against the divan, my head
nestled against her waist, at her side. I could feel her warm skin against
my cheek and the slowing rise and fall of her stomach as she breathed.
My contentment continued until a breeze rose, following the passage of the
most recent sun shower, and I could feel its cool passage over my rain and
sweat dampened body. Gradually, I became aware that Anita was shivering
slightly and, pulling myself reluctantly to my feet, I gathered her light
body in my arms and, with some hesitation as I fumbled the screen door
outward, I carried her inside to the relative warmth of the house.
In the process of carrying her, those slim arms wound themselves around my
neck and she snuggled her face into my neck.
I could both hear and feel her contented "MMMmmmmmmmmmmm!" into my neck, as
I carried her through the house and gently deposited her on my
bed.........where, curling into a fetal position, while I covered her with a
sheet, she proceeded to drop off into a deep sleep. I climbed onto the bed
beside her where, closing my eyes and trying to shut down my whirling mind,
I finally dozed fitfully.
-//-
About half an hour later, I became conscious of her stretching out beside
me and her now cool, soft, dry skin against me. But she simply repositioned
herself on the bed, on her back, arms above her head toward the headboard
and long legs pointed but relaxed, to the foot of the bed and settled back
again into her dream world with a little sigh.
Later, how much later I couldn't say, I woke again, this time to the feel
of a small, soft hand manipulating my erect penis and Anita, up on one
elbow, grinning over me. On my back, I could see the movements under the
sheet, as she ran her hand back and forth over me, Grinning back at her, I
laid back and enjoyed the sensations she was producing.
With God as my witness, I don't think I had deflated since Anita had first
started her dance in the rain. My penis was tremendously hard, extended
tremblingly to its fullest length and width and twitching erratically in her
soft little hand. My balls were tight in their sac and felt exceptionally
tender to her touch, as her hand occasionally came in contact with the base
of my shaft. But, although I felt constantly on the verge, I also felt as if
I could last forever and ever without cumming, without ever ejaculating.
I pushed back the sheet until I could see her small hand, wrapped softly
around me, working up and down on my shaft. I, too, am very susceptible to
the visual and the impact of seeing her hand there and watching her motion,
heightened the sensations that coursed through me tenfold.
It had the same effect on Anita, as she watched her hand slide over me. She
told me later it was almost like what she imagined watching a porno movie
would be. She felt almost disembodied from that hand, as if it had nothing
whatsoever to do with her, as she watched it glide back and forth over me:
"Oh God that's beautiful !!" she said, giggling, "Look...it's
shaking...it's....it's twitching !! I can feel it pushing against my hand
!!"
"Does that feel good Dave?? Oh....it must.....your eyes are all clenched up
and you're grinning!!" she giggled, again.
She continued to play with my penis, in utter fascination. Her face turned
serious, as her eyes followed her own hand, moving up and down my iron-hard
cock. Repositioning herself, she turned her body to get her face closer and
closer to her hand, as it played its tune on my pulsating penis. Next thing
I knew, her position brought her up on her knees beside me on the bed,
giving me an almost profile view of her beautifully rounded ass, above and
to the left of my eyes. Her knees were spread on the mattress and I used my
left hand to trace a path from her right knee, slowly and smoothly up her
inner thigh, to her crotch. My thumb finally pressed against her hot, wet
pussy lips and my fingers toyed and traced her nether lips, sliding slickly
through her slit. Gliding my thumb upward through her slickness, I didn't
stop until it pressed wetly against her anus and slowly circled that
puckered orifice as my fingers played between her swollen lips, occasionally
grazing her protruding clitoris.
Anita, grunted loudly at the touch of my thumb on her pink-brown anus and
moaned in pleasure as my fingers slid over her clit. And...I sang the same
song as her wet lips slid over the head of my cock, her tongue swirling over
my glans. We played like this, teasing one another, for what seemed like an
hour. Sensation after sensation coursed through our bodies, making us writhe
and tremble to one another's manipulations. I soon had her knees spread
widely on either side of my head and my mouth and tongue occasionally
replacing my thumb and fingers; at times, both mouth and hands played a duet
on her delectable little pussy, squirming there above me.
Time seemed to stand still; the sensations, the tantalizing smell and taste
of her surrounding me, the sound of her moans of pleasure simply went on and
on.
I'd feel her rise to orgasm and I'd back off until she'd more or less
calmed and then, slowly heating it up again, I'd go at her once more. Each
time I'd stop or slow down my touching, feeling, and licking, she too would
back off her finger, mouth, and tongue play on me and, as I'd start up
again, she would quickly follow. We rose to orgasm and slid away so often
that both our bodies were trembling uncontrollably and the sound of our
moans and cries of pleasure became the only background sound; the only sound
in our self-encased world; a world of fingers, tongues, and mouths moving,
sticky and wet, over swollen, pulsating flesh.
We both rose to a pitch where we were uncontrolled and uncontrollable.
Anita began to mumble around my cock filling her mouth. I couldn't make out
the words but I could hear the urgency. Finally, she took her mouth from my
saliva wet, twitching cock and began to lick it with broad wet swipes of her
tongue and her words became louder and clearer.
"Oh.... oh....fill..." (hot, wet tongue swiping over my pulsating prick)
"me up" (another swipe of that merciless tongue)....."Dave....Dave" (tongue
again) "put it in me" (tongue)..."fill me up" (tongue swirling on my glans,
head of me just in her mouth...then out again)...."Oh God Dave, I want you
to fuck me.....plEASE !!!! I can't wait any longer !! Oh, Dave, please fuck
me !!"
Moving my body backward, moving myself between her wide-spread thighs, I
brought myself up behind her. There was a small cry of disappointment, as
she lost her grip on my cock; my movements literally dragging it from her
mouth. Without thought, my mind completely blank of anything else besides
what we both wanted, I caught her tiny waist and flipped her over on the
bed. She grunted as her back hit the mattress and, after a second's
hesitation, she raised her arms and, knees high, feet on the bed, she opened
her thighs to the limit, spreading herself before me, to me, under me.
I watched her face, her desire and lust written on it like writing on a
page. She watched, in fascination, as I held my twitching cock and moved it
to her swollen, slightly open pussy lips and, as soon as she felt the head
at the portal to her flushed body, she forced her hips up to meet me. My
cock slid into her hot wet hole slowly; at first held back by the tight
entrance to her, then sliding quickly to her maidenhead. She gritted her
teeth and forced harder upward and, with a slight tearing feeling but with
little, if any, interruption, my pulsating tool slid up and up into her...
finally coming to rest at the very end of her passage.
There was little, if any, real pain for her. She was grinning from ear to
ear and wiggling her lovely butt from side to side and up and down, testing
her new-found filling. Reaching up, she grabbed my shoulders and levered her
body up, flat against mine.....our lips clamped open against each other,
tongues doing wild things in each other's mouth.
I began humping my hips and, slowly at first but picking up speed at her
urging, began to move myself in and out of her....relishing in the hot,
tight, wet grip of her pussy around my shaft and lost in the exquisite
sensations coursing through my body, as my cock slid in and out of her tight
passage. I was extremely conscious of the squishing sound and the wet slaps
of our bodies and the smell of her.....that unique and all-consuming scent
of her.....made me frantic with need and fed my veins with a lust I could
never describe or put into words.
Higher, ever higher we mounted that mountainside of pleasure together and ,
finally reaching the peak, we threw our selves into the void. Sperm shot up
and out of my penis and into her receptive flesh, deep inside her body. Her
body, as did mine, twitched with the pleasurable spasms of orgasm and her
hot wet cunt tightened and spasmed around my shooting prick....as if trying
to milk the thick, hot, fluid into herself.
For the first time in my life, I truly understood the French expression le
petit mort....'the little death' .....it was the most accurate and
beautifully expressed description of an orgasm that I was ever likely to
hear.
-//-
It was well past noon, when we woke. The day was sunny and the sound of the
birds could be heard through the open window of the bedroom. A slight breeze
ruffled the curtains and the sun warmed air drifted over our dozing bodies
on the bed.
I had collapsed beside her on the bed and, apart from pulling the sheet up
over us, I don't think either of us had moved an inch. Anita's slim arm lay
under my neck and curved up over my shoulder, as I lay on my stomach, facing
her. My arm stretched out over her small waist and along her hip, as she
laid there on her back, head tilted toward mine. It was warm and comfortable
there beside her and I could feel her soft breath on my cheek. Her eyes were
still closed and her tousled black hair framed her face. She looked so young
and fragile there beside me; eyes closed but a small, knowing smile on her
beautiful little face.
"I think I died and went t' heaven," she murmured softly, her lips hardly
moving, "I never knew it could be like that.......I wish we'd done it
before....a loooong time ago. It was sooooo good, David, why didn't yuh tell
me??? Soooooo good.........I'm still tingling.............all over!!!....."
~/~
The rest of the day seemed to fly by. Once we'd showered and cleaned up the
bedroom, we took a walk around the immediate area to see what damage had
been done by the storm. It wasn't too bad. There were several trees down and
several areas sloping toward the lake were partly washed out by the runoff
from the heavy rain.
We saw a family of deer in a small meadow and a big old 'porky' rattled his
quills at us as we gave him wide berth on one of the trails. There were
still no motor sounds at all coming from the road or from the fields, so the
only sounds we heard were those of old mother nature; the breeze blowing
through the trees, the low hum of the bees and insects, the chirping of the
songbirds, and an occasional sounds of some small animal we'd disturbed. The
breeze was warm and moist and fresh and carried all kinds of scents;
wildflowers, spruce and pine, and the earthy smell of disturbed soil.
We walked hand in hand, feeling no need to talk, no need to disturb the
silence. We watched as clouds of tiny flies spiralled upward on the rising
air. The grass and weeds, in the meadows we passed through, glittered with
undried droplets of moisture and, occasionally, a cloud shadow would pass
over us, darkening our world slightly.
I kept glancing at Anita and occasionally catching her glancing at me. She
looked so wonderfully happy that, even if I had not been feeling euphoric,
it would have been catching.
She had a lovely, small smile on her lips, her eyes gleamed with her
happiness, and her face and shoulders, bare in the cotton dress she wore,
were flushed a light pinky tan. Her loose black hair shon in the sunlight
and was constantly being ruffled by the breeze; every time she glanced in my
direction, she would have to raise her hand and slim, bare arm to flick her
hair away from her face. She was, I thought to myself, the loveliest
creature in this world.
It was close to two hours, before we returned to the house and I don't
think more than two words had passed between us, during all that time; we
were just content to be together, enjoying the quiet world around us.
Anita's dad called somewhere around 6 o'clock, he'd just managed to reach
home, just a couple of hours before; things were pretty much okay there but
he wanted to confirm that we were all right. I assured him we were okay and
that there were no serious problems around here; we'd be just fine for a
couple more days, maybe longer, if necessary. Then he asked to talk to Anita
and I got her on the phone, while I looked into something for supper.
Although I could hear her talking, I wasn't really listening to what she
was saying. I was trying to figure something fast and easy to eat; my
stomach was rumbling now and then and, thinking about it, I realized we
hadn't eaten for quite some time.
Her voice cut through my thoughts of food, when, in a raised tone, I heard
her say:
"What d'yu mean???" there was a pause......
"He said what ???........I don't believe it !!..........Is he drunk or
what??"
"He must be crazy !!................Okay, yeah, I'll tell him....Yes
dad...Okay.....Bye"
Then she hung up.
By now, I was standing beside her. The happy look was gone from her face
and her brow was wrinkled in thought, as she placed the phone back on the
hook.
For several moments she just stood there looking at the phone, then she
turned to me and said, very quietly:
"Uncle James is drunk again an' he stole Jake Cardinal's truck. He must be
crazy 'cause he told my sister he was comin' up here to get me....an' Dave,
he's got Jake's shotgun in the truck, an' a box of shells....an'.....an' I
don't know what to think. Dad says there's no way he can get by the
washouts, t' get here an' dad already called the police."
She was silent for several seconds and then she said, almost to herself:
"But I don't know....he's a sly one......Well, maybe he'll pass out on the
road or somethin'."
"Anita, why didn't your dad tell me that, when I was talking to him, just
now," I asked.
"Oh," she said "'Cause Jenny just got back t' the house from Jake's place
an' she just told him, when I was on the phone with him.....Sorry, Dave, I
should'a said that before."
"That God Damned son of a bitch !!" I said, "He's gonna be the death of me
yet !!"
"Don't SAY that !!" Anita practically yelled at me, "He won't make it
through the washouts an' dad called the cops...an'.....an'....Dave, I'm
scared !! That drunk bastard IS crazy....He's....He's gonna try t' get
here, I just know it....He's CRAZY !!"
"Hey now....Hey." I said to her, wrapping my arms around her small body,
"It's gonna be okay. We'll just have to figure out what to do....IF he gets
here, and I don't think he can...not in a truck on the roads, like they
are."
"Is it a 4 x4, this truck he'd driving??" I asked
"I don't know, Dave. It might be; I can't remember if it is or not," she
said. "Oh shit !! Watta we gonna do?!"
"Shhh now," I replied, "Let me think about it for a while; we'll figure
something out, don't you worry."
~//~
After a while, although I wasn't feeling hungry any more, I decided to fix
us something to eat anyhow. With Anita sitting in a chair, at the kitchen
table, I got back to making supper, although it seemed like the last thing I
should be busying myself about, right then.
We ate supper; well Anita picked at her's but, somehow, although I swear I
didn't taste a bite, mine slowly disappeared from the plate, as I mulled
over the problem of Uncle James.
It was starting to get darker, now, the sun had set and the world outside
was quiet and still. I knew that, IF James got here, it wouldn't be for some
hours yet. The washouts would slow him down and, if the truck made it
through, we'd hear it on the road from a long way off. If the truck didn't
make it and he tried it on foot, he'd be a lot longer getting here. I had
time enough to plan and there was no way I was going to let him just wander
in here and take the revenge he obviously wanted.
I was pretty sure that, in his drunken mind, he'd expect to arrive here as
a surprize and catch us sleeping; not knowing he was anywhere near here.
That, the way I read it, was the answer; that's what we had to prepare for
and turn the surprize on him.
I cleared the dishes and food away, with Anita's help, and we went to sit
on the couch, in the livingroom. We sat close beside one another and held
hands, while I talked to her. I had a hazy plan in mind and I outlined it
for her. She added bits and pieces and we filled in detail, until I was
satisfied that, what we'd figured out, might just work. The only thing that
still bothered me was the shotgun and shells, that I knew were in the truck.
Anita got right into the plan and seemed quite excited by it but I could
hear the fear and worry, still in her voice.
I got up from the couch, after we'd agreed on the plan and, going into my
bedroom, we set up the first part of what we'd planned. Taking clothes and
blankets out of the closet, we set up two mounds under the bed sheet, on the
bed. Turning out the light in the room, it looked like two people sleeping
there, once your eyes got used to the dark a bit. We shut the door almost
fully closed and left the room.
Going out to my truck, I fished around for a bit, behind the bench seat and
finally located my two-man tent and my sleeping bag. Carrying them to the
big, old spruce at the top of my drive, we spent the next half hour setting
up the tent, in a small clearing, to the side of the spruce, away from the
drive entrance.
Back into the house, I got a water bottle and filled it and some munchies,
in case we got hungry later on. Then, back to the tent, after picking up the
axe (the only kind of 'weapon' I could think of, around the place).
In the tent, sleeping bag spread under us, we settled back for what could
very well be a long, mind numbing wait. Anita cuddled into the crook of my
arm, her mouth breathing gently on my neck and we were quite comfortable
there; the ground was not too lumpy, under the sleeping bag and the
temperature, now that the sun was gone, was just warm enough not to need
anything over us. I was pretty sure that, if and when James got here, he'd
come up the drive; it was about the only clear space to come through. And,
off to the side of the old spruce, where we had pitched the tent, we were
out of line of sight from the driveway head but not out of ear shot. No, not
at all; we'd hear any noise he made and the drive was gravelled and fairly
loose.
Hours went by and, although I was intent on staying awake, I'm sure I dozed
now and then. From her heavy breathing, I was pretty sure Anita spent a lot
of the time in a restless sort of sleep.
~//~
It must have been one in the morning, when I suddenly became aware of the
sound of moving gravel. Someone or something was coming up the drive, it
sounded like and I laid there, holding my breath, trying to hear.
For a time, there'd be silence...then I'd hear something again. I'd just
about put it all down to my imagination, when I heard something scrape
passed the spruce, on the far side of the old tree. A few moments after that
came the small sound of something against the metal side of my truck and I
was pretty sure in my mind that James must be here. My hand found the axe
beside the sleeping bag; somehow it gave me a better sense of security. I
didn't care if it was just some brown bear nosing around or if it was James;
the smooth wood handle and the heft of the steel head made me feel better.
By now my heart was beating like a trip-hammer and it sounded so loud to
me, I felt sure it could be heard at least fifty feet away. The idea of
waking Anita went through my mind but I couldn't figure out how to do it,
without startling her and she might make a noise,So I laid there, up on one
elbow, gripping the axe handle tightly in a sweating hand, my heart in my
mouth.
Occasionally, I'd hear a sound of a scrape or the rattle of a stone but I
stayed put, hardly breathing. Then came the 'click' of the screen door catch
opening. All thoughts of a curious old bear left me, hearing that familiar
sound; it had to be James; there was no other answer.
I'd left the main door open half way, so, besides a soft squeak, as it was
pushed wide enough to pass, there was no other sound. I imagined him inside
the house, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darker interior, meanwhile,
checking out what he could see of the room around him.
I'd moved slowly so that I could see out the tent flap but, other than the
dark hole of the wide open, inner front door, I couldn't see a thing.
~//~
What seemed like hours passed. Everything was silent except for the
occasional sound of insects and, once, nearly frightening me to death, the
hoot of a nearby owl.
****BANG**** I heard from the inside of the house and a bright light
suddenly outlined the doorframe and the front windows.
Anita startled and sat up and I heard a tiny yelp out of her, before I
could reach out and clamp my hand on her mouth.
Suddenly, there was a scuffling from inside the house and, shotgun in one
hand, James, moonlight on his wide-eyed features, shot out of the house,
leapt over the porch steps and disappeared in a blur, passed the spruce tree
and down the drive. The sound of his feet and spraying gravel disappeared
gradually, as he reached the road below and, after about twenty seconds or
so, the silence of the night took over again. I heard the owl, startled from
his nearby perch, fly off into the night, passed the tent front; it hooted
once, very softly as it flew away across the lawn.
"MY GOD !!" said Anita, as I took my hand from her mouth, "WHAT was
that???"
"James" I said and, without thinking, I added, "I think we're dead now!"
-//-
It took hours to calm her down. It must have been 5 AM before she stopped
shaking and trembling, and the tears really didn't stop completely for at
least another day; every now and then, she'd shudder and tears would roll
down her cheeks, as she tried to come to terms with what had happened.
"I can't believe it" she'd wail and I would take her in my arms and sooth
her until she got control again.
I cleaned out the bedroom. I put the blackened, torn sheets and blankets
that had been 'us' into garbage bags and I hauled the mattress out the back
door. It looked pretty awful laying there, a great hole in it, coils
exposed, and material in tatters....but it was useless any more and we
didn't need the reminder inside.
It took several hours, Anita following me like a lost puppy, but I moved
all of my computer equipment and office stuff into the 'shot-gunned' room,
and set up and made the bed in the smaller room. Then I moved all my clothes
and things into the smaller bedroom closet. There was no way Anita or I
would be comfortable in the 'master bedroom' ever again.
When it was all done, I persuaded Anita to lie down with me in the 'new'
bedroom and, after an hour or so of whispered conversation, several more
sessions of trembling and tears, she finally fell into a restless sleep. It
was only mid-afternoon, by then, and I was going to get back up and do a few
more chores around the house but, somewhere in there, I fell asleep too.
Neither of us stirred until an hour after sunrise next morning.
-//-
Sitting on the porch, in the sunshine, next morning, I was enjoying a cup
of coffee and trying to make some sort of sense out of what had happened the
night before. I had pretty much decided that I was going to report it to the
local police but I wanted to talk it over, first with Anita (who was still
asleep) and second, with her dad. However, except for talking to Anita,
there wasn't much I could do until they opened the road; it certainly wasn't
something I wanted to report or talk about over the phone.
I'd just settled down on the step again, with a coffee refill in my hand,
when, bleary-eyed and yawning, Anita joined me. Smiling, she sat down and
laid her head on my shoulder, still occasionally rubbing her eyes and
yawning.
"Mornin' Dave" she said, the top of her head burrowing into my neck,
"You're up early."
"Yeah" I said "Couldn't sleep any more; last night was going around and
around, in my head. What do you think we should do about you uncle James??"
"Oh Dave, I don't know..." she said "That's why I got up too. I woke up an'
I couldn't stop thinkin' about it. I wanted to talk to you and I gotta talk
to dad, too. We can't just let it lay. He was tryin' to kill us....he really
was! And we can't just let it go....I think we gotta report it or
somethin'....Hell, I don't know really. How do you feel about it??"
"Well" I said "I figured I wanted to talk to your dad too. I don't know how
things work around here all that well and I need to find out from him. I
figure we've already screwed up, where the police are concerned. I should
have left things just like they were, the mattress and all, and we should
have called them and reported last night. Yeah, I know they couldn't have
gotten in here but they might have picked up your uncle, when he got back
there....If he went back there."
"Where else would he go, Dave?" she asked, "He'd have t' go back there,
wouldn't he?? Where else would he go to??"
"Look at it this way, Anita" I said "James thinks he shot the two of us,
there in our bed. If it was me, I'd take off someplace. I sure as hell
wouldn't go back home."
"But Dave, he's a drunk an' all he knows is the Res. Depends on how sober
he was, when he left here, it depends on if the truck was stuck back
there....it depends on a lotta things, Dave; don't yuh see??" Anita said, in
a very serious tone.
"Okay," I said "Let's talk about what he might have done, where he might
go. We need some ideas, when we talk to your dad and we need ideas when we
talk to the police. If I call the cops on him and he's still here on the
Res, what's going to happen to him??"
"Well" she said, thoughtfully "They'll pick him up an' take him into White
Rapids for questioning, if we press charges. Then they'll put him on trial
for attempted murder or somethin' an' I don't really know what'll happen
after that...it's hard to figure."
"That's the part that worries me, little one" I said "If it goes to White
Rapids, people are going to wonder why you were here with me, in the middle
of the night...and they're going to start asking questions. You're jail
bait, remember and people are going to ask those questions; it won't matter
a damn what James did or didn't do. Oh yeah, they'll be after him for sure
and they'll charge him but they're going to ask about you and me too...and
you know what James is going to tell them, when they question him!! Even if
I tell them that I was alone here and it was just me he wanted to shoot,
James is going to bring you into it, you know."
"Oh God !!" Anita said (you could hear the shock in her voice) "Oh God,
Dave, I didn't think a' that. That bastard 'll really put the boots to us
then, won't he. Damn it !!"
"Yeah, well, I think we need to talk to your dad first...before we call the
police" I said.
We talked a while more about James and where he might be and what would
happen if they caught him. But we didn't have enough information to go much
further than just plain speculation...and, we agreed, there was no point to
that.
Anita was still feeling on edge from last night and, sitting there close
together, on the porch, I was cuddling her and kissing the top of her head,
trying to make her feel better. I could feel her small body under my hands,
as I patted and stroked her, and it wasn't long before I realized that the
feel of her warm body, under her t-shirt, was turning me on.
We weren't talking much; like I said, just cuddling. For some reason I
don't remember, she pulled her head out from under my chin and looked up at
me. Her face was so serious and the fear in her eyes so strong, that I
leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. That got us started; it
didn't take all that much. What started as a 'I love you, don't be
frightened' kiss, soon became a hot, tongue flashing 'I want you' kiss and
our hands were soon caressing one another. My hand slid under her t-shirt,
on the outside of her thigh, up over the side of her firm little butt,
passed her waist, and was soon covering her hot little breast; her long
nipple hardening in my palm.
Anita's little hand slid up my chest and, tip-toeing through my hair
there, soon found my nipples, which, much to my surprize, hardened like
small pebbles and sent jolts of electricity through my body.
She broke the kiss and, with a pleased smile on her face, said:
"Davie likes his nipples played with too, don't he."
I hugged her closer, with my free hand and, just before resuming our kiss,
I agreed:
"Yeah, Davie likes it a lot....but Davie gets to feel yours and they're
much easier to do this with." And proceeded to draw her nipple slowly out
between my thumb and forefinger, until they reached the end and allowed her
nipple to snap back to her breast.
"Ummmm" she groaned into my mouth "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
Things got hotter and hotter, with my fingers in her pussy and hers
encircling my cock. but it was not to be....at least, not then
We were suddenly both very conscious of a 'strange' noise in the world
around us. It was a vehicle coming down the road; something we hadn't heard
in the last couple of days.
Laughing, we bolted into the house and furiously pulled on enough clothes
to make us respectable. No more than a minute later, we were back on the
porch steps, still laughing. Anita had a sort of molten look in her eyes
that I remember thinking I was going to enjoy doing something about, later.
Pretty soon, a mud spattered truck pulled into the drive and up to the
house. Anita's dad and a friend of his, Prosper Pasquayak, got out. The road
was open again, they told us but, they said, you had to be real careful,
down where the washout was repaired; it was about one part gravel to nine
parts mud right now and would take days to fix it properly, let alone dry
out.
It was Prosper who started asking questions, after he got back from the
outhouse; he'd seen the shot up mattress.
~//~
Anita quietly explained what had happened and what we knew. Her dad sat
there on the porch, his eyes just getting harder and harder, as she talked.
Even old Prosper sat in complete silence, as Anita went through it all. I
added bits and pieces, here and there, but I was totally impressed with the
way she explained it clearly and simply.
When she'd finished, there was a very loud silence that went on and on,
until I couldn't take it any more.
"Did James come back there last night?" I asked.
"No...he didn't come back" Anita's dad answered, his hard eyes directly on
mine. " I never thought he would come here. I was sure he'd just pass out
some place. Yuh should'a called...I s'ppose I couldn't get here,
anyhow...but I could'a tried t' head 'im off, down by the washout. Anyhow,
yer gonna have to talk t' the police, both a' ya, an' they're gonna want to
see the mattress an' stuff here...So, I'll see Charlie at the station, when
we gets back there. Charlie's a good guy an' I trust 'im. He'll set things
up an' come see ya. Okay?"
"Dad" said Anita "Dave an' me talked before an' we're worried that, if this
goes to t' the White Rapids station, they're gonna ask about me 'n Dave,
yuh' know...an' they might charge Dave. When they find James an' he talks to
'em, they're gonna know how old I am...an'...an'"
Her dad sighed and shook his head.
"Yeah, yer right 'bout that, I s'ppose. I'll talk t' Charlie 'bout that
too. Like I said I trust 'im an' he'll know what t' do.
They both asked a whole lot more questions and we did our best to answer
them but, other than what we'd already told them, all we could do was fill
in some of the details. They'd come through to check the road and they had
to go on to the main highway, so, after about an hour and a couple of cups
of tea (Prosper didn't drink coffee), they left again.
Before they left, Anita's dad took me to one side and quietly suggested
that I keep my eyes and ears open. If James took off someplace, he might
decide to drop in on his way back; you never could tell with James, he said
to me.
"An' " he said "When Charlie gets here, you talk t' 'im. He's a good guy
an' he knows 'bout Anita an' you. So talk straight t' 'im. I'll make sure he
knows what's what here an' James an' all."
The rest of the day went uneventfully, until around six o'clock, when the
Res police, Charlie and another guy, arrived to go over with us, first hand,
what had happened here the night before. We told them the same things we'd
told Anita's dad and they looked at the mattress and went through the sheets
and blankets I'd put in the garbage bags. not a word was said about
'disturbing evidence' and they were really easy with all their questions.
When Charlie saw the mattress out back, he shook his head the whole time he
checked it over and walked around it.
"He couldn't have been more 'n a couple of yards away, when he pulled that
fuckin' trigger" he said "No way he could'a missed, from that close. Damned
good thing you two weren't there, instead of the blankets....damned good
thing!"
After checking around the house and the drive, they came back and started
to ask more questions. Anita had made coffee, so we sat at the kitchen
table. Finally they seemed to run out of questions and, after a few false
starts, Charlie looked at the two of us and kept switching his eyes from one
to the other, as he spoke.
"We got a bit a trouble here" he said, quietly but firmly. "We take this
off the Res an' there's gonna be questions asked an' a whole lot a' people
gonna get bent outa shape 'cause you two were in bed together. I know, I
know...it was just blankets an' the like but *some* people gonna see
somethin' different...if ya know what I mean."
"I've been wondering about that too, Charlie" I said "Any suggestions?"
"Well" he said, running his hands over a tired looking face "Since I talked
t' Anita's dad, I been goin' over it all. If it goes out of the Res, there's
gonna be questions what she was doin' here that time a' night. So best you
guys don't lay charges.....BUT I'm gonna look fer James an', when I find
'im...an' I WILL find 'im, we're gonna have a long talk, 'im an' me. I'm
gonna tell 'im that if he goes after you or Anita again...or even near the
two of you, I'm gonna lock 'im up an' charge 'im every time I see 'im with a
bottle or even comes inta town loaded. It's dry on this Res, yuh
know...least it's s'ppose t' be! I know you guys 'd love t' charge 'im an'
all but, if yuh do, yer gonna make trouble fer yerselfs....an' I think yuh
know that.....so........."
Both Anita and I stayed quiet, when Charlie was finished. I looked over at
her, at one point, and could see the concern on her face but, finally, she
looked at me and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say "It's better than
nothing, I suppose."
"Okay" I said to Charlie and he nodded his confirmation. Nothing more
needed to be said.; we knew we had to back off from making charges or we'd
open another can of worms that would do neither of us any good.
As they were leaving, Charlie suggested we keep an eye out for James and,
if we saw him, to get hold of him right away.
After they'd gone we ate a little supper and then went out to sit on the
porch and relax.
"What's gonna happen now, Dave?" Anita asked, her voice soft and whispery
from under my chin, where she had her face buried against my neck again.
"I don't know, little one" I answered "Guess we'll have a better idea after
Charlie catches up with James. I'm sure he'll let us know, when he does."
It wasn't long after that that we decided to go to bed. We were both pretty
tired, after all the excitement and, besides, I could tell we both felt
there was unfinished business to take care of, the way she was nibbling and
licking on my neck.
I locked both doors and windows, except the one in our bedroom and the high
up one in the bathroom; that way, the way the breeze was blowing, we'd get a
nice cross-draft in the bedroom. The axe was ready on the floor, on my side
of the bed.
Anita had already been in the bathroom and when I got back from there, she
was already under the sheet, black hair spread out over the pillow and a
definite gleam in her eyes. Grinning at her, I shucked off my clothes and
slid under the sheets with her. Almost before my head got to the pillow,
Anita was back cuddled up to my side, her face back in its favourite spot;
nestled in the crook of my neck.
With the light out, the moonlight was streaming through the window. A
breeze billowed the sheer curtains now and then and the night noises from
outside the window became almost as clear, there in the bedroom as they
would have been outside.
We were both naked and I could feel the soft, smooth length of her pressing
into my side; it wasn't long before our hands were all over one another. As
'frantic' as that may sound, it wasn't. Each of us took our time caressing
and exploring, and it was done slowly, carefully, and in no particular
hurry. As her fingers touched and slid slowly up and down my rock-hard cock,
mine gently separated her folds and made long sweeping movements over her
lips, dipping now and then to sample her wetness and transfer it to her
clitoris, in tiny, feather-like touches.
Our excitement mounted slowly but very intensely. I felt her small hands
and fingers on my testicles, stroking and manipulating them gently. My mouth
found her nipples and gently tugged them, until they were long and hard. Her
mouth teased mine, nipping them softly between her teeth, sending flurries
of sensation through me. At one point my fingers grazed her anus and the
sharp intake of breath that resulted, brought them back to trace that
puckered little opening and to press gently but firmly against its centre.
When, after applying gentle circular pressure, until I felt her relax, my
finger popped into her, there was a gasp of surprise....and, I thought,
pleasure. One hand fore and the other aft, I let my fingers play at her
openings, as her breathing quickened and her soft moans of pleasure filled
the room.
After a time, as if reading each other's minds, Anita rolled, spread-eagled
on her back and I shifted myself over her; toes and elbows taking most of my
weight, our bellies touching softly. Her hips spread and her long legs wound
themselves around my body, her slim arms around my chest, her hands clasped
in the middle of my back. I felt my throbbing penis pressing into her soft,
smooth tummy and she levered herself upward to increase the pressure of that
point of contact.
From above her, I looked down on her flushed face; eyes half closed, a
small smile on lips that she constantly dampened with the pink tip of her
little tongue. I adjusted my body toward the end of the bed and we both
moaned in pleasure, as the head of my cock brushed through her soft public
hair and slit and settled, slightly between her swollen lips, in her groin.
Pushing forward slightly, the head of my penis found and wedged itself at
her entrance.
"Yes, David" she whispered "Oh yessss!" as I felt myself slowly moving into
her; the head passing through her sphincter-like gateway and opening her
hot, wet tunnel as it slid slowly over her slick, moist, internal flesh. I
could feel her insides expanding around my cock-head, as it moved upward in
her body; speeding now, as she raised her hips off the bed and pressed
toward me.
It seemed like hours passed, as we slowly came together, my throbbing cock
filling her, her hips moving in lazy circles under me. Finally, I felt the
head of me touch her cervix and I remained motionless (except for the
twitching of my cock, which I couldn't control). Her hips continued their
sensuous, lazy circles and I could feel the pressure of her inner walls
change on me, as they revolved.
Always before, there was a certain sense of urgency in fucking, screwing,
whatever you want to call it but, this time, although the instincts were
there and operating normally, I was able to control them. I wanted, and I
sensed that Anita did too, to feel every sensation prolonged to its
ultimate; in other words, although we wanted to fuck like rabbits, through
some form of non-verbal communication, we agreed to slowly screw our brains
out.
I started to move very slowly in and out of her and she caught the rhythm
from the outset. As I moved in and out of her, I alternately raised and
lowered my hips in relationship to hers, causing my cockhead to glide along
the upper side of her on the way out and the base to press upward onto her
clit and her public bone, on the way back in.
We seemed to go on this way for a long, long time; I had no way of
measuring the passing time, only to register and relish the sensations that
rolled along my every nerve. Gradually, nature took over, in spite of my
intentions, and I found the pace of entry and exit increasing. Thrust after
thrust, Anita met and matched my quickening pace, until I was vaguely aware
of the sound of slapping flesh as our bodies met.
Without warning, the sexual tension suddenly mounted out of control and I
found myself shooting my seed into her depths and felt her inner convulsions
gripping me and milking me.
Afterward, we slept.
Several times I woke during the night, listened carefully for a time and
then dropped back to sleep. Once I even got up and made a quick, bleary-eyed
tour of the house.
James hadn't showed up and, wherever he was, I hoped he'd stay there.
~/~
~ To Be Continued In Part II ~
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"Indian Summer - Part I"
Copyright 2000 by 'Cagey'.
Copies may be made and posted elsewhere for personal enjoyment, however, all
commercial rights are reserved.
The author can be contacted at:
<kenggjones@hotmail.com>
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