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						Ador 
				A Tale of Romance By The Star*

[Author's Note: This story predates the "Audry" series. 'Ador ' is spelled 
with an accented "e" as the last letter. Her mother is big-money eastern 
rich... so sue me. :-) Dunno if that will come through in .txt format. 
Sometimes formatted letters are just dropped by my ISP.]


					Chapter One - Her First


The crash of the shattering vase in the brick fireplace was most satisfying. 
She'd thrown it clear across the room, too. Not bad... Then she flung 
herself onto her bed and sobbed, her body shaking...

Her distress wasn't sorrow, it was rage, fanned by frustration.

How could he?

How could any boy?

He actually told her he didn't want to take her to the Fourth of July 
picnic. He'd see her there, but he had plans with his brother and hers and a 
couple other guys.

Where did he get off with that crap?

Ador  knew very well how she looked. At fifteen, she was pure drop-dead 
gorgeous, a stereotype teen goddess. And her family, the Parmentiers of 
Richmond, were 'old money' Atlantic coast aristocrats. Her name alone would 
ensure entr e to any 'society' function.

So what was Marty's problem? Didn't he know how many boys were panting for 
the chance to be her escort at the big annual family party?

Though she sometimes came across as a spoiled little rich bitch, Ador  was 
really a much more sensible, mature, and aware girl than her tantrum would 
suggest, not all that full of herself. She was blessed with abnormal beauty 
and knew it, but tried to act as if it was no big deal.

The problem, simply, was that, though she was only fifteen, she had chosen 
her man... and he hadn't figured it out... Yet.

Rolling over, she wiped her eyes, sniffled, and sat up, smiling ruefully at 
herself. Marty was barely sixteen, after all, and everyone knows girls 
mature much sooner than boys. OK. She'd decided on her man. In fact, she'd 
chosen him when she first saw him, seven years before. She just needed to 
convince him of the self-evident fact that they were a couple--and make him 
think it was HIS idea!

That was the kind of challenge her sharp feminine mind could latch on to.


She rang for a maid to clean the glass from her fireplace while she washed 
her face, put on the light dash of lipstick that was all the makeup her 
mother allowed her to use, and changed into the skimpiest "summer casual" 
clothes she had. Her chestnut hair in a neat ponytail, a thin cotton blouse 
tied below her unfettered breasts in place of a bra, and short shorts, 
completed the look she wanted.

Hustling out the back of the huge house, she skipped across to the horse 
barn, where she found her brother and cousins.

"Hi, Dory," Jeff called. "Watcha doin'?"

"Just gonna ride a bit." She knew her brother had already exercised his show 
mount, and wouldn't want to ride any more. "Anybody want to go along? 
Marty...?"

Like a trout in a mountain stream, he started to rise to the lure.

"You can ride Chief..." She knew he'd love to ride her mom's jumper--and her 
mom wouldn't mind him riding the horse, just for the exercise, as long as 
they were careful.

He took the bait... "OK, Dory. I'll ride along with you."

Hiding a little smile, she knew the chance to ride Chief alongside her would 
get him, hot as she looked. After a bit, she'd set the hook.


That summer of 1963, the nation was just beginning to become involved in a 
little Asian country called Vietnam. Most had not heard of it. The Cuban 
missile crisis was more immediate. In San Francisco, the 'Hippies' were 
proclaiming the 'Age of Aquarius.' Grass and sex and burning bras--as well 
as draft cards--were the big thing on college campuses. Peter, Paul and Mary 
were one of the top singing groups, with the Limeliters giving them a run 
for the top of the charts.

The Pill wasn't invented yet. But AIDS hadn't appeared either. Abortions 
were still against the law in all but a very few states.

The Parmentier family controlled one of the great American fortunes. 
Although not as well known as the Cabots or Gettys, they were comfortably 
within that class of wealth. Those who needed to know about them did. Into 
real estate, building, shipping and commodities, management of the family 
fortune was divided among "experts". One branch of the family concentrated 
on shipping, another branch 'specialized' in real estate, and so on. Ador 's 
father was the family's "money expert". Although relatively young, this made 
him the 'patriarch' at the moment. He supervised the large family trusts and 
advised all of the extended family on investment and financial strategies. 
He also coordinated the family's lobbying effort, which was substantial.

The Steeles were the experts on cattle. They'd moved to San Francisco a 
hundred years earlier, to profit from the gold rush. Then one enterprising 
young man moved north, to Oregon of all places, and homesteaded a ranch in 
the foothills of the Cascade Mountains. He'd done well, too, shipping beef 
all over the northwest, even up to Alaska. The San Francisco Steeles had 
been wiped out in the Great Earthquake, leaving the Oregon ranchers the only 
remnant of that branch of the family. Now the Steeles shipped beef all over 
the country, the quality commanding premium prices from specialty packing 
houses.

Marty Steele's mother was a Parmentier, too. She'd met his dad during his 
only trip to Richmond--for Ador 's grandfather's funeral. They'd fallen in 
love and married. Hazel Parmentier Steele made it a point to visit the east 
regularly. She brought her two sons every two or three years, feeling that 
it was important that they know about their roots and their relatives... And 
that their relatives not forget about them.

Ador  felt it was unfair of her father to look down on the Steeles as 
'country cousins'. Rick and Marty were as bright as any young men she'd met. 
And better looking than most...


Riding along the lane in rural Virginia, the beautiful girl considered how 
to consolidate her position. Marty and Rick would return to the ranch soon. 
It would be most of another year, at best, before she could see him again 
once he left.

"I sure wish your dad had a couple of good western saddles," Marty 
complained. Not whining, just making conversation.

"It's not dad. Mom doesn't want them around. Says cowboys are just... 
cowboys." She aimed a brilliant smile on her companion. "Kinda like cowboys, 
myself."
Marty smiled back. What sixteen-year-old, full of teenage hormones, 
wouldn't, with such a fantastic fox giving him her full attention?

"Marty, what's your life like? On the ranch, I mean. Where do you go to 
school? What's the nearest city? What do you do for fun?"

"Oh, you know, Dory, we're 'home-schooled.' Mom teaches us from books and 
lesson plans the state sends out. It's kinda fun--except when mom doesn't 
understand something either. Then we have to call the school--it's in 
Sisters--and get one of the teachers to explain it to us. Once we all had to 
drive in there and spend two days with a teacher. Mom took the instruction 
along with me and Rick. What a trip!"

"But, don't you have any friends? Anybody to do things with?"

"Sure. Rick and I are best friends. And there's a couple of kids on a ranch 
over a ways that we see now and then. In August, there's the fair. That's 
always fun. We show our cows, and chase heifers..."

"Why? Aren't they penned up?"

Marty chuckled. "That's what we call the farm and ranch girls that come to 
the fair."

"Oh!" Ador  blushed. "That's not very nice."

"It's all in fun. They don't mind. They have names for us, too."

"Is there any special girl in Oregon, Marty?"

"Nah. I don't get to see any enough to get to know them. The fairs are all 
quick gropes and lots of giggles. Nothing that amounts to a hill of beans... 
Not that I'd mind finding a good girl. But how can a ranch kid date?"

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking all these dumb questions... Don't you 
get awful...frustrated?" 'Horny, is what I wanted to ask him,' she thought.

"That's a fact!" he agreed.

"What do you do?"

Marty looked sharply at her. "Why are you asking this stuff?"

"Because I want to know, is why. I care. And I'm curious about your life out 
there."

"Why don't you come for a visit? Maybe for Christmas? You can see for 
yourself."

"I'd like that. Can you get your mom to invite me? Mom won't let me go 
otherwise."

"Sure, if you really want to come."

"I really do, Marty."

"OK. I'll see what I can do."

They rode in companionable silence for a while.

Then Dory asked, "Marty?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I look all right?"

"Huh?"

"Is there something wrong with how I look?"

Marty just stared at her, dumbfounded. "Don't you have a mirror?" he finally 
asked.

"Oh, sure. I think I look OK. But it seems guys either ignore me, or want to 
jump my bones. And," she grinned, "I am well aware that guys our age will 
jump anything female that's breathing..." She sobered again. "So why do guys 
ignore me? I don't think I look that bad and I'd like to know what's wrong."

Marty was confused. His experience with girls was VERY limited. Ador  was a 
cousin, so he had treated her like family. Her flirtation, though, said she 
wanted to be treated like a girl he might want to be with or something. He 
didn't have the experience to know how to read the signals properly--nor the 
knowledge that the degree of blood relationship was pretty distant, and that 
Ador  was an 'eligible female' in every respect.

He finally decided to just play it straight and answer her question.

"I think, Dory, that maybe you're too pretty... Guys are scared of you. So 
they over-react one way or the other... Does that make sense?"

"Maybe. Explain, please?"

"Well, a guy looks at you and just knows that every guy wants you. So you 
got to have lots of guys trying to date you, and so on. So they tend to just 
leave you alone, feeling they can't stand up to the competition--or too 
proud to face being rejected... Or, they try to hustle you right then, 
feeling they will only have the one chance, before somebody else gets there 
ahead of them...

"That's the best I can do. I dunno if I'm right, but that's my best answer."

After a moment, while their horses plodded down the country lane, Ador  
looked at him and asked, "Do I scare you, Marty?"

"Sometimes. When I look close at you. Mostly I just consider you're one of 
my cousins--one of the nicer ones."

"Well, I'm glad for that much... I always think of you as Marty, my friend. 
The cousin part doesn't mean anything beyond that to me, it was just how I 
met you."

"Thanks, Dory. Now that I think of it, you've always been a friend, rather 
than an opponent, or a giggly girl."

"Marty, I don't ever want to scare you off. I think you're right about why 
guys act like they do around me... So, would you be there for me? Let me be 
ME with you? And not worry about the packaging?"

"Sure, Dory. If that's what you want?"

'I really want lots more than that, but it's a start!' she thought. Aloud, 
she said, "I'd appreciate it, Marty. I don't have anybody I can really talk 
to.  I guess I intimidate most girls too--if that's what's really going on. 
And Jeff is just typical older brother. I love him, but he's such a jerk at 
times!"

"You can talk to me, Dory. Any time, about anything."

"I'll take you up on that... Will you watch the fireworks with me tomorrow 
night? ... I know you want to run around with the guys during the picnic."

"Sure. I'd like that."


The annual Parmentier Fourth of July picnic was a large affair, with 
somewhere upwards of 600 family and guests in attendance. Food and drink was 
set out under canopies erected by the caterers. After dark there was always 
a nice fireworks display, as well as plenty of firecrackers and sparklers 
for the kids.

Ador  kept track of Marty off and on all afternoon, as he harassed adults 
with firecrackers and generally goofed off with their brothers and friends. 
When it started to get dark, she got blankets to sit on and staked out a 
secluded spot where they could see the fireworks display fine, but have 
privacy from all the other guests. Grinning to herself, she thought how nice 
it was to know the grounds better than anyone who didn't live there.

Returning to the pavilions, which were still doing a brisk drink business, 
she found Marty looking for her.

Pleased, she said, "I got a blanket to sit on. It's over here a ways."
Taking his hand, she led him off to her spot.

"Kind of out of the way, aren't we?" Marty asked, when he saw the place 
she'd selected.

"Well, this way we won't get trampled by little kids, and my older relatives 
will leave me alone. I just want to spend some time with you and watch the 
fireworks without being hassled about it."

"Yeah. I can see that. I don't need any hassle, either."

Ador  had laid out her blankets so that they could watch the display best 
from flat on their backs. "If you lie down, with your feet that way, the 
fireworks will be almost over us," she suggested. When Marty had dropped to 
the ground and was comfortable, she lay beside him. They chatted about this 
and that, until they heard the sound of the first firework soaring into the 
night. The explosion, when it came, was very loud, and seemed to be right on 
top of them. Ador  jumped, and clung to Marty. After a moment, she pretended 
shame at her action and apologized.

"Sorry, Marty. It startled me."

"That's OK, Dory. What are friends for?"

Ador  was careful not to move her head off of his shoulder, though she 
didn't press it.

Soon, she felt Marty's hand on her waist, as his arm held her.

"Mmmm. That's nice. Thank you."

Marty didn't reply, but his hand started to gently rub her stomach and side, 
where it naturally fell.

A few minutes later, another very loud firework exploded right over them. 
Again, Ador  turned and clung to Marty, making sure her abundant breasts 
were mashed against his side and chest.

Marty held her tight, stroking her gently. When she stopped quivering, he 
looked at her, to try to judge how frightened she was. Her eyes, that close, 
were huge, and her lips were slightly parted. He couldn't help himself.

He kissed her.

She controlled herself and didn't attack... she just kissed him back--the 
soft, gentle exploration of two inexperienced teenaged kids. Marty rolled 
more to his side, so they were facing each other and could continue their 
kissing more comfortably. His free hand stroked her face and shoulder.

"I think I could get used to this," he said softly.

"I know I could," she answered, almost breathless. "More?"

Willing to oblige, Marty kissed her again, and Ador  increased the urgency 
and fire in the exchange.

Her mouth opened and her tongue learned the shape of his lips. When they 
parted, she sought their inner sides and the hardness of his teeth. His 
tongue entered the fray and she tried to suck it down like candy.

All this was very exciting to a ranch-raised teenager--and to Ador , too. 
Marty's hands began to stroke her back and sides, while hers clenched his 
shirt and pulled him tightly to her. Purely instinctively, her hips began 
moving against him rhythmically. When his free hand moved to her face, 
tracing its contours, then down her neck to the collarbone, she moved back a 
bit, to give him room. The hand, almost of its own will, outlined the shape 
of her clavicle, then traced the upper slopes of her ample breasts. When he 
would have moved upward again, she moaned and arched her back, putting more 
breast into his eager hand.

Moving to cup her offering, Marty echoed her moan, their mouths joined 
again. When he rubbed his palm over her stiffening nipple, she broke the 
kiss, to gasp and moan louder, pressing her chest against his hand.

In moments, Marty was kneading and caressing her, and she had begun to 
unbutton his shirt. As soon as she had some of the buttons open, her hand 
slid inside, to rub softly against his hard chest. Ador  thought to tease 
him with gentle caresses, but she was too frenzied, and could only touch and 
rub and clench at him, while Marty worked over her breast, still enclosed in 
her blouse.

His fevered brain wanted to touch skin--and realized that she was still 
wearing what she'd worn on their ride. He quickly unknotted the blouse and 
was thrilled to see that she was not wearing a bra. In fact, he was 
transfixed by the beauty of the large, firm teenage breasts laid bare before 
him.

Ador  pulled him to her, so she could feel the skin of his chest against the 
bare skin of hers. Then Marty pushed her back, so he could see and 
touch--and kiss and lick--the lovely flesh revealed to him.

Their passion soaring, their remaining clothing melted from their bodies, 
and Marty found himself kneeling between Ador 's widespread knees, as she 
tried to steer him into her.

Neither of them had much idea of what they were doing, except that their 
need was such that they'd have consummated their lust even if all their 
parents were standing around them. When he felt himself in her entrance and 
Ador  removed her hand, Marty lunged forward, entering her rather brutally. 
Ador 's choked scream of anguish sort of brought him to his senses, and he 
stopped still where he was--firmly embedded within her, the head of his tool 
seated against her cervix.

"Sorry, Dory," he gasped. "I got carried away."

In her pain and passion, Ador 's brain carried the message that she needed, 
first, to reassure her man.

"It's OK, Marty," she panted. "Just hold still for a minute, until I get 
used to you."

Marty held as still as he could. It was all he could do to keep from 
shooting into her right then. The sensations he experienced were more 
exquisite than he had imagined in his wildest wet dreams. Of course, Ador  
was more woman than any in his wildest wet dreams, too. Soon, his urgency 
eased and he was back in control of himself--a little bit.

Her pain receded and Ador  moved against him, testing the sensations she was 
feeling.

Marty backed out an inch, then moved in. Then again. And again.

Ador  was getting into it and felt the familiar rush of impending 
orgasm--except that this was not the result of fingers stroking herself at 
night. This was HER MAN, who had just made her a WOMAN. It was too much and, 
out of nowhere, her orgasm overwhelmed her. Gasping and flopping, Ador  
came. And came again. And, when Marty moved in her, came yet again.

Her internal muscles spasmed too--it was all too much for a teenage boy. 
Marty spewed semen inside her like he was taking a leak. He'd never come 
like that. In the end, he collapsed, drained, on top of her. That was OK, 
because Ador  was mostly out of it, too, and enjoyed the solid feeling of 
his weight on her.
When he started to come back to reality, Marty realized he had come in her. 
Remorse and anxiety hit him like a hammer.

"Dory?" he said.

"Mmmmm?" she dreamily replied, nibbling on his neck.

"Dory. I'm sorry!"

"Why. Didn't you like me?"

"Not that. Dory... Pay attention! ... Dory, I came in you."

"'s OK, Marty. I wanted you to."

"But... you might get pregnant!"

By now, she was alert enough to see that he was really concerned, although 
his cock was still embedded within her and, she could tell, was 'waking up' 
again.
Careful not to dislodge him, she moved her face back so he could look at 
her.

"Marty, relax. It's OK. You didn't do anything I didn't want. OK? And if I 
get pregnant, it's my own fault. But I don't think I will. It's the wrong 
time of the month. We're probably OK for another week, darling."

Her reassurances broke through his concern. Hearing that, one, they were 
safe from pregnancy and two, she wanted it, his old one-eyed snake woke up.

Ador  giggled. "Looks like you didn't do anything you didn't want to, 
either, lover." She rolled them over so that she was on top this time and 
pulled her knees up beside him. Bending over, she kissed him tenderly, while 
she rocked up and down gently.

Neither of them was prepared for the sensations this created. Ador  was 
kissing the man she loved. Her nipples were abrading his chest, sending 
lustful messages up and down her body. And her vagina was firmly grasping 
her man, while his pelvic bone intermittently crushed her clitoris.

Marty was over-stimulated. He gasped for breath, then moved his hips to 
counter hers. In seconds, it seemed, he was spewing into her again.

Fortunately for them both, Ador  was on just as short a fuse.


The next thing either of them was aware of was the 'grand finale' of the 
fireworks display. With a sly grin, Ador  said, "I think you produced better 
fireworks than daddy bought, my love."

Marty didn't know quite how to handle the expression of endearment, but 
certainly concurred in the sentiment. "I was inspired by a goddess!"

"Good. Hold me?"

"Any time, Dory. Just any time at all," he said, gently clasping her limp 
body to his, while he kissed her with love, but not passion.

"Dory?"

"Mmmmm?"

"Does this mean... Ah... that you're my girl?"

"Do you want me to be your girl, Marty?"

"Ah... yeah... I guess I do..."

"Marty!"

"Huh?"

"Do you want me, or not?"

"Yeah, I want you. I'm not sure you want me..."

"Marty, lemme tell you something about girls... A girl only has one first 
time. It's an important thing for us--when we become women. You were my 
first... because I love you and I wanted to give you something only I could 
give you. That's important to me. I hope it was important to you."

"Yeah, Dory. You are my first, too. I didn't mean to do this, but I'm glad I 
did--if you're not mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you?"

"Well, I came in you, and didn't do anything about protection..."

"Marty. That's sweet. I'm glad you cared. From what my friends tell me, most 
guys wouldn't even give that a thought. I'm glad you came in me, and I'm 
glad it was good for you. OK?"

"You're not mad?"

"No, I'm not mad."

"Then that's OK... Dory? Would you be my girl? It's a lot to ask. I'm so far 
away, and don't get out here very often. Could you stand to wait for me?"

After a strong hug and a kiss that curled his toes, Ador  said, "Yes, Marty. 
I'll be proud to be your girl."

"I think I'd better work hard to get you to the ranch this Christmas..." 
Marty mused.

"I think you'd better. And you'd better get some rubbers when you're in town 
next. Because I think we both will need to do this often, so we will have 
memories for the cold, lonely winter nights coming up."

Marty hugged her strongly, then backed away, so he could look at her in the 
moonlight.

Ador  was well worth the look. Many teenage girls are beautiful, but she was 
flat-out stunning, with long chestnut hair, green eyes, aristocratic nose 
and cheekbones, and a figure already too developed to be a fashion model.

"God you're beautiful, Dory," he breathed. "... You're REALLY beautiful!"

Smiling shyly--after all, he was well and truly hooked now--she said, "You 
are too, Marty."

"Dory? I... I think... I think I'm in love with you..."

"That's good, Marty. I've been in love with you for a long time."

"You have?"

"Yes." A quiet affirmation of something she'd known for years.

"Dory, when I told you about guys being intimidated by your looks... You 
know I was talking about me, too."

"No need for you to be. You have me, if you want me. The looks are just part 
of the package."

"God Dory. You're too much."

"I hope not. I hope I'm just enough. Enough to keep you happy and satisfied 
with me..."

"I don't think that's going to be a problem."

"I hope not. You see, I've never even dated. I've been in love with a guy 
since before I was old enough to date, and wasn't interested. So I don't 
know how to keep a guy. I don't know all the games and tricks most girls use 
with guys."

"Dory, I don't either, so maybe we can teach each other?"

"I'd like that, Marty," she breathed into his mouth just before she kissed 
him again.

Their kisses soon turned passionate and they joined for the third time. This 
time was almost violent in its intensity. They knew they were loved and they 
were giving pleasure to the beloved... and they were young, inexperienced 
teenagers. That Marty was able to bring Ador  to climax with him was not a 
tribute to his skill, but to her hair-triggered need.


The following day, any who paid any attention at all could see that Marty 
and Ador  had connected. They were inseparable and touched or held hands 
often. That evening, Ador 's mom found time to chat with Marty's mother, 
Hazel.

"Well, Hazel. Looks like Marty's a chip off the old block."

"My side of the family, anyhow," Hazel agreed. "You have a problem with it?"

"Not especially. I hoped she'd marry money. Not that we need any more, but 
because of what she's used to..."

"We do OK, though I know what you mean. But I left all this, you know... and 
I've never been sorry I did."

"A bit different, Hazel. You already had Rick, and Marty on the way..."

"True. But I married for love. Both boys were conceived in love, too. No 
regrets. I'm very happy with my life."

"That pleases me more than you know, Hazel. I'm glad for you. I wouldn't 
trade with you; but then, I married for love, too."

The women smiled at each other in mutual satisfaction and recognition that 
they were both those rare creatures--women who really loved their 
husbands--then hugged briefly but warmly.

Hazel asked, "I wonder if they've got each other's cherries, yet?"

"Pretty sure they did--last night, I'd bet. You know, Hazel, Ador  has had a 
crush on Marty for years."

"I didn't know. I hope it has turned into love, 'cause I suspect those two 
will be making babies soon."

"Probably. Is that a problem?"

"Not with me. Can Dory stand ranch life? It's pretty lonely, after the 
social whirl of Richmond and this place."

"She's a pretty tough girl; amazingly self-contained and self-directed, too. 
Really, Hazel, the girl has mostly raised herself. Her father and I provided 
a framework for her, and put some opportunities in her path, but she's 
mostly done it all. She's so mature and steady... I'm so proud of her I 
could just bust my bra... Now, Jeff, on the other hand..."

Both women laughed, knowing the struggles she'd had with her son--who was a 
fine young man, really, but had been a handful to raise.

"I know Marty is going to ask, so before he does, what do you think about 
Ador  coming to visit us for Christmas?"

"I'll let her ask me... and snivel a bit... but I think it's going to be 
necessary, if they're going to make it. I think they'll need to spend 
summers together, too--more on the ranch than here."

The two loving mothers continued their discussion. They approved of the 
choice their children had made, so they would do all they could to help 
their children grow in their love--while never forgetting that they were, 
really, VERY young.


Hazel extended her visit, so Marty and his brother Rick spent four more 
weeks at the estate and in Richmond with the Parmentiers. During that time, 
Marty and Ador  cemented their relationship as well as young people can, 
knowing little of life and what they faced, but sure in their hearts that 
they were meant for each other.

Soon, Marty was sleeping in Ador 's room. Their parents were aware of it, 
but said nothing, as the kids had been discrete and didn't rub people's 
noses in it.

Hazel made sure that Marty had a big box of condoms--she bought them for 
him. She quietly told him that she knew about his affair with his 
cousin--and was all for it. But he had to use protection EVERY TIME. And he 
had to be faithful to Ador . If he just wanted to screw around, he'd lose 
her support.

Marty jumped at it.

Ador  got permission to visit the Steele Ranch for the Christmas break. She 
would spend three weeks there.


					-- + + + + + --


Mid-December found the Steeles in their station wagon, picking up Ador  at 
the Portland airport. When she came up the ramp from the aircraft, she ran 
to give Aunt Hazel and Uncle Ad big hugs and profuse thanks for letting her 
come. A hug for Rick, and a kiss for Marty that made his knees weak--and 
hers too--and the group moved off to the baggage claim.

Even bundled up against the December cold, the stunning girl attracted a lot 
of stares from people trying to figure out if they'd seen her somewhere 
before. A face like that should be in magazines or movies, right?

They spent the night in Portland, then got an early start for the ranch. 
Ador  enjoyed the verdant Willamette valley, the scenery much like that 
around Richmond, only with Douglas fir instead of pine. Through the snow at 
the summit of the Cascade Range, then suddenly in the drier climate of 
eastern Oregon. The forest changed to yellow pine and the land was more 
arid, though still green. At Sisters, they turned south, on a 
poorly-maintained gravel county road, and their speed dropped remarkably.

An hour later, Marty said, "Well, how do you like the ranch?"

"Where is it?"

"Everything you see to your right..."

Ador  whacked his arm. "Come on, Marty. I don't see any ranch."

The family laughed, with good nature. "Dory," Hazel asked, "what do you 
think a ranch is?"

"Huh?"

"It's mostly land--on which we graze cattle and raise feed crops."

The light was starting to dawn.

"You mean... all of this is yours?"

"Well, not all... The county road runs along our eastern boundary. To your 
left is part of the national forest. But most everything you can see to the 
right is Steele Ranch."

"Wow! It's sure pretty here."

"Yep. That's a big part of why grandpa homesteaded this place. He fell in 
love with it when he first saw it. We're lucky he was able to grab such a 
big chunk. The national forest surrounds us. They'd dearly love to have our 
land, too. In fact, they tried to get it, but we were here first. Anyway, we 
don't have any trouble with neighbors. And the feds are really good about 
leasing us grazing rights."

Steele Ranch was an old-time 'old west' cattle operation. It made its way by 
raising beef.

The ranch headquarters was a big two-story house on fieldstone foundations, 
with three big barns, a stout bunkhouse, and sundry sheds and outbuildings 
containing things like the smithy and smokehouse nearby.

Ador  looked around her with wide eyes. A lot of what she saw was old and 
weathered. But it was all in good repair and functional. As her eye took in 
the total setting, to her it appeared 'perfect'. The buildings and corrals 
fit into their setting. A lot of paint and trim, like her parents' 'farm,' 
just wouldn't be appropriate for this place.

The house was painted and clean, inside and out. It was clear that the 
people who lived here cared about their home and ranch and worked hard to 
care for them.

Ador 's bags were placed in Marty's room, without comment. Grinning, Hazel 
mentioned to her, when she was showing her around the house, that she could 
have her own room if she preferred.

"Thanks, Aunt Hazel, this will be fine," she replied with a grin of her own.

After their separation, both Ador  and Marty were anxious to relieve their 
teenage hormone pressure. But both were well-raised kids and were willing to 
wait until after supper, when Ad dismissed the family from the table.

Ador  offered to help with the dishes.

"Maybe tomorrow, dear. Rick will help me tonight."

Alone in Marty's room, they suddenly turned shy. Reluctant to be the first 
to undress, both fidgeted and fussed, as Ador  looked at the items collected 
over the years in the room, and asked questions about them--postponing the 
moment of truth.

Marty finally swept her into his arms and kissed her firmly.

That was all they needed. Ador  melted into him and returned his kiss with 
mounting passion. In moments they were naked and in bed, caressing and 
stroking each other in a frenzy. Not much foreplay--it wasn't needed--and 
they joined joyfully. Ador  *knew*, in that moment, that there were no 
doubts, no 'considerations', no 'issues'. THIS WAS HER MAN! She'd been in 
love with him before: now she knew that she'd never love another.


December in eastern Oregon high country is too cold for extended horseback 
trips, but she insisted that Marty take her on some rides near the ranch 
headquarters. He even found an old English saddle for her, buried in a 
corner of the tack room, when she complained that she just wasn't 
comfortable on her aunt's western saddle.

She was impressed with the horses she saw on the ranch, too. Not the jumpers 
and show horses she was used to at home, these animals were raised to carry 
their rider all day in the high ranges and work cattle. But they were not 
scrub cow ponies. Ad and Hazel had ruthlessly culled their string and had 
spent a lot of money on two stallions and three mares to improve the quality 
of their small herd.

Marty was especially proud of one of the stallions. He'd spotted him at the 
state fair three years earlier and suggested to his dad that they buy him. 
The horse was being ridden as a jumper, but hadn't done very well. Marty and 
Ad believed it was because the horse hadn't been trained very well and his 
rider wasn't all that good. Anyway, the disgusted owner let them have him at 
a bargain price, not dreaming that they wanted a stud, not a riding animal.
One of his colts was a particularly fractious two-year-old. A magnificent 
animal, he was just too mean and jumpy to be ridden. Ador  was quite 
interested in him, though. He had size, and his conformation showed the 
promise of strength. She insisted that she ride him--on her English rig.

Ad wasn't sure he wanted to let her try. "Don't think it's a good idea, 
girl," he said over supper when Ador  asked him. "That colt's too mean. He's 
thrown most of us and we ride bucking saddles. In fact, I was going to geld 
him come spring."

"Uncle Ad, I've been bucked off before. I'd like to try. I think I could 
make something of him. And he's much too pretty to cut."

"There's a lot of potential there, I'll give you that. But a horse you can't 
trust is worthless out here..." She just looked at him. "OK, Dory. You can 
try him. But for your own safety, I want to be there when you do."

It was quickly agreed and, in the morning right after breakfast, Marty had a 
rope around the colt's neck and was snubbing him down for the saddle and 
bridle.

Ador  asked that they move him to a smaller corral and move all the other 
horses out of it. When she had him alone, she moved easily to his head, 
grabbed an ear, and had the bridle on him before he knew what happened to 
him. Then she rubbed the quivering animal between the eyes, stroked his 
neck, and told him he was a good boy and they were going to have a lot of 
fun together.

Ad, watching from the rail, said to Hazel, "Damned if I don't think that 
fool horse understands what she's saying. Look at him. I've never seen the 
like."

Hazel put her arm around her husband and murmured, "I think the girl's got a 
touch for horses--almost as good as her touch for Marty."

Ad grinned, kissed the top of her head, and turned his attention back to 
Ador .

After leading the horse around the corral, talking to him constantly, she 
led him to the rail, to the small saddle pad and the light English saddle. 
She showed him the pad and let him smell it. Then she carefully placed it on 
his back. He twitched, but didn't shy away from her. He was nervous about 
the saddle, but allowed her to place it on him and tighten the cinch.

She then put an arm over the saddle and put a little weight on it. When he 
accepted that, she pulled on the stirrup leathers. He didn't like it, but 
didn't react violently, like he normally did. He seemed to like the sound of 
Ador 's calming voice.

Ador  told him she was going to get on him now, then smoothly mounted. The 
horse didn't know what to make of it. He seemed confused. Should he buck? 
Should he just stand there? What's the right thing to do in this situation? 
Ador  kept talking to him and petting his neck while he got used to her 
weight on his back.

When he seemed resigned at least to having her there, she urged him forward, 
just at a slow walk. Moving, she started to teach him about the reins.

By lunchtime, both horse and rider were exhausted-from nerves. But the horse 
was obeying signals from his rider and cantering around the corral, changing 
direction and leads on command.

At lunch--still the 'big' meal of the day on the working ranch--Ad was 
fulsome in his praise.

"Dory, I've never seen the like! I've worked around horses all my life, and 
I've never seen anyone do what you did this morning. Remarkable. How do you 
do it?"

Smiling in appreciation of the compliment, she replied, "I don't know that I 
can explain it, Uncle Ad. I've always been around horses, you know. I just 
seem to know what a horse needs and wants. They are such simple animals... 
but they sure have their own personalities! ... I just talk to them and know 
what to do based on what they tell me back."

"Well, you did a job on that guy this morning. Maybe I won't have to cut him 
after all."

"Oh, please don't, Uncle Ad. In fact... would you sell him to me? I think 
he'd make a good jumper. I'd really like to have him."

Putting on a stern face, his gruff tone caused Ador  to miss the twinkle in 
his eye. "No. I can't sell him to you!"

"But...? Why not?"

"He isn't mine to sell."

"Huh? I thought all the horses were yours?"

"Except that one."

"?" Her face showed complete confusion.

"That one's yours," Ad said, putting her out of her misery.

Hazel, Rick and Marty grinned at her, in appreciation of Ad's little joke.

"But... Uncle Ad, he's a valuable animal. You can't just give him to me!"

"You're right. I can't. Because he's already yours." Ad couldn't resist 
tweaking her a bit.

"But... but...?" Seeing the smiles around the table, she subsided. Then she 
got up and gave her uncle a big hug. "Thank you. 'Champ' and I will make you 
proud."

"I know you will, honey. You've named him, I take it?"

"Yes. I think he'll be a champion and make me one, too. So I'll call him 
that. Maybe he'll believe it."

"If you tell him, I'm sure he will."


For Christmas, Ador  didn't expect much. She'd already been given Champ 
after all. There were several presents for her under the tree, though, 
including a big box from Marty, with her name on it.

She had no idea what it might be, but expected a new saddle pad or maybe 
even a new saddle. Opening it, she found another package, in bright 
Christmas paper.
Opening that, she found a smaller package, and that contained one yet 
smaller.
Finally, she opened the last package and found displayed there a gold ring 
with a diamond set on it.

Her mouth opened and tears came from her eyes. It was too soon! But it was 
so RIGHT!

She hit Marty playfully on the arm. "You rat! You know you should wait until 
I'm sixteen at least!"

"Well, you know how we talked about all the guys who hustle you. I wanted to 
get there first..." He kissed the tears from her cheeks, before he gently 
kissed her lips. "May I put it on you?"

Breathless, she answered, "I think you'd better. I'm shaking too much to do 
it myself."

That night, their lovemaking was not very spectacular. They were both too 
eager, and too much in love to worry about it. They joined, they satisfied 
each other and, content, they fell asleep in each other's arms.


All too soon it was time for Ador  to return to Richmond.

"Don't worry baby," Marty said. "I'll see you right back here the seventh of 
June."

"But that's five months from now," Ador  wailed.

"Hush, love. It's a long time. But we have a lifetime ahead of us--together. 
I'll cling to that thought. We'll make it."

She controlled herself--with great difficulty--until she was seated on the 
airplane. Belted into her first class seat, she gave herself over to the 
tears that would not be denied. Later she swore she cried all the way to 
Richmond.


In spite of daily letters and occasional phone calls, it was a tough winter 
for both Marty and Ador .

Champ took a lot of Ador 's time--and probably kept her sane. She had to 
school him in jumping and dressage, and learn his foibles while she was at 
it. Her parents were surprised, then amazed when she said she had a new 
horse and they had to arrange to have it flown from Oregon to Virginia. They 
were especially impressed that Ador  had recognized the potential in the 
animal and had broken him herself. (She preferred to say she'd 'gentled' 
him.) She claimed that Champ would make her a champion, just as she had at 
the ranch.

Ador  was a busy girl, with school, horse, and daily letters to her fianc . 
At first, her friends were excited about her engagement--the first in her 
circle, very young for that group. Soon though, they found other interests, 
since Ador  was not interested in giggly gossip about this boy or that--or 
what it would be like to lose one's virginity. And she was too busy for much 
of the high school social scene. Plus, of course, she would not date.

She progressed rapidly with Champ, soon having him performing basic dressage 
and jumping, with honing to top level merely a matter of time and practice.
Aside from that, she was turning into a dour, silent girl. She needed her 
man!
Her mother called Hazel, who cheerfully confided that Marty wasn't in much 
better shape than Ador . Maybe they should get together Easter? Both mothers 
were encouraged that their offspring weren't wavering in their devotion to 
their chosen, even though the separation was terribly hard for them.


Marty managed to spend a couple of weeks in Richmond over Easter. And the 
first of June, Ador  arrived in Portland again. She'd only be able to stay a 
week or so. She was campaigning Champ in the Virginia horse shows, and she 
needed to be home to work with him and attend the competitions.

When she'd been on the ranch a few days, she asked Marty if they could take 
an overnight ride. She'd like to see more of the ranch and the mountains 
Marty loved so much.

Although she tried the western saddles again, Ador  just didn't find them 
comfortable, so this time, she brought her old English rig with her baggage. 
She'd leave it at the ranch, so she'd have something 'civilized' to ride on 
when she visited. Her brother had given her a brand new saddle for 
Christmas, anyway.

Early in the morning, right after one of Hazel's 'stick to the ribs' 
breakfasts, they were off, Marty handling a pack horse as well as his own 
mount. They headed southwest, up into the mountains. The peak of the middle 
'Sister' was their aiming point.

"Where are we going, Marty?" Ador  asked.

"What does it matter?" he teased. "It's all away from the house."

"I'd like to be able to keep my bearings. And to tell the others where we 
went when they ask."

"Just tell them we went up into the forest. I'd just as soon you don't tell 
them about this place. It's my favorite spot and I'd hate to see it ruined."

"OK. But where is it?"

"Well, you follow this slope and keep climbing, with the middle Sister in 
front of you. Once you get over that ridge up ahead, turn more west. There's 
a real faint trail leads up over the next ridge. Then you'll see it."

"What will I see, Marty?"

"Why don't you just wait and see?" he grinned at her impatience.

"Why won't you tell me?" she giggled back at him.

"'Cause you're a greedy, impatient wench?"

She hit him playfully, then trotted ahead. At the top of the first ridge, 
she turned to see how far he was behind her. The panorama took her breath 
away. Spread before her was the ranch and the central valley of eastern 
Oregon. An exceptionally clear day, she thought she could see all the way to 
Idaho. (She couldn't but she could see easily a hundred miles.)

When Marty and the packhorse reached her position, she leaned over and 
kissed him hard. "Have you ever seen anything more beautiful, Marty?" she 
gushed.

"Sure. Lots."

Stung, she challenged, "Like what?"

"Like every time I look at you, baby," he answered quietly.

Sudden tears sprang from her eyes. "I hope we get there, wherever it is, 
pretty soon. I need you, real bad."

"Soon enough, Love. Take your time and enjoy the ride. This is the prettiest 
part of the ranch, I think. I want to share it with you--often!"

"OK. OK. I'll be good... Or I'll behave. Tonight, I'll be good." They both 
chuckled. The joke wasn't very original, but it did fit.

Marty led them straight down the back of the ridge, not very far as the 
trail soon began to climb again. Ador  couldn't see what trail he was 
following.
"It's there, honey. Just stop a minute and _look_. Don't think about 
Virginia bridle paths. Think about how you have to go to get to the top of 
the ridge."

Ador  closed her eyes for a minute. Then opened them and scanned the terrain 
and forest before her. After a minute she said, "I think I see it. Can I 
lead?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

The trail was anything but straight, but it took the path of least 
resistance to where they wanted to go. And, once she got the hang of it, the 
trail was as plain to see as if it was marked out with signs.

At the top of the next ridge, she looked back and discovered that the vista 
from here was really spectacular. The earlier ridge was just a teaser by 
comparison. They were pretty high in the Cascades now, well into the 
national forest. When they turned to continue their ride, Ador  saw a lovely 
meadow below them. Green with lush grass and surrounded with stately yellow 
pine, it was a perfect place to camp, with plenty of dead wood for cooking 
fires. A small stream ran across the meadow from the rock basin of the 
spring that fed it.

"Be careful going down here," Marty cautioned. "I don't want to scuff up 
this trail too much. I'd just as soon nobody else finds this spot..."

"It's lovely, Marty. Thanks for bringing me here."

"Well, you knew I'd take you to the prettiest place I could think of where 
the others wouldn't bother us. This is it."

"You done good, my love. Where do you want to camp?"

They rapidly unloaded their gear and removed the tack from the horses. With 
hobbles, they wouldn't have to worry about pegging them out. Besides, with 
the grass and water in the meadow, they weren't going to go anywhere.

While Marty gathered wood for a fire and built a reflector for it from 
sticks and sod, Ador  set out their bedrolls and unpacked the cooking 
equipment.
There was some discussion about who was going to do the cooking. Ador  won, 
saying she had never cooked for him and it was about time he got some idea 
of how she could do. And besides, he could cook breakfast.

Their meal was simple. Steaks broiled over the flames, while potatoes baked 
in the coals, and a can of beans warmed at the fire's edge. When they 
finished, they checked that the horses were OK for the night and laid out 
their bed.

That night, they made love under the stars for the first time. Caring 
intensely for each other, they were attentive lovers, gaining experience 
rapidly. They were also emotionally mature for their age, learning that 
there was a lot more to their relationship than making love--or simple 
fucking. They cherished the relationship for itself... and were profoundly 
in love.


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