From gnbc@alpha.wcoil.com Fri Jan 03 23:47:48 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: One Lucky Girl 3/3 -FINAL/ENDING-
From: gnbc@alpha.wcoil.com (Ed Richards)
Date: Sat, 04 Jan 1997 04:47:48 GMT

  One Lucky Girl
By: Edward Richards <c> 1997
Chapter 3

	When Pat woke up the next morning, she rolled over and found
Chuck was gone.  At first, she was shaken and a little scared, but
after a few seconds she could hear someone moving pans around
outside the motorhome.  She slipped into her robe, and started down
the hallway.  As she was about to go out, Chuck opened the door and
came in.

	"I hope I didn't wake you," said Chuck.  "I was trying to be as
quiet as I could."

	"Oh, you didn't wake me," Pat said with a smile.  "I was just
getting up, but I couldn't figure out where you were.  I thought you
left me."

	Chuck closed the door behind him.  "Pat, I would never leave
you."  Chuck then placed his hand on her cheek and looked into her
eyes.  "You mean more to me than anything in the world.  You are
more than just a lover, you're my soul."
	
	Pat got up on her tiptoes and kissed Chuck, and the kiss was
returned by a more passionate kiss.  Chuck slid his tongue into her
mouth and began caressing her tongue.  He placed his hand upon
her chest, and he other hand along her back, trapping her in his arms.
Finally, after a few moments, Pat broke the kiss and almost
collapsed.  "Whew!" she sighed, "that really started my day."

	"Why don't you get a shower while I get the rest of breakfast
done?"

	"I don't know," said Pat.  You wore me out yesterday, and the
night before.  I could really stand to get some sleep."
	
	Chuck smiled at her and began to untie her rode.  "Seems like
someone needs some motivation.  Can I help you?"  Her robe
dropped behind her, revealing her petite figure in a light tan teddy.
Chuck started to unbutton the teddy.
	
	Pat sighed when his fingers touched her skin.  "I could use a lot
of help from you."
	
	Chuck worked on the last remaining buttons, and removed the
teddy from her silky, young body.  He ran his hands down to her hips,
and cupped the sides of her buttocks.  Then he knelt on one knee
and took her left breast in his mouth.

	"Ohhhhh," Pat signed, as she felt the warmness of his tongue
across her nipple.  Her legs spread slightly as she enjoyed the feeling
of his mouth on her breast.  Chuck wrapped his left arm around her
waist, locking her into a love grip.  With his right hand he started to
massage her between the legs.  Her reaction was breathy and just as
she changed position, Chuck slide his thumb up and into her wet
channel.

	"Oh my," she panted.  "I'm having and orgasm right now!  Keep
doing that.  Keep doing it, please, please... oh!"
	
	Chuck kept his assault on her breast, licking and nibbling, and
alternating from time to time.  His thumb was now ramming into her
about two times a second, and the side of his index finger was feeling
the moistness of her now soaked slit.  Chuck changed his
movements slightly, and as he entered her with his thumb, he would
slide his finger up past her clitoris.  This final movement sent her
into total ecstasy.

	"Uhhh-ahhhh!!" Pat grunted as Chuck could feel her pussy
tighten up hard around him.  Chuck bit the tip of her nipple ever so
slightly, and pulled on it.  Pat's hand dropped to her stomach and
pressed into her firm figure, as if to intensify the feelings.  "Stop,
stop, I can't stand anymore!" she cried.

	Chuck withdrew his thumb and his hand from between her legs,
and released her breasts for his oral trap, but kissed her slightly
between her breasts.  He stood up, and picked her up, and kissed her
on the neck, then the cheek, then finally when he was sure she had
her breath, his kissed her lips.  "I don't think you're sleepy now, are
you?"
	
	"No, not now," Pat replied with a grin.  "You sure have a unique
way of waking a girl up."
	
	"You should see what I would have done if you still didn't wake
up," Chuck said as he put her down on her feet in the hallway.  "Why
don't you get a shower, while I make breakfast, and we can get on our
way."

	Pat went in the shower and turned on the water.  While she was
standing there, letting the water drift down her perfectly formed young
body, she kept thinking about what had happened to her since she
left Los Angeles.  She thought about her life there, mused over the
fact that a city kid like her was riding around in the prairies of the
west, and most of all wondered if it was just temporary or what.
	
	When she got out of the shower, she was still thinking of home
and things, and decided to pick up.  But when she put her glasses on
she noticed that her teddy and robe were already packed, the bed
was made, and everything was picked up.  Pat dressed in a tube top,
and a pair of cut-off jeans, and some sneakers.  She walked to the
door and could smell ham cooking on a grill, and looked outside.
Chuck was leaning over the grill making the breakfast.  He looked up
and smiled.  "Just about 10 minutes," he called out to her.
	
	"Mind if I use the phone to call home?" Pat asked.
	
	"Sure," said Chuck, "just turn on the ignition and the phone will
come on."
	
	Pat walked to the front of the motorhome and turned the ignition
switch.  The cellular lit up with it's familiar 'beep'.  She dialed her
number, 1-8-1-8 and the rest of the numbers.  The phone rang a few
times, then the familiar voice answered.  "Hello?"
	
	"Hi mom, how are you doing?" Pat asked with her cheerful
sweet voice.
	
	"PAT!  Honey, where are you," her mother asked.
	
	"You won't believe it.  I'm in the foothills in a campground just
outside of Great Falls, Montana.  This place is so beautiful, mother."
	
	"Oh, Pat, I worried so much about you.  Last night I had a
dream about you.  All I could remember was you and some black and
white bird screeching," said her mother with a trembling voice.
	
	"Mom, I'm OK.  What does a sea gull have to do with me?" she
asked.
	
	"I don't know, Pat.  All I can remember was that this bird was
screaming, and you were crying."

	"MOM!  I'm OK.  Really I am.  I'm having a good time, I'm
drawing some great pictures of the U.S.  I like this job, and love the
people," said Pat, thinking in the back of her mind that the side
benefits were not too bad, too.  "If you look at a map, mom, you can
see Great Falls in the western part of Montana.  Tomorrow were
going south on route 89 into Wyoming."

	"Oh, Pat, I just worry about you," said her mom.

	They talked for a while, till Pat heard Chuck's voice yell,
"breakfast".

	A few minutes later, Pat came out of the motorhome and found
a great breakfast.  She couldn't believe her eyes.  Chuck had made a
western omelet with toast, orange juice, and coffee, and the small
table where they ate was adorn with a red and while checked cloth.
On it was a small flower arrangement.  Chuck smiled as Pat left the
motorhome and placed several paper towels over his arm. "Your
place is ready, madam," he said in his best 'butler' type voice.  Pat
leaned over and kissed him, and sat down to eat.

	After they broke camp, the trip was slow and full of delays.
Route 89 was being repaved, so detours was necessary, and taking a
28 foot motorhome down gravel road detours is a little hard at times.
Finally they arrived at their destination.

	It was just starting to get dark, when they pulled into a small
private campground.  Chuck pulled back to their spot which was on a
ridge above a small gorge.  It was not till Pat came out of the
motorhome did she notice the beauty of the area.  "I'll be right back,
I'm going up to the general store to get some supplies.  I need some
more matches, and some canned goods," said Chuck, hold Pat's
hand.

	"Ok, don't be too long," said Pat.  As Chuck left, Pat climbed up
on picnic table that faced the west, and was watching the sun drift
slowly down, turning red, as it finally edged out of sight.  Pat was
emersed in her thoughts when she heard a stick crack behind her.
She swung around quick.  There stood an old native America man,
and a young woman.

	"We're sorry to frighten you," said the young girl. "Please, sit
down."
		
	"We came to see Mr. Rivers, Chuck Rivers.  Is he around?"
asked the old man.

	"He left about twenty minutes ago to go to the general store for
some things," Pat said, as she pointed back towards where they
came in.
	
	"I'll help him," said the old man, as he turned to walk back.  "It's
a long walk, and if he has a lot of things he will need help."  As the
old man walked off, Pat looked at the young girl.
	
	"What's your name?" asked Pat.	
	
	"Blue Sky," said the young girl, "and that was my grandfather,
Thunder Night.  He is the leader of our tribe."
	
	Pat was intrigued by meeting this girl, and sharing in this new
experience.  As they talked, Pat took out her sketchbook and started
doing a pencil and charcoal sketch of the girl.  They talked and talked,
and Pat made at least a dozen sketches, all of which were excellent.
One sketch showed the young girl sitting on a log, leaning back
slightly, with her nipples slightly protruding through her t-shirt.

	"I wish I was that endowed," said Blue Sky.  "You are very good
with your drawing.  I can see that the project my grandfather
commissioned will look real nice when finished."
		
	"I think it will.  I'll do the best I can, and Chuck is a very good
person when it comes to the audio and visual direction.  I've never
met someone as good as him.

	"You are fortunate to be with such a person.  I only hope that
when I am your age, I find someone as nice as him to be my
companion."
	
	The way she phrased it was strange, and Pat put down her
pencil. "What do you mean?"
	
	Blue Sky stood up and stood profiled to the western sky.  Pat
could not help but notice the girls figure as the remainders of light in
the western sky highlighted her.  "My grandfather says that while each
of us has a destiny, we are presented opportunities in life to make
choice.  You have a choice to make and when the king of the sky
cries and is surrounded by the souls of our ancestors, your
opportunity will be made clearer."  Blue Sky turned toward the west
and Pat could see that the girl was reaching up under her shirt and
fondling her breasts as she spoke, and she imagined how it would
feel.  "You have found love, but you have not found the happiness
yet."  As she turned around, her hands came out from under her shirt,
and her nipples left a telltale impressing in her t-shirt which could be
seen in the dim light.  "You and only you can make the choice.  Given
the correct choice, the feelings you will feel with you mind will be as
strong as the feeling you feel from your love.  I hope that when my
time comes, I will have the same opportunity as you.  You are lucky."

	Pat was dying to ask some more questions when she and Blue
Sky heard the sound of people walking on gravel up the road.  Blue
Sky turned around so her arousal was not so evident.  Chuck and
Thunder Night returned, both holding two sacks of groceries which
they set down on the picnic table.

	They stayed for a while, talking till at least 10PM about the
project they were going to do.  Finally when Thunder Night and Blue
Sky left, Chuck and Pat went inside.  They got undressed, and
climbed into bed.  Pat lay on her side, away from Chuck, thinking
about what the girl had said.  Chuck lay beside her but did not seem
interested in sex.  He was wiped out from the travel today.

	"Chuck?" Pat said in a very soft voice.

	"Yes," Chuck replied.

	"Do you really love me?"

	"Now why would you doubt what I said before?" Chuck asked.
	
	"I was just wondering, and I..." Her words were stopped short by
Chuck rolling over so his stomach was at her back.  He lay his hand
over her and cupped her breast, and moved up close to her.
	
	"I don't know how the guys in Los Angeles act, but when I say
something, I mean it.  My word is good, and when I said that I love
you, I meant it."
	
	Those words made Pat feel assured and a little playful, so she
said in a soft voice, "prove it."  Before Pat could ready herself for
turning around to face Chuck, she could feel the dull, hot point of his
penis rubbing against her buttocks.  Chuck's hand moved down from
her breast and held her on the lower part of her stomach between her
navel and her hairless slit.

	"What did you say to me?" Chuck asked in a deep voice while
nibbling on the back of her neck.

	Pat's emotions dropped into overdrive, and she felt that feeling
coming on.  But why was Chuck hesitating?  "You heard me, prove it."
	
	Chuck dropped his hand down and started to massage her
pussy, which was already wet from her arousal.  Then Chuck did
something which she did not expect.  He pressed in on her stomach,
and her reaction was to bend at the waist.  When she did this, she
could feel Chuck's bone nosing around between her legs.  She lifted
her leg up, and Chuck removed his hand from massaging her, and
grabbed his dick.  It took a while, but he finally got the head of it in
her pussy from behind.  He gently rocked his hips back and forth, making
just the head of his dick slide in and out of the first 2 inches of her
love channel.  As soon as he got the rhythm down, his hand returned
to her breast, and his lips to the back and side of her neck.  In and
out, in and out he rocked while nibbling, and sometimes a semi-hard
bite on the neck, and all the time running his fingers across her
nipples.  Time and time again she had mini orgasms, and each time
she would try to speak, he would speed up or slow down.

	Pat could not believe how incredibly good this felt.  It lasted so
long, and was so comfortable of a position.  After what seemed like a
half an hour, Chuck slid down further on the bed, and reached down
and pulled Pat's knee up.  Now she was in a slightly fetal position on
her side.  Pat was wet, and she was hot.  Seven, eight, nine small
climaxes had rolled through her body, and it was such a good feeling.
In and out Chuck went, till suddenly he arched his hip and drove all of
himself in.
	
	"Iaaa!" Pat cried.  It was a cry of both pain as she was instantly
opened, and Chuck's dick hit the end of her love canal.  Chuck realize
it, and didn't penetrate her more, but his thrusts became long and
deep.  He now thrust in every two seconds from just about pulling his
dick out, all the way in where he just touched her cervix.

	"Chuck! Fuck me, fuck me, do it faster," Pat cried.  She could
feel an orgasm spawning inside her.  "Oh, Chuck, Oh, Chuck." she
cried as his bone pummeled her from behind.  Then it happened.  Her
orgasm hit in full force.  It was unbelievable,  She doubled over and
lowered her leg so as to tighten up on Chuck.  As Chuck drove his
piston in and out, the longest orgasm she ever had hit.  "Ohhhhh" she
cried and it contracted Chuck, and intensified.  "Ohhh, do it to me!"
she cried.  "Chuck I love you, please come in me.  I want your come
in me!"
	
	Chuck pulled out of her and flung back the covers.  He got out
of bed, and stood at the end of the bed with his hard on glistening
from Pat's juices.  Before Pat could ask or react, Chuck grabbed her
by the hips and lay her on her back with her ass on the very edge of
the bed.  "Now I'll show you how much I love you," he said, as he
lifted her legs up, and to the side.  Her hairless pussy, wet with her
excitement, opened up and Chuck positioned his dick at the pinkish
hole, and leaned in.  As he leaned into her, his arms and shoulders
forced her legs back towards her chest.  At first Pat was scared as
she was in a very strange position, but then reality hit fast.  As
Chuck's dick penetrated her again, it was at an angle.  At her
entrance the pressure was downward, while with every inward stroke
she could feel his dick on the topside of her vagina.  Chuck's strokes
were firm and long, and not once did he hit her cervix and hurt her.
The feeling was so intense, and as she lay there feeling a major
orgasm build in her stomach, she could put her hand on her lower
stomach and feel slightly the movement each time he penetrated her.
	
	Pat could not hold her stomach for long.  Every portion of her
little body was stimulated as never before.  She alternated between
squeezing her own breasts, to hanging on to Chuck's shoulders while
rocking her hips up into him, to placing her hands behind her head as
Chuck would lean down and capture one of her nipples in her teeth.

	"Ok, babe, here it comes, said Chuck.  Now he really started to
drive her.  Pat was trying to contain her screaming by now, as her
orgasm hit and just held.  Tears were coming out of her eyes.

	"Come on, come on, come on," she was coaching Chuck as he
drove in and out.  "Ah, yeah, come on, I want it, I want it," she cried
as Chuck's motions became more and more aggressive.  She could feel
his dick siding the entire portion of her passage, and the pressure on
the top of her vagina.  With each thrust her little pussy folded in then
collapsed out as Chuck's love tool got ready to drill again.  The front
of Chuck's hips where slapping her ass now, and it was like getting
spanked and fucked at the same time.  All the time, her orgasm just
held there, on a high which was driving her crazy.  She could feel
Chuck's sweat dropping on her chest and stomach as he worked on
her like a man compelled to finish first in a race.  In and out, and in
and out.  Pat was beginning to feel like her pussy was going to rip
open, but she didn't care, it felt so good.
	
	As she started to pinch her nipples, Chuck came in large
quantities of spurts in her.  Pat could feel it pulsing inside her, a
hot, wet feeling.  She brought her legs down and positioned them behind
Chuck's ass, and with his movements she pulled him in harder and
harder.  As his dick stopped giving her his love, she reached up and
grabbed him around the neck, pulling him down on top of her, while
squeezing him with her legs from behind.  She placed her mouth on
his neck behind his ear and started to bite, as if you give him a sucker
bite.  Chuck was taken off balance, and tried to get up, but Pat, still
reeling from a major climax held onto him.  Her legs tighten around
him, and she whispered in his ear, "I want ALL OF your stuff."

	After a few moments Chuck started to go soft, and Pat's orgasm
subsided.  Still, she could feel small contractions in her opening
which clamped down on Chuck.  For a second Chuck seemed like he
was a man without a mission.  Pat tried to catch her breath, but it
seemed that this was not the end.

	Chuck pulled out of her, and as she relaxed her hips, Chuck's
love stuff oozed out of her opening, and down the crack of her ass.
"Oh my god!," Pat said as Chuck moved around to the side of the
bed.  Her eyes flickering as if hit by a stun gun.  "that was
goooood..." She didn't even finish her sentence when Chuck pulled her up
on the middle of the bed.  Chuck hand went between her legs and ass, and
he three fingers loaded with his cum.  He pulled his hand forward
bringing the majority of it up over her opening to her exposed clitoris.
Then bending down, he proceeded to masturbate her as he kissed
her lips and sucked on her perky tits.  The slickness of his cum made
his fingers glide over her clitoris, and what was a vaginal orgasm
turned now into a directly stimulated clitoral climax of maximum
proportion.
	
	"Uh, ah, Uh.. uh.. ah" Pat grunted, as it built up one more time,
till finally it peaked.  "KISS ME!" she commanded, and Chuck bent
over her and kissed her.  Their tongues danced as Chucks hand
movements slowed, and the jerking of her hips subsided.
	
	They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath till Chuck
broke the silence.  "I told you that I love you.  What do I have to do
to prove it."

	Pat thought and thought, but could not put the words together.
All she could do was hold onto him and cuddle tight.  After a while,
they were forced to get up and change the sheets as about 75% of
the bed was wet from their sweat, and love making.
	
	Both Pat and Chuck made love just about every night in some
way, after they got done with the project on the Indian reservation.
But it was not until a cool April night that Pat found out what her
choice would be.  The project was complete, and they were sitting on
a hill overlooking the valley before leaving the following morning.
They were making out like two school kids in love.  Suddenly Chuck
pulled away, and said, "this is not enough."  Pat, feeling the heat of
the moment was about to slip off her top.  "No, I don't mean that,"
Chuck said.  Pat was confused, and looked at him in a curious way.
He stood with his back to a full moon, and to this day Pat remembers
the words he spoke.
	
	"Pat," Chuck said, looking dead serious.  "I love you.  I love you
more that anything in the world.  You are my life, my soulmate, my
lover, my companion."  As Chuck spoke, Pat noticed the eerie image
of the full moon glow directly in back of Chuck's figure.  As he spoke,
she noticed a thousand stars around him in a perfectly clear sky, as if
they were looking down listening to every word.  "Pat, I don't know any
other way to say this but.... ah, I want you to have children, and not
out of just love making, but as my wife... my lifelong companion.  Will
you marry me?"  Pat was stunned, silenced by the words, she could
not speak.  But just seconds later, behind Chuck she saw the image
of a large white and black bird flying in the moonlite sky, and as the
eagle screeched, she remembered the words of Blue Sky.  "YES!"
she cried, jumping to her feet, and practically jumping into Chuck's
arms.  "Yes, I will!!  I love you so much, Chuck."  Pat's destiny had
been sealed.

	This would be the end of the story, but I have to conclude with
some comments.  Yes, Chuck and Pat did get married.  After they
both did some research, she discovered that she had some Native
America blood in her, so they returned to the reservation where they
worked on our project to discover her 'roots', and to be married in a
traditional Native American wedding.  Thunder Night offered the
ceremony, and Blue Sky accompanied Pat in the wedding.  They also
had a traditional wedding in the Catholic church in Los Angeles for
Pat's mother.  Neither Pat's father or brothers could be located.  Pat
and Chuck now are freelance film and radio project managers, and
travel the U.S. and Canada doing documentaries, and special
corporate projects.  They live near the little town of Oxford, Michigan,
and travel extensivly using their motorhome.   This past November,
Pat gave birth to a little girl.  She is beautiful, and looks like Pat
with the exception of Chuck's steely blue eyes.  Her name is Mary Jean.
I can safely say that with two loving parents like Chuck and Pat, Mary
is going to be one lucky girl as well.  Me?  I still keep in touch with
them and work on projects together from time to time, and maybe one
day, I'll find a lucky girl.


					The   End


/Ed




