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Birthday Girl Ch. 1

By: Frederick Carol



This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcome.

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"Michael? Come on over here, there's something I want to ask you."

Michael Delaney looked over at his mother, then walked across to her as she stood at the doorway of their home. "Yeah, Ma? What is it?"

"You know Mrs McLean, down Atwater Creek? Used to be the school teacher?"

"Yeah. What about her?" Mike was curious. Louise McLean was one of the nicest looking women he had ever seen. Not that he'd seen many, for there weren't many around this part of the country. Ma, his sister Kate, two years younger than him, Mrs McLean, a couple or three ranchers' wives they sometimes saw in town, the doctor's wife and three, no four, store keeper's wives in town. Some of them had daughters, but they were just children, the oldest probably nine or ten. Oh, and the two "waitresses" at the saloon. The younger one had given him the glad-eye last time he was in town, but there was something about her he didn't cotton to, although he was polite to her.

"She wants the barn roof repaired before winter," said Ma, drawing his mind back to Mrs McLean. "It needs new shingles. And she wants the corral fence rebuilt. She says she'll give you ten dollars to do it."

"Ma, it's nigh on a two hour ride each way. It'd probably take me a week or more. Not that I couldn't use the ten dollars. Doesn't she want to hire one of the fellows in town?"

"Mike, it's a question of trust. She knows you and she reckons you're a sight more trustworthy than those saloon bums. You don't need to come home at night. Mrs McLean says you can bunk in the barn. The roof only leaks in a couple of places, she says. Your Pa says it's all right, you can take the job if you want. It's slack at the moment and he can manage with Tom and Jack Junior."

"Did she say when?"

"If you ride across tomorrow morning, after breakfast, she'll show you what needs doing. Take your bedroll, in case you stay and start the job. If you're not home for supper, I'll expect you when I see you." And I won't expect you back for days, she thought. Louise has got some plans for your continuing education and her empty bed both. Well, she thought, my friend was the schoolteacher before she married her two-years dead husband.

"Sure thing, Ma. I'll ride across in the morning." With that he got on with his chores, wondering idly how hard he'd have to work. He fell asleep that night thinking of Mrs McLean. That must have been what did it, 

Mike took it easy riding to Mrs McLean's place, enjoying the summer sunshine. He'd brought his bedroll because he figured he'd probably take the job on. On impulse he turned Caesar, his bay gelding, and followed a faint game trail into the trees. After twisting through some underbrush he came out at a natural pool formed where the creek ran off over a rock shelf. He figured it was about fifty feet long and about half as far across. The only tracks were animal tracks. A good place for a swim. Even better with a girl along, he thought, feeling his prick twitch in his pants. Mike shrugged ruefully. No girls near old enough in these parts except his sister.

Another faint game trail brought him back on course. He didn't think he'd lost more than a half-hour or so and a glance at the sky suggested it was close to noon. He raised Caesar's pace to a trot and within the hour was stepping off him and hitching him to Mrs McLean's rail.

She came out on the stoop to greet him.

"Good morning, Michael. Come to fix my barn?"

"I guess so, Miz McLean. Ma give me an idea what you needed done, but iffen you could show me?"

"It'll keep a while longer, Michael. Coffee and some beef stew first?"

"That'd be great, Miz McLean. If you'd show me where I could clean up?"

"The pump's out back, Michael. There's soap and a towel under the lean-to."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Come into the kitchen when you're done. Straight in through the back door."

He eased the saddle girth on Caesar and watered him, then hitched him to the rail again before going to the rear of the house and washing his face and hands.

The meal was first rate, simple and filling, the coffee delicious. He told Mrs McLean so and she refilled his cup with a smile.

"I'm trying to bribe you to do the work," she joked.

"No need, ma'am. If you show me what needs doing, I'll get on with it."

"I'll get my shawl."

The work wasn't hard, but there was plenty of it. The barn roof needed the shingles replacing over an area about fifteen feet by twelve, near one corner. The corral rails were rotted, and he told her so.

"What do you reckon, then, Michael? New rails?"

"Surely, Ma'am. If you'll lend me your buggy team, I'll cut some new poles and we can drag them down here with the team."

"And the shingles?"

"I think you got enough stored in the barn to fix the roof. I'll take the old ones off this afternoon. I guess that'll take me until near sundown. Tomorrow morning I'll start replacing them. I reckon that will take me most of the day. Thursday I'll cut the poles and Friday I'll do the corral."

"That would be wonderful, Michael. I'll help in any way I can."

"I'd prefer it if you stayed in the house while I'm ripping off the old shingles, Miz McLean. That way I can just throw them down without wondering if I'm going to hit you."

"Fine, Michael. I'll make us an apple pie for tonight's supper."

Mike unsaddled Caesar and parked his saddle and bedroll in the barn. He left his gunbelt there, too. He turned Caesar into the corral with Mrs McLean's three horses.

He spent the rest of the afternoon stripping off the old shingles. To do the job properly meant he had to take some good ones off, too, but he was finished before the sun hit the horizon. He went to wash up at the pump and stripped off his shirt. He wasn't wearing his long johns in the summer heat so his chest was bare. He washed up well and dunked his head to rinse the soap off. That way he could comb his hair so it'd behave itself. When he straightened up he had soap in his eyes and couldn't find the towel.

"Here, Michael, beside your left hand." Mrs McLean put the towel into his hand. He wiped his eyes and put the towel back on the hook.

"Have you a spare shirt with you, Michael."

He flushed and shook his head. "I never thought."

She smiled and held a shirt out to him. "Wear this. It was my husband's. I'll wash yours for when you go home."

"That's very good of you," he said awkwardly.

"Think nothing of it, Michael. Supper in ten minutes. Come in as soon as you're ready."

Supper was as good as the noon meal had been, simple and satisfying. The apple pie was marvellous, He'd never tasted one as good and told Mrs McLean so.

"Not even your mother's? I don't believe you. I used her recipe!"

"Well, maybe, but yours is as good as hers."

"Thank you, Michael, I take that as a compliment."

"Mrs McLean, would you call me Mike, like Ma does? Michael sounds kinda, well, formal."

"Certainly, Mike, on one condition."

"And that is?"

"That you call me Louise."

"Louise. That's a pretty name."

She smiled at him. "Thank you, Mike. Come on through to the parlor for a while. I'll do the dishes later. Bring your coffee."

She had a fire burning against the cool of evening and two lamps lit the room. Mike's eye was caught by a shelf of books and he went across to them. Louise McLean had sat down in a rocker beside the fire and picked up some sewing. She nodded permission when he reached towards the books.

Being as how she'd been the school teacher before she married Tom McLean, he wasn't surprised to see a couple of McGuffey's Readers, but she had Shakespeare, some Charles Dickens' and Ralph Waldo Emerson's Essays. There were a couple with plain brown paper wrappers where he couldn't read the title. He picked one of them up and opened it. The title caught his eye; Aristotle's Masterpiece.

"Mrs McLean - sorry, Louise - I don't think I've heard of this one. What's it about?"

"Let me see."

He passed the book to her and she opened it. To his astonishment, she looked very uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, Mike. This one shouldn't have been on the shelf. It belonged to Tom." She held the book to her chest, bottom lip caught between her teeth. She looked thoughtfully at him, then as if coming to a decision, held the book out.

"You're old enough to read this. Would you mind taking it out to the barn and reading it there? I think I'd be too embarrassed to be in the same room while you read it."

He was real keen to read that book, but he figured a little reluctance would do no harm. 

"Louise, I don't want to read it if it's going to bother you."

"Mike, Tom used to read it sometimes. I'd appreciate your opinion. You always seem level-headed."

"If you're sure?"

"Go on. Take the spare lantern in the kitchen. I'll do the washing up and then I'm for bed."

"All right, Louise. Good night, and thank you."

"Good night, Mike. See you at breakfast."

He took the book and went out through the kitchen, collecting the lantern as he went. It was about nine o'clock and there was still quite a lot of light in the sky, but the barn was dim and he needed the lamp. He put the lantern on an upturned barrel and opened the book at random. An illustration caught his eye and his jaw fell. He looked closer and shook his head. A woodcut of a naked woman! And a man! He flicked the pages and found more, together with description of the way of a man with a woman. Jumpin' Jehosophat! He could feel his pecker getting hard and eased himself in his jeans, then decided that the way to be comfortable would be to undress and get into his bedroll.

It must have been well after midnight before he settled down to sleep and his prick was aching hard, aching hard for Louise McLean, 

In the house Louise smiled when she saw the lamp go out. Seed sown! Now to cultivate it. She settled herself for sleep, her hand resting comfortably between her legs.

Next morning dawned bright and clear again, the sun soon warming the air. Mike tried hard not to look as tired as he felt and was out mending the roof as soon as he'd finished breakfast. He'd only been working a little while when Louise McLean came out into the yard.

"Mike? Is there any way I could help?"

He considered. "It would go quicker if there was some way you could pass the shingles to me. But that'd mean climbing the ladder, and you couldn't do that in a skirt. At least, not easily."

"If I wore trousers?"

"Yeah, that'd do it." He was curious. He'd never seen a woman wearing trousers.

"I'll be back in a minute." She turned and went back into the house, thinking furiously. How can I tempt him? she wondered, then had an inspiration. The spare bedroom window, it faced the barn.

Mike carried on with what he was doing and carried some shingles carefully up the roof to where he was working. He straightened to ease his back and glanced down at the house. A movement caught his eye inside the house and he watched guiltily as Louise McLean removed her dress. He was looking steeply down, but he could see her from the waist down. He held his breath as she pulled the dress up over her head. He was astonished to see that she was not wearing anything under the dress except stockings held by garters above the knee. At least, he couldn't see anything. The curly mat of blonde hair at her groin was clearly visible and his cock twitched in his jeans. She turned slightly and the delicious curve of her ass was clear to him as she stepped into a battered pair of overalls. Her lower body moved out of his sight as she stepped away from the window.

Guiltily and trembling, he got back to work as she came out into the yard.

"Mike?"

He moved to where he could see her and looked down. The overalls were about three sizes too big for her and she had a belt fastened snugly about her waist to hold them up. The bib was only decorative on her slender form and she'd tied the galluses together behind her neck to keep them out of her way. The cuffs were turned back to let her walk. A faded man's shirt completed her outfit. She saw him looking and twirled.

"Elegant, Mike? The very height of Paris fashion?" She laughed in self-mockery, a bubbly giggle that made Mike's prick twitch. She sobered. "OK, Mike. How do I help?"

"Have you ever climbed a ladder, Louise?"

"Not that high."

"Climb up here, see if you're OK with it. Don't try to carry anything." Mike watched carefully as Louise McLean climbed gingerly up to him.

"Well," she demanded. "How did I do?"

"Fine, Louise, now do it again, and this time bring me a shingle up."

She backed carefully down the ladder and moments later triumphantly handed him a shingle.

"That's great, Louise! If you bring them up and stack them here," said Mike, indicating a corner where he'd put the first ones he carried up, "I'll collect them and nail them on. We might be finished by noon, with luck!"

And they were. Down on the ground, Mike stretched, easing the cramp in his back.

"Sore?" asked Louise, solicitously.

"Stiff," Mike replied, straightening. He grinned at her. "How about we get something to eat and then I go to cut the poles for the corral."

"I've got a better idea," she said. "Are you in a desperate rush to be home again?"

"Well, no," admitted Mike.

"Take a break, then. You saddle your horse and my saddle horse, that little calico mare. I'll make us some sandwiches and we'll go out and have a picnic."

"That'd be marvellous, Miz McLean - sorry! Louise!"

"Let's do it!"

A half hour or so later saw them riding away. Mike glanced across at Louise McLean. She was still wearing the shirt and overalls and had added a dusty stetson. This at least seemed to be hers, for it fitted her.

"Where do you want to head, Louise?"

"I don't know." She shrugged. "I'm ashamed to say that I don't really know this country." She glanced across at him. "Do you know anywhere we could swim?"

He was startled. Swim? Together? That would mean she'd have to take her clothes off! Even if he was a proper gentleman he might be able to sneak a peek. He'd like to see what went with the legs he'd glimpsed. 

"Mike?" He brought his mind back, with an effort.

"Sorry! I was just thinking. Yesterday, when I came over, I followed a game trail. Just out of curiosity. I was early."

"And?" she prompted.

"There was a pool. I didn't test the depth, but it looked big enough to swim."

"Lead the way, Mike."

About thirty minutes later he spotted the trail he'd left coming out from the pool and turned off the main trail. Louise pulled her mare in behind Caesar and followed him into the trees. They were soon in the clearing and she exclaimed with pleasure.

"Mike, it's perfect!" She dismounted quickly and stood holding the reins. She looked at him. "What should we do with the horses?"

Mike pointed. "I'll picket them over there. There's plenty grass and they'll be able to reach the creek to drink." He laughed. "Downstream from us!" He bent to take her reins, pausing while she removed her saddlebags, then picketed the two horses on long lines, easing the saddle girths. He walked back to where Louise McLean stood thoughtfully looking at the pool. She looked at him, appraisingly.

"What is it?" Mike asked. "Something wrong?"

"Can I trust you?" she asked.

"You trusted me to do a good job on your roof. I'm still the same Michael Delaney."

Louise laughed. "Well said, Mike. I'll tell you why I asked. Have you been swimming before?"

"Yeah, lots of times."

"With the other boys?"

"Yeah."

"Naked?"

Mike shrugged, flushing slightly. "How else?"

"There's a garment called a bathing dress. I've got one in my saddlebag. I only wore it once before and it was hellish uncomfortable to swim in." She looked directly at him. "I much prefer to swim naked."

Mike flushed again and swallowed, a vision of Louise McLean naked leaping into his mind.

"Will you turn your back while I get into the water, Mike, and again when I get out?" she asked softly.

"Of course," he replied. At least she didn't ask me not to look while she's in the water, he thought.

"All right, turn around, and don't look until I tell you to."

He turned and stood stiffly while she undressed, listening to the swish of garments against skin. His prick was stiff and he wondered how he was going to get into the water himself!

"All right, Mike. It's your turn," said Louise, giggling to herself. Pity you hadn't been watching, Mike, you would have enjoyed my little show.

Mike turned. Louise McLean was in the water, submerged up to her neck, her blonde hair piled on her head to keep it out of the water.

"You turn your back now," he said.

She nodded. "Fair's fair." She turned away and Mike quickly undressed, piling his clothes near hers and stepping into the water until his half-hard prick was safely submerged.

"It's OK now, Louise. You can turn around." He sank down completely into the water then began to swim around the pool. There was only room for a half-dozen strokes or so and then it was necessary to turn and swim back. Louise smiled at him as they passed, but he could see little except a vaguely woman shape, for although the water was clear, the motion of their swimming caused the ripples to distort the image. Eventually, Louise paused.

"I'm going to get out now, Mike. Please turn your back again."

Obediently he did so, but couldn't resist taking a quick peek over his shoulder. Her back was to him as she stepped carefully out of the water. He thought to himself, >she is beautiful!', watching the play of the muscles in her ass as she moved towards her clothes. He caught a glimpse of her breast as she stooped to her clothes then quickly turned away as she took a towel from her saddlebag, glancing towards him as she did so.

She smiled to herself. >Good', she thought, >I'd be really disappointed if he hadn't tried to peek'. She dried herself quickly then dressed again in the overalls and shirt. She grimaced slightly at their touch. >I wish I'd thought to bring clean clothes' she thought regretfully.

Dressed, she turned. Mike was neck deep in the water, obediently facing away from her.

"Right, Mike. It's your turn. I'll leave the towel here. I'm going to get the sandwiches out. I'll keep my back turned until you tell me different. All right?"

"Thanks, Louise, that'd be swell." Mike waited until Louise had collected the saddlebags and knelt to unpack the food, facing carefully away from him. He stood and stepped out of the water. At least his pecker had softened, he thought, towelling himself vigorously. He quickly donned his clothes, stamping his feet into his boots without socks, which he tucked into his saddlebag.

"I'm decent, Louise," he called, rewarded with a dazzling smile over her shoulder.

"You were a proper gentleman, Mike. Thank you."

"You're a lady, Louise, a man should be a gentleman for you."

"Why Michael Delaney, I think you're a romantic." She laughed lightly and grinned at him. "Have a sandwich."

It was late afternoon when they got back, for they had idled, neither of them being in any great hurry to finish their time together.

"Are you very hungry, Mike?" asked Louise.

"Not really. I think that beef sandwich was the biggest one I've ever seen."

"Ham and Eggs?"

"That would be swell, Louise."

"Give me half an hour, I need to change first," she said.

"I'll be in the barn," said Mike.

He walked over to the barn, thinking that he'd be able to read a little more of Aristotle's Masterpiece. He would have been surprised if he could have seen the look on Louise McLean's face. He found the book where he'd left it and carried on reading. The images in the book blurred, all of the female figures taking on the shape of Louise McLean. His prick was stiff and uncomfortable in his pants and he put the book to one side. >I need to get control of myself', he thought. >I don't want to upset Mrs McLean, she's been too nice to me'. He smiled ruefully to himself. >I wish I could of taken a better peek at her, but what I saw sure looked good.' He sat in wishful solitude for a little longer, then went across to the house to wash up.


Birthday Girl Ch. 1



The smell of frying ham made his mouth water and he washed hurriedly. Louise McLean smiled at him as he went into the kitchen and slid a heaped plate of ham and eggs in front of him, giving herself a smaller portion. "Eat up, Mike, we've earned it."

"Thanks, Louise. Tomorrow we, . . at least I . . . "

"We," said Louise firmly.

"We," Mike acknowledged. "We can go up to the knoll on the river. There's poles there will do nicely for the corral. I had another look at it, earlier. It isn't quite as bad as I thought at first. If we can find about a dozen twenty foot poles, that should do it. I think the team can handle them, especially if we take the saddle horses."

"How long, do you think. To get the poles, I mean." She raised her eyebrows in question.

"If we set off straight after breakfast, we should be back with the poles by mid-afternoon at the latest, probably earlier. I can get on with the corral straight away."

"We'll see how it goes. Apple pie?"

"Please."

Ham, eggs and apple pie completed, Louise poured two coffees and led the way into the parlour. Mike glanced at the books. Louise caught his eye and he flushed. She smiled gently. "How are you enjoying the book, Mike?"

Mike flushed even more, looking away.

"Come on, Mike, tell me. Be truthful, please, there are enough liars in this world. You're enjoying it, aren't you?" Her gaze was quizzical, no mockery on her face.

"Er . . yes," he started, then paused to clear his throat, taking a quick gulp of coffee. "Yes, I'm enjoying it, although I haven't finished it yet." He smiled ruefully. "I'll tell you one thing, Louise, you sure as heck shouldn't have let me read it."

"Why not, Mike?" Her tone was gentle, coaxing.

"It made me feel real horny!" He flushed and made to apologise for his words, but she smiled and gestured to him to continue. "It made me realise that I really want to know what it's like to have a woman. The only trouble is that the only available women around here are the whores at the saloon," he finished, his voice disconsolate, wondering at his own words.

"Don't, Mike, not them," Louise said gently.

"Who else, then? Huh?" His voice was harsh and he wished he could retract the words.

She avoided, or ignored, his question, answering him with one of her own. "When you were reading the book, Mike, did you imagine doing those things?"

He stood up, angrily. "Of course I did! I couldn't help myself!"

Her voice was quiet and at first he thought he'd misheard her. "Tom used to read that book to me when we were in bed. It always worked a treat. When he'd finished reading we would fuck like a couple of wildcats."

Mike could hardly believe his ears. "You mean you - he - I mean..."

"Mike, a woman has needs, too, you know." She took him by surprise again. "Did you like what you saw at the pool today?"

"What do you mean?" he stammered, confused. Ohmigod, she saw me!

"Mike! Please." She shook her head. "You peeked, I saw you."

Mike looked down at his feet. "Only the once," he muttered.

"Was it enough?"

"No. I only saw your back and a glimpse of your bosom." He looked up defiantly, surprised to see only compassion in her eyes and a gentle smile on her face. He was still standing and she stood up and came over to him. There was a fragrance about her. She reached out her hand and raised his chin so that he was looking into her eyes.

"Would you like to see the rest of me?" she asked gently.

He groaned. "Don't torture me, Louise."

"I never offer anything I'm not prepared to follow through on, Mike. When you were reading the book? Who did you imagine doing those things with?"

"You." He could hardly get the word out past clenched teeth.

She nodded. "Was it a good thought, Mike. You and me? Or did it disgust you? A woman ten years older than you."

"No!" he cried. "You're beautiful! It was a dream, to think of you and me together."

"Doing what, Mike?"

"Making love!"

She surprised him again. "You mean you want to put your prick in my cunt?" She put her hand over his mouth before he could speak. "Don't say a lady shouldn't talk like this. Bedroom talk is private, between a man and his woman. No one else has the right to judge."

He shook his head. "Yes, I do." He took a deep breath and continued. "I do want to put my prick in your cunt. Of course I do, but I wouldn't want to do it if you didn't, too! I want to put my prick in your cunt, not someone else's. But it's no good, you'd never want me."

"But Mike, I do! I'm wet between my legs just thinking about it!" She glanced down and smiled. "It looks as if you have a present for me." She took his hand. "Come into the bedroom."

The bedroom was dim, lit only by a shielded candle. Louise McLean stopped beside the bed and released his hand. She smiled and raised her hands to the buttons which ran all down the front of her dress. She began slowly to unfasten the buttons. Mike stood, hardly daring to breathe, watching her fingers move steadily downward, until she stopped at the buttons just above her knees. She unfastened the buttons at her wrists and opened the front of the dress, shrugging it off, letting it crash soundlessly about her feet. Beneath it she wore only stockings, held above the knee by garters. She bent and untied the garters, then sat on the edge of the bed and removed the stockings, rolling them carefully and putting them on the bedside dresser. She stood, naked, weight on her left foot, right leg slightly bent. She gazed solemnly at him.

"Do you like me, Mike?"

"Oh, Louise, you are so beautiful, so very, very beautiful." Her body was glorious. She was about four inches shorter than his own even six feet, with long legs, slim but unmistakably female hips, narrowing to a slim waist above which jutted a beautiful pair of breasts, firm, full, glorious; deep pink nipples erect in large areolas. She reached up and loosened her hair, letting it flow around her shoulders, its sun-bleached colour a shade lighter than the curly mat at her groin.

"Take your clothes off, Mike. This needs both of us." Her voice was gently mocking, affectionate. He trembled and began to unfasten his jeans, pausing as he remembered to pull off his boots, pushing his jeans off and tearing a button on his shirt in his eagerness. When he was naked he stopped, embarrassed, his prick rigid.

Louise McLean reached out gently and touched him, her fingers cool on his heat.

"It's beautiful, Mike. I want it, here." She touched her groin, then released him and lay back on the bed, her legs spread. "Now, please, Mike."

Mike knelt gingerly between her legs, angling himself so that his prick pointed to where he thought her cunt was. He paused, uncertain. Louise reached out and took him, guiding his rigidity into herself. It was a warm, wet velvet pit and he felt as if he was drowning.

"There, Mike, it's in. Now fuck me, lover, fuck me!"

He began to move, awkward in his inexperience then stopped, appalled, as his body betrayed him and his prick spurted his seed into Louise McLean's cunt. She hugged him close as soon as she realised, soothing, crooning to him.

"Don't worry, lover, don't fret, my baby. It's all right, you'll soon be hard again. It's better this way, really it is. Next time you'll be able to keep going. Oh, lover, you'll enjoy it so much more."

Mike eased himself out of her and lay on his back, his prick still half hard, semen glistening at its tip. Louise sat up and bent across him, startling him as she licked quickly at his prick.

"What did you do that for?" he asked, bewildered. There had been nothing like that in the book; at least not the bits he had read so far.

Louise smiled at him. "I like the taste," she said, then lay back beside him, his hand in hers. "I used to suck Tom's prick sometimes, and he used to suck my quim."

Mike was startled. "I didn't realise you could do anything like that."

Louise laughed. "You picked the wrong book, Mike. The other one in the plain wrapper would have given you the necessary hint." She rolled over towards him and propped herself up on her elbow, studying him. He was still nervous, she thought. Not surprising, he was only nineteen and she had damn' near kidnapped him into her bedroom. Poor baby, he'd shot his load before he had a chance to enjoy the fucking. She reached out gently and stroked his prick. It was a magnificent sight when it was hard, she thought, it must be over eight inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist. She'd damn' near come herself when he came into her, it had been so long since she'd had a prick inside her. She stroked him gently, crooning as his lovely weapon stiffened into a pulsing rigidity.

"Louise?" Mike's voice was a croak.

"Yes, honey?"

"Can I, I mean, can we .. Er.."

"Fuck?" said Louise succinctly, smiling. Mike nodded, flushing. "We certainly can, Michael Delaney, just as soon as you get that lovely prick of yours back inside me!" She lay back, spreading her legs as Mike positioned himself to enter her, groaning as she felt the full length of him moving into her.

Mike began to move gingerly backwards and forwards, the novel sensations assaulting his senses so that his head swam. Louise gently began to move, accommodating herself to his rhythm, leading him, imposing her own timing on their union. Mike sank deeply into her on his forward stroke, pleased and proud that Louise McLean found him desirable, eager to please her.

"Am I doing this right, Louise?" he asked anxiously.

"God, yes!" she moaned, "and keep on doing it!"

Louise began to tremble slightly, raising her legs and hooking her heels behind his back, urging him into her with little cries and moans. His prick felt good inside her, hard but yielding, and she could hear him squishing in her juices as he moved. She giggled suddenly.

"What is it?" asked Mike, surprised, pausing in his thrusts.

"Don't stop!" she cried urgently, relaxing as he began to move again. "I was just thinking, I haven't been this wet since Tom died." She moaned as a tremor went through her. "Oh, Mike! Fuck me, baby, fuck me! Oh, God, I'm going to come!"

She clenched him to her, her heels tight in his back, feeling him still moving in her quim, then abandoned herself to the incredible sensations of her first shared orgasm for over two years, shaking in her release. Mike, excited at the effect he was having on her, felt a deep stirring within himself, a string being drawn from deep within, an explosion of feeling, shaking as he felt his own climax build, exploding suddenly into her, so that he stiffened and shuddered, burying his prick as deep within her as it would go, his seed pulsing into her depths as she trembled slowly into stillness, breathing heavily, feeling her gasping for air beneath him as she came down from her own plateau of sensation.

They lay motionless for some time, breathing heavily, then Louise stirred.

"Let me up a little, I can't breathe."

Mike was instantly contrite, moving as if to leave her.

"Don't pull him out!" she exclaimed, then kissed Mike's nose. "Just take your weight on your elbows for a while, dear. I like to feel you inside me." She lay back, still breathing heavily, then unhooked her heels from his back. She hugged him hard, suddenly. "Thank you, Michael Delaney, I needed that."

"Thank you, Louise McLean, for letting me serve you."

She chuckled. "I don't know about serve, Mike, but you certainly gave me a good servicing. I think you're about to fall out, Mike, so pull back and roll over. Onto your back, that's it." She got to her feet and reached across to the dresser for a cloth, dipping it in a bowl of water and gently wiping his limp prick clean. She was about to wipe herself when he stopped her, reaching for the cloth. She smiled and passed it to him, lying back and spreading her legs so that he could wipe her. She stifled a laugh as she realised he was studying her cunt carefully. He glanced up at her, smiling.

"It's beautiful," he said, simply. He stood up and reached for his clothes.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked, sitting up, careless in her nakedness.

"Going to the barn, to sleep," he said.

"Sleep with me, Mike, " she said quietly, holding out her hand to him. "We can make love again, as often as you like, and again tomorrow night. If you want to, that is," she finished, ashamed of the need in her voice.

"I want to, Louise," he said. "I just didn't dare hope that you might want to do it again."

"Oh, I want to, Mike, believe me. I'm ashamed of just how much I want to. Mike?" she began.

"Yes, Louise," he said as he sat back on the bed.

"Was that your first time?" she asked, taking his hand.

Mike nodded. "It was, Louise, my very first. Thank you." He grinned at her. "It was wonderful, much better than my hand."

She laughed, then stood up, signalling him to do the same, turning back the sheets.

"Come to bed, then, Mike, and sleep with a woman for the first time."

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Comment and constructive criticism welcome.



Birthday Girl Ch. 2



This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcome.

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Mike woke from a dream, an exciting dream where he was actually sharing the bed of Louise McLean, then felt the animal heat of her body beside him in the bed. He lay back , happy, content in his realisation that it wasn't a dream, after all. He smiled to himself and drifted back into a dreamless sleep.

Mike woke again, dawn greying the window, an unusual sensation at his groin. Startled, he realised what it was. Louise McLean was kneeling beside the bed and she was licking his prick. As he realised, it seemed to grow another inch, until it was rock hard and ready. Louise licked it again, then glanced up at him.

"Would you like to come in my mouth?" she asked quietly.

His prick jumped. Mutely, he nodded.

"Move over a bit, and lie back," she murmured, climbing onto the bed beside him. She pushed his legs apart and lay down on her belly between them. Supporting herself on her elbows, she ran her tongue the length of his prick, from his balls to the tip. His prick jerked in reflex. Louise took gentle hold of it and circled the end with her lips, sucking gently, then circling the end with her tongue. She moved forward slightly and began to move her head gently back and forth, occasionally swirling her tongue around his tip, then settling back into her rhythm.

He gritted his teeth and tried hard not to come, but could feel the pressures rising.

"It'll be soon, Louise," he moaned.

"You're close?" she asked, pausing for a moment, licking her lips.

"Yes, I am," he replied, his voice a croak.

She smiled at him. "Then let's get serious." She raised herself so that she was kneeling between his legs, then took his hands and placed them on her breasts.

"I like my nipples stroked, Mike, and pinched a little. Not too much. . . yes! That's it, that is go-o-o-o-d." She bent her head to his groin again. Shocked with pleasure, he realised that she was taking his full length into her throat, her tongue weaving patterns on the underside of his prick. She pulled back to the tip of his prick, then forward again, down, down, taking him deep into her throat. Despite his efforts, he could feel his climax approaching.

"Louise! It's happening, I'm gonna shoot! Louise! Oh, shit, oh my God, oh . . .Louise!" With an anguished wail, Mike shot his load just as Louise bottomed on her stroke, her chin on his balls. He felt her swallow convulsively, then ease back, breathing around his rigidity, so that he could feel her breath on his balls, feel her swallowing his come, feel her nipples hard under his fingers.

Gradually, the twitches of his prick stilled, the semen ceasing to flow. Louise licked carefully around the head of his tool and sat back, swallowing.

"You taste good, Mike."

He looked at her, stunned. "That was incredible!"

She grinned at him, looking nearer fifteen than her twenty-seven years. "Your prick was good in my cunt, and it tasted great in my mouth. You have great talent, Mike. When you get a regular girl of your own she's gonna be happy." She sobered. "In the meantime, Mike, since there are no decent men in this country for me, and no girls for you, at least we have each other. I love you, Mike." She smiled. "Understand me, though, I'm not in love with you. You do realise the distinction?"

"Yes, Louise, I feel the same way about you. I'll always love you. Whatever might happen in the future. I'll always be grateful for these moments." He glanced out of the window. "Sunup. We still have the corral to fix. If we hurry we could have the poles here by noon and we could go for another swim, only this time I won't turn my back!"

Louise laughed. "Right, Mike! You get dressed and go build up the stove, then it's breakfast as soon as I can get it cooked."

Within the hour they were on their way, Louise again lost inside the oversize overalls. They had decided to use the buggy and fasten the poles to the rear. The knoll above the river revealed more than enough young sapling poles for their needs and they were soon hard at work. Louise had kept a two-handed saw in the barn and insisted on helping Mike cut down the saplings. The day was hot and her shirt was soon sticking to her. Mike grinned at her, removing his own shirt. She stuck out her tongue at him and loosened the next three buttons on her shirt, opening it almost to her waist, the cleft between her generous breasts drawing his eye like a magnet.

"Concentrate, Mike. These are for later!" She grinned at him, then looked down, raising her eyebrows in mock amazement at the swelling in his jeans. He laughed and continued sawing.

Louise's buggy team made light work of the burden of the poles and they were soon heading back to Louise's homestead. Mike, who was driving, suddenly hauled on the reins, looking intently towards Louise's house, now only a quarter-mile or so away.

"There's a buggy in your yard, Louise. Are you expecting company?"

"No, Mike." She glanced at him. "Trouble?"

"I doubt it." Mike sat back down and checked his pistol. He grinned at Louise. "I hope it ain't, >cos a fast gun I'm not!"

"No guns, Mike," said Louise quietly. "If anything happens I could never face your mother again!"

"I'll be careful, Louise. Come on, let's find out who it is." He grinned at her. "You'd better fasten your shirt!" Louise flushed and hurriedly complied.

Mike clucked to the team and they carried on. Two figures beside the buggy saw them coming and turned to greet them. Closer, Mike could see that the buggy was loaded with baggage. The two figures were a man, about forty or so, and glory-be! a girl, looking to be about as old as his sister.

Mike reined in about twenty feet from the strangers and set the brake. The man smiled and came towards them, doffing his hat to Louise.

"Good-day, folks. I'm Dafydd Evans. This is my daughter, Lisa. We were headed for Twin Falls, but we seem to be lost."

"Did you take the left fork at the dead pine, about three miles back?" asked Mike, scarcely able to keep his eyes from the girl.

"Yes," said the stranger. "We did."

"If you'd gone right, you'd have been on the right trail. About five more miles would have seen you to town."

"Is that so? Well, in that case, we'll leave you in peace and get on our way."

"You'll do no such thing," said Louise. "It's nigh on noon and you aren't moving any further before you've eaten. I'm Louise McLean and this is Mike Delaney."

"Mrs McLean, Mr Delaney." Evans was politeness itself, and Mike sensed goodwill in the man. He glanced at the girl. Red-gold hair, piled on top of her head, wisps escaping to frame a perfect oval face, with green eyes, a pert nose and the most kissable mouth since. . . since, well, Louise!

"If you'll give me a moment or two to change." Louise glanced down at herself and chuckled. "I'm not at my best at the moment."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" asked Lisa. Louise smiled.

"Sure thing, honey. Come on in and let's get acquainted." She took the girl's hand and led her indoors.

"You want a hand, Mr Delaney?" asked Evans.

"If you could unhitch the team, sir, and turn them into the corral, I'll get these poles and stack them ready for this afternoon."

Evans nodded and set to easily. Mike noticed that there was no wasted motion, yet Evans didn't come across as a Western man. He shrugged and dragged the poles to the corral, setting them ready for use. Evans helped him move the last couple.

"Is there somewhere we can wash up?" he asked.

"Sure, 

"Lead the way."

The two were soon cleaned up and Louise called them into the kitchen. "Sit down," she said, "the food won't be a minute. Those biscuits ready, honey?" The query was addressed to Lisa, who produced a plate of hot biscuits as if by magic.

"They are, Miz Louise."

"Put them on the table, just there. Beef, potatoes, gravy, and the biscuits. Does that suit, gentlemen?"

"It certainly does, Mrs McLean. Thank you kindly."

There was little conversation over the meal. Mike spent the time covertly studying Lisa Evans. By the end of the meal, he'd decided that with the possible exception of Louise, she was the loveliest creature he'd ever seen. He noticed her looking at him a couple of times but she looked away quickly before he was able to think of anything to say.

With the meal finished and the dishes stacked ready for washing, Louise filled the coffee cups and put them on a tray, leading the way through to the parlour. Lisa's eyes were taken by the books and she went across to them. Mike groaned inwardly, then realised that the paper-bound books were nowhere in sight. Louise caught his eye and winked.

"Is it permitted to ask what brings you to these parts, Mr Evans? I don't like to be nosy, but," and she smiled, "I do like to know what is happening. Out here, I don't always manage. Mike's mother tells me what she can but I lose track."

"Perhaps if I said it was >Doctor' Evans, that would be a clue, Miz McLean." Evans smiled. "Doctor Weiss wants to go East to visit his daughter. I want to practise medicine in a Western community. As from the end of next week, I'm the doctor in Twin Falls."

"Welcome, Doctor." Louise smiled. "I hope you and Lisa will be happy here. You don't take over until the end of next week?"

"Not officially. I shall of course make sure of Doctor Weiss' methods. It doesn't do to alienate your patients with >new-fangled' medicine." Evans' tone was gently self-mocking.

"Would you and Lisa like to come out here on Sunday for dinner. I can do better when I have time to prepare."

"If it's better than what we just had, it would be ambrosia itself," said Evans gallantly.

"Tosh and fiddlesticks," retorted Louise. She frowned. "Your wife? Will she be joining you?"

A shadow crossed Evans face. "Would that she could, Mrs McLean, but she died three years ago." He smiled across at his daughter. "Lisa's been looking after me since then."

"I'm sorry," said Louise quietly. "I didn't know."

"No reason why you should. And your husband?"

"Died two years ago," responded Louise with a rueful look, then laughed. "Goodness, what a sorry pair we are! You'll come on Sunday?"

"For myself, I'd be delighted. Lisa?"

"Please, Daddy." For the first time, Lisa looked directly at Mike. "Will you be here, Mr Delaney?"

Mike glanced at Louise, who nodded. "Mrs McLean says yes, so I guess I will."

"You don't live here?" There was surprise in the girl's tone.

"No. Miz McLean asked if I'd come fix her barn and the corral. The barn's finished and we were bringing the poles back for the corral when we spotted you in the yard. I live over the ridge, about an hour and a half by horseback, three hours if you need to take a buggy. I've been sleeping in the barn instead of going home at night."

"Mike has a sister, Katie," said Louise to Lisa. "She's about your age, I guess. Seventeen?"

Lisa nodded. "Eighteen next week. Pa's promised me a horse for my birthday."

"My pa breeds the best saddle horses around these parts," said Mike proudly. "You could do worse than come and see our stock."

"If that's the case, Mike - may I call you Mike?" asked Evans.

"Surely, Mr Evans. That's my name."

"Give us directions, Mike, and I'll bring Lisa out next week."

"Come here first," suggested Louise. "It's almost on the way. I need to visit Mike's folks and I could guide you."

"An excellent idea," said Evans. "What would be the best time and day, Mike?"

"Around noon, any day except Monday. Pa and me's takin' some stock across to Dawson, Monday. We'll be back Monday night."

"Tuesday?"

"That'd be fine. I'll tell the folks you're coming."

"That's settled, then. Around noon on Tuesday. That means around nine here, Mrs McLean. All right with you?"

"Fine, Doctor Evans, fine. More coffee?"

"Not at the moment, thanks. Mike, do you think the corral would be finished quicker if I gave you a hand?"

"It sure would, Mr Eva . .Say, would it be all right with you if I call you Doc?"

Evans laughed. "Fine by me, Mike. I've been called worse. Come on, let's get to work."

With two of them working on the repairs, they had the corral finished by three. Evans washed up before he and Lisa, following careful directions from Mike, set off on the shortcut to Twin Falls, where they should arrive well before dark. Mike and Louise stood waving until the buggy disappeared over the hill.

"Well, Mike, what did you think of Lisa?"

"Near as pretty as you, Louise." Mike glanced sideways. Louise was grinning at him. "And what about Doc Evans? I saw you looking at him."

"They could be the answer to both our prayers, Mike. I think Lisa likes you, in fact I know she does, she told me so."

"Doc was quizzin' me about you, too."

Louise's interest was quick. "Anything in particular?"

"Oh, was you sparkin', was there any particular fella in your life, that sort of thing."

"And what did you say?"

"Oh, I told him I didn't think there was anyone, but then, I wasn't the one to ask."

"And who is, pray?" Louise's tone was sharp.

"You, of course." Mike grinned. "Ain't it?"

"Isn't it," corrected Louise absently, then laughed. "I guess it is, Mike. We missed our swim."

"There's still time. Be about four hours until sundown."

"No I don't think so, Mike. Tell you what, though. After supper I'll heat some water, we can get the old tin bath out and you can wash my back. Front too if you're good." She giggled, smiling at him. "How's that?"

"Gives me a stiff pecker just thinking about it."

She dropped her hand. "Mm, so it does. Come on indoors, I've got just the cure for that." She was unbuttoning her dress as she led the way inside. Once into the bedroom she threw her dress across the dresser, kicked off her shoes and turned to Mike wearing only her stockings.

He stopped and looked at her. "I surely do like looking at you, when you're dressed like that, Louise," he said with a grin.

Louise laughed and struck a pose, then came towards him. She twined her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely. "Get naked, Michael Delaney," she growled, "you have work to do, pleasuring me!" 

He stripped quickly, pleased to ease the constriction of his jeans on his prick. Naked, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. They were both breathing heavily when the kiss ended. Louise surprised him by pushing him onto his back on the bed. She scrambled onto the bed and straddled him, then smiled wolfishly. "Time for a new lesson, Mike. Just you lie back and enjoy this, honey, because I sure as hell intend to!"

Louise bent over him and took the tip of his prick into her mouth, nipping it with her lips, then moving to let his hardness into her throat. Amazed yet again at her ability to swallow him, he was surprised when she let his prick escape from her lips, shuffled forward and sat on his chest. Her cunt was clear to his gaze, her labia swollen, her clitoris starting to peep from its hood, a wetness clear to his eyes in the afternoon sun.

"You'd never fucked a woman before me, Mike, so can I assume you've never eaten one before, either?" Louise cocked her head in enquiry, her nipples erect.

"No, ma'am, never," Mike responded, "but I guess I'm going to now, huh?"

"You certainly are, Mike. Look closely Mike. This little fella is my clitoris," she said, pulling back the hood to let him see, "and it's very sensitive. You can make me come from stimulating it. But I want to feel your tongue all over me down here, and inside as far as you can push it, OK?"

Mike smiled. "Yes, ma'am!" He pulled gently at her hips and Louise shuffled forward so that his lips could reach her. She didn't know what he would think of the taste and flavour, but she had bathed very carefully that morning after they'd fucked and she was sure that she was as clean as she could be. Mike's tongue came out and flicked over her clitoris, making her jump. He grinned up at her then pointed his tongue and pushed it into her depths, moving it up and down and side to side as he did so.

Louise shuddered in pleasure. Mike was a fast learner! His tongue came out, and she moaned involuntarily, wanting it back, then gasped as he flicked her clitoris again, before licking the full length of her cleft from anus to clitoris and back. His head moved and he kissed the inside of her thighs, then came back to her cunt. His movements were erratic and the compound stimulation built slowly in her, but it built steadily and she could feel her breathing deepening, her excitement building, a slow crescendo as Mike played on the instrument that was her cunt.

"Oh, Mike! Mike! You're going to make me come!" she gasped, a quiver building in her very being, peaking slowly, rising to push her over the precipice of her orgasm. "Oh, Mike, baby, I'm coming! I'm coming , Mike, coming for you, coming baby, com..Oh, my God!" And she came, shuddering, grinding her cunt into Mike's face, gripping his head tightly as she rode the raging tide of her ecstasy.

Slowly she quietened, easing her death grip on his head, relaxing in the afterglow of her spending. She smiled dazedly at him. "God, Mike, that was incredible, and I know you've never done it before." She shook her head. "Wow!" She stared at him for a moment, then smiled and leaned forward to kiss him.

"What did you think of the taste, Mike? Was it good?" Louise kept her voice light, but she was anxious. She loved being eaten. Tom had enjoyed it, but some of the other lovers she'd had before her marriage didn't. Would Mike?

"Louise, I loved it!" said Mike, grinning. "I think you enjoyed it, too."

Louise smiled. "It was marvellous, Mike. I like the taste, too," she said, putting her finger to her cunt and then to her mouth, licking it clean. She regarded him quizzically. "You seem to have me all over your face, I'll have to do something about that." She leaned forward and began to lick his face clean, pausing to kiss him every now and again. His prick, which had started to soften, reared back to a state of pulsing rigidity.

"Oh dear," said Louise, "I've come, but you haven't. What shall we do about that?" she asked in tones of angelic innocence.

"Just lie down here and I'll show you," Mike growled.

Louise shook her head. "I have a better idea." She lifted herself from Mike's chest and shuffled backwards. His prick poked at her and she lifted herself until it was poised at the entrance to her cunt, then took gentle hold of him and fed him lingeringly into herself, until she was sitting on him and his whole length was inside her.

Smiling down at him, she began to move, rocking on her knees, so that as she leaned forward he almost left her and as she rocked back she filled herself again. She took his hands and put them to her breasts. "Play with me, baby," she whispered. "Play with me until you come." Then she squeezed down on him with her inner muscles and settled down to concentrate on bringing her lover to climax.

Mike rode home next morning highly content with his lot. Louise had near sucked him dry, he figured, but by golly, she'd sure enough taught him lots about fucking a woman. She'd also told him what to do if it was a girl's first time.

"You never know, Mike, you might get lucky with Lisa. But Mike, make sure you use a rubber. You wouldn't want to get her pregnant."

"No, ma'am. How come we never used one?"

"I prefer to fuck without them, it feels better. Anyway, I'm twenty-seven, not seventeen. I could probably get away with it if I left town, although I sometimes wonder if I'm barren. Tom and I never managed to make a baby." Her voice was sad.

"Doc Evans might be able to help."

"He might, too. But he isn't here. You are, with one of the loveliest peckers that's ever been in my cunt. So get it in and let's fuck!"




Birthday Girl Ch. 2



"Surely, ma'am!"

Mike had twenty dollars in his pocket, not ten, for Louise had insisted on paying him >for a job well done'. He wasn't sure if she meant the barn and corral, or the fucking. Whatever, he was content.

He topped out on the ridge above the ranch and paused, enjoying the view, then gigged Caesar into a trot and rode on down home. It was nearing noon, but there was no-one in sight. Mike unsaddled Caesar and turned him into the corral, then washed up and headed for the house.

"Hi, son," said Kathleen Delaney, giving him a hug and a kiss. "All done at Mrs McLean's?"

"Sure thing, Ma. Corral mended and barn roof fixed, >though I won't know how well until we have some rain. I told Miz Louise I'd go over after it rains to check." And maybe do some fucking. "Got news for you, Ma."

"Yeah?"

"New doctor in town, come to take over from Doc Weiss while he goes East. Doctor Evans. Nice fella, met him at Miz Louise's place. They missed the turn-off and landed in Miz Louise's yard."

"They?"

"Doc and his daughter, Lisa. Nigh on eighteen and pretty as a picture."

Kathleen laughed. "The boy's in love!"

"Maybe, Ma. She sure is nice. I asked them to come over, noon on Tuesday. Doc's goin' to buy Lisa a horse for her birthday. I told him Pa breeds the best ones in the territory, so he's bringin' Lisa over to see. Miz Louise's comin' too."

"Tuesday?"

"Yep."

"I'll bake, Monday."

Mike grinned. "Figured you might."

His mother aimed a mock blow at him. "Sit down, son. Grub's almost ready."

"Where is everyone, Ma?"

"Your Pa and the boys took grub with them, won't be home until dark. Katie's around somewhere. She'll be interested to hear about Lisa."

"Lisa who?" his sister asked, coming through the door with her hat in her hand, dressed for riding.

"Lisa Evans, the new doctor's daughter, according to Mike," said his mother.

"New doctor. Is he nice? I think a doctor needs to be." Katie was positive in her seventeen-year-old way.

"Sure seems to be," said Mike. "Miz Louise liked him."

"Did she now?" said his mother. "Louise always showed good taste in the past. She would never have anything to do with those loafers in town. Or even Fred Morton at the bank, come to that."

"I don't blame her," said Katie. "I don't like the way he looks at me when we go in."

"And what way is that?" asked Kathleen sharply.

Katie shrugged, flushing. "I don't know, it just feels uncomfortable, like he's seeing me in my drawers or something."

"You stay in the buggy next time, sweetheart, I won't have you bothered by the likes of him." Ma's tone was positive.

"Thanks, Ma," said Katie. "Or you could leave me at Atwell's store. Mrs Atwell's new baby is just the loveliest little thing you ever saw."

Kathleen laughed. "Right, sweetheart, Atwell's it is!" She turned to the range and began filling their plates. "Mike, your Pa not being here an' all, will you say grace?"

"Sure thing, Ma. Ma?"

"Yes, son?"

"Miz Louise asked Doctor Evans and Lisa over for dinner, Sunday. She asked me to go, too."

"Your Pa wants some stock moved." Mike's mother's tone was thoughtful. "I'll tell him you'll do it Saturday. That be all right?" His mother smiled brightly at him. "Can't keep you away from your Lisa, can I?"

Sunday dawned bright and fine. Mike was in a fever of anticipation and washed himself carefully. He'd bathed the night before, to the amazement of his brothers.

"That's two baths this month!" Tom had said, in admiration.

Mike aimed a mock blow at his brother. "It doesn't hurt to be clean."

"It doesn't?" Jack's tone was awed.

"No, Jack, it doesn't. Anyhow, when you two are as old as me." he stopped, for his brothers were seized with uncontrollable mirth. He laughed, acknowledging defeat. "All right, all right. When you're older, and you're going to eat with a lady, then you take care."

"What's she like, this Lisa?" asked Jack. "Pretty?"

"Do you think Miz Louise's pretty?" asked Mike, thinking to himself, >if you'd seen her like I've seen her!'

"Yeah, she's pretty," said Tom judiciously.

"Well, Lisa's as pretty as Miz Louise."

"That's pretty."

"Yeah, well, you might see for yourself, Tuesday, if you're around at noon, because Doc Evans is going to buy her a horse."

"One of ours?"

"Yup. One of ours."

Within the hour he was on his way and well before noon was unsaddling Caesar and turning him into Louise's corral. She was waiting on the porch, beautiful in a pale blue gown which went well with her carefully coiffed blonde hair and was cut just low enough to show the upper slopes of her shapely breasts.

She kissed him warmly. "Good morning Mike. You're early."

"I didn't know if you'd need help. Is there anything I can do?"

"You could take me to bed, but we daren't, because I don't know exactly when Doctor Evans and Lisa will get here." She grinned at him. "And don't try anything! I spent too long doing my hair to have it mussed!" She put her arms around his neck. "But there's nothing to stop you kissing me."

He reciprocated whole-heartedly, so that Louise was breathing heavily when they broke apart, her colour high.

"Phew! You better not touch me again, Mike, or Doctor Evans will surely suspect!"

"All right, Louise, but it'll be hard." He stopped, suddenly aware of his unconscious pun. Louise giggled, and stroked the front of his pants.

"Let it down, Mike." Her eyes went over his shoulder. "Company."

Mike turned. Just coming over the rise was a buggy with two figures. Within minutes it was close enough to recognise the two as Doctor Evans and Lisa. Mike waved and was delighted when Lisa waved back. The buggy was soon pulling up in the yard.

"Morning, Doctor Evans," said Mike, going over. "Morning, Miss Lisa," he added shyly, suddenly tongue-tied at the beautiful vision Lisa Evans presented, adult suddenly in a leaf-green gown which showed off her slender figure while revealing nothing, buttoned as it was from throat to ankle.

"Good morning, Michael," she responded quietly, then turned to Louise. "Good morning, Miz Louise."

"Welcome, honey," said Louise, kissing Lisa's cheek. She held out her hand to Evans, who responded by lifting it to his lips. "Welcome, Doctor Evans."

"My given name is Dafydd, Miz Louise, or David, if you prefer. Or call me Doc, like Mike does - morning, Mike - but calling me Doctor Evans so formally will annoy me."

"Well, we can't have that, can we. Dafydd - did I say it right? - please, come inside. There's lemonade cooling."

The day went well. At first tongue-tied and almost monosyllabic, Mike felt easier when he realised that Lisa felt the same and they were soon taking a full part in the conversation, encouraged by the adults.

"Her mother and I, we tried to bring Lisa up the best way we could," Evans said. "We always tried to answer her questions as honestly as possible. The way you've been talking, Mike, it sounds as if your folks tried to do the same."

"I hadn't realised, not exactly, but looking back I guess you're right. Ma and Pa always tried to answer anything I asked." Mike grinned. "Even if I didn't understand the answer."

Lisa laughed, a warm gurgle that made Mike's pecker tingle. "I know exactly what you mean, Mike. I asked Pa something and he quoted Latin at me, then made me go and look it up so that I would understand what he said." She smiled fondly at her father.

"Which one was that, sweet?" asked Evans.

"You know, when . . " She faltered. "Never mind, I don't remember." Mike glanced at her curiously, looking away as her eye caught his and a flush spread over her face.

"Some more apple pie, anyone?" asked Louise into the sudden awkward silence.

"Please," said Mike and Evans, speaking as one, then laughing. The awkward moment passed.

After the meal, the dishes done at Doctor Evans insistence - "You girls wash, Mike and I'll dry. It will be done in no time. I don't think it fair that you should have to do the dishes after serving us that wonderful meal" - the four of them sat out on the porch with coffee. Lisa was leaning on the railing looking out over the country. She turned to Mike and pointed.

"What's over that way?"

Mike stood and went to stand beside her. He pointed. "See the tree by itself, on the skyline?"

Lisa squinted along his arm. "Yes, I see it." She smelled fresh and warm to Mike, spring flowers on a breeze. 

"If you go that way, then bear slightly north." He pointed. "Up there, it's beautiful. Pine, oak, little box canyons, some creeks." And a pool where we could swim, he thought, suddenly visualising Lisa naked.

"I'd like to see it," said Lisa, wistfully. "It sounds beautiful. We've been living in the city too long. I'd forgotten how big the country can be."

"I'd love to show you," said Mike. "If that's all right?" he asked, looking at Doctor Evans who was sitting in quiet conversation with Louise.

"If what's all right?" asked the Doctor.

"I just told Lisa that I'd be proud to show her around this beautiful country of ours, if that>s all right with you."

"Mike, Lisa is seventeen, nearly eighteen. There's an awful lot of women in this country are married before they're sixteen. Lisa can make her own mind up, for as far as I am concerned, she's a woman."

She certainly is, thought Mike.

"I'd love to, if you don't mind, Mike." Lisa turned to him expectantly.

"You're coming to buy a horse on Tuesday, aren't you?"

"You know I am."

"I'd be glad to show you around on your new horse. Bring your riding clothes with you."

"Bring Lisa back to my place for supper, Mike, then she and Dafydd don't have so far to go home. You can go on home then, or stay over, if you like." Louise smiled at him.

"That would be wonderful, Mike. Is that all right with you." Lisa waited expectantly.

"Fine by me, Lisa. Pa doesn't mind if I take some time off now and then, but I guess I'll be working hard on Wednesday." He grimaced in mock sorrow.

"Poor boy," said Louise in sarcastic tones of treacly sympathy. "But Mike, you have to make sacrifices to go riding with a young lady." Lisa giggled.

"I'm sorry to break the party up," said Evans, getting to his feet, "but I promised to call in and see Doctor Weiss. He wants to go over some patient records with me."

"All right, Daddy," said Lisa, turning away from the porch railings, reluctant somehow, thought Mike.

"Dafydd?" asked Louise, thoughtfully, "is it absolutely essential that Lisa goes with you now. She can stay here tonight and tomorrow, if she would like to. We're enough of a size that I can lend her some clothes."

"Can I, Daddy? Please?"

Evans smiled. "Sure, honey, if you want, and if Louise is sure you won't be too much bother."

"She'll be no bother," said Louise firmly. "I welcome the company. It gets lonely out here."

"Very well," said Evans. "I'll be getting along."

"Say your goodbyes, Doc, I'll hitch up the team," said Mike.

"Thanks, Mike."

Shortly afterwards, Louise, Lisa and Mike were saying goodbye to Evans, who went with Lisa's last minute requests ringing in his ears.

"My blue check shirt, my riding skirt, the gray one, my boots and my stetson" she reminded him, to his amusement.

"I won't forget, sweetheart, I promise,"' he said. Lisa kissed him then stood aside with Mike. Louise stepped forward.

"You're welcome here any time, Dafydd, you and Lisa both. Safe journey," she wished him.

Evans took her hand and kissed it, gazing into her eyes. "My thanks, Louise. And now, until Tuesday, farewell."

Louise stepped forward and kissed his cheek. "Until Tuesday, and don't worry about Lisa, I'll look after her. As if she were my own." She stepped back and the three of them watched the buggy until it disappeared over the rise.

Louise sighed, then turned towards the house.

"Miz Louise, Lisa," said Mike, his tone regretful. "I'll have to get along too. It'll be near dark when I get home and Pa and me have to be on the trail early. I don't want to disappoint Pa by falling asleep. It's the first drive we've made with just the two of us."

"Go on, Mike, saddle Caesar," said Louise. "I'll make you a sandwich to eat as you go."

"I'll make it, Louise," said Lisa. "You stay out here." She turned and hurried indoors.

"Well, Mike?" said Louise, reaching for his hand and walking him around the side of the house, out of sight of the kitchen. "What do you think of Lisa?"

"I think she's lovely, nigh on as lovely as you," said Mike, pulling Louise to him and kissing her fiercely. She strained against him, fire in her own kiss, then stood back, breathing hard.

"Much as I want to, Mike, we'd better not. Lisa will be out in a moment. Tell you something, though."

"Like what?"

"If I get the chance, I'm going to take Dafydd to bed."

Mike felt a quick stab of envy, then smothered it. Louise had never pretended that he was anything other than an enjoyable interlude. He owed her honesty, at least.

"Give him as good a time as you gave me, if you do," he said, smiling. "I like him." He laughed. "Anyhow, I'm going to try to make out with Lisa."

"Be good to her, Mike. She's too nice to hurt. And if I'm not mistaken, here's your sandwich."

Lisa came out then, with a sandwich wrapped in paper.

"Best I could, Mike." She reached for his saddlebags where they hung on the rail, and slipped the sandwich inside.

"Thanks, Lisa," said Mike, picking up his saddle and blanket and heading for the corral. "Back in a moment."

The two women stood watching as Mike saddled his gelding, then led it over to them. He took the saddlebags and fastened them to his saddle, then held out his hand to Louise.

"Thanks for inviting me, Louise. I enjoyed myself."

"So you should, Mike, with two of the best looking women in the Territory for company. Now stand still and be kissed." She put her arms around him and kissed him warmly. Lisa watched in mild surprise.

"Give my love to your Ma and Katie, Mike. Tell them I'm looking forward to seeing them on Tuesday."

"Sure thing, Louise." he turned to Lisa and held out his hand. To his surprise she ignored it and put her arms around his neck, pulling his head down for a kiss, her lips warm and soft against his. It was not a long kiss and she stepped back, breathing quickly. She smiled tremulously, her face pink.

"I'm looking forward to Tuesday, Mike. 

"Until Tuesday." He pulled Caesar around and stepped into the saddle, only then daring to look at Louise. Her face was a polite mask, but he could see the laughter in her eyes. She came across and put her hand on his knee.

"Safe journey, Mike. See you Tuesday." She stepped back and slapped Caesar across the rump. He started out of the yard and Mike turned to wave goodbye. Lisa and Louise waved back. Twenty minutes later, he topped the ridge and looked back, seeing two figures, tiny in the distance, still outside. He took his hat off and waved. He couldn't tell if they waved back, but he thought happily that they probably had.

"Louise?" asked Lisa as the two sat in the parlour after supper. "May I ask you something?"

"Of course, honey, what is it?" Louise asked, putting aside her sewing and turning to the younger woman beside her on the couch.

Lisa grimaced. "I don't know where to start."

"Try the beginning, honey, it usually works best."

"You know, when Pa said he'd always tried to answer my questions honestly, well... "

"Well, what?" asked Louise encouragingly.

"There are some questions a girl can't really ask a man, even if he's her father and a doctor."

"Like?"

"Oh, Louise, you know!" Lisa squirmed uncomfortably.

"Do I, Lisa?" Louise took Lisa's hand in both of hers. "Intimate questions?" Lisa nodded.

"Like men, sex, and >do I leave my drawers off so he can get at me more easily?'" said Louise quietly.

Lisa squirmed even more, her face aflame, but nodded.

"Are you still virgin?" Louise asked quietly.

"I am," said Lisa. "There was a boy back home got close, but when it came to it, he smelled." She grimaced. "Although, I must say, his hands felt good on my tits." Lisa paused thoughtfully. "I think really, I was just curious. I didn't really want him, I just wanted to know what it was all about."

"Not a good basis for a relationship, honey," said Louise gently.

"I know," Lisa responded ruefully. "I guess I was just feeling horny."

"Don't we all," laughed Louise. She squeezed Lisa's hand. "Anyhow, why the questions? Are you feeling horny for Mike?"

"Yes, Louise," said Lisa defiantly, "I am!"

"Good for you!" She took Lisa's chin in her hand and raised her head until they were looking into each other's eyes. "But what do you want me to do?" she asked quietly.

"How do I get him interested? Will he want me? And if I did get him, is he clean, will he make me feel good?" Lisa paused. "And if I let him have me, do I lose his respect?"

"Mike's honest. He'll tell you the truth. If you get the chance, tell him the truth. Tell him you're feeling horny, that you want someone you like and trust to help you with your problem, and ask him if he'll help. You won't regret it." Louise's voice was thoughtful.

Lisa studied her. "You've made love to Mike, haven't you?" There was astonishment in her voice.

Louise looked at her. "And if I have?" Her voice was mild.

"Oh, Louise! Tell me what it was like! I think I want Mike. No, I know I do. You can tell me all about him, if you will. Please, Louise."

"Lisa, sweet, my husband died almost two years ago. Until last week, no man had touched me since then. With the exception of your Pa and Mike's, and one or two of the men in town, there isn't a man around here that I'd let near me. Oh, they're nice enough to talk to, but anything more intimate, no thank you, ma'am! But 

Lisa was agog. "Louise, my lips are sealed! I swear! Do go on!"

"Well, Kathleen said Mike was feeling horny and she didn't want him going near the girls in the saloon and how about if I seduced him. That way we could both get some relief."

"She said that?" Lisa's tone was awed.

"She certainly did. Kathleen Delaney is nothing if not practical." Louise was quietly positive.

"So how did you do it?"

"The barn roof needed fixing and the corral needed new poles, so I told Kathleen I'd give Mike five dollars if he'd do the work. I said he could sleep in the barn so that he wouldn't have to travel home every day, 

"Well, if you were sleeping in here and Mike was in the barn, how did you get together, to .. well . .you know . . "

"To fuck?"

Lisa winced, blushed and nodded. "Yes, to . to . to fuck! Goodness, it was hard to say that!"

"Never said it before, honey?"

Lisa shook her head. "Not out loud, not when someone could hear me say it."

"Well, obviously Mike and I ate together, in the house. You may have noticed, I have quite a few books. It comes from having been the schoolteacher. Well, I put two of my husband's books in the rack, in plain brown paper wrappers. Mike, of course, picked one up out of curiosity, read the title and asked me what it was about. I took it off him, read the title, then pulled an attack of the vapours, blushing like a virgin and saying how I had no idea how the book had gotten on the shelf, it was one of Tom's and oh deary me, oh my, and such. Then I looked him in the eye, told him I thought he was honest and asked for his opinion on the book, but I told him to take it out into the barn to read, because I'd be too embarrassed to have him read it in the same room."




Birthday Girl Ch. 2



"What did he say to that?"

"He couldn't get out to the barn fast enough." Louise chuckled reminiscently. "I think it was near one in the morning before he put the lamp out and went to sleep."

"What happened then?"

"We finished the roof next morning, then I asked Mike if he'd like to go on a picnic, that we'd finish the corral next day. Then, when we were on the trail, I asked him if he knew anywhere we could swim."

"Did he?"

"He sure did, and if you get the chance, let him take you there. The pool's lovely and the grass would make a grand bed for a fuck!"

"Would make?" asked Lisa curiously.

"Yes, >would make'. I made him turn his back while I undressed and got into the water, then made sure he couldn't see me properly while we were in the water, then made him turn his back again when I got out. I thought he'd explode, but I noticed him peeking and pretended not to notice. I would have been damned well embarrassed and confused if he hadn't peeked!"

"What then?" Lisa's voice was hushed, her eyes bright.

"We came back and had supper. We were sitting after supper and I asked him if he was enjoying the book. He blushed like a sunset, but Mike is honest and he admitted he was enjoying it. Then I asked him if he imagined doing any of the things in the book. Poor baby, he was in torture. He said yes, so I asked him if there was anyone in particular that he imagined doing them with. He said it was me, then I asked him if he'd liked what he'd seen at he pool. I said I'd seen him peeking, then asked him if he'd like to see the rest of me. The poor baby was in agonies, his pecker was making a huge bulge in his jeans, so I told him women have needs too, took him into the bedroom, took off all my clothes and we made love."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. He was raw and had no finesse, but by heck, he had enthusiasm and a beautiful pecker, so we fucked like a couple of wildcats all night."

"You enjoy it." Lisa was quietly emphatic.

"I do, honey, I do. Lisa, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Your Pa, I like him, I like him a lot. If I had the chance . .?"

"To take him to bed?" asked Lisa. Louise nodded.

"Go for it, Louise! Pa needs someone like you. He's been so lonely since Ma died. I know he's taken one or two women to bed, although I pretended not to notice. But you, Louise, oh please! If you get the chance, give him some loving." There were tears in Lisa's eyes. Louise reached out and hugged her.

"Thank you, sweetheart, I promise to do my best. Lord knows, my best is pretty good!"

"I'll bet! Louise?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Could I see that book?"

"Of course. See the dresser? Bottom drawer, under the towels. The bigger one of the two."

Lisa got up and fetched the book, sitting back down beside Louise and quietly turning the pages. Louise watched her surreptitiously. There were bright patches of red on her cheeks and she gasped audibly every now and again, finally sighing and putting the book to one side.

"I know why Mike felt horny," she said. "That book would make anyone horny." Lisa sighed heavily.

"What's up, honey?" Louise asked.

"I feel horny, I'm quite wet between my legs and there's no chance of a man before Tuesday."

Louise laughed. "Poor baby. Come on, let's go to bed. You've got a choice. You can sleep by yourself in the back room, the bed's fresh made, or you can come in with me."

"With you, Louise, if I may. I need a hug."

"And a hug you shall have, honey. Let's go." Louise picked up a candle and lit it from the lamp, then carefully put out the lamps, shielded the fire and led the way upstairs.

In the bedroom, Louise lit another candle from the first and put one at each side of the bed. She began to unbutton her dress. Lisa began to unbutton her own, stopping in surprise when she realised that Louise wasn't wearing anything under her dress, save for her stockings. Louise caught Lisa's eye and grinned. "It's cooler this way, out here. Come on, honey, get your things off."

Lisa took off her dress and carefully hung it over the back of a chair, then stripped off her underthings. She stood naked, then looked across at Louise, who stood equally naked at the other side of the bed.

"Do you want a nightgown, honey?" asked Louise. "I usually sleep like this, it's much more comfortable on a hot night."

"If you're sleeping like that, I will too," said Lisa. "You're beautiful, Louise," she said quietly.

"So are you, honey." Louise held out her hand. "Come over here, bring your candle."

Puzzled, Lisa did as Louise asked, then realised that Louise was standing before a full-length mirror. She moved across to join her.

"If I'm beautiful, who is that other lovely creature?" asked Louise, gesturing to the mirror.

Lisa looked at their reflection. Two naked women looked back at her, one brown-eyed blonde, full of bust, curved of hip, high-soaring deep-dipping loveliness. The other, slimmer, not as full of bust, not quite as curved of hip, equally lovely, hair a fine red-gold, eyes the green of a distant sea. She studied the reflection carefully, comparing herself to Louise.

"You're beautiful, Lisa," said Louise quietly, "A very lovely young lady. One I'm proud to know.

Lisa glanced at Louise and smiled, then giggled suddenly. "If Mike could see us now!"

Louise chuckled. "Come on, honey, let's go to bed."

They climbed into bed and pulled the covers up. Louise lay on her left side and reached out to pull Lisa close. Lisa snuggled into her arms and Louise hugged her, then kissed her cheek.

Lisa sighed contentedly. "Louise?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"What is it like, being with a man?"

Louise pulled back slightly, regarding Lisa in the light of the candles. "I'm not sure I can answer that question, Lisa. Not objectively, because there's so much sensation and emotion involved, but to me it's always been wonderful. I assume you're referring to the actual sex act itself?"

"I guess so, I mean, I want to know how it feels, to have a man's penis inside you." Lisa shrugged, "I've never actually even seen one, not hard."

Louise hugged the younger woman, then eased herself away and sat up. "Well, I can't show you a real one, because there are no men here, but I can show you something to give you an idea." She squeezed Lisa's hand and wriggled out of bed, stooping to the dresser and rummaging in the bottom drawer, "Got it!" she exclaimed, turning and brandishing an object the like of which Lisa had never seen before. 

It was a carved replica of an erect male organ, with the accompanying testicle sac, with a handgrip attached. Lisa stared at it in fascination. "I had no idea they were so big," she whispered.

"I've seen real ones bigger, but not many," said Louise with a chuckle.

"I don't know whether I dare ask..." Lisa began.

"How many men I've had?" responded Louise quietly. Lisa nodded. "Before I met Tom, my late husband, I'd been to bed with about a dozen. Since then, only Tom and now Mike."

Lisa indicated the dildo. "How does it compare with Mike?"

Louise regarded the weapon in her hand thoughtfully. "I never actually measured Mike's prick, but I would say it's about the same size."

"It will never fit me," whispered Lisa worriedly. "I can barely get my finger in."

"It will, sweetheart, it will. Don't worry about it. Just think, if a baby can get out, a prick can get in." Louise grinned at Lisa, brandishing the dildo.

Lisa giggled. "Where did you get it?" she asked.

"Tom gave it to me. He carved it himself, gave it to me the night before he had to go away for two weeks. We'd been married for three months, could never get enough of each other in bed, and he reckoned if I pretended hard I could manage to survive without him." Louise smiled reminiscently.

"Did you use it?" asked Lisa.

"Not for the first three nights, then I just had to, I was feeling so horny." Louise grinned at Lisa.

"May I?" asked Lisa, holding out her hand. Louise nodded, and passed the weapon over. Lisa studied it, then gripped the shaft with her fist, just above the testicle sac, then put her other fist above the first. She shook her head. "I don't see how it can fit," she wailed.

"It will, I promise," said Louise. She studied Lisa. "You are virgin, aren't you? You still have your hymen?"

Lisa flushed, but nodded. "Yes."

"We could pop your cherry with this," said Louise, indicating the dildo, "but I rather think you'd prefer Mike to do it, wouldn't you?"

Lisa nodded. "Yes," she whispered. "I want Mike to do it." She shuddered. "Oh, Louise, I feel all hot and horny now."

Louise reached out and pulled the younger girl into her arms. "You and me both, sweetheart," she whispered, bringing her lips closer to Lisa's, slowly, giving her every chance to pull away. Lisa's eyes widened, then closed as their lips met, abandoning herself to the kiss, her lips opening to Louise's gently probing tongue.

The kiss was long, gentle at first, building to a fire which left Lisa gasping as she broke away and looked wildly at Louise. Louise smiled and took her hand. "I'll stop if you want, honey. But we could both feel better for this."

Lisa shook her head. "I don't want to stop, I feel - I feel - oh, I don't know how I feel, but it's good!" She leaned forward and kissed Louise lightly on the lips. Louise smiled and pushed gently at Lisa until she was lying flat on her back, her head comfortably cushioned by the pillows. They were both lying on top of the bedclothes now, fully revealed to each other. Louise reached out slowly and rested her hand on Lisa's belly, then slowly moved it up to cup her breast. Lisa's nipples were rigid and she shuddered delicately as Louise's thumb brushed over one, then again as Louise brought her lips to the other and sucked gently.

Louise gently sucked Lisa's nipple, then licked her breast, making Lisa giggle, then kissed her way down to Lisa's belly, pausing to stick her tongue in Lisa's navel, occasioning another giggle, then on down to Lisa's mons. Lisa's hand on her head stopped her there.

"What are you doing, Louise?" Lisa's voice was strained, but there was excitement in her tone.

Louise raised her head and smiled warmly at Lisa. "I'm going to make you come, Lisa, with my mouth and my fingers, then you are going to do the same for me."

"Oh, yes!" whispered Lisa, "Please!"

Louise wriggled around until she was between Lisa's legs, pushing gently to part them. She ducked her head and kissed lightly at Lisa's curls, then extended her tongue and flicked lightly at Lisa's clitoris. Lisa jumped, and moaned, her eyes tightly shut. Louise kissed gently at he inside of Lisa's thigh, then ran her tongue the full length of Lisa's cleft, from the rosebud pucker of her anus, to the clitoris beginning to peep from its folds.

Lisa was excited and it wasn't long before she could feel sensation building in her. Louise's touch was exciting her, stimulating her, pushing her closer and closer to the brink. Louise had varied her approach, licking at Lisa's cleft, flicking her tongue at the young girl's clitoris, occasionally sucking gently at it. Lisa began to moan, her stomach muscles rippling, Louise's tongue probed harder, pushing into Lisa's cunt, flicking over her clitoris. Lisa began to pant, and Louise suddenly took her clitoris between her lips and sucked hard.

That did it. Lisa screamed as her orgasm took her, shaking, shuddering, gripping Louise's head so that the older woman felt as if her hair was about to be ripped from her scalp. Lisa's shudders slowly stilled and her hand released its frantic grasp of Louise's hair. 

"Oh, my God," said Lisa. "That was incredible!"

"Mike could do this for you, if you teach him." Louise smiled. "You could also suck his cock, that can be good fun." She smiled warmly at Lisa, then moved up the bed. "Kiss me, Lisa, taste yourself."

Hesitantly, the younger woman brought her lips to those of Louise, kissing her lightly at first, then with increasing passion until the two of them were inflamed. Slowly, gently, Louise broke the kiss. "Do you like the taste of yourself?" she asked gently.

Lisa smiled. "Very much," she replied, an impish gleam in her eyes, "but that's the first time I've tasted myself anywhere but on my own finger!"

Louise laughed out loud, a warm, rich laugh. She smiled at Lisa. "Do you think you could do that for me now?" she asked.

Lisa leaned forward and kissed her warmly. "With great pleasure," she replied. "Now you lie back, and let me play with your tits."

Louise smiled and lay back, closing her eyes as Lisa's lips closed on her erect nipple, sucking gently. Lisa's fingers were moving lightly over her other breast, stroking, pulling gently. Louise sighed as Lisa's kisses moved down her body, chuckled as Lisa speared her tongue into Louise's navel, moaned as she felt Lisa's breath upon her mons.

Lisa moved round until she was comfortably placed between Louise's legs, then - as Louise had done - she kissed the inside of the other woman's thighs. She breathed deeply, smelling for the first time the scent of another woman in heat, then extended her tongue and lapped gently at Louise's pussy, tasting her, mentally comparing her to her own taste, enjoying the similarities, revelling in the subtle differences.

Lisa let her tongue play with Louise's cunt, lapping at her, flicking her clitoris, sucking at the folds, chewing gently with her lips, enjoying the sounds that Louise was making, realising that she was exciting the older woman, becoming excited herself that she could have this effect, letting her tongue probe deeper, pointing it and extending it as far as she could, realising she couldn't reach deep enough.

Louise was panting now, and Lisa could feel her juices trickling down her chin. Louise's cunt was soaking, open to Lisa's tongue. From the corner of her eye Lisa spotted the dildo and reached out carefully for it, bringing it close as she let her tongue flick Louise's clitoris. She raised herself slightly, changing the angle of her attack.

Louise moaned. "I'm so close, Lisa, so close. You're going to make me come, baby, soon. Very soon, baby, very soon."

As Louise's hoarse panting reached a peak, Lisa sucked hard at her clitoris, then gently but firmly slid the dildo into the older woman's cunt, open and lubricated in her excitement, ready for the penetration. Louise screamed and her body shook as her orgasm took her, as Lisa twitched the dildo and sent her over the edge, into ecstasy, into darkness, into unconsciousness as she fainted.

Lisa sat up, alarmed, then relaxed as the older woman's eyes flickered open and a look of wonder came over her face. She reached for Lisa and kissed her. "That was incredible, sweetheart, absolutely incredible. I have not been so successfully fucked since Mike's third time, when we both came." She hugged Lisa. "Oh, darling, I love you." Louise laughed. "I know who I want in my bed in future, if there's no man around!" She laughed again. "Maybe even if there is!"

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Comment and constructive criticism welcome.



Birthday Girl Ch. 3



This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcome.

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The drive to Dawson on Monday went well and Mike and his father reached home just as night was falling. Mike tended to the horses as his father went indoors. The moon was near full and Mike stood for a while just enjoying the night. He turned and went indoors.

"Do you want to stay close to home tomorrow, son?" his father asked as he went in. Ma was setting the table for supper and Pa was at his ease in his big leather armchair.

"I'd like that, Pa. I like Miss Lisa and I'd like to be around when they arrive."

"The cattle on the top range need moving. I'll take Tom and Jack. You can bring up that bunch of horses we have in the river bottom corral. There are three or four of those that might suit your Miss Lisa."

"She's not my Miss Lisa, Pa. Not yet, anyhow."

"You'd like her to be?" His father's tone was affectionate, gently mocking.

"Yeah, Pa, I would."

"All right, son. You can dicker the price with Doctor Evans. Since you're sweet on the gal, I'll take ten dollars under my usual asking price. Just this once."

"Thanks, Pa. That'd be swell!"

"And if you want, show Lisa around the range. Your mother and I won't expect you until supper time if you do."

"Pa, that would be great. Pa?"

"Yes, son?"

"I'll probably have to take Lisa back to Miz McLean's. If it's late I'll sleep in her barn and come straight to the top pastures in the morning."

"Yeah, son, that will be fine."

"Thanks, Pa."

His father reached over and ruffled his son's hair. "I was your age once, believe it or not. I can still remember what it was like."

Next morning passed like the movement of cold molasses for Mike. He had fetched the horses by ten and had combed and curried the three he thought Lisa might like until they gleamed, then gone and washed himself. Again. Eventually, it was nearing noon and he looked out along the trail yet once more for the buggy he expected. A distant dot grew larger and he studied it carefully until he thought he recognised the pair of bays Doc Evans used on the buggy.

"Ma?" he called. "Company coming, I think."

His mother came out onto the porch beside him, followed by Katie. The three of them stood and watched until Mike was certain. "That's them, Ma."

"I'll pour some coffee," his mother said. "Bring the folks inside when they get here."

"Sure thing, Ma."

A few minutes later he was helping Lisa down from the buggy while Doctor Evans did the same for Louise. Katie came across and he introduced her to Evans and Lisa. The two girls studied each other for a moment, then Katie smiled and held out her arms to Lisa and hugged her.

"Mike said you were nice," she said. "He didn't say just how much. Come and meet my mother." She linked her arm with Lisa's and the two girls headed indoors.

"Shall we?" said Evans to Louise.

She curtsied slightly and led the way, followed by Mike and the doctor. Inside, Katie had just finished introducing Lisa to Mrs Delaney. She looked across as Louise came in and smiled. "Louise, my dear, it's so good to see you again."

"Ma," said Mike. "I'd like you to meet Doctor Evans. Doc, my mother, Kathleen Delaney."

"Your servant, ma'am."

"Welcome, sir. Please, sit down. Coffee's in the jug, help yourself to cream and sugar if you want. There will be something to eat in a half hour or so. If you want to see the horses first, fine, nothing will spoil."

"Please, Daddy, can we?"

"I'll show Lisa the horses, Doc, if you want to have your coffee in peace," said Mike.

"Go on then, Mike," said Louise, laughing, "leave us old folk in peace.

Lisa took his arm and Mike led her out to the corral.

"I don't know what you like in a horse, Lisa, but I picked out three that I think will suit you. The bay with the white sock, there, that calico dun and the sorrel mare. Beside the far fence."

"Are they saddle broke?" Lisa asked.

"All of the horses in this corral are used to a saddle. Pa broke most of them, including the bay. I broke the calico and the sorrel and about a half-dozen of the others."

"Can I try them before I decide."

"Sure. We've just about got time before Ma serves the grub. You can think about them over the meal. Which one first?" asked Mike, building a loop in his reata.

An hour later they were finishing the delicious meal that Kathleen Delaney had prepared.

"Picked your horse, sweetheart? Evans asked Lisa.

"I think so, Daddy. I tried five, but the one I like best is one Mike had picked out for me. I want to see if you pick it too."

"You mean I have to guess which one you want? All right, if that's the way of it." Evans was amused. He drained his coffee cup. "Mrs Delaney, that was delicious. Between you and Miz McLean, this territory has ruined me for going back east, the food back there is terrible compared to what we've eaten since we got here."

Kathleen Delaney laughed. "I doubt that, Doctor Evans. But go on with you, take Lisa out and buy her a horse. Louise and I will catch up with the gossip. Katie, are you going out or staying in? Make up your mind, girl, please."

"I'll go out to the corral, Ma, see if I can guess which horse Lisa has chosen."

Mike led the way, followed by Evans, Lisa and Katie. Behind them, Louise leaned towards Kathleen Delaney and began speaking quietly.

At the corral the little group paused. Mike had rigged a rope divider. On one side were the three horses he had originally chosen, plus two others, another bay, this one unmarked by white, and a little chestnut.

"Right, Daddy, which one?" asked Lisa, taking her father's arm.

Evans studied the horses carefully. He turned to Mike. "Can I see them moving?"

"Sure thing, Doc." Mike ducked under the corral rails and shook out his loop, neatly lassooing the nearest.

Twenty minutes later, Evans checked out the mouth of the last one and turned to Lisa. "If I was you, sweetheart, I'd pick that sorrel mare."

Lisa hugged her father. "That's the one I wanted, Daddy."

Evans turned to Mike. "Do I deal with you, Mike, or wait until your father gets in?"

"Pa left it up to me, Doc. Come on inside and we'll talk about it."

Thirty minutes later, Mike finished putting Louise's saddle, which Lisa had borrowed, onto the sorrel.

"Where can I get Lisa a good saddle of her own, Mike?" asked Evans.

"I was in Atwell's store about a week ago, Doc, and he had a nice saddle in, would suit Lisa fine, I think, if he still has it."

"The one with the silver decoration?" asked Katie.

Mike nodded. "That's the one."

"It was still there yesterday," said Katie.

"We'll have a look tomorrow, Lisa," said Evans.

"Thanks, Daddy." She pulled herself up into the sorrel's saddle.

Mike mounted Caesar and pulled up alongside her.

"Enjoy yourselves. Look after her, Mike." said Evans.

"My word on it, Doc. I'll have her home before dark, I promise."

Lisa glanced across at Louise, who unseen by the others gave her a significant look and a wicked grin. Lisa coloured slightly and smiled back.

"Is Lisa staying with you again tonight?" Mike asked Louise.

She shook her head. "No, she's going back to the hotel tonight. When Doctor Weiss leaves at the end of the week, Dafydd and Lisa will move in there."

"If I'm late getting Lisa home, can I sleep in your barn?" Or your bed, thought Mike.

"Of course. I'll look out for you," said Louise, smiling at him. She turned to Lisa. "Enjoy your ride, honey."

"Thanks, Louise, I'm sure I will."

Mike kicked Caesar gently into motion and led Lisa out of the yard and onto the open range. He turned to her. "Any place special you want to see?"

"On Sunday, at Louise's, you pointed up to the ridge. You said it was lovely up there. Can we go there? Is it too far?"

"We can go, sure, but I promised your Pa I'd have you home before dark. We can't go too far into the hills, not unless we camp out."

Lisa grinned at him. "Not this time, Mike, maybe another. Show me somewhere pretty."

"I know just the place." And the prettiest thing there will be you, he thought.

Mike gigged Caesar into a gentle lope and led Lisa on the road towards Louise's place. They rode in companionable silence for a while, side by side, letting the horses make the pace.

"Have you given the mare a name?" Mike asked Lisa suddenly.

"I thought, >Cleopatra'," said Lisa, grinning at him.

Mike laughed. "Caesar and Cleopatra. Quite a combination."

"I think so," said Lisa simply. She smiled at him. "I like you, Mike. Louise says she trusts you. She says I can trust you, too."

"That's mighty nice of Louise. I'm proud she thinks that way."

"She's very fond of you."

"Did she tell you that?"

"She did. Now, tell me about this place you're leading me. Is there anything special?"

"I guess not, at least if you think about it, kind of saying to yourself, >what is special about this place? Is it the trees? The rocks? The pool?' Well, by itself, there ain't anything special. It's the way it's put together."

Lisa was curious. Mike obviously liked the hill country, and she knew from Louise that the pool was nice. She decided to wait until she saw it for yourself. "I'll wait until I see it for myself, Mike. Now, how about you? Are you going to work with your father, or do you have plans for yourself?"

"I like working with horses, sure, but I want my own place. There's a little valley about thirty miles south, plenty of water and trees, plenty of grass. I've staked a claim and registered it and Pa's given me the money to start off, and my choice of the breeding stock. I'm going to build a cabin and move there next spring."

"I wish you well, Mike. I'd like to see it sometime."

"We have the branding to do soon, but by the end of September we'll be free for a while. How about then? It'll mean staying out overnight and camping."

"Sounds like fun. Do we go much further today? I'd forgotten how hard a saddle could be!"

"See the notch? It's about a mile from there. We'll be there in a half hour."

"Lead on, Michael Delaney. Sooner we get there, the sooner I can get out of this saddle."

When they reached the clearing and pool where Mike and Louise had swum, he reined Caesar to a halt. He gestured to Lisa. "There it is. Like it?"

Lisa looked around, smiling. A rocky bowl reflected the sun into the basin. Oak and cedar lined the hillside, grass, rich and long, lined the bowl. The pool was oval, fed by a spring on the hillside, dammed by a spur of rock, spilling over into a miniature waterfall. The overspill fed a series of small pools before finally making its way out of the basin and tinkling its way down the valley. A small bench, ringed by rocks, made a natural camp area, close enough to the water for convenience, far enough away not to prevent the birds and animals from drinking. She turned to Mike.

"It's beautiful. Can we go down?"

"Sure. This way." He led the way through the rocks and trees and down into the hollow. He reined Caesar to a halt and stepped down, then turned to help Lisa. She staggered slightly as Cleopatra moved nervously, stumbling. Mike caught her arm and she swung towards him. Automatically, his arms went around her to steady her. Her face was close to his, her eyes wide. They stood motionless for a second, then Mike bent his head slowly towards her, giving her time to break away if she so wished. A smile came into her eyes and her arms went around his neck. Their lips met in their second kiss.

Lisa's lips were warm and soft, slightly salty. The kiss was gentle at first, exploring new sensations for each of them, gradually building. Lisa's lips parted and Mike let his tongue trace the outline of her mouth. Her own tongue joined his, questing, exploring, dancing with quick darts and swirls. Lisa's arms tightened around Mike's neck and she pressed against him. She felt his hardness rising against her and, suddenly nervous, broke away, breathing deeply. She gestured to the horses, Cleopatra's reins still in her hand.

"Can we picket them, Mike, please?"

"Sure thing, Lisa. Here, let me do it." He breathed deeply, willing his erection to subside. God, he wanted her! "Go and sit over there. The trees shade you from the sun there." He pointed and Lisa smiled at him before going where he indicated and sitting down on the grass, leaning against a twisted oak.

Mike loosened the cinches of the two horses, let them drink from the lower pool then picketed them on the rich grass of the lower basin. He went over and sat down beside Lisa. She reached out her hand and took his.

"Sorry, Mike. I guess I got scared."

"Scared? Of me?" Mike's voice was gentle.

"No, Mike. Me." Lisa smiled nervously, a flicker of her tongue over suddenly dry lips.

"Sit up a litle, let me sit against the tree, then you can lean on me," said Mike. "You'll be more comfortable that way."

"That's very gallant of you, Mike. Thank you," said Lisa simply. She eased herself away from the tree so that Mike could sit, then leaned back against him. She was sitting at an angle to Mike, so that as he sat against the tree, his legs straight out in front of him, Lisa's bottom was against his hip, her right shoulder against his chest. He put his left arm around her shoulders to steady her. She looked sideways and up at him, and smiled.

"That's nice, Mike."

He gazed steadily at her and her smile slowly faded. He bent gently forward, giving her every chance to protest, but as his lips got closer to hers she raised her face to his and closed her eyes. The kiss was gentle, exploring, both of them enjoying the sensation. Lisa's tongue came out cautiously, questing. Mike sucked gently on it, then let his own tongue play with Lisa's, swirling, licking her lips, pushing forward and darting back. 

Lisa gently broke the kiss. "That's nice, Mike, I like kissing you." She brought her lips back to his. There was more heat in the kiss now, urgency, a fire building in both of them. Mike gently brought his right hand up from where it had rested against Lisa's hip and stroked her cheek, a featherlight touch of fingertips. His fingers danced against her throat, caressing, stroking, then moved down, almost of their own volition, moving lightly over the stuff of her shirt where it covered her breasts, gently cupping, moulding, her left breast.

Lisa moaned deep in her throat and pressed his hand against her. Mike could feel her nipple growing hard beneath his fingers. Her right hand moved from his cheek and covered his on her breast, pressing it against herself, before gently disengaging his touch. A protest died unborn in his throat as she took his hand and slid it inside her now unbuttoned shirt, to touch her breast, feel its heat, caress the hard button of her nipple. She gasped as she felt his fingers caress the bud, her mouth moving frantically on his. He pulled her closer and let his left hand seek its way down from her shoulder to her breast, his other hand moving to complete the cupping of her beauty.

Impatiently, Lisa tugged the tails of her shirt free from the waistband of her skirt, breaking the kiss.

"Kiss them, Mike," she whispered. "Be gentle."

He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, nibbling her with his lips. She gasped with pleasure and held his head to her bosom. "Oh, Mike! Oh, goodness! Oh, my god!" She moaned. "It feels wonderful!" 

Mike gently slid his hand down her leg and pulled gently at her skirt. Her hand stopped him. Reluctantly they broke their kiss.

"No, Mike, I'm sorry. Not here, not now." She smiled ruefully, making no attempt to cover herself. Her breast were lovely, firm, high, rounded. Smaller than Louise's, he thought, but just as lovely.

Mike took a deep breath. "Sorry, Lisa, I thought perhaps you wanted me."

"Mike?" Her voice caught and she swallowed.

"Yes, Lisa?"

"Mike, I do want you." Her voice was a whisper and she avoided his eyes. She turned and looked him in the eye, bright spots of red on her cheeks. "Mike, do you get horny?"

Mike flushed in his turn, but nodded. "Yeah, all the time."

"So do I," said Lisa. "Mike, I'm still virgin, and I want to know what it's like to make love, properly I mean, to have a man's pecker inside me. I asked Louise about it. She said you were honest and trustworthy and if anyone could help me, you could." Lisa smiled at him suddenly, a mischievous look. "She told me about you two, so you come highly recommended."

Mike flushed again, then grinned ruefully. "I won't try to deny it, if Louise already told you." He looked Lisa in the eye. "Let me get this straight. You want me to fuck you?"

Lisa winced. "Put like that, it sounds so cold-blooded, but yes, Mike, I do, I want you to make love to me."

"Well, why did you stop me?"

Lisa smiled ruefully. "Because it's the wrong time of the month for me. I like you, Mike, very much, so when the time comes, and we're both in the mood, I want it to happen."

"Lisa," said Mike, taking her hand in both of his. "I want it to happen, too, so very much! Thank you for your trust, I'll try very hard to be worthy of it." He laughed suddenly. "Goodness sakes, that sounded pompous, didn't it?"

Lisa giggled. "Just a little." She squeezed his hand. "I think my drawers will be permanently wet for the next few days."

"My pecker will be hard, that's for sure." He reached out his arm and put it around her shoulders, drawing her gently to him. He kissed her ear. "In the meantime, Miss Evans, can we continue our kissing?"

"We certainly can, Mr Delaney, we certainly can. Now shut up and kiss my tits!"

An hour later they were on their way to town. Lisa had proved enthusiastic in her attitude towards kissing, delighting in the feel of his lips anywhere above her waist, her shirt discarded in the grass. By tacit agreement, they had avoided any other contact, neither of them wishing to spoil the moment for the other.

"Mike?" said Lisa as they moved onto a wider part of the trail, moving Cleopatra beside Caesar.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"It's my birthday on Sunday. I guess Daddy will want me to dine with him, but I want you there as well. And Louise. I want to see her and Daddy get on well together, too."

"Yeah. Louise has been lonely since Tom died."

"She told me she wants Daddy in her bed."

Mike laughed. "She told me, too!" He reached across and took Lisa's hand, squeezing her fingers gently. "If I came for you early on Sunday morning, could you get away for the day, if I have you back by late afternoon?"

Lisa grinned at him. "You wouldn't have anything special in mind now, would you Mr Delaney?"

"Whatever gives you that idea, Miss Evans?"

"Something you said earlier. I could make us a picnic and we could have a swim in the pool. I wanted to today, you know."

"Me too. A picnic would be great. Just the two of us?"

"With what we have planned, I think we ought to come by ourselves, don't you?"

Mike laughed. "I certainly do!"

The sun had just dipped below the horizon when Mike escorted Lisa to the hotel, her mare safely unsaddled and cosy in a stall at the livery stable.

"Do you want to come in for a while, Mike?"

"I'd better not, I'll have to sleep in Louise's barn as it is. I won't have time to get home before it's dark, and the trail over the ridge is too dangerous at night. Anyhow, I told Pa I'd meet him on the top pasture tomorrow morning, and Louise's place is nearer."

"Well, kiss me goodnight, then," said Lisa, moving into his arms. The kiss was warm, a promise. Lisa leaned back in the circle of his arms and gazed gravely at him. "Mike, don't sleep in Louise's barn, sleep in her bed. It will do you both good." Without another word she turned and went into the hotel, leaving Mike gazing dumbfounded after her.




Birthday Girl Ch. 3



I'll never understand women, he thought as he gigged Caesar out of town. The trail was darkening, and Mike urged Caesar along at a trot while the trail was still visible. It was nearing dark when he reached Louise's. She was sitting on the porch, a blanket around her shoulders against the cool of the evening. She discarded it and stood as he drew near.

"Hi, Mike. I thought you'd be along soon. You staying?"

"Surely, Louise, if you don't mind."

"Never. You want some supper?"

"Just a sandwich would be great. I'll put Caesar in the corral." Mike began stripping off the saddle and harness.

"Come inside when you're finished, I'll have a sandwich ready for you."

She was as good as her word and Mike was soon wolfing down a huge beef sandwich. He sat back, replete, and took a swig of his coffee.

"Thanks, Louise, I needed that."

"From the way you wolfed it, I'd agree." She laughed, then looked at Mike curiously. "So tell me, Mike, how did you and Lisa get on."

Mike's first impulse to avoid any intimate details died unborn in the face of Louise's gentle concern. He smiled reminiscently. "She certainly has got nice tits."

Louise laughed out loud. "Mike Delaney, what a wicked thing to say. But you're right, they're lovely aren't they?"

Mike looked at her in surprise. Correctly interpreting the look on his face, Louise laughed again. "We slept together, Mike. Lisa said she needed a hug. You know the way I sleep."

Mike laughed. "Yeah, naked!"

"Well, Lisa decided she would too. She's lovely, Mike, really lovely."

"She's all of that. She told me you told her about us."

"I did, Mike. I hope you don't mind?"

"No, I'm proud. Tell the world and spit in their eye!"

"I don't think it will come to that, Mike. In confidence, Mike, Lisa told me she liked you and she was feeling horny, asked me if you could be trusted. I don't know what she said to you, but I told her to tell you, and ask you to help her with her problem. Did she?"

"Not in those exact words, but yes, she did."

"And did you help her?"

"Not yet." Mike shrugged, a wry expression on his face. "It's the wrong time of the month for her, she said. Now it's me feeling horny."

Louise smiled, an expression of pure devilment. "I know just what to do about that, Michael Delaney! Come to bed."

The next few days passed slowly for Mike, but his Pa kept him busy, reasoning, correctly, that Mike would want to see Lisa on the Sunday. Mike did his chores willingly and cheerfully, accepting that keeping himself busy was the best way of passing the time.

On the Sunday he was away shortly after first light and it was just after eight when he hitched Caesar to Louise's rail.

"Come on in, Mike, have some coffee while I dress," she called. He went into the house. Louise had just finished her own breakfast and was sitting in her robe. Mike poured himself a cup of coffee and sat at the table with her. Louise smiled at him.

"Did you get the message to Dafydd and Lisa?" she asked.

"Sure did. Pa let me take a run into town when we were working along Bear Creek. I saw Doc and asked him if I could take Lisa riding, so long as I had her back for dinner. He didn't mind at all. I think Lisa had been working on him." Mike grinned at Louise. "And I told him you'd asked if he'd come out at noon to eat with you. I swear his eyes lit up at that! The answer is yes, he'd love to."

"Good. Slight change of plan, Mike. I'm going to ride into town with you. I know we said Doc and Lisa could come out with you when we hatched this plan last Tuesday, but I have everything ready for noon. It just needs heating up. I'll ride in with you, then I can ride back with Dafydd in the buggy." She grinned at Mike. "Gives me longer to work my feminine wiles on him. What do you think, Mike?"

"Get him here, take your clothes off and say >well, Dafydd'. I reckon that'd work fine."

Louise giggled. "I think I'll be just a little more subtle than that, Mike, but only a little." She came round the table and bent over to kiss Mike. He slipped his hand inside her robe and caressed her breast. Louise pressed his hand to her for a moment then pulled gently away.

"I don't think so, Mike. I don't want to be so horny when I see Dafydd that he can smell me!" She smiled at Mike. "You can watch me dress. Get you ready for Lisa!"

About an hour or so later they were nearing Twin Falls, when Louise suddenly rummaged in her pocket and passed a small packet to Mike. He took it and looked at her curiously. Louise smiled.

"Rubbers, Mike. Might make the difference between having Lisa and not having Lisa."

"Thanks, Louise. I was wondering how to get my hands on some. I don't think I've got the nerve to ask Doc Evans!"

Louise laughed. "You have a point, Mike. I'll get some more and pass them on."

"That'd be great, Louise. Say, ain't that Lisa and Doc outside the hotel?"

Twenty minutes later, Mike and Lisa were riding out of town leaving Evans and Louise sitting on the hotel porch, deep in conversation.

"Are we going up to the pool again, Mike?" Lisa asked, her eyes sparkling, a faint flush on her cheeks.

"That's what we agreed on Tuesday." Mike was suddenly anxious. "You haven't changed your mind have you? I mean, about you and me, er . . "

"Fucking?" asked Lisa, her face aflame. Mike nodded. "No," said Lisa, "I haven't changed my mind. I've had permanently wet drawers since Tuesday." She smiled wryly. "I think Pa suspects something. He didn't say anything except >be careful', but he put these in my purse." Lisa put her hand in her pocket and showed a small package to Mike.

Mike laughed and took his own package out. "I think Louise thinks the same as your Pa."

Lisa dissolved in giggles. "I think they should have kept some for themselves!" She smiled at Mike. "Are we going to swim?"

"I'd like to. It's going to be a hot day, so it would be nice."

"I put a couple of towels in with the picnic stuff, so we'll have something to dry ourselves with."

"I wish I'd thought of that!"

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"Who'd I tell? Don't worry, Lisa, I'm not one for bragging around town. Whatever happens between me and you, even if it's only a kiss, is our business and ours alone. I swear to you." He laughed. "Although I think Louise knows!"

Lisa giggled. "She does. Thank you, Mike." She gigged Cleopatra. "Come on, let's ride a little faster!"

Time seemed to drag for Mike, but it wasn't too long before they were loosening the saddle girths on the horses and picketing them on the rich grass downstream of the pool. Lisa busied herself with her saddlebags and took out the towels. She laid them out on a sun-warmed rock, then turned to Mike, standing with her hands on her hips, her breathing uneven. She met Mike's gaze, her face lightly flushed. He held out his hand. She took it and he drew her gently towards himself, his other arm going around her waist.

Mike held Lisa in the circle of his arms and smiled at her. "Kiss me."

She smiled and raised her lips for his kiss. They both knew that something was going to happen between them, there was an air of inevitability, but at that moment they were two innocent lovers sharing a kiss. They broke the kiss and smiled at each other.

Lisa glanced over at the pool. "Shall we swim, Mike?"

Mike grinned. "Yeah! That's why I lured you here, so that I could see you naked!" He leered suggestively. Lisa took a fit of the giggles and batted his shoulder.

"If you want to see me naked, you have to undress me. But first you have to catch me!" Lisa whirled away, giggling, then ran behind a tree. Mike made to run after her, feinted left, then moved right and grabbed Lisa as she ran into him.

"You've caught me!" she exclaimed, still laughing.

"And now I undress you," said Mike.

Lisa sobered. She nodded. "And now you undress me." She smiled at him. "And then I undress you. And then . . ., well, I'm sure we'll think of something." She moved to Mike and stood before him, eyes cast down demurely.

He regarded her, smiling, then raised his hands and took her in his arms, kissing her gently. "Where do you want me to start?" he asked quietly, disconcerted to find his hands were trembling.

"Why not start at the top and work down?" Lisa said mischievously. "When you reach my boots, you'll know I'm naked!"

"I guess I will at that," said Mike. He raised his hands and unbuttoned her jacket, then turned her gently away from him so that he could slide it off her shoulders. He folded the jacket neatly and laid it on the grass. Lisa still had her back towards him and he put his arms around her waist and kissed her ear, then slid his hands up and cupped her breasts. She shuddered and he could feel her nipples erecting through the stuff of her shirt.

He moved his hands and began to unfasten the buttons down the front of the shirt, slowly, teasingly, then gently tugged it from the waistband of her skirt and slid it from her shoulders. She was wearing a chemise under the shirt, a wisp of a garment. Mike cupped Lisa's breasts again and kissed her other ear, then began to unfasten the buttons of her divided riding skirt. It was only a moment before the skirt was loose enough and he pushed it down over her hips, to the ground. She wore knee-length drawers in a fine cotton that was almost transparent.

"Turn round, sweet. I want to look at you," he whispered hoarsely.

Lisa turned and smiled at him, then took a pose as old as time, weight on one leg, the other slightly bent. The material of her chemise and drawers was so fine that he could see the outline of her areolas clearly through the material. No such evidence could be seen for the existence of pubic hair. She's shaved! he thought, his prick beginning to tent his jeans even more than it had been.

He knelt at her feet. "Your boots now, sweetheart."

She raised her foot so that he could pull off her boot, then they repeated the action with the other. They looked at each other. Lisa's chemise fastened down the front with a row of tiny buttons and was gathered by a ribbon at the top, fastened in a bow, nestling in the cleft between her breasts. Mike reached out and gently tugged it open, then began to undo the buttons, one by one.

He took a deep breath and parted the blouse, then pushed it back off Lisa's shoulders. Her breasts were lovely, creamy, topped by her rosy nipples in the slightly paler rose of her areolas, beautiful as he remembered from before. He bent suddenly and kissed one, then the other. Lisa clasped him to her, her head bent over his, her breath laboured in his ear.

He straightened and gently removed the chemise from her shoulders, dropping it on the pile of her other garments. He tugged gently at the ribbon fastening her drawers and loosened them, sliding them sensuously down her legs. She stepped free and then pirouetted, stopping, flushed, to face him. Her mons was naked, shaved, the shadowed cleft leading to her secret places clearly visible.

"Do you like me, Mike?" she whispered.

He swallowed. "You are beautiful, Lisa, truly beautiful."

She smiled at him, merrily. "At Louise's the other night, you would have liked the view."

"I would?"

"Yes, definitely. The two of us naked, by candlelight. That was before we got into bed and talked about you."

"What about me?"

"Oh, all sorts of things, but mainly what your prick felt like when it was in Louise. She said it was marvellous, and I want to feel it for myself." Lisa laughed, taking hold of his belt and beginning to undo it. "But first we have to get you naked, too!"


Mike laughed. His prick was hardening rapidly and he badly wanted the restrictions of his clothing eased. "Do I help?" he asked, grinning at her.

"You do not! This is my job."

"Okay!" Mike held his hands up out of the way as Lisa loosened his belt and unfastened the buttons on his fly. Quickly she pulled his jeans down, gasping as she saw the bulge in his long johns.

"Ohmigod! It's huge! Oh, damn! I forgot I'd need to take your boots off first."

"Okay, Lisa, I'll just hook >em off." Mike caught each heel with the toe of the other boot, then kicked off his boots. Awkward, with his jeans around his knees. Lisa grinned at him and pushed his jeans down, her tits jiggling delightfully as she moved. With his jeans off, she turned her attention to his shirt, quickly unbuttoning it and pushing it back off his shoulders where it quickly slid to the ground. She stood back for a moment and looked at him.

"You look good, Mike."

"Thanks, Lisa." He glanced down at the bulge in his long johns and her gaze followed his. She flushed and came back towards him.

"I have to see it," she whispered, pushing his long johns down. Mike kicked them off and stood before her, naked, his prick as hard as he had ever felt it. Lisa stared at it, mesmerised, then reached her hand out gingerly to touch it. >It will never fit in me', she thought, terrified suddenly. "Oh! It's hot!" she cried, startled, loosening her grip.

"Come here, Lisa," said Mike gently, reaching his hand out to her. She took it and came easily into the circle of his arms as he pulled her to him, raising her face for his kiss. His prick was trapped between them, pressing into Lisa's belly. Mike stooped suddenly and picked her up.

"Mike, I'm scared," she whispered. "Scared it's going to hurt me."

Mike carried Lisa in silence for a few seconds, then knelt and lowered her to a thick bank of moss and grass, warm in the sun. She looked up at him, her lower lip caught between her teeth, a worried look on her face. Mike sat down beside her and took her hand.

"Lisa, I will never willingly hurt you. Know that. I talked about this with Louise. Not you, particularly, but what might happen the first time I made love to a girl who was virgin. She said that if we went slow and easy, and I made sure she was really wet, then yes, she'd feel discomfort, pain even, but that it would be brief and the pleasure sensations would overcome the pain."

Lisa smiled at him. "She told me, too. But I hadn't seen your prick then!" She reached out and stroked it gently, feeling it pulse beneath her fingers. She grinned at him suddenly. "I'm certainly wet enough. Feel!" She took his hand and put it between her spread legs. Her cleft was soaking. Inspired, he ran his finger the length of it, from the pucker of her anus to her clitoris, just beginning to protrude from its hood. She shuddered and clamped his hand with her thighs.

"Mike," she whispered, "fuck me!"

Mike slid one arm under her neck, holding her in the crook of his arm. His other hand played gently with her breasts and he bent his head to take them into his mouth in turn, sucking gently and letting his tongue play over her nipples. His hand stroked gently over her belly and slowly he let it move down until it was on her upper thigh. Almost unconsciously she moved her legs apart to give him room, her eyes widening as she realised what she had done. His finger stroked gently upwards, probing. Tentatively she reached out her hand and touched his cock again.

"I didn't think it would be so hot. Or so big," she whispered. "Please try not to hurt me too much, Mike."

"I'll be gentle, my sweet. I promise. But it may still hurt you first time."

"I know, Mike. Please come into me. Please. Now."

Mike moved carefully until he was poised between her spread legs. He lowered himself gently, manoeuvring so that his cock pressed gently against her opening.

Oh my God, she thought. It feels huge. She squirmed on the grass, panicking, suddenly terrified. He held her firmly, but gently.

"Easy, my sweet. Easy," he murmured soothingly. Gradually she calmed, excitement replacing fear as he continued to press gently into her, slowly. Ever so slowly, withdrawing a little to spread her juices then moving in again, a little further each time. Suddenly, she felt him against the restriction of her hymen. He withdrew slightly then pushed forward again. A pain took her and was easing almost as soon as she felt it and suddenly she realised she was full of him and her belly was pressing against his.

"Mike, you're in! You're in me! Oh, God, it feels wonderful, better than I ever imagined. Oh Mike, fuck me! Please, fuck me!"

Mike stopped suddenly, remembering his promise. He withdrew gently.

"What's wrong, Mike," Lisa asked anxiously.

"The rubber, we almost forgot it!" He reached out for his pants and took one out of the packet, unrolling it onto his rigidity. Lisa watched in interest, her legs still spread to receive him. She smiled with delight as he entered her again, gently so as to allow her to get used to the movement, gradually pressing more firmly into her. Her breathing quickened until she was almost gasping, as if she had been running hard. The excitement was beginning to bring him closer to climax, forcing him to grit his teeth and try to hold on until suddenly Lisa let out a strangled moan, uttered between clenched teeth, then shook violently in release, clutching at him, her inner muscles rippling, causing the precipitate explosion of his own climax.

Gradually, their mutual trembling died. Mike moved off her at last, gently, his wilting member moving easily from the soaking canal that was her newly opened womanhood. He rolled to his back beside her and took her hand, raising her fingers to his lips and kissing them.

"Thank you, Lisa," he said solemnly.

She grinned at him. "Louise was right, it's better with a man!"

Mike's eyebrows shot up. "And what exactly have the two of you been doing?"

Lisa flushed, then looked him in the eye. "We made love. Louise licked and sucked my pussy until I came, then I did the same for her."

"I wish I'd been there to watch," said Mike, grinning at her. "I'll bet it was fun."

Lisa grinned back at him. "It was, great fun, but I prefer fucking." She paused, then went on, "but when I think about it, I think I'd like both, please."

"Greedy," said Mike, then took her ankles in his hands and moved her legs apart, lying down between them. He looked up at her. She was watching him with interest, but no anxiety. 

She smiled. "Eat me, Mike," she whispered.

"I'm going to," he replied, licking gently at her cunt, enjoying the taste of their mingled fluids. He extended his tongue and pushed it into her cleft, deep, as far as he could, then withdrew it, flattening it against her labia, licking the full length of her channel. 

Lisa shuddered, clamping his head between her knees, relaxing as his tongue continued its steady movements, occasionally flicking against her clitoris, sometimes sweeping into her cunt. She was getting excited again, the sensations building in her, and when Mike's tongue flicked across her clitoris again, followed by his lips sucking at her she could no longer hold back and her belly rippled as she gave way to her orgasm, shaking in climax, moaning building to a crescendo as she came with a wail of exultation.

They lay, quiet, as the sensations stilled. Lisa pulled gently at Mike's head until he moved up beside her, kissing her softly.

Lisa sighed deeply, then kissed him back. "Thank you Michael Delaney, that was wonderful."

He smiled lazily at her. "I think you're right, it was." He reached for a little packet he had laid down beside them and gave it to her. "Go on, open it."

Curious, Lisa tore open the packet, then slowly withdrew a gold locket on a chain. She looked inquiringly at him.

"Put it on, Lisa my sweet," said Mike softly. "Happy birthday."

Lisa smiled. "I'd almost forgotten it was my birthday." She leaned forward and kissed him gently, then dropped her hand and squeezed his prick. "But, Mike, I've already had my present."

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