0 comments/ 11443 views/ 0 favorites Jessell By: jjust Whisper to me. Tell me softly. Are your lips like roses...Do they have the scent of who you are on them and can they bite at my flesh. Causing pain Oh my God She's scrubbing my floor, and for god's sake she's in the shortest skirt I've ever seen, I thought. I looked at the sheerest pr of panties, I knew I'd ever seen. "What are you doing?" In know my voice was almost a whisper but I was in shock. She simply turned, looked at me, grinned at me and threw the rag she was using into a bucket. Blowing a wisp of very dark brown hair out of her face, She looked at her blouse where it had come undone then shrugged her shoulder and left it open. She put her hand on my hand as she said something to me. "I can't understand a word you're saying." While saying this, my mind was spinning and She just looked innocently at me. I pointed to the bucket and said "NO, NO" you shouldn't be doing this." At this point she moved and the rest of her top fell open revealing the smallest pink nipples on the nicest breasts I've ever seen. She screwed up her pert little nose, "NO, NO" she mimicked me then she looked at me realizing all of my attention was on her breast. She actually laughed, then said something to me again. "You're going to get me in trouble here" I searched wildly for some way of communicating with her. She stood back and crossed her arms. I tried one more time. "Who – are - you?" I asked her very carefully. She just looked at me scrunched up her nose and shrugged her shoulders. I pointed to the door and then she shook her head and brightened up and pointed to a folded piece of paper on the drain board. Then going to get it she came back and handed it to Me; "Mr. James, would you be so kind to kind of look after Jessell...I've had to go to my mothers. She's fallen and has to be taken into the DR's right away." My mind was mush as I thought about the situation. "Jessell come with me, please." I said beckoning her to the living room. I turned on the TV and tried to explain that I need a shower I ended up smelling my arm pits and making a face. Then pretending to scrub my body I pointed to the bathroom. She smiled at me, said something, then tried to come with me. I kept turning her back to the living room. She finally looked at me and smiled and bit her lip as she shook her head at me. I left and walked quickly to the bathroom off my bedroom. It's a large room with lots of windows that open to a very private patio. Sometimes I sat out there after I get out of the shower and let the sun dry me. Today I needed to think about what I was thinking. As I leaned my head against the wall I knew I'd better get into the shower quickly. I climbed out of my clothes, letting them fall to the floor. I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it and got in. I stood with my back to the showerhead and then slowly turned, letting the hot steamy water soak my eyes and face. I groaned softly as it began to relax my body. I couldn't believe it when the door opened. She climbed into the shower pushed me around and began to wash my back. I was almost scared to turn back around, but had almost made up my mind to do just that, when I felt her breast rub against my back. I leaned my head into the wall." Oh my god." I groaned to the wall's surface. She started to wash my hair scrubbing hard. Her fingernails bit into my skin and it felt so good. Then she rinsed it, sliding her fingers through my hair slowly while letting her face touch the skin on my back. She hugged me around the waist, as she did she slid her hand down the front of me softly holding onto my stiffness and then she laughed. Her voice was soft and almost childish as she said something else I didn't understand, then she turned me around by pushing on me with her hands. When she finally had me turned she leaned up, softly stroked my lips with her fingertips, then she kissed me. She brought her hands up to my face cradled it with her hands and kissed me again, and again. All the while she was looking so far into my eyes I thought I'd fall in. She reached around me and turned the water off. She softly pecked me on the lips one more time then grabbed a towel and started briskly drying my skin. She finally threw me the towel, grabbed one for her self and sitting on the edge of the tub begin to dry her body as she looked up at me and smiled several times. Then in a quick simple motion she stood, letting the towel fall to the floor. She moved over and with a little jump sat on the counter pulling one leg up, hugging it with her arms. I walked over to her and she just looked amused, until I was standing before her, then she suddenly reached for my hair, pulling me to her. She locked her legs around my hips while she stared at my body. She circled my hard cock with her fingers, stroked me up, then down, then drug her nails back over my shivering skin. I Reached out and held her face with my hands then softly kissed her. Her tongue slipped into my lips and licked them slowly from side to side. Grabbing my hair so hard it hurt, again she wrapped & locked her legs around my legs then pulled me to her, kissing me hard. I was a load of sensations as she played my tongue against hers. She stiffened up and groaned deep inside, then sucked my tongue into her mouth hard. Breaking apart as much as possible I slowly ran my fingers down her body. My fingertips lightly teased her nipples, feeling the tingling in each finger as they eventually slid down and found her hot wetness. Then I slid just a small amount of fingertip into the slippery folds of skin. I slipped my fingers out of her and she pushed forward wildly hanging onto me. I was trembling as I picked her up and carried her to my bed. I was going to lay her down when she twisted out of my arms and standing in front of me she turned me and pushed me to the bed face down. She pushed her hand under my body sliding it to my cock then started licking and biting my ass while she rubbed her slippery wetness on my heel ... squeezing, biting, rubbing...I was hard with need for her. It almost hurt as she kept squeezing me then she groaned deep inside. She stiffened up and bit me on the butt hard. IT HURT. "Damn! Girl!" Then she giggled softly and turned me. She looked at me...smiled, and then butterfly kissed her way up my chest and started teasing my lips with hers while lightly sliding her body over mine. Reaching back she directed me into her and sat fully back, her hands on my chest. Looking into my eyes intently. I pulled on her butt, then, pulled her deeply onto me. We seemed to loose control at the same moment. Her eyes were lost behind a wall of feelings. I was almost there when she pulled back and pinched the base of my cock hard... She smiled at my surprise, then just gently shook her Head. When I was again far from cumming she started moving her hips, rolling them slowly...she reached for my hand and brought my fingers to her mouth and sucked on them. Directing my hand back to her butt she pressed one finger into her then laid full out on my body. Then she pulled all of me at all of her and went wild. We came so explosively...all we could do was hold each other and leave our body's tremble and jerk. We lay there a long time just enjoying the feeling of each other's skin. I laid looking at her, slowly rolled us over and stroked her back, gently running my hands down her legs. She looked so cute in one of my studio shirts, her dark brown hair would drop into her face and she would flip it away. She was going from room to room, not really being nosy, just kind of looking. When she hit my studio she looked back at me and made a silly face then struck an artful poise, then giggled. Scurrying back into the kitchen she opened the refrigerator door slowly. She put her hands on her hips and twisted back to look at me puzzled. I pointed to a pizza magnet on the refrigerator and pointed to the telephone. She shook her head side to side, "no! No! No!" "Market!" That I understood. Picking my keys off the table where I had thrown them earlier, she threw them at said "MARKET." Forcefully to Me again. The next thing I knew we were in the car, it was hot, but the air started right away. Glancing over to me while I drove, then reaching over to the stereo she turned it off and lay her head back on the headrest then split her attention between the city and me. I almost shivered in side wondering; no actually I was more hoping this afternoon would never end. The market was busy as usual, but here she seemed to know her way around and began to throw stuff into the cart. Starting with the fruit and ending up with the meat section, only stopping to look, at the frozen foods, she stuck her tongue out at them, made a face to me then headed to the checkout. I was in tow, "simply along to pay and drive." I thought with some amusement, "not too much different then my other relationships." I must have chuckled more then I thought. She poked me hard in the ribs, then just as quick hugged my arm. "Oh my god" I thought. "I wish you were older." Looking at her brushing back that wild strand of brown hair, I thought she was so beautiful. I couldn't keep my self from reaching out to touch her tanned face. She hung onto my arm as I pushed the cart to the car. As we arrived back at the house, Mrs. Casey was waving us into the drive. "Thank goodness I caught you two. Hello Mr. James," she hugged Jessell and they spoke rapidly in French for a moment while I stood awkwardly by. "Jessell tells me she's had a lovely afternoon with you." " Thank you so much. She hates being alone so I gave her your key and told her to water your plants and wait for you, I hope you don't mind?" By this time Jessell was carrying the stuff we had just bought into the house, and Mrs. Casey reached out, then put a hand on my sleeve. "I couldn't take her to the hospital. Her parents were killed in an auto accident and she seems terrified of hospitals since. That's why she's here in the states now. She looked distraught, Now I have to ask you another favor...I have to go back to the hospital and Frank wont be home until tomorrow, would you be so kind to spend the evening with her, She leaned into me. "She told me she likes you very much. " " Mrs. Casey" I replied Don't you think that one of the ladies on the court would be better, I mean more appropriate. Wouldn't want any talk or anything." I trailed off. "Oh Mr. James, Who could be safer? We know you've never had girls here. Roger and Mike got our house by mistake one night. Believe me, no one will say a thing." She grabbed my arm, "oh thank you so much." As she chatted for awhile longer all I could think was, "Oh MY god, They think I'm gay, The whole damn neighborhood thinks I'm Gay." Roger and Mike are really close friends of mine, but not that close. Walking back to the house, all I could think about was that, of course I had to admit I hadn't dated much since I Broke up with Robin. I guess since I bought the house here in the court and lived alone they could honestly think that of me. I was grinning when I walked in the door. Jessell was just putting some thing in the oven when I walked in; she smiled at me, then pointed at the oven and said "no, no," Pointing at the oven door. She had flour or something on her Face, when I went to brush it off she lightly kissed me on the Lips and pointed to the living room. I've always had the good Sense to know when to mind, so I went, as asked. I turned on The T.V and promptly fell asleep. The next thing I felt was Her lips kissing me again. She was now wearing a simple little White Cotton dress with an electric blue scarf wrapped around her neck. She moved quickly away when I tried to return the kiss. She motioned me to the patio, following her I found that she had set the table with dinner and some flowers. She had evidently found and then clipped from yard. She had prepared some chicken dish and a simple green salad. I looked at her during dinner; she had tied her hair back with a ribbon of some sort and was wearing the barest touch of a light pink lipstick. When she caught me smiling at her she brightened up with a grin. Dinner was really good, after we finished I got some wine and as I poured hers, I was thinking to give her just a small amount. She got an almost indignant look and grasping my hand kept me pouring, tell her glass was full. I tried to help her clear the table but she wouldn't have my help and kept pointing to my chair. She reappeared moments later with her wineglass, refilled, I started to worry about that when she picked a book from her dress pocket and pulled her chair next to me. It was a dictionary, of French to English translation. She dropped the book on the ground and quickly bent over to retrieve it. She certainly didn't wear underwear I thought and as she caught me looking, she shook her butt in my direction and at The same time said. "no." With that happy little giggle in her small voice that I was beginning to love. She sat next to me, So closely I was aware of the feel of her thigh next to mine, and then her breast pushed into my arm as she twisted to look at me. By flipping through the book she slowly told me that she liked my house and had wanted to meet me, but I had left on a buying trip, before she had a chance. Her aunt had told her that I built furniture, after a little more wine she said, "do you like me?" I was stunned and she watched me intently for my answer. "Yes! God yes Jessell! But you're so young." I added. I could see that she didn't understand the last part and looked confused. I tried to look through the dictionary but that was little help. I motioned her to remain where she was and ran to the studio getting paper and a pen I went back to the table and looked up age, pointed to it and then wrote numbers on the paper up to 30. I then pointed to that last number and pointed at my self, then I pointed to her and pointed to 17 then 18. She looked at me stunned, more then half way angry and then shook her head fast and to make her point hit me on the leg hard and pointed to the number 25. She then picked up the book and looked up the word crazy and pointed to me. I was still not buying it so I got the book back, pointed out the word for graduation and then pointed to 12 on the number list, she hit me really hard than and pointed to the number 16. And hit my now sore leg again. Then she pointed to graduation then found the word for college. I then thought about it and looked up the word for beautiful and pointed at her; she didn't hit me but pointed out the word crazy again. As she got up I started to get up with her but she shoved me down to my chair and pointed to it, motioning me to sit. She cleared the table and then took the dishes to the kitchen. I couldn't sit still any longer I got up and followed her a short while later. From the doorway I just looked at her, she caught me looking and smiled, all I said was "Beautiful, yes," she smiled, dropped the dish towel and slowly came to me. Jesse's Brand Intro "Jesse, wake up, boy. We've got to get this herd movin' if we want to make it to the next water," the teen's father said, shaking him from his sleep. Rubbing his eyes, Jesse got out of his bedroll, dreading the day coming up. Looking around, the boy could see the rest of the men getting ready for the long ride ahead of them. Standing four inches over six feet tall, the young man towered over most of the other men on the drive. Adding to this, his blonde hair and blue eyes only served to make him a handsome young man. Unfortunately the teen was too shy to talk to a girl, let alone ask one to one of the many socials they held on Saturday nights in Laredo. "Sorry, pa, I had a rough night," Jesse told the older man. Grabbing his saddle, the young Texan walked over to his hobbled horse and began saddling the paint gelding. As he began tightening the cinches around the horse's broad middle, he noticed the cracking in the broad strap. Making a mental note to repair it when they reached their next camp, the young man put it out of his mind, wanting to concentrate on the day ahead of him. Walking back to the fire, Jesse grabbed a cup of coffee, the strong brew warming him inside. Once he had finished, he dumped out the grounds from the worn coffee pot on the blaze and packed it into his saddlebags, and then walked back to the fire and extinguished the already dying flames, kicking dirt over the embers. James White was proud of his eighteen-year-old son. He had raised the boy and his sister by himself after the Cheyenne uprising in 1874. Now, six years later, the gangly boy was turning into a man, one that would leave large footprints across the land. "Come on boy, we're wasting daylight," James told his son, ready to begin the new day. "Right behind you, pa. Remind me to fix the cinch on my saddle tonight, okay?" Jesse asked, not waiting for his answer as he climbed into the saddle on the spirited horse. Quickly getting his other leg into the stirrup, Jesse waited for the gelding's bucking which had become a morning ritual. Riding out the small crow hops, the young man and horse came to terms and headed out to the herd, taking right flank to help keep the lowing cattle in a bunch as they headed for Dodge City, Kansas. ---------------------------------------- Chapter 1 AMBUSH! Jesse took a couple of swallows from his canteen before reaching into his saddle bags for a stick of jerky. Unless they were close to water, they wouldn't be stopping until later in the day. Looking around him, Jesse felt a bit of pride as he surveyed the herd. They had only lost a couple of the animals in the Canadian River in Oklahoma, and now they were only about one hundred miles from Dodge City. It had been a relatively quiet drive from the J-bar-W ranch and it didn't look like the rest of the drive would be any different. Jesse let his mind wander as he rode, thinking about his sister waiting at home for their return. Josephine, or Jo for short, was his confidant, the only girl he had ever managed to talk to without the telltale blush that always seemed to accompany his stammering attempts to talk to the opposite sex. Even though they were siblings, they were nearly complete opposites. Where Jesse was tall with blonde hair, Jo was much shorter with curly red hair. Other than parentage, the only thing the pair shared was their clear blue eyes. Jesse allowed himself to think about his sister a few more minutes before he felt his penis beginning to grow. Disgusted with himself for the thoughts he was having about his own sister, Jesse shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts out of his brain of what Jo would look like in his bed. "Wake up, we've got a few more miles to go before we stop," James told his son, startling him out of his reverie. When Jesse's face turned beet red, his father smiled knowingly and went back to the other flank of the herd. Jesse watched his father go, glad the older man couldn't read his mind. Clearing his thoughts, Jesse turned his attention back to the cattle, making sure none of them wandered away from the herd. Paying close attention to the herd, Jesse didn't see the riders coming up from behind them. With bandanas pulled high over their faces, the gang took their time, letting the J-Bar-W cattle get closer to Dodge City before taking them. Satisfied with their progress, the outlaws began to make their way back into the rocks, to avoid being seen. Out of the corner of his eye, Jesse caught a hint of movement, drawing his attention to the hills quickly enough to see the last outlaw crouch behind the rocks. Circling behind the herd, Jesse rode casually toward his father, wanting to tell him what he'd seen. "Pa, I saw some men up in the rocks. They didn't act like they wanted to be seen," Jesse told his father, glancing back at the outlaws' hiding place. Seeing nobody there, Jesse thought he might have been mistaken, until he saw a head pop up for a moment. "Yeah, I saw them a few miles back. They'll probably wait until we get a little closer to the railhead before doing anything. Keep your eyes open, though. You never can tell about rustlers," James answered, proud of his son for spotting them. With a nod, Jesse rode back to the other side, looking back once in awhile to make sure nobody was coming. ------------------------ "Boss, I think they saw us," the youngest rustler said, pointing to Jesse. With a grimace, Andy Harding took the spyglass from his subordinate. Seeing the boy glancing their way, he quickly covered it with his hand, not wanting the sun to reflect from the glass. "Damn, we're going to have to go in sooner than we wanted. I can't believe we were seen by a damn kid," he muttered. Looking at the crew around him, Andy knew he shouldn't have been surprised. They were a motley bunch at best, but they were all he could find on such short notice. Overhearing some ranchers talking about the giant herd coming their way, he'd had to move quickly if he wanted to be able to steal them. With a disgusted glance at them, he headed toward his horse, wanting to grab the cattle before the boy had a chance to warn anyone else. Taking his pistol from his holster, the raven-haired outlaw checked the chambers, making sure there was a bullet in each of them. Satisfied, Andy pushed his horse down the hill, toward the cattle. ------------------------------ Jesse glanced back at the rocks, only to see the rustlers hurrying toward them, dust flying from their horses' hooves. Hurrying back to his father, Jesse pointed toward the approaching outlaws, letting him know of the approaching bandits. "Get back to the chuck wagon and tell Cookie. I don't want you involved in this," James told his only son. "Not this time, Pa. You need me and I'm not going to go back there. I'm a man now and I intend to help, so you might as well save your breath," Jesse told the older man, taking his new Winchester out of the boot on the front of his saddle. As the teen rode back to warn the other men, James couldn't help the burst of pride he felt for his son. Taking his own rifle out of its gun boot, James made sure it was fully loaded, wanting to be ready for the descending robbers. "Move em out, boys. We've got company," James yelled, warning the others of the incoming riders. Sensing the men's urgency, horses and cattle began running, trying to put distance between the rustlers and themselves. Hoping to find a place to make their stand, James kept looking around until he spotted some rocks ahead of them. Trying to push the herd toward the hiding place, James felt the wind from a bullet as it went by, followed quickly by the report from the outlaw's rifle. Realizing they wouldn't make it to safety, James turned around and began firing back. "Let em have it. They won't get this herd without a fight," he exhorted his men. As he turned around to fire at another of the bandits, James felt the sting of a bullet as it drilled into his shoulder. As he began falling, he grabbed for the saddle horn, hoping to keep his seat. Pulling himself upright once more, he felt three more shells hitting him, knocking him out of his saddle. "Hold on, Pa. I'm coming," Jesse yelled, riding toward his father. As he got closer, Jesse saw his father fall from the saddle, his horse narrowly missing the older man's head. Forgetting about the outlaws, the teen concentrated solely on his wounded parent. "Come on, Blaze. We've got to get there," Jesse yelled, exhorting the animal to go even faster. As he neared his fallen dad, the teen felt his horse going down, tripping on the uneven ground. Leaping out of his saddle, Jesse miscalculated his jump, landing head first, opening a gash on the top of his head. Wanting to reach his wounded father, Jesse began crawling toward him, hoping against hope, to find James alive. Upon reaching him, Jesse looked into James' face, hoping to see some sign of life in the man's pain-filled eyes. Wiping the blood from his own eyes, Jesse looked down on the injured man, willing him to live. "Pa, you can't die. We've got a lot of work to do if we're going to get our cattle back," Jesse told his father. Taking the older man's right hand in his, Jesse was comforted to feel signs of movement. "Boy, you're going to have to do this one on your own. I'm not going to be much help, I'm thinking. I'm proud of you, son. I know you'll get those cattle back. Take care of your sister," James told his son. As each minute passed, the older man's breath became shallow, before finally stopping. With a sob, Jesse threw himself onto his father, wanting to pull him back from wherever his father had gone. As his grief and blood loss finally caught up to him, Jesse's mind clouded before finally the darkness overtook him. ---------------------------- "Give me a minute, Pa. I can't seem to get my eyes open," Jesse moaned, trying to roll over for just a bit more sleep. Feeling the bindings around him, Jesse attempted to sit up quickly, finding himself unable to do that as well. Looking around, the teen winced at the sharp pain at the sudden turning of his head. Noticing his arms were free, Jesse reached up to his scalp, only to find it covered with some kind of animal fur. Tentatively looking around again, Jesse saw Cheyenne braves all around him, some with bloody scalps from a recent raid, hanging at their sides. As his eyes alit on one of the warriors, the proud fighter walked to his side, motioning him to rest. With a resigned sigh, Jesse let the blackness envelope him, giving himself up to his fate. ----------------------------------- When Jesse awoke the next time, he found himself lying on a soft bed of furs. Tentatively sitting up, Jesse gritted his teeth against the waves of nausea that ensued. Lying back down, Jesse could feel the sweat trickling down his back from his exertions. Jesse knew he was in bad shape, but couldn't help wondering where he was. Looking around slowly, the young man could see different types of animal skins piled up by the opening they used as a door. As he continued his inspection of the teepee, Jesse noticed spears leaning against the walls of the shelter. Hearing the sound of movement outside the tent, Jesse's mouth dropped to his chest as a pretty young Cheyenne maiden lifted the flap and came in. "You're awake! We thought we would have to sing your death song for you," the maiden told him, smiling down at the injured teen. Turning around quickly, the girl ran back out, her excited laughter echoing throughout the village. Though hurt, Jesse couldn't keep himself from staring at the girl's firm ass when she left, the images playing in his mind after she was gone. As he began to relax, Jesse began drifting off to sleep, until another member of the tribe stepped inside. "Willow told me you were awake. I am Soaring Eagle. I think since you have lived this long, I might be able to help you. I will use my medicine to keep you alive, but I can promise nothing," the elderly man told Jesse. Dressed in buffalo robes, the smaller man wore a pair of bison horns on his head. As he removed a bag from his garments, his coppery flesh shone brightly, the fire in the teepee glinting off his skin. Opening the leather pouch, the wizened man dipped into it, taking some gray powder into his fingers. "Wh-what's that?" Jesse asked, watching the medicine man warily. With a grunt, the old man ignored Jesse and began sprinkling the powder all over the teen. After completing this, Soaring Eagle began a low chant, the words unintelligible to the young man. As Jesse watched the aged shaman, he felt his head begin to tingle, starting at the base of his skull and working forward. As this feeling reached his forehead, Jesse passed out, blissfully unaware of his surroundings. ------------------------------------------- When Jesse awoke once more, he felt different. He couldn't decide exactly what the change was, but he knew he had changed somehow. Reaching up, Jesse felt the soft fur covering his head. Gingerly touching the spot that had been hurting him, the young man was amazed at the absence of pain. Pressing harder, Jesse still felt no tenderness from the wound. Happy, Jesse tried getting to his feet, only to have his legs buckle beneath him. Lying down immediately, Jesse could feel the perspiration gathering on his brow, the streaming rivulets of sweat making a trail down his face. As he lay on his back, Jesse looked around, trying to remember where he was. Seeing the furs and tools around him, the memories came rushing back to him. "Ah, you're awake," said the feminine voice he remembered from earlier. Looking up, Jesse saw the bronze-skinned girl that had tended his wounds earlier. Trying to speak, the teen was unable to say anything above a whisper. "Water, I need water," he rasped. Bending down beside the teen, the girl brought a gourd to his lips, the refreshing fluid in it restoring life to the parched membranes in his mouth. Greedily, Jesse tried to get more of the cooling liquid. "Slow, you have to drink it slow," she told him, pushing his hands away. Seeing the wisdom in her words, Jesse relented, taking small sips and swirling the almost clear liquid around in his parched mouth. Letting the water trickle down his throat, Jesse could feel the life-giving moisture. As he felt the dampness reach the water-starved tissues in his gullet, he found himself more able to use his slightly swollen tongue. "Thanks," he told the beautiful maiden, his words still not much more than a whisper. With a smile, the girl dropped a fur into the previously unseen bucket she had brought with her. Jesse wondered where she would have gotten a white man's tool, but put it out of his head when he noticed the girl's pert breasts pushing against the doe skin dress she was wearing. Jesse smiled to himself at the realization that he could still have erotic thoughts in his weakened condition. "My father says you must lie here for now, but you will be able to get up soon," the girl told Jesse, as she sauntered toward the flap covering the doorway. "Wait, you haven't told me your name," Jesse told her. Even though his voice was barely above a whisper, the girl heard him. "I am Laughing Willow," she told him before stepping through the door. Laughing Willow, hmmm? It suits her, he thought. Watching her walk out, Jesse enjoyed the sight of her swaying hips as she walked across the dirt floor. Jesse watched the girl until she stepped through the door and closed the flap. Feeling hot again, Jesse looked for the fur Laughing Willow had used to wipe his brow. Searching inside the teepee, Jesse saw it about 6 feet away, perched on the bucket she had brought with her. Even though he knew it was ridiculous, Jesse stretched out his hand toward the cooling pelt. Unable to reach it, Jesse began laughing at himself. Figuring there was nothing else to keep him amused, Jesse tried again, figuring at least it would give him something to do. Stretching as far as he could, the teen tried once again, his exertions causing him to sweat even more heavily, increasing his need for something to cool him off. "I can't believe I'm actually trying this," he said, not realizing he had spoken his thoughts aloud. With a last ditch effort, Jesse was trying once again, when, suddenly he felt a tingle starting at the nape of his neck, expanding until it spread throughout his whole head. Wonderingly, Jesse watched as the fur slowly drifted toward him. When he finally had the wet pelt in his hands, the teen had completely forgotten why he wanted it in the first place. "What happened? I was just trying to reach it, and the damn thing comes to me on its own," he almost shouted in his excitement. Worn out from his exertions, Jesse drifted off to sleep, with dreams of different objects flying all around him. "Wake up and eat this," said a feminine voice, drifting into his consciousness. Opening his eyes, Jesse looked directly into the doe brown eyes of none other than Laughing Willow. Toward the end of his dreaming, Jesse had been having some highly entertaining dreams of the blushing girl at his side. Wondering why she should be blushing from just bringing some food for him, Jesse had to ask her what was going on. "What's the matter, Laughing Willow?" he asked, not expecting the nervous giggles that came as a result of his question. Looking into her eyes, Jesse saw glimmers of the girl and himself lying on the ground, with Jesse on top, grinding his pelvis into the young woman's beneath him. Shaking his head to rid himself of the erotic images, Jesse stared wonderingly at Laughing Willow, realizing without knowing how, that the thoughts were not his, but the blushing maiden's own ideas. Reaching up, Jesse pulled Laughing Willow's head down, and brushed her lips with his own. Like a startled deer, the girl sprang away from him, bolting toward the door. Jesse was scared, afraid he had frightened the girl away when he saw her turn around and smile shyly at him. With a giggle, Laughing Willow ran out of the teepee, giving Jesse plenty to think about as he drifted off to sleep. Waking up the next morning, Jesse was surprised to see something that looked like beef jerky on a plate beside him. Grabbing a piece of it, he was pleasantly surprised at the taste. The tough meat softened in his mouth as he chewed it, revealing itself to be venison instead of beef. As revitalizing juices slid down his throat, he could feel his energy returning. Not wanting to eat while lying down, Jesse attempted sitting up, gratified when he was able to do it on his second attempt. Leaning back against the teepee walls, Jesse took a better look around, studying the different objects piled neatly on the floor and against the sides of the huge tent-like structure. As he looked around, Jesse remembered the incident with the pelt. Seeing the bucket sitting by the wall, Jesse tried to remember how he had done it the day before. "If I can just remember what I did yesterday..." he began. As he concentrated on the bucket, he watched it slowly rise and start heading toward him. When it got nearer to him, Jesse forgot to concentrate, causing the pail to drop to the dirt floor. The clatter of the falling container rang loud in the still air inside the teepee. Apparently it was loud to those standing outside as well, because Laughing Willow came rushing in. "What happened? Are you alright?" she asked, her eyes showing her concern. With an affirmative nod, Jesse took the time to really look at the beautiful girl. From her long raven hair, and lower to her dark brown eyes, her luscious lips, past her long, regal neck, her pert breasts gently pushing out on the doeskin she was wearing, Jesse let his eyes wander. Taking in her small waist which flared out to shapely hips, and on down to her shapely thighs and small feet, Jesse took in all of this. With a low appreciative whistle, Jesse showed his approval. Remembering his manners, Jesse shook his head to clear the cobwebs from his mind.