7 comments/ 34768 views/ 7 favorites Small Town Whore By: LitRiter Judy Henderson was flipping through one of the large stationery sample books, unable to make up her mind between the heavy robin's egg blue stock with gold embossing or the sunset pink twenty pound stock with ocher embossing. She needed someone else's opinion, and she looked up to see if anyone was available. She saw that the only other person in the store was the clerk, Hannah Wilcox. Judy chewed her lip, considering her options. She decided on the blue, since even the wrong decision would be better than taking the advice of that little slut. Hannah was only twenty-four years old, and she already had a six year old daughter in the first grade. Darling child, that Amanda Wilcox. It was such a shame she was a bastard child. Hannah hadn't been able to graduate high school because of the baby, and she'd never named the father, though there were so many candidates. Word was, Hannah spread her legs for anything in pants, and maybe even a skirt, a thought that made Judy flush deeply. She'd really cleaned up her act since the baby though, Judy gave her that much credit, but she'd be damned before she'd let her husband Fred within ten feet of the little tramp. It was really a sad story. Irma Wilcox had been married to Mike Wilcox from Dale's Hardware. Mike had married Irma right out of high school, like it should happen, and little Hannah came along two years later. Then, when Hannah wasn't yet even one year old, Old Gary Weaver had run Mike down while driving drunk. Well, Irma didn't have much in the way of money of course, so she lost her house and had to move into a trailer on the edge of town, taking a job at the Freedom Diner. A pretty and popular woman, Irma ruled that roost and she tried to raise her daughter right. Unfortunately, Hannah proved to be the best of both Mike and Irma physically, but the worst of them both character-wise. Sure, she was always polite and friendly, but no sooner did she have bosoms than the stories about her exploits started. Of course, nobody was 'fessing up to doing the deed with her, though all of the boys shared winks and smiles whenever she came up in conversation. And what more proof did you need, what with her having that bastard baby, Amanda? When her mama, God rest her soul, passed away a few years back, Hannah and Amanda would have been out on the streets if it hadn't been for the kindness of old Ben Crosby, who hired her to work there, at Crosby's Stationers. Of course, it was pretty common knowledge that Mr. Crosby smiled a lot more than he had before giving it to Hannah - his kindness, that is. Such a beautiful girl too, Janet thought, though you wouldn't know it looking at her now. She was five foot seven and a half, five foot nine in the tasteful heels she wore at work, and she was a slender little thing, only about a hundred twenty-five pounds. Sure, she'd put on about ten pounds after the baby came, but it had apparently all gone into her large, D-cup boobs and her full, rounded hips. She had one of those bodies that was all soft curves, a genuine hourglass with no sharp edges. Her long, straight golden blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun, her big baby blue eyes always seemed to smolder and made it seem like "good morning" was an invitation to carnal delights. She wore a peach colored suit jacket over a cream blouse, and her peach skirt reached just past her knees. She had lovely legs, but at work anyway they were hidden by her skirt and disguised by supermarket pantyhose. Her nails were well-kept, Judy admitted, and a lovely shade of pink that matched the lipstick on her perfect, full pouty lips. If she had one shortcoming, it was that her nose was a little big for her face, but not enough to be noticeable to anyone who wasn't seeking fault in her. "Can I help you, Mrs. Henderson?" Hannah said, and Judy thought her voice sweet and melodious. She had been one of the soloists in the church choir before Emmy Denton had complained about her low morals to the Deacon. "Yes, Dear," Judy said with a sweet smile. "I'd like to order some new stationery. If I could get my monogram embossed on this," she indicated the stock she'd chosen. "That's perfect!" Hannah gushed, clasping her hands in front of her. "It's exactly what I would have picked out for you!" "Er," Judy said, rocked back on her sensible heels, "I think I'm going to wait and check with my husband first." Judy picked up her handbag decided to go back to Crosby's on Monday, Hannah's day off. She was heading for the door when Hannah called out. "You be sure to tell Fred that I asked after his health." The door closed behind Judy, the bells chiming, and Hannah added, "Have a nice Saturday evening, Bitch." She went back to cataloging the new stock that had come in, smiling wickedly at the hell Fred Henderson was going to get put through that night. Later, as Hannah was putting the boxes of stationery on the shelves, preparing to close, the bells on the door chimed and Hannah hurried to the counter. She felt her breath catch in her chest at the sight of Deke Slade. He had been a Senior at high school when Hannah was a Freshman, and he was the most handsome, nicest, most popular boy in the entire graduating class of sixty. He didn't let it go to his head though, and after graduation he'd gone to work with his daddy at the family business, boarding and training horses. The first time she'd talked to him had been when she was a Junior, and she was waitressing for her mom. She'd taken his order one evening and they'd struck up a fine conversation. There had been real interest there, at least on her part, but a week later he hardly gave her the time of day. The last time she'd spoken to him had been three years earlier, when he'd called on her to offer his condolences on her mom's passing. Deke was six foot five and weighed about two hundred twenty pounds of hard, lean muscle. A true cowboy, he was dressed in jeans, a red plaid shirt, and leather cowboy boots with pointed toes. He was clean shaved, with short black hair and beautiful green eyes that sparkled when he smiled. He had an air of sweat about him, a little grime on him that said he'd been working a man's job. "Can I help you, Mr. Slade?" Hannah said, moving behind the counter, near the register. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but for the life of her she didn't know why. "Hey there Hannah," he drawled softly, his voice deep and clear. "You know my name's Deke, for heaven's sake." She didn't know why, but Hannah found herself examining a sticker on the glass counter proclaiming the store accepted credit cards, and her cheeks felt hot. "My cousin Sam, over in Howard, well, he's getting married. I was thinking about getting them some nice new stationery with their new monogram on it," he said, and Hannah looked up and saw that he seemed uncomfortable. "I think that's a lovely idea," Hannah said. "I think it's a perfect gift." Deke twisted his toe against the floor in an obvious "aw shucks" manner. Hannah escorted Deke over to the sample books and she flipped through three to find her recommendations. He stood close behind her, and Hannah felt the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. "I like that one," Deke said suddenly, leaning forward to put his finger on the sample. His other hand pressed lightly, innocently, on Hannah's lower back and caused her to gasp as electricity shot through her body. He quickly apologized and pulled his hand away, but every nerve ending was alive and waiting for the next glorious jolt. "T-That's a good choice," Hannah said, looking up over her shoulder at him. Oh, he smelled good. He had that natural musky sweat smell that just drove her crazy. "I think that's it then," Deke said, and he chanced to put his hand on her upper back, between her shoulder blades. Hannah closed her eyes and took her lower lip between her teeth as warm current passed through her. It felt so nice, so perfect, so...Hannah's' eyes snapped open and she turned, smiling uncomfortably. She took the details for the sale and rang it up back at the register, safely behind the counter. "You can pick it up next Saturday," she said, smiling brightly at him. "I'll be in town then," Deke said, his eyes gazing into her soul. "I guess I'll probably grab dinner at the diner, after," he said. "Uh-huh," Hannah said, lost in his eyes. She shut her eyes and shook her head, laughing softly. "How about you come over and have a home-cooked meal with Amanda and me?" she asked. "I think I might just like that," Deke said, his own smile bright. They said their goodbyes and he left. Hannah waited until she saw his pickup pull away before she ran over and locked the door, turning around the sign to read, "Closed". She was anxious, as always, to get home to Amanda and to change out of her work clothes. Tonight though, she was also looking forward to changing into a pair of dry panties. * * * * * When she'd gotten home, Hannah saw Miss Elsie off, thanking the old Black woman for the ten thousandth time for watching Amanda. Miss Elsie watched Amanda after school Tuesday through Friday, and all day on Saturdays. Miss Elsie was over eighty, and was a retired school teacher. The help she gave Hannah was nothing compared to the education she was giving Amanda. Amanda watched the Cartoon Network while Hannah went into her daughter's bedroom to change. Things were cramped in the trailer, and Hannah kept her clothes in her baby's room, while herself sleeping on the sofa in front of the TV. She quickly stripped to nothing, then put on fresh panties (after pausing to make herself gasp as she remembered Deke's touch and his smell), worn old loose-fitting Levi's, and an over-sized Cowboys jersey. She took her hair down and shook it out, enjoying the freedom for about a half a minute before gathering it up with a scrunchy into a ponytail. They had mac 'n cheese for dinner, and Hannah listened with rapt attention to the goings on in the first grade at Tucker Elementary. Based on what she heard, it was a veritable Peyton Place. She smiled sadly as she told her beautiful daughter to ignore the gossip, to make up her own mind about people. It didn't matter. Gossip was a cancer on her little town. She'd just tucked Amanda into bed when the phone rang, and Hannah prayed it was a telemarketer. It wasn't. It was Tommy Travis, one of her old classmates. "Hey there Hannah," Tommy said, not sounding too drunk. "Hey Tommy," Hannah answered, curious but dreading the conversation. "My buddy Amos is getting hitched a week from tomorrow," he said nervously, and Hannah allowed her heart to race at the thought of a real invitation to be someone's wedding date. "I was kind of hoping you'd be available to, uh," he paused, obviously uncomfortable, and Hannah was practically bouncing with excitement. "Well, I was hoping you'd be available the night before, you know, to see him off right?" "Tommy Travis, you son of a bitch!" Hannah shouted, slamming down the receiver with a crash that made the bell inside the phone chime. She stormed into her tiny kitchen and yanked open the freezer. All of a sudden she had a date with a pint of cookie dough, and she planned on destroying it. She was getting a spoon from the drawer when someone tapped lightly on the door. She set the spoon on the container of ice cream and answered her door. It was Art Jacobs, who had a trailer nearby to hers. "Hey Art," she said, turning back to go into the kitchen, "come on in." She peeled the lid up from the container of cookie dough and pushed the spoon into the ice cream within. Art sat down at the little table where Hannah and Amanda had eaten their dinner and sat back, looking appreciatively at Hannah. She took a bite of her ice cream and waited until his eyes reached hers before asking, "What can I do for you?" "I was feeling lonely," Art said. He was a short man, only five foot four, and he weighed about one hundred twenty pounds. He was in his thirties, and had moved to town a year back. He worked at the lumber yard, and since he was new to town he'd met Hannah on her own terms before the local gossip had a chance to ruin her reputation. Of course, things might have gone better if she hadn't done her best to confirm it. "Art," Hannah sighed, "you get lonely almost twice a month now, and I'm all for this 'friends with benefits' thing, but it seems like you're gettin' all the benefits." "Come on," Art laughed. "You're a hot-blooded woman, Hannah, and you probably want it even more than I do." She would never admit that he was right, nor would she ever tell him that while her desire ran hot and strong, it wasn't for him. He playfully pulled her to him, and he pulled out her jersey and put his head up under it. Hannah sighed and looked at her kitchen ceiling while Art shook his face between her boobs. She didn't understand the fascination he had with doing that, but it was no harm. And then his mouth closed around a nipple and he sucked it, suckled her, and Hannah's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her pussy draw up tight. Just like that, Hannah was breathing hard and beginning to soak her second pair of panties of the day. Art unfastened her Levi's and slid them down over her hips, kissing a trail down her belly. Her panties were little cotton bikinis, vertically striped with juicy fruit colors. She heard him breathe in deeply, which made her think of Deke, and then his tongue started lapping at her through the cloth. Her legs parted and her ass clenched, thrusting her her moist mound against Art's mouth. Her hands were on his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his tongue worked the cloth of her underwear into her groove. Art leaned back quickly, and he tugged and pulled to get his pants open. His cock, when freed, stood proudly, a five inch long tower of flesh rising from a thick dark forest of damp, musky curls. The mushroom head was bright red, and the thick shaft was covered by fat ridges of veins. He wasn't the biggest she'd had, but he was the second biggest. Of course, she'd only had two. Art held the little packet containing his condom (ribbed for her pleasure, how sweet) and looked into Hannah's eyes as she slid her panties down and off. He waggled his eyebrows at her. "Screw you, Art Jacobs," Hannah said darkly, "I've told you before, I am not putting your greasy thing in my mouth." Art shrugged and tore into the packet, then rolled the condom over his raging prick. Hannah straddled Art's lap and sat down on him, taking him inside her on the second try. She put her head down on Art's shoulder as her hips worked her pussy on him, holding him inside her as she ground her clit against his hardness. Even if it was Art, Hannah knew, even if she didn't have the slightest bit of desire for him personally, his real, live dick felt a world better than either of the dildos she'd bought from late night TV. They were bigger, sure, at least longer anyway, but something about his body holding her, his shoulder to put her head on, the feel of his heart beating and his dick throbbing, well, it was just better. "Come on," Art gasped, and Hannah rolled her eyes. Her head was still on his shoulder, so he couldn't see and be hurt. She ran through some things in her head, trying them out silently before starting. "Oh lord, Art," Hannah enthused as the stared at a Crayola drawing of a turkey taped to the refrigerator, "you're a stallion!" His hands went up under her jersey and he pulled at her nipples, making her pussy clamp down on him like a puppet master pulling strings. "Oh yeah, Baby," Hannah cried softly as she examined a chip in one of her nails, "give it to me good! Give it to me, oh, give me your big ol' dick!" Hannah was feeling it though, as her thighs tensed, her tummy muscles clenched, and her breathing became more ragged. He'd pull her boobs and her pussy'd clamp down around his fat prick, sending waves of pure joy through her. Her mind wandered, and she thought about Deke. She bet he had a great big dick on him, and boy would she just love to have him under her, no, on her, pushing it between her open legs, taking her. Hannah's head snapped up from Art's shoulder and she stared wide-eyed into his little black eyes. "Holy shit, Art," she exclaimed, "I'm gonna come!" "Oh yeah," he replied, "Am I gonna make you come, Darlin'?" "Yeah, whatever," Hannah gasped, redoubling her grinding against him until she was actually bouncing on Art's cock. "I'm gonna come, Art. Please don't stop!" Art was thrashing in the chair, his head shaking back and forth as he grunted and groaned loudly. He was actually pinching her nipples now, twisting them, but Hannah didn't care, she had a real, honest to goodness orgasm cresting, looming darkly over her, the buzzing deep inside her, like when Deke had touched her back- Her orgasm crashed down on her, and Hannah held tightly onto Art, afraid she'd be carried away by the flash flood current that pulsed through her. She buried her face in his shoulder and screamed her release, her relief, dug her nails into his back, and bit his shoulder. "Whoa there!" Art hissed, "Back off, She-Demon!" Hannah brought her face to his and looked into his eyes, feeling conflicted, confused, and slightly annoyed. "Take it easy on my dick! It feels like you're tearing it off!" "Did you come?" Hannah asked between panting breaths. "Yeah," Art gasped, smiling broadly at her. "Good god, that was the best-" "Get out," Hannah said, pulling up off of Art's dick. She went to the sink and leaned on the counter, feeling aftershocks rolling through her and driplets of cum roll down her thighs. She glanced back over her shoulder at Art, who sat where he was, condom-covered cock sticking straight up. His mouth hung open in shock. "What are you waiting for?" Hannah asked, "Git!" Art was so confused by the situation that he closed his pants and left without taking off the filled condom. Hannah listened for the door to close, and when it did she went over and picked up her spoon. Melted ice cream poured off into the container, and Hannah picked it up and dropped it into the trash. She pulled on her panties and sat on the end of her sofa, her bed, and softly chewed at her thumb nail. She didn't know what had just happened, but somehow, Deke Slade had just become the best, most incredible lover she'd ever had, and she hadn't had him. She thought about their date for the following week and smiled, "Yet." She hugged her tummy and felt another aftershock buzz softly through her before laying her head down and passing out. * * * * * It was nearly Noon, and Hannah sat in the 31 Flavors with Amanda, enjoying their weekly "After Church Ice Cream". She was trying to engage Amanda's immense curiosity without getting caught up in the continuation of the "Mommy, why do you smell funny?" conversation they'd had that morning. Hannah promised herself she would always bathe after sex, especially with Amanda getting older. Hannah glanced out the window and saw a familiar truck. It was the black, late model Titan that Deke drove. Sure enough, standing next to the tailgate was the man himself, in jeans, a blue work shirt, and straw cowboy hat. He was lifting bags of cement weighing nearly a hundred pounds each, and tossing them into the bed of the truck His sleeves were rolled up, and she watched his muscles bunch and roll as he lifted and hefted the bags. "Mommy, why are you all red?" Amanda asked, standing up on her seat to look out the window. "Do you have fever?" she asked, looking back at her mother with concern. "Kind of, Baby," Hannah answered, finishing her ice cream quickly. "Sit down," she told Amanda, "That's not polite." "I want to see what you're lookin' at," Amanda said. "What kind of fever do you have?" "Finish your ice cream, Amanda Irma," Hannah said, holding a glass of ice water to her cheek and watching Deke work. When Amanda reported she was, in fact, done, the girls went out onto the street and headed for Hannah's old Toyota. She had her key in the passenger door when Deke called out a greeting and jogged over. Small Town Whore "Hey there, Little Lady," Deke said, squatting down in front of Amanda. "I'm Deke. My, you're a right pretty princess, aren't you?" "You stink," Amanda reported honestly. "I think you'd better have a bath." Both Deke and Hannah laughed, though Hannah's was noticeably more strained. Hannah was mortified. It was bad enough she was dressed in church clothes, the weekend equivalent to her stodgy work wear. Today she'd worn her powder blue suit, to match Amanda's dress with the blue floral pattern. "I believe that's a good idea," Deke said, touching his finger to the end of Amanda's button nose before standing. "I thought about you last night," Deke said, and then quickly added, "I mean, our date, or dinner next week. Do you want me to bring anything?" "You're coming over for dinner?" Amanda asked loudly, her eyes as blue as her mother's and twice as wide. "Momma! A boy's coming in our house for dinner?" When Hannah nodded, Amanda looked at her seriously and asked, "Is that allowed?" "I'm an adult, Amanda, and if I invite a man he can come if he wants." Deke seemed to choke, and Hannah felt the blood drain from her face. "I-I mean, I can have a man come if I want," she stammered, "I mean, oh, never mind what I mean!" They said uncomfortable goodbyes, and Deke was halfway across the street when Amanda asked, "Momma, why were you fevered watching Mr. Deke working?" Shaken, Hannah looked in Deke's direction, and sure enough, he'd hitched in his stride and was looking back in her direction with interest. "Amanda Irma," Hannah sighed, "Please, just until we get home, shut up." "We're not allowed to say 'shut up'!" Amanda shouted, and Hannah felt a vein in her head throb. They drove to the trailer in silence, Amanda angry with her mother for telling her shut up, and Hannah apologized when they got in the door by putting in Amanda's favorite Wiggles DVD and sitting close with her to watch it. * * * * * Monday morning, after dropping Amanda off at school, Hannah decided to spend the day working around the house. She put on her Levi cut-offs, a loose t-shirt with a cartoon kitten on the front, and flip-flops and headed out to her car with a bucket of suds and some rags. The radio in her trailer was turned up loud and she washed her little Toyota with gusto, shaking her ass whenever a song came on that she liked. She was leaned over the hood, scrubbing a bit of pitch and thoroughly soaking herself, when "Redneck Woman" reached a "Hell yeah" and she stood up straight and shouted, "Hell yeah!", turning around and wagging her ass to the beat. "Hell yeah," Deke said breathlessly, standing a yard away from her. The rag dropped from her senseless fingers as Hannah froze like a deer in headlights. The thought of headlights made her look down at the white cotton shirt plastered to her body, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Deke only stared in admiration for a few moments before averting his eyes, as a gentleman should. Peeling the fabric from her skin and holding it out, Hannah laughed once before turning and running into her trailer. She returned a minute later, wearing a sky blue t-shirt that was much too tight, but at least not transparent. Seeing his eyes immediately flick to her chest, Hannah realized her hardened nipples jutted out against the too tight shirt, and she crossed her arms over them. "Hey there, Deke," Hannah said, her face burning. "What brings you around here?" "I was shorted a few supplies and had to run into town," he said, his sparkling green eyes gazing softly into her baby blues. "I thought about you, and I wanted to see you." "Well," she laughed uncomfortably, "you certainly did that!" He laughed too. "Can I buy you some lunch?" he asked. "You don't have to," she replied, "we can talk here, if you'd like." She watched him watching her, and she added, "Can I get you a beer?" When he nodded she went back inside and got out two bottles. She was surprised that he hadn't followed her in, and when she went out again she saw he was washing the roof of her car. He'd taken off his work shirt, and at first sight of his lean, muscular body stretching to scrub her car, Hannah held a cold bottle to her forehead and moaned quietly. He saw her and dropped the rag into the bucket of suds before walking over and taking a beer from her. He saluted her with the bottle and took a long pull. She watched his throat working as he swallowed, and wondered why that would be making her feel so hot. Fed up with herself, Hannah decided to call Deke's bluff. "Deke," she asked seriously, "why do you want to see me?" "I like you," Deke said, looking confused. "You know my reputation," Hannah countered. "It won't do yours any good to be around me, not that you need to worry. Every eligible girl in town wants to hang off your arm, and half of the one's who aren't eligible too." "Hannah," Deke said seriously, "Even if every word I've heard told about you is true, which I doubt, I'd still be here right now." "I have a little girl," Hannah said, and Deke looked at her like she was stupid. "I mean," she amended, "I can't get involved with someone who isn't for real serious. It's not the kind of thing I want my baby exposed to." "Do you honestly think I'm after you for a roll in the hay?" Deke asked, his face stony and unreadable. "I don't know, Deke," she answered. "I hope not, but you might be surprised to find out that most of the men who call on me only have a few minutes before they need to get back to their wives or girlfriends." "They ain't me," Deke said, a question in his eyes that he wasn't going to ask. Hannah said softly, "I've only been with two men in my whole life. Amanda's father, and someone else. I'm not a loose woman, Deke." "I never really thought you were," he answered, "Or at least I really hoped you weren't. I didn't lie though, even if it was all true, I'd still be here to court you." "Court me?" Hannah asked, choking up. "You want to court me?" "Oh hell, Hannah," Deke said, swiping at the air, "I've been sweet on you since I first laid eyes on you. First my daddy said I shouldn't go near you, and then I got busy taking over the business when Daddy passed on." "So," she asked, eyes wide with astonishment, "you really want to court me, like, maybe get serious?" "Shoot," he laughed, "serious as serious can be. I think about you all the time. I see you taking your girl to school or church, or sometimes through the window at Crosby's, and I just wonder at how lovely you are. I mean, how can somebody so damned beautiful and perfect be available?" "Now you're just blowing up my skirts," Hannah laughed. "Fine," Deke said, looking a little hurt. "I'll be here on Saturday night, Hannah, and I'm bringing candy and flowers, and I'm going to make a fuss in town about it too. I'm going to leave early and make a bigger fuss about what a lady you are." "What if I don't want you to leave early?" Hannah asked, so quietly she wasn't sure he heard, but he was staring into her eyes with a ferocious intensity. He stepped forward and pulled her to him, and he kissed her passionately. Hannah threw her arms around his neck and held on tightly, not hearing the thunk and glug, glug from her forgotten beer bottle as it fell to the ground and poured out. Hannah kissed Deke harder than she'd ever kissed before, delirious at the feeling of his big, strong hands on her waist, holding her. They broke their kiss and both panted, smiling into each others eyes. Deke's eyes flicked down, and Hannah looked. She was surprised to see that she'd curled her legs up behind her, her ankles crossed. Deke had been supporting her like that for lord knows how long, and he wasn't even straining. One way or another, Hannah thought, I'm gonna need to put on some fresh underwear. "Let's go inside," Hannah whispered, lowering her feet to the ground. "No," Deke said, though his eyes betrayed his struggle. "I'm gonna court you, Hannah Wilcox." "Please?" she asked, making big eyes and pouting. "It's been a while, I guess?" Deke asked uncomfortably. "My whole life," Hannah said. "I've been waiting for you my whole life." Deke set his beer on the hood of the Toyota and said, "Then you can wait a while longer." "Kiss me then?" Hannah asked, feeling like she was begging, but Deke was far more generous with his kisses and they enjoyed each others company for well over an hour, when Deke had to go, and Hannah had to get ready to pick up Amanda. * * * * * "Momma?" Amanda called, holding her skirt out in front of her. "Why do I have to wear my party dress for dinner?" Hannah was busy, checking the chicken she had roasting in her tiny oven and making sure the green beans on the stove weren't burning, wearing only a slip and stockings, makeup on her left eye. She'd rushed home after work, and while Miss Elsie had kindly offered to help, Hannah was determined to make the evening perfect all by herself. "Go watch television, Baby," Hannah answered, "Don't you make a mess now." She rushed back into Amanda's bedroom and finished making herself up, and brushed out her long golden blonde hair, and took a moment to examine herself in the mirror, biting her lower lip as she smiled. She looked good, she thought. She looked radiant. Hannah put on her satin panties, thinking how some of her tighter pairs of shorts were more revealing, and stepped into her blue pumps before hurrying back to the kitchen to check the chicken again. Hearing a truck outside, Hannah bolted for Amanda's room and put on her favorite dress, dark blue with tiny white flowers printed on the fabric. The skirt hung almost to her knees, and and the v-neck was tasteful, while the dress was body-hugging and emphasized her bosom. She hissed at herself in anger and quickly put in her little (fake) pearl stud earrings before running to answer the knock at her door. Amanda had answered already, and Hannah slowed to a stop. Deke looked very handsome, dressed in a white shirt with buttons on the collar, black slacks, and brown boots that shined with fresh polish. He had a nice straw cowboy hat on, and was holding a big bouquet of flowers, roses, and a red box that was shaped like a heart. "Momma," Amanda said as she turned around to face Hannah, her eyes bright, "Mr. Deke is here." They ate around the tiny Formica table, and cramped as it was, Hannah was very pleased with how everything had turned out. After a dessert of vanilla ice cream, they all sat together on the sofa, Amanda on Hannah's lap, and watched television for a while. "I'm going to tuck Amanda in," Hannah said, and pointed at Deke's chest. "Don't you move." "Goodnight, Mr. Deke," Amanda said sweetly, rubbing her little blue eyes. Hannah took Amanda into her bedroom and closed the door, leaving Deke to watch the little screen as he waited. There was a soft knock at the door, and Deke answered, finding Arthur Jacobs, of all people, standing there with eyes like saucers. "Hey Deke," Arthur said, craning his neck to see inside the trailer. "Arthur," Deke acknowledged. The short man was a neighbor of Hannah's, Deke knew. "What can I do for you?" Arthur laughed nervously and held up his hands. "I didn't know Hannah had other company tonight," he said. "I can come back tomorrow night." "Is there anything you need, Arthur?" Deke asked, a note of impatience in his voice, an edge that made Art start to sweat. "Uh, no Deke," Art said quickly. "It's just, well, me and Hannah have an arrangement, and if she doesn't have other company, well, she takes care of me. You know." "Does she have arrangements with lots of gentlemen?" Deke asked darkly. Art laughed nervously and held up his hands. "Hey now, Deke," he said as he backed down off of the stoop, "I'm not here to ruin your evening. Just let Hannah know I'll see her tomorrow." Deke closed the door softly and he began to pace the small room. His heart pounded in his ears, and the pictures of Hannah entertaining the men from town came too easily to mind. Ready to punch something, Deke grabbed his hat and had his hand on the doorknob when Hannah came out of Amanda's room, smiling sweetly. Hannah instantly saw that Deke was upset, not to mention the fact that he was leaving. "Deke?" she asked, freezing at Amanda's door. "What's wrong?" "Arthur Jacobs called on you," he said quietly, darkly. "I'm sorry to have interrupted any plans, but he asked me to tell you he'd be back tomorrow night." "Deke, I can explain!" Hannah cried as tears splashed down her cheeks, staining them with mascara. "I can't hear it right now," Deke said, and he pulled the door open and left Hannah to throw herself onto her sofa and cry. * * * * * Art opened his door, blinking away the sleep. It was nearly three in the morning, but the pounding on his door was insistent. He flipped the switch to turn on his porch light and saw Hannah. She was beautiful in a pretty blue dress and heels, but her face was a mess from hours of crying. He threw open the screen door and leaned out. "Hannah, what's wrong? What did Deke do to you?" "You dirty son of a bitch!" Hannah wailed at him. "You couldn't let me have one good night? You couldn't let me have one chance to be happy?" "Hannah, now, you hush yourself," Art said quietly, looking nervously around at the surrounding trailers. "I like Deke Slade," Hannah continued. "He was courting me, you filthy motherfu-oh!" Hannah fell to her knees and her face in her hands, she wept loudly. Wearing only his dirty white wife-beater shirt and loose boxers, Art stepped out of his door to comfort Hannah, but she pulled away from him and took off at a run into the darkness. He called after her, and then after a moment went back inside. * * * * * Miss Elsie's big black Buick pulled up to Hannah's trailer and she knocked on the door. She was dressed in her Sunday best with a new hat, and when she hadn't seen either Hannah or Amanda in church she'd been very worried, and had driven over immediately after instead of going to her sewing circle. Amanda answered the door, looking as pretty as a princess, obviously ready for church herself. She looked frightened though, and more than a little sad. "Good morning, Amanda," Miss Elsie said, "Is your mother at home this morning?" "Yes, Miss Elsie," Amanda said, pushing the screen door open for the elderly woman. "Momma's sick I reckon, because she can't stop cryin'." When the door was closed, Amanda said, "She's layin' in my bed if you want to see her." Miss Elsie thanked her and went into Amanda's room, closing the door behind her. Hannah lay on the little bed in her slip and ruined stockings. Her face was a mess of tears and makeup, and her hair was in tangles. Miss Elsie sat on the bad and ran her heavily lined hand over Hannah's back, feeling her shudder as she sobbed. "There there, Child," Miss Elsie soothed, "Tell me what happened." "Deke Slade came over to dinner last night," Hannah said slowly, holding back her sniffles, "and when I was putting Amanda to bed, Art stopped over and said something that made Deke mad, and he left." "I see," Miss Elsie said, "And could he have said something about your little 'arrangement' to Deke?" When Hannah didn't answer, Miss Elsie said, "I told you, Child, that arrangement of yours was going to be trouble later. Now that time's come." Miss Elsie stood and straightened her dress. "Young lady, I am going to take Amanda for her Sunday ice cream and then to my sewing circle with me. When I bring her back home this afternoon, I expect you to tell me that you've spoken with Deke Slade and resolved this." Standing in the doorway, Miss Elsie looked back at Hannah and said, "The next time you feel like being broken hearted on a Sunday, you call me so Amanda can get to church, you hear?" She didn't wait for a response, leaving quietly. Hannah heard the giant old Buick start and pull away, and she got up off of the bed and went in to shower. She didn't know what she would say, had no idea what was going to happen, but she would rather face the wrath of Deke Slade than defy Miss Elsie. * * * * * Hannah drove slowly up the paved country lane that was lined with trees on either side. Around the bend, she pulled to a top in front of the beautiful two story wooden home, parking next to Deke's pickup. She got out and walked to the house, climbing the steps onto the spacious covered porch, and pressed the button to ring the bell. She was so nervous that she shook. She'd cleaned herself up and dressed in a simple white square-necked peasant blouse and loose blue jeans with socks and sneakers. Her hair hung loose, and she wore no makeup. The door opened and Deke looked at her, unsmiling. He too wore jeans, but he was barefoot and his red plaid work shirt was open and untucked. He didn't appear to have shaved, as a shadow of dark stubble covered his lip, cheeks, and chin. "Deke," Hannah croaked, fighting back her tears. "Hannah," Deke said through the screen, "I don't think we have anything to say to each other." "Please!" Hannah cried, her tears spilling. "Let me explain, Deke." When the door closed, Hannah fell to her knees and folded her hands on her lap. Her head hung and she cried. When the door opened again, Deke looked down on Hannah and said, "You've been sitting there for more than three hours, Woman." She looked up with dry eyes, her tears failing an hour before. "Don't you have any pride?" "Not anymore," Hannah answered. "I need to explain, Deke. Even if you never talk to me again, I owe you an explanation, and you owe me the courtesy of hearing me." The screen door opened and Deke stepped outside. He took a seat on a big, homemade wooden chair and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. He didn't say a word, only watched her get up and stand in front of him, wringing her hands. "Before we talked, I was lonely, Deke. All of the men in town think I'm a whore, and I'm not, but that was what they expected from me. I couldn't date, and I certainly couldn't play around." "Then, Art Jacobs moved to town, and we got to be friendly. He's not the prettiest man, and he and I, well, we came to an agreement. He didn't have feelings for me, and I definitely do not have any feelings for him, but we agreed to get together whenever the ache got to be too bad, you know?" "I've only been with him a few times, really. It doesn't mean anything, and I was going to tell him the agreement was over because I was being courted by you, but I didn't see him to tell him. Then he came by and I don't know what he told you, but I swear to you, Deke, I'm not lying to you, and I never will." Hannah watched Deke watch her, afraid to move, let alone speak again. He sat back and took a deep breath, and after a few minutes he leaned forward again. "Who's Amanda's daddy?" he asked, and Hannah's shoulders slumped and her hands dropped to her sides. "I can't tell you that, Deke," she said, her eyes downcast. "I will, I promise, but I can't tell you right now. For that you have to trust me." When he didn't say anything after a minute, Hannah said, "He isn't Art Jacobs." "Why can't you tell me, Hannah?" Deke asked simply. "Amanda's father and I went out exactly one time, but I thought I was in love and that he loved me. Amanda came from that one date, and I cherish my baby girl more than the world, Deke. I'm afraid that if his family found out, they'd take her away from me." "When do you plan on telling him?" Deke asked, seeming more curious than angry then. "He knows," Hannah said softly. "He doesn't want anything to do with me or her, but his family, well, they're important. We made a deal that when I got married he'd sign the papers so Amanda could be adopted by her new, her real daddy." Small Town Whore "Why'd you come here, Hannah?" Deke asked. "I know I have a nice house in the country and a good business and all," he paused, and the pause dragged out. "Deke Slade," Hannah said softly, "every woman in town is after you. I've always been sweet on you too, but I never once chased after you, and you know it." She looked into his brilliant green eyes and whispered, "I'd never think I had a chance with you if you hadn't come after me." "Are you crazy?" Deke said, laughing incredulously. "You've always been the prettiest girl in this whole county, and there isn't a man or woman alive who'd argue with me. I've gone plum crazy wanting you for most of my life, even when it wasn't, er, appropriate or legal!" "But do you forgive me?" Hannah asked, beginning to shake again. "You bring Amanda over for dinner next Saturday night and we'll talk, alright? I don't trust myself right now." Hannah kissed him then, pressing her lips to his in a fast, passion-filled kiss, and then turned and sprinted for her car. * * * * * "Momma!" Amanda shouted, "You just stop that right now!" Hannah was urgently scrubbing Amanda's face with a warm washcloth, finishing their preparations for dinner at the Slade house, and had just finished getting dressed herself, after her after-work shower. She could hear Miss Elsie laughing in the living room. "All this fuss for that boy," Miss Elsie cackled. "Now his Grand-daddy, Earle Slade, well, that was a man!" Brushing out her hair again, Hannah paused and called, "Why Miss Elsie, did you step out with Deke's grandfather?" The thought of the aged Black woman dating a Slade was scandalous. "I believe you call it 'hookin' up' now, but yes I did," Miss Elsie answered with a big smile. "It was when he came back from Europe, the war you know. He cut a fine figure in his uniform, and I was a bit of something to look at myself, if I do say so." "Of course we both knew we couldn't be a couple, not really, but we enjoyed our times together a great deal. Yes, we did, my goodness, right up until he met Jill O'Malley. That's Deke's grandmother. She was a good woman, too." "Did you love him, Miss Elsie?" Hannah asked, her heart swelling. "Child," Miss Elsie said softly, "he's why I'm eighty-one years old and still 'Miss Elsie'." Miss Elsie stood up then and said, "I'd best be getting home myself, and you'd both better get a move on and get to supper." Hannah ran to Miss Elsie and hugged the old woman tightly. "Go get your man," Miss Elsie whispered, "If it looks like you might miss church in the mornin', well you just call me and I'll come collect Amanda." Hannah gasped and found herself blushing deeply. As she walked out the door, Miss Elsie looked back and winked. "I do know my way to that house, after all." * * * * * It was nearly dark when Hannah pulled up next to Deke's pickup, but Amanda sat up in her seat and shouted excitedly, "Momma! It's a beautiful house!" Amanda was dressed in a nice blue dress and had a matching hair band on top of her blonde hair. Little shiny black shoes and ankle socks with frills completed her outfit. Hannah felt love explode in her heart, love and pride at having created such a beautiful little girl. Hannah herself had worn the only thing she had that she felt appropriate for a date, and that he hadn't already seen her in. Her black skirt was tight, hugging her round hips down to a few inches above her knees, and she wore black tights with her red high heels. Her top was loose, low-necked and sleeveless, black with little sequins. Her hair was hanging loose, a single black clip holding her bangs to the side, and she wore the only 'real' jewelry she owned, a pair of diamond stud earrings. She let Amanda ring the bell, and when Deke answered the door Hannah felt her breath taken from her. It was only a simple white shirt, his sleeves rolled up over his forearms, worn with Levi's and his nice brown cowboy boots. His belt buckle was large without being ostentatious, and was without decoration aside from the fine pattern of the filigree. Deke showed them inside, and Amanda was stricken with the size and beauty of the interior of the house. Deke brought them drinks, milk for Amanda and glasses of beer for the adults. Hannah couldn't take her eyes off of Deke, and for his part, she noticed his attention seemed to be on her as well, though he was polite enough to attend to Amanda as well. "We have about an hour before supper's ready," Deke said, and he reached behind the large leather sofa and took out a six string guitar. He sat down on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and started picking out notes that thrummed and reverberated through the room. "Play 'She'll Be Comin' Round The Mountain'!" Amanda squealed, enchanted that Deke could make real music. "I think I know it," Deke laughed, "but I don't know for sure. Maybe if your ma will sing it..." "Nobody wants to hear me sing," Hannah said, embarrassed. "Sing Momma!" Amanda cried. "I can't think of a lovelier voice," Deke said, and Hannah sang the song while Deke picked out the simple tune. When they finished, Deke segued immediately into 'Amazing Grace', which Hannah also sang, before finishing with 'Crazy'. As she sang the last, Hannah couldn't tear her eyes from Deke's, no matter how hard she tried. She had tears standing in her eyes when the song ended and Deke set the guitar aside and went to check their dinner. "You sing real pretty, Momma," Amanda said, impressed and obviously proud. "So do you, Baby," Hannah responded. Dinner was a beef roast with rice and black eyed peas. Amanda made a small fuss over the beans, but was convinced to try them and finished most of her dinner. Dessert was fresh apple pie, though Amanda was disappointed that there wasn't any ice cream to have with it. After dessert they retired to the porch, where Amanda curled up with her head on Hannah's lap, on the swing. Deke pulled his chair closer to the hanging swing and he played and sang himself. Hannah was taken with him, she knew. He could ask for her heart, her soul, anything, and she wouldn't deny him. "I think she's sleeping," Deke said quietly. "You play beautifully," Hannah whispered, and Deke shrugged. "Why don't you play more?" "Why don't you sing?" Deke countered. "I did sing," Hannah said, "in the choir at church, but I never saw you there. They asked me to leave the choir, and I haven't sung much since." "You need to sing, Hannah," Deke said. "You need to let all of that beauty you've got inside you out. This world is a dark place with lots of suffering, and you can make it brighter." "Nobody cares about my singing," Hannah said quietly. "I feel alive when I'm with you, Hannah," Deke said. "I've spent so much time, so many years now, just doing my job, taking care of business. When I'm with you, I can feel my heart beating, feel every breath I take. I feel my clothes on my skin, for cryin' out loud." "I know what you mean," Hannah whispered softly. "When I see Amanda, my heart soars, flies way up over the clouds. But when I think of you, I feel my heart open up and push against my chest, trying to get closer to you. When we're together it's like I can hardly breathe, and I feel like I'm gonna die if I can't be with you for even a minute." "Momma," a sleep blurred voice said from Hannah's lap, "are you gonna kiss Mr. Deke now?" "No Ma'am," Deke said, setting his guitar down and standing. He leaned over them both and said, "Mr. Deke's gonna kiss your momma." They lost themselves in that kiss, long and slow, and didn't notice Amanda's smile as she drifted off again. Deke carried Amanda into the house without waking her, and he set her on the sofa. He laid an afghan over her and took Hannah into his arms while they stood in the center of the room. They kissed again for a long time, melting into one another. Deke sat in a large, comfortable chair with an Indian blanket over the back, and Hannah curled in his lap, her arms around his neck, while they continued to kiss, cuddled together intimately. Hannah was kissing Deke's neck when he whispered, "Stay." Hannah let out a long, soft moan before saying, "I can't Deke. I want to. Lord I want to, but I can't. I need to get Amanda home into her own bed, and we have to get to church tomorrow morning." She squinted at the clock on his mantle and sighed. "We should be going now," Hannah whispered. "I want you to stay," Deke said, the richness of his deep voice filling her insides with tingles, "but I respect what you're saying. Don't be surprised to see me tomorrow." "I'll always be surprised that you want to see me," Hannah said as she climbed off of his lap, and was unprepared when Deke grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down to him and kissed her soundly. "I've never hit a woman," he said as she gasped for air following the particularly good kiss, "but I'll take down anyone who has anything bad to say about you...even you." "Oh Deke," Hannah said, and she returned the kiss, slipping her tongue between his lips and teasing him. It was his turn to be breathless when the kiss ended, and Deke was nearly pleading when he said, "Stay, please." Deke carried Amanda out to the Toyota and after she was safely buckled in they shared one last kiss, Hannah leaning against her car. The hardness of his big body pressing her to the car made her body sing, scream with desire, and when he released her to leave she stumbled around the car to the driver's side and got in. Hannah drove home slowly, the radio playing softly, and she sang along with every song. * * * * * The next morning Hannah and Amanda sat in church, Amanda next to Miss Elsie. Hannah couldn't concentrate on the sermon, her mind drifting to the previous night. When the service was done they stood and waited as the people from the front pews filed out the front to be greeted by the pastor. When it was their turn, they got into the line and shuffled toward the door, Amanda growing impatient as After Church Ice Cream drew nearer. The door was choked with people, and the crowd around them started to murmur about the delay. Finally they reached the portal to daylight, and Hannah saw Pastor Clemens looking at her with a big grin. Then she noticed that everyone seemed to be looking at her, not everyone grinning. In fact, some looked downright hostile. Hannah pulled Amanda closer to her and squeezed out between the throngs into the sunshine, at the top of the steps that lead down to the sidewalk. It seemed like everyone who had been inside, if not many more, had gathered into a crowd outside the church. Confused and afraid, Hannah moved to the steps and the crowds parted. Three steps below her, Deke Slade was down on one knee, dressed in his finest suit. He held a bouquet of flowers in the crook of his arm. He swept the expensive hat from his head and held his hand up to Hannah, who found herself standing frozen, her hand to her breast. Hannah's eyes focused on his hand, and she saw the ring he held, platinum with fine etching, a large diamond surrounded by smaller emeralds the color of Deke's eyes. She couldn't breathe, and if Amanda hadn't been crushed to her, she wasn't certain she could even stand. The crowds seemed to close in on her, stealing her air, as the world spun like a crazy tilt-a-whirl at the carnival. "Hannah Wilcox, I love you. I would be proud, honored, if you'd agree to take my hand in marriage." Amanda released Hannah's knees with a squeal and she ran down the steps to examine the proffered ring. "It's beautiful, Momma!" Amanda called back to Hannah. Amanda turned her attention to Deke then and asked, "Mr. Deke, can I call you Daddy now?" "If your momma says yes, you can," he said softly. Hannah opened her mouth but couldn't make sound come out, so she instead nodded vigorously, loosing tears down her cheeks. After a moment she heard herself shout, "Yes!" The crowd erupted with applause and a few hoots and hollers of congratulations. Hannah found herself running down the steps, and Deke caught her up in his arms and they shared a very passionate, very public, and very happy kiss. Deke took Hannah's hand and slipped the ring, his Great Grandmother's, onto her finger, again to great shouts and loud applause. It wasn't a perfect fit, Hannah noticed, but decided she could always shave down that knuckle. Deke took her hand and started to lead her down the steps, but Hannah pulled up short and turned to look for Amanda. She saw her jumping up and down excitedly, laughing and squealing, Miss Elsie's aged hands on her shoulders. She saw Miss Elsie wave her off with a smile, which was good, since Deke had tired of the delay and swept her up into his powerful arms and carried her to his pickup. They kissed again when he opened her door for her, and once more before he closed it and went around and got in. The truck pulled onto the street and Deke drove them through town slowly, carefully. "I need to tell you something," Hannah said, choking up. "I should have told you a long time ago, but I never had the courage. After what you just did, I have to tell you." Deke looked at Hannah fearfully, his gorgeous green eyes wide. "I love you, Deke Slade," Hannah said, "With all of my heart, I love you." Deke stepped on the accelerator. * * * * * Hannah sat in the cab of the pickup, watching Deke walk around to get to her door. She couldn't keep the smile from her face and was quaking with excitement. He opened the door, and before she could even swing a leg out, Deke put his arms around her and lifted her into his arms. She put her arms around his shoulders as he bumped the door closed with his slender hip, and put her head down on his shoulder as he carried her up onto his porch and into the house. She giggled with excited surprise when he went directly to the staircase and carried her up, down a short hallway, and into his bedroom. As he set her atop his antique four poster, Hannah snatched the hat from his head and set it on her own, laughing. A thrill ran through her body when he slowly removed his black suit jacket and laid it across a chair, his brilliant green eyes never leaving hers. His bolo tie was loosened and his shirt unbuttoned in short order, and he took them off and walked to her, his hard, lean body setting her nerves to buzzing. "You are a beautiful man," Hannah said, her eyes were aglow with excitement and anticipation. Deke sat on the edge of his bed and pulled off his boots and then his socks, before standing and taking off his belt. The leather sliding through the loops of his slacks whispered, and Hannah shivered with delight. Deke dropped the belt and slowly opened his slacks, lowering the fly and with the slightest of pushes the slacks fell from him, revealing his white silk boxers and the prominent bulge within them. He stepped closer and leaned down, pushed the brim of his hat up from Hannah's face, and he kissed her lips very softly. "Oh my," Hannah gasped when the kiss broke, and she let her eyes roam over Deke's handsome face and down across his hard body. The thought of that body holding her, moving her, protecting her and claiming her, made Hannah's head spin and her body sizzle with erotic tension. She couldn't stand it any longer, and she rolled to her feet on the floor and pushed lightly against Deke's chest. "You have a lie down yourself and I'll show you what you've let yourself in for." Deke happily laid down and watched as his soon to be bride stepped away from the bed and took off her powder blue jacket. She stepped out of her utilitarian heels, and unfastened and lowered the zipper on the side of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Turning to face Deke, she saw that his shorts were gone, and his hand encircled his fat, meaty prick, sliding very slowly from base to tip and then back down. Hannah found herself entranced, watching his hand move, seeing the cock that would be hers alone. Her lips were parted and she breathed heavily, taking in every detail of his rather large member and the fat, darkly haired sack hanging beneath it. "I never thought one could be beautiful," Hannah whispered, and she was seized by a desire to go to him then and examine it. She stood swaying, her simple white blouse hanging to her thighs, her hands wringing softly in front of her as she imagined touching his prick. "Will you get your damned clothes off?" Deke said, half ordering, half pleading with her. Hannah blinked away her reverie and smiled, blushing slightly. "Yes Sir," she said softly, and she hiked up her blouse and slid her pantyhose down over her hips and down to her knees. She finished taking them off, wishing there was a sexy way to take off cheap pantyhose, and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She saw his excitement mount as each button slipped free, and loved it. His eyes narrowed and his chest heaved, his hand tightened on his cock and moved more slowly. Her blouse landed on her skirt, and Hannah stood in front of her man dressed only in white cotton bra and panties bought on sale at Wal*Mart. "Git over here," Deke growled, the silk in his voice turned to sandpaper, "Now." Hannah laughed as she ran to him, leaped onto the bed and lay on him, kissing him as he held her tightly. His big, rough hands moved over the softness of her body, sending waves of tingles through her and making her moan into his mouth. Deke kissed Hannah's jaw and nuzzled under her ear, making her giggle, before tenderly nibbling down the side of her neck as she craned it to give him better access. Her thighs pressed against his hips, and through accident or design, Deke's leaping cock would brush or press against her tightly clenched cheeks or her perineum. Hannah was so excited, felt so wet, that she was certain she was actually dripping into her sopping wet panties. His lips tenderly kissed the upper part of her chest, and Hannah sat up and reached behind herself to remove her bra. She slipped her arms from the straps and hugged the cups to her breasts as she gazed at Deke's face and saw his excitement. He reached up and grabbed her bra, ripping it away from her and throwing it across the room in one fluid motion. Squeaking with surprise, Hannah hugged her breasts protectively and blushed. "Why're you being shy, Woman?" Deke asked. "I don't know," Hannah sighed, "I'm just...I'm scared, Deke." Deke reached up slowly and gently took each of Hannah's forearms in his strong hands, and he firmly brought them out, away from her breasts. She saw his eyes widen as they moved over her full, firm, womanly breasts. "Lord a'mighty, Hannah," Deke whispered, "You're fantastic." As Deke leaned up, Hannah lowered her body to him, raising her arms above her head and holding her elbows. His mouth took her nipple and Hannah let out a soft cry of pleasure. Encouraged, Deke's hands closed around Hannah's breasts, lifting them and fondling, kissing and suckling at her nipples. "That feels so good!" Hannah moaned, bringing her arms down to hug Deke's head to her. She became aware that she was rolling her hips against him and tried to stop, but only paused before beginning again. His mouth and hands on her chest did feel good, but Hannah began to feel selfish, and he pushed Deke back onto the pillows. Leaning down, Hannah kissed Deke's chest, moving her lips over his skin and kissing, tasting him. The little black hairs tickled her, and before she knew it she was rubbing her cheek against the washboard of his belly, kissing again, following the trail of hairs down the center. She held his hardness to the side and when she reached the thick mass of black curls above it, Hannah sat back a little and looked up into Deke's eyes. She saw hot lust there, his cool green eyes scintillating and hot. His breathing was deep and hard, and Hannah felt small and defenseless, like a little rabbit trying to please a hungry wolf. She turned her attention to the hot, hard staff in her hand, and was soon lost in wonder. It wasn't greasy or ugly, like her previous experiences with penises, but stood up thick and hard and strong, powerful, and Hannah was impressed.