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Strangers To Love Ch. 01

By: LadyIlsa



Leanna was lost. She had been past this particular tree twice now. The reason she knew this was that she had set three stones beside it, just like she had been taught. Grandfather had tried to teach her. She just wasn't the best student.

At twenty-three, she should be married with babies by now. Not running around the countryside, alone. It wasn't proper and she put herself at risk of being thought of as a loose woman. In 1902, women were considered spinsters at her age and if caught out wandering alone, someone might think she was like one of those 'Ladies' that lived in the brothel in town. Her reputation would be ruined and she'd never marry! Part of it was that she had taken care of Grandfather for the last two years - no time for romance. An independent streak that Grandfather said she got from her mother didn't help either. The men that had been interested in her found her too forward and opinionated. Not very good wife material. She also exuded an unconscious sex appeal that men liked in a mistress, but disturbed them when contemplating a wife.

Well, now what? No horse. No water. No food. And it should be dark in about an hour. Why had she thought that she would remember that short cut? Annie had only taken her that way once and it was from Grandfather's farm to Annie's house in town. Going in the opposite direction had gotten her all turned around. She had never had a good sense of direction and Grandfather used to say she could get lost going from the kitchen to the dining room. 'Damn!' Leanna looked around quickly with a guilty feeling hoping no one heard her cuss - and then hoping someone did!

Sighing deeply and picking up her skirt, she started to set off again but stopped after only a few steps. Which way to go? The sun was in the west, but she had no idea if she should follow the sun or not! Suddenly tired and at her wits end she sank down to her knees, tears welling in her eyes. She leaned against the tree and closed her eyes.

Leanna woke abruptly, terrified. It was dark! She was still lost and now she was hungry and thirsty and it was DARK! As she sat there crying, she heard a sound. She got very quiet and held her breath. Standing slowly and trying to be very quiet she listened but could only hear her own heartbeat. What if it was an animal? She turned to the tree and looked for a way to climb it, but couldn't get a good purchase.

'Miss?' When she felt the hand on her shoulder she screamed and pulled herself into a ball at the base of the tree.

'There, there, I'm sorry! I should have said something but you were so .... please stop, I'm so sorry!' The stranger stepped back, hands raised, the look on his face almost panic stricken at her tears and the abject fear on her face. He also noticed that she was beautiful. Creamy skin, pale eyes, her golden hair caught up in a ribbon that couldn't contain the curls that fell around her face. Her day dress had a proper high neckline, but did nothing to hide her womanly curves. And her curves were very alluring. James kept murmuring his soothing noises and after a bit, she seemed to calm, her crying turning to sniffles, but her fear still palpable.

'I'm James Turner. And you are? Please tell me your name. Are you lost?'

Hiccups prevented her from speaking at first. When she could finally speak, she looked at him for the first time.

'I'm Leanna Grayson and yes, I'm lost. I've been lost all afternoon and now it's dark and I'm hungry and I didn't even bring a horse today because I thought I'd enjoy the walk! Even the stupid horse knows where home is!' She pounded her fists on her thighs in frustration, momentarily forgetting that she was alone in the woods with a stranger.

'Do you live in town, or on a farm?' James asked this while taking his canteen from his saddle and handing it to her. While she drank her fill, he pulled out some jerky from his bag. She took the jerky eagerly and thanked him before confirming that she lived on a farm.

'Does anyone know you in town?'

'Of course! I've lived here the last ten years. But I can't go to town with you!' What would people think? Oh, my lord! What would people say? She could see the horrified looks, hear the accusations, imagine the old ladies with their heads together, whispering. 'What am I going to do?' The tears began again, much to James' horror. Without thinking, he reached out and took her in his arms and as she dissolved into tears against his chest, he tried to come up with a solution. He was acutely aware of firm breasts pressed into his ribs. She was about a head shorter than him - her cheek nestled just at his shoulder and he could rest his chin on the top of her hair. The scent of her hair, the feel of her face pressed into his chest, the soft-firm roundness of her breasts, all conspired to make him aware of his own anatomy. With regret, he pulled back from her in order to look into her face but his hands remained on her shoulders.

'I've got it! We'll ride to town - provided I don't get lost myself - and I'll leave you and my horse just outside of town. I'll go to the saloon and ask for directions to your farm. I can say I'm a cousin. Who do you live with?'

'No one right now - Grandfather died recently and I haven't sold the farm yet. There are still animals that need care, so I can't just leave.' Realizing the closeness and the intimacy of his hands, she pulled away and stepped back a few steps.

'Perfect! I can say that your Grandfather contacted me before he died and that I am to help you sell the place. Would anyone dispute that? Your finance or maybe, your husband? Parents?'

Leanna thought long and hard. An unknown cousin might work. Grandfather had not been very sociable and she was the only family anyone had ever met other than her mother and she only came to live with him after her mother had died ten years ago.

'I'm not married or engaged and my mother died ten years ago - that's why I lived with Grandfather. As far as I know, I haven't any other family but I think this will work! But what am I to do with you after we get to the farm? You can't just stay there.'


'Do you have a barn? I could stay there until the place sells and then be on my way. I have nowhere I need to be and a rest would do me good. I can help out around the place, help you get ready to sell and then leave to 'go home' when you're all settled. This just might be a perfect situation for both of us. Are you game?' Actually more than perfect, he thought to himself, time for things to quiet down and for him to plan his next move. Besides that, she intrigued him and he couldn't stop his body from remembering the feel of hers pressed against his.

Leanna tried to think of alternatives, but just couldn't think right now. She was sure that questions would come up, but tomorrow was soon enough to deal with that. She just wanted to go home!

'This has to work and you're right, I can't think of any other solution. Do you think you can find your way to town?'

'Pretty sure. See over there? The sky is lighter than anywhere else? My guess is that's the lights from town. Let's head in that direction and by morning we should be at your farm.'

Helping her into the saddle and settling behind her, he took the reins and led the horse in the direction of the light. Swaying in the saddle, Leanna dozed. She dreamed of a tall stranger with deep brown eyes, his chestnut colored longish hair tied back with a piece of rawhide, his gentle hands with coarse calluses, strong arms and deep voice.

Her last thought was, 'What if.......'

Strangers To Love Ch. 02



 (Dear Reader,  This is part 2 of 10...Please feel free to comment on each chapter, and please, don't use the anonymous option - I can't thank you if I don't know who you are! Please, enjoy...) 

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She woke up still sitting in the saddle, James was behind her with one arm around her waist and and the reins in his other hand. She stayed still, unwilling to to relinquish the warmth of his body at her back. They were almost back to the farm. It was still dark, but the eastern sky was lightening with the dawn.

She recognized this stretch of road leading to the farm. The trees were dense through here, but only for about 30 feet on either side of the road. The fields on either side were grassy with horses and cattle grazing. Actual farming had stopped 2 years ago with Grandfather's illness. The fields were lying mostly fallow except for about 40 acres planted with wheat and maintained by a neighboring farmer. Grandfather had a rather large herd of cattle and the dairy cows helped keep money coming into the house. A few chickens and pigs were kept for food and Leanna's vegetable and herb garden was quite extensive and productive. The woods provided small game and even a deer or two when needed. Grandfather had taught her how to shoot and hunt, even though she was a girl. The ladies in town thought it was terrible that she was so 'wild', but for Leanna, it was a matter of survival.

The road leading to the house was near, so Leanna stopped her musings and let James know that she was awake. She sat up straight and tried to move his arm from around her waist.

'Not yet, this horse can be a bit cantankerous and I have no desire to see you fall. We're almost there, right?' He had been holding her and it had been a matter of will power to keep his arm at her waist. The swell of her breast grazed his bicep with the movement of the horse. He considered it fortunate that he had the back edge of the saddle between them, other wise she would feel his own swelling response to her nearness.

'Yes, this is the drive. The house is just over that rise.' She indicated a low hill. When they reached the top, he was given a beautiful view of a ranch style home with a large barn and 4 other outbuildings - one was long and low and he could hear the cows being herded in for morning milking. A male voice could be heard talking to the cows as they moved into the building.

'Who's here?'

'Billy Preston - he's the hired hand - only 14 but strong as a bull and not too bright. His Ma thought he'd do better working than in school and I'm afraid I agree. I've known him since he was 4 and he thinks I'm like a sister. He's an only child and he's a bit touched.' Leanna tapped her temple with her finger. 'He talks a bit funny, but please don't tease him. He got enough of that in school. He feels safe here and he works hard.'

'I promise to treat him well. Doesn't anyone worry about you being alone out here with a boy like that? I mean, even boys who are slow of thought still have thoughts....'

'Oh, no. When you meet him you'll understand. The Doc said that something went wrong before he was born. In his head he's like a six year old - playful and funny and wants to please everyone. He'll tell you he's a 'good boy' and he really is. You'll see.'


James just nodded and decided to reserve judgment until he met the boy. He was feeling a bit protective of Leanna and wasn't sure if it was her helplessness in the woods or something more base. He thought of himself as honorable and a gentleman, despite his recent troubles, so he truly hoped that the pull in his lower stomach was just hunger for food. But if it was for Leanna, he was glad that he had insisted on staying in the barn. Distance would be necessary for her reputation as well as his desire to remain a gentleman and avoid any attachments. He already found her attractive and his own response to her was a matter of physical fact, but that didn't mean that he was beyond controlling himself.

He brought the horse to a stop in front of the house. It was a sprawling affair with a wide wrap around porch. There were a half dozen rockers, a few low tables, and a trellis with a profusion of climbing roses. The vegetable garden was visible along the left side of the house and appeared to James to be well-tended. The whole place looked very well cared for and prosperous. He was surprised that it hadn't already sold.

Maybe the old man had been asking too much. On closer inspection, in the light of the dawn, he did see some deterioration in the out buildings - roofs that needed repair, a gate that hung awkwardly. The house appeared recently painted, but the porch steps were sagging and needed replacement. It seemed that some work had been done, but it was more cosmetic than functional. He guessed that Leanna had tried to do what she could, but that some things just required more skill than she possessed. Still, he was impressed that she even tried. Most women he knew would have left the farm in the hands of someone else and took what they could get. He was beginning to think that Leanna was made of stronger stuff. And he found that very appealing.

Just then a man - no the boy, Billy - came running towards them. 'Hi, 'Anna, hi, hi, hi! Where ya bin, 'Anna? I din't git any oatmeal and ya weren't here 'nd da cows are in 'nd who's he?' Billy's run on questions baffled James, but Leanna just listened until Billy had finished.

Leanna hugged him and he gave her a sloppy, childish kiss on her cheek and squinted at her with obviously bad eyesight, smiling brightly out of a round and cherubic face and fairly bouncing in place. James was taken aback by Billy's appearance. Now he understood Leanna's assessment of his child-like mentality.

Billy had a condition that had only been named within the last 30 years or so after the British physician who defined it. He had Downs Syndrome. No one really understood how it happened and usually children born like this died in infancy or were sometimes left to die 'for their own good'. A few were sent to mental institutions if they lived long enough. That existence was one that James could not begin to fathom and put from his mind as to disturbing. This boys' mother had to be a very strong woman! Keeping a child thus afflicted was so against societal norms that she would be shunned by other mothers who didn't want their child exposed to this abnormality for fear that it might affect them too.

'Hi Billy. Would you believe that I got lost again? This is James and he found me and brought me home. Can you shake his hand?'

Billy came over to James and with a very serious expression, grabbed James' hand and deliberately shook it up and down. Then, breaking into a grin, he dropped his hand and gave James a bear hug. Now, Billy was nearly a head shorter than James but probably weighed nearly the same - he was solid and strong - and he drove the breath right out of James with the force of his hug. When James was able to break the embrace, he laughed and looked at Leanna. She was smiling broadly, obviously happy that he understood Billy's ways and was willing to accept him. But James saw something more, also. Leanna was nearly asleep on her feet.

'Billy. If you can care for the cows this morning, I will personally make you the best oatmeal you've ever had! But Leanna needs to get some sleep. How about we let her go to bed and you and I will get the chores done. And when we are all done with that, you can show me a place in the barn where I can bed down. Think you can help me with all that?'

Billy grinned at James, his new best friend, and then looked at Leanna. 'Yeah, you go to bed - me 'nd James will take care of everything 'nd he'll make me oatmeal, 'nd I'll show 'im where to sleep. Go!' And Billy made a shooing motion at her. Leanna grinned at him and turned to go up the stairs. Looking back at them, she smiled at James. 'Thank you.'

James looked at her, his own fatigue smothered, he smiled and said, 'Get some sleep, we'll be fine and we'll take care of everything.' With that, he and Billy turned towards the dairy barn, leading his horse to the enclosure to unsaddle him and get him some oats and water.

Leanna watched them for a moment and then went into the house. She didn't see the look on James' face when he turned back. He got a nice view of her bottom swaying seductively beneath her dress and despite the weariness in his bones, he knew that resisting her would be the hardest thing he had ever attempted. He shook his head and tried to concentrate on Billy's chatter and the job at hand. 



Strangers To Love Ch. 03



Leanna woke later in the afternoon, refreshed and worried. She wondered where James was and more importantly, she wondered what she should do. It really would help to have him here to help get the place ready to sell - if she could.

She hated the thought of moving away from this place. It had been home, refuge and sanctuary. After her mother had died and no one could find her father, her Grandfather had been a last, and some said poor, resort. At first he had been at a loss as to what to do with her. She had been so sad, crying for her mother, unable to accept that she was alone with this old man she didn't know. But slowly, he won her over. He treated her like an equal and that made all the difference. Her mother never told her anything bad about him, but Leanna felt that a falling out was why Mama had left home. She suspected it may have had something to do with her father - whom she didn't remember. He had left when she was very young and Mama never spoke of him. Grandfather never spoke of her mother except on Mama's birthday, which they celebrated every year.

Leanna stopped her musings and got dressed. She wore a white blouse and black pants tucked into good work boots, much like a man would - working around the farm in a dress was difficult at best and she and Grandfather had thought it ridiculous to try. She was as comfortable in mens clothing as women's but when out in public, off the farm or when visitors were expected, she was a perfect lady. She grabbed her hat - much like the men wore also - wide brim to shade her eyes with a rawhide tie under her chin. She also had her work gloves tucked into her back pocket. The thin chain and locket that she always wore the only truly feminine thing she wore - except her underclothes, of course. Her chemise and the knickers had been altered to wear under the pants and were a soft silk. She couldn't bring herself to wear men's underclothes. She headed to the kitchen hoping to find coffee and maybe a bite to eat.

She could hear James and Billy, laughing in the side yard. Looking out the window she nearly lost her ability to breathe.

James was shaving. Such a manly, natural thing. He sat on a low stool while Billy held a mirror. He was stripped to the waist. The muscles of his torso spoke to a life of manual work or strenuous physical activity. A towel was thrown over his shoulder and his suspenders hung down over his thighs. He had his boots off and his feet were bare.

Billy was obviously telling a joke. He kept stopping to laugh and that made James laugh too. They seemed at ease with each other and that went a long way to making Leanna trust him. Billy, despite his disability, was an excellent judge of character and not constrained by tact - he would let you know if you didn't meet his approval as 'nice'.

Leanna jumped slightly when James stood up, wiping his face with the towel and dumping the water bucket. His muscled back was broad and the skin light. There was an angry red scar that ran from below his right shoulder blade to his side ending at the ribs. It looked recently healed. She wondered about it and felt compassion for the pain he must have suffered because of the wound. He turned towards the house and she stepped back from the window to avoid being seen. She didn't want him to think she was spying on him. Turning away from the window she resumed her search for coffee.

James caught a quick glimpse of movement at the window and just knew that he had been watched and by whom. Smiling to himself, he hoped she liked what she saw. Turning back to Billy, he grabbed up the clean shirt from his bag and put it on. Billy was going on about the cows - he had named each one and knew which calf belonged to which mother. His capacity for detail amazed James. While Billy had obvious deficits, the time he took with each cow under his care was touching.

'OK, Billy. Now that I'm presentable, let's find Leanna and see what needs to be done.' Billy had found him a corner of the loft with fresh hay, a decent blanket and even a pillow. He had managed a short nap after all the morning chores had been done and felt slightly more human.

' 'k James. 'Anna should be awake now - sleepn' the day'way's not good! Ma would be yellin' at me to get my lazy butt up!' Billy giggled at the word butt - like it was a bad word but he could use it around his friend. He started to run up the stairs to the back porch, waving to James to hurry. At that moment, Leanna opened the back door.

Smiling at Billy and then at James, Leanna motioned them inside.

'I have coffee on. Is anybody hungry?'

'Me!', shouted Billy and then he laughed and looked at James, 'Ma says 'm a bottomless pit.'

'James? Have you eaten yet?', Leanna asked.

James had been unable to say a word or move into the kitchen yet. Seeing her in pants was surprising enough, but being so aware of every curve was sucking the air out of his lungs. He found himself staring at her - from the hat hanging down her back by the ties, the blouse that hugged her breasts, her narrow waist and the flare of her hips, the curve of her bottom and the way the pants clung to her well formed legs. His mouth went dry and he felt the instant response of his body to hers. Turning quickly, he started back down the stairs.

'I'll be right back....I, um, forgot something.....' and he headed towards the barn and safety.

Leanna had been so intent on not staring at him, that she didn't notice his reaction - her back turned pouring coffee. She only saw him walking quickly away but did not guess the reason.

When James got inside the barn, he took deep breaths and tried to think of anything but how she looked. This was going to be a lot harder than he had thought. Maybe he should just leave. She wasn't his problem and this had the potential for disaster. His obvious attraction to her was bound to be misinterpreted and he couldn't afford any trouble right now. Not ever again. But he had promised to help her out and he never went back on his word. So, he was going to have to find ways to avoid being alone with her and keep busy. Good thing Billy was here - he made the perfect chaperon.

With mental control established over his rebellious body, he returned to the kitchen. He entered to find Billy and Leanna sitting at the table with coffee for her, milk for him and sandwiches of roast beef on thick slices of bread. Grabbing a mug of coffee, he turned to them both.

'I'd like to start on that roof on the cow barn. Those holes will only get worse and if it rains, it will be a mess in there. Do you have any supplies? Or do I need to go to town?'

Leanna looked at him, confused at his business-like tone but too grateful for the help to show her disappointment. Maybe the feelings of closeness last night were only her fear and exhaustion at the time, not really there, merely wishful daydreams.

For the next two hours, they talked about the projects that needed to be done, supplies they would need and a division of labor. Her skills were limited, but she would do whatever he directed. Billy was excited to start and very eager to help. As it was getting late in the day, they decided to get an early start in the morning.

James was surprised when Billy stood up, gave Leanna a sloppy kiss on the cheek, shook his hand and in less than three heartbeats was gone.

'Where is he going?', James asked, concern in his voice.

'Well, home of course. His ma needs him for chores there too and usually he would have been home by now. She'll hear all about you and all the things that we will be doing. I would expect that she will come by herself tomorrow.'

'Aren't you worried about what she'll say? My being here alone with you?'

'Not really. She is very wise and will question Billy thoroughly. She'll find out that he has given you a place in the barn to sleep and that you're 'nice' and that you're his friend. That will be enough for her. Billy doesn't make mistakes when it comes to people.'

'Well. OK. I think I'll go out and check around a bit, see what needs to be done. Then try to get some sleep. I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be a long day.'

'Do you want company?'

'No.' He said it much to quickly and Leanna felt a stab of hurt. Did he disapprove of her, of her clothes? Was he worried that she was some stupid female just looking for a husband? What? She didn't ask any of her questions, but they burned in her mind. Was something wrong with her?

James was too concerned with escaping the kitchen and the nearness of her. Her natural scent was driving him to distraction and if he intended to leave with any measure of modesty, he had to leave now!

'Well, goodnight Leanna. I'll see you in the morning.'

'Goodnight James. Sleep well.'

James doubted that, but nodded and left the kitchen by way of the back door. He walked at a brisk pace towards the corral where the horses idly ate their oats.

Leanna watched him leave with a feeling she did not understand. And suddenly, she felt more lonely than ever before in her life. Taking a lamp, she went into the main room, picked up a book. She took it to the porch, where it sat on her lap, unread, as she stared out into the deepening twilight with a sigh.

It was going to be a very long night.



Strangers To Love Ch. 04



After tending to the horses, James stood looking up at the stars. His mind kept drifting back to the kitchen and Leanna. She had no idea how beautiful she was and those clothes! If she kept wearing those he was going to be in a constant state of embarrassment. He could feel his cock twitch just at the thought of her. This was going to be difficult. And she looked so hurt when he ran out of there but maybe that was good. If she thought he wasn't interested, maybe he could keep her at arm's length. But who was he kidding? They were going to be together every day. At least Billy would be here too. That helped.

Leanna gave up on the idea of reading and went to her room. The candle at her bedside was all the light she needed as she undressed and washed her face at the basin. Grandfather had installed indoor plumbing - mostly for her, but he loved new gadgets and innovations. She was thrilled to have running water in the kitchen and a privy in the house.

Pulling a nightgown from the drawer, she turned towards her bed. Without thinking, she opened the window to let in the fresh breeze and sat down to comb her hair. As she sat, naked in front of her mirror, she thought about James. The mirror showed a pretty girl with a scattering of freckles across her nose, strong farm-girl shoulders and arms, nice high breasts with pale aureoles - her nipples were standing up now from the breeze that blew in from the window. Her hair was long - nearly to her waist - and a golden honey color with the shorter hairs around her face and neck curly ringlets. She quickly and efficiently plaited her hair for bed. When she stood up, she could see her narrow waist and hips and ran her hands over the curves. Grandfather used to say that she had "baby bearing" hips. She guessed that was good. Turning, she looked at her bottom. It was ok she guessed - not too big like Alice's and not too skinny either. Her legs were long and well muscled from working the farm and hunting. She ran her fingers through the silky hair over her sex. It was the same color as her hair, but very short.

Thinking about James had produced a strange reaction 'there'. She could feel a moistness, a heat that was pleasurable on one hand and annoying on the other. She felt that she wanted something but was unsure what. She knew what sex was. Grandfather had made her learn when breeding and birthing the animals. She understood the mechanics well enough, but not the feelings that were whispered about among the girls.

Apparently, boys, or men, wanted sex all the time - according to Grandfather. But she was supposed to wait for it until she fell in love and got married. It was a funny thing. Grandfather wouldn't say anything more about who boys had sex with or where or when, but he was very vocal that she wait no matter what.

Leanna sighed and thought, 'Wait for what? For who?' She didn't have a clue. And she was afraid that if she waited too long, it would never happen.

She finally gave up the assessment of her body, donned the nightgown and got into her bed. Blowing out the candle, she prayed that she could sleep and that James was well in his bed in the barn.

James just stared. Hidden as he was by the corral, she had never even noticed that he watched her through the window. He was almost lightheaded with desire for her. She was perfect! He kept trying to pull his eyes away, knowing that he was so wrong to watch, but unable to help himself. When she had run her hands over her breasts, ass and then had touched herself he had nearly exploded. His cock was a throbbing, engorged animal that needed release.

When she blew out the candle he took three steps towards the window without even thinking. Then he stopped. No, he couldn't go in there. She was young, innocent and he was sure, probably still virgin. He could not defile that. His raging hard on begged to differ, but his mind and his honor won out. Turning on his heel, he went to the barn loft and settled down on his makeshift bed. He didn't even undress - afraid to free himself of even the cloth constraint. It was a long time before he calmed himself and even longer before he could sleep.

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Morning dawned bright and warm. Leanna, James and Billy had already gotten the cows in for milking and then released them to the pasture. The horses had been fed and watered and now it was time for their breakfast. James and Leanna had both been too busy to think about the mutual attractions and had worked side by side without too much sexual tension surfacing. But it had been there.

Leanna had gone in ahead of them and the smell of bacon, pancakes, maple syrup and coffee greeted the men as they removed their shoes before entering the kitchen. Leanna had changed into a simple day dress from her work clothes and was less of a distraction for James. Billy had told them that 'Ma' was coming to visit later that morning just as Leanna had suspected she would.

The three of them ate a hearty breakfast, Billy out doing the other two by half and enjoying three mugs of milk. The milk ringed his mouth while he smiled happily.

'Ta'day, James 'nd me are gonna fix 'da 'oles in 'da roof - he said I could even 'ammer the nails!' Billy was excited with the whole prospect of climbing a ladder and pounding nails. Leanna was somewhat concerned though, his balance and eyesight were poor. When she expressed these concerns, James listened and then reassured her that he would watch Billy carefully. He thought to himself that Billy was capable of more than he was given credit for and that the skills he could teach him would be invaluable later.

When the men had finished eating, they left to start the repairs, with Billy literally bouncing all the way. Leanna could hear James laugh and knew that he laughed with Billy, not at him. That laugh warmed her heart.

After Leanna had put the kitchen to rights, made bread and started a large roast for dinner, she made short work of getting the house tidied up for Mrs. Preston's visit. She made fresh lemonade, fruit muffins and took down a fresh jar of homemade preserves.

She heard Billy's greeting before seeing his mother. He was on the roof with James and stood to wave to his mother. James reached out and held his belt to prevent him from falling. Leanna saw that James had tied a rope loosely from his waist to Billy's as a safety measure. Mrs. Preston looked concerned but smiled warmly at her son and his new friend.

Leanna came out onto the porch to greet the new arrival.

'Hello there Mrs. P! Billy told us you would be dropping by. Just look at him! Working so hard and doing a real good job of it too. He is such a good boy.'

Mrs. Preston looked at her, flushed from the praise of her 'slow' boy and so proud of him she could bust.

'He does look like he's being useful. I brought you some strawberries from my garden.'

'Those look wonderful. Let's go inside and have a visit. They'll be in for food soon enough and we won't get a word in edgewise!' And with that the two women went inside to visit. James guessed that Leanna would get grilled about him, and since she didn't know much, she couldn't say much. But that would mean that he would have plenty of questions to answer himself. Not from Mrs. Preston, she wouldn't ask for fear of prying, but Leanna was going to have lots of questions. He just had to decide which ones to answer.

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After dinner was eaten and the dishes done, James and Leanna went to sit on the front porch with coffee. It had been a long day, but much progress was made. Fully one half of the roof had been repaired. Billy had proven to be somewhat clumsy but diligent and had enjoyed himself immensely. James was happy that he had help and enjoyed the boys' constant cheerful chatter.

Leanna had busied herself with the garden after Mrs. Preston had left with Billy and James chose to work inside the barn to keep a distance between them. But now they sat, rocking side by side and enjoying the early evening quiet.

After awhile, they both stood to go their separate ways, but then their eyes met. James now knew what it felt like to drown. He just fell into those pale blue eyes that looked so innocent and questioning. He was only a man, after all. Without a word he drew her towards him and she came willingly into his arms. After the briefest of hesitations, he bent down and gently took her lips.

They were soft, wet and warm. She seemed unsure at first but then began to explore the sensations that made her feel so different. She felt lightheaded, weak kneed, and she wanted to giggle! So she did. James felt the laugh against his lips and pulled back slightly.

'Having fun?'

'Oh yes....'

'Is this what you want?'

'Yes, please.....'

'We shouldn't......'

"Please.......'

'Your wish.......my.......command.......' And with that, he swept her up into his arms and headed for the barn.

'Where are you going?'

'My place........'

'Oh.............that's nice..............' And she giggled again started kissing his ear.



Strangers To Love Ch. 05



Reaching his place in the barn, he set her down on her feet. Her arms stayed around his neck and she leaned into his chest. He murmured against her lips, 'Are you sure?'

'Yes.....I want............. I need....you. I don't know how.............' Leanna whispered, the longing and need in her voice as well as her words. 'Tell me..........' her voice trailed off, unsure of what was expected.

'Have you ever been with a man?' James asked, not sure if it would matter, but he needed to know.

'No. I've only been kissed twice. Once when I was seventeen a boy kissed me and tried to touch....my.....breast. I didn't let him though. And the other time, this man wanted to marry me but I didn't like him and he forced himself on me.' Leanna giggled 'I kicked him.....there.....he let go of me and left.'

James felt an instant dislike for the unknown man and at the same time, proud of Leanna for defending herself. He chuckled softly. Running his hands over her back, he said with some amusement, 'So does that mean you like me then?'

'Oh, I think I like you very much.' She said as she looked up into his eyes. A small smile played around her mouth and reached her eyes. He smiled back and lowered his mouth to hers.

The kiss started slowly, softly but soon started to build. He deepened it further and coaxed her lips open using his tongue to taste and explore. He was surprised and pleased when she returned the kiss. Her hands - one behind his neck and one on his shoulder - grasped him with an unspoken urgency that told him to continue.

Starting at the neck, he began to unbutton her dress. His thumb and forefinger flicking the tiny buttons though the equally tiny holes. By the time he had unbuttoned them all, she took it upon herself to start unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers became clumsy and she had difficulty with each one but he let her do it herself. With last button between them undone, he stepped back.

Sitting Leanna down on a bench, he untied her shoes and removed them. Her stockings were silky smooth over her shapely calves. He brought her foot up onto his thigh as he knelt before her and allowed himself to caress her leg - roaming up the back of her calf and then sliding up her thigh to the top of her stocking. He felt for and found the garter and released it. Slowly and carefully her rolled the stocking over her leg, feeling the smoothness of her skin. He repeated the procedure, with slow patience, on the other leg. When both were bare, he started at her feet, kissing his way up to her knees. Pushing her dress upwards as he went, he slipped his hands underneath and felt the silk undergarment she wore. Leaving it, he stood before her and removed his shirt.

Her eyes were half closed until he removed his shirt. She stood up and running her hands over his chest, his shoulders, his arms. She glanced up at him and then leaned forward and pressed her own kisses against his skin. He felt little bursts of fire wherever her lips made contact and could feel his manhood responding. But it was too soon. This was her first time, he would make it memorable and pleasurable. That was the least he could do in return for the gift she gave him.

James reached for the shoulder of her dress and drew them downward over her arms. Her breasts, covered only by a thin cotton chemise, were high and rounded, the nipples clearly visible. He leaned forward and took one in his mouth right through the material. Her sharp intake of breath was his reward. Her rubbed his thumb over the other nipple - going back and forth between them. Leanna's hand came up behind his head and pulled him closer, encouraging him wordlessly. The neckline tie came undone easily with a quick pull of his teeth and as the material fell away he devoured her breasts with his hungry mouth, and his hands massaged, teased and lightly pinched. A low moan from deep within her was the only sound.

When he had feasted to his satisfaction, he straighted and kissed her again. She kissed him back with a passion she didn't know how to control. That moistness between her legs was becoming more noticeable to her and the need she felt more intense.

Her dress was soon a puddle at her feet along with her chemise. All that remained were the altered knickers. James took this moment to lay her down on his makeshift bed - the soft blankets over the fragrant hay a wonderfully comfortable bed. He stood before her with only one lamp dimly burning. She was breath-taking. She was flushed with desire and her newly discovered sensuality. He removed his pants and boots quickly but left his underclothes on for the time being. His cock was obviously aroused but he wanted to take his time with her.

Kneeling, he slowly removed the last barrier from her body. Instinctively she raised her hips, but her legs remained closed. Her hands had naturally gone to cover her breasts and her sex. He deliberately moved them to her sides.

'Please. Do not hide yourself. You are a very beautiful woman and I want you to be proud of your body and I want to teach you how to enjoy the pleasures it can give you.'

Nodding, she let her hands fall to her sides.

'Now, close your eyes and just feel. Let your body take you on a wonderful journey.'

As she relaxed back with her eyes closed, he slowly began to kiss her body. Her knees, thighs, belly, breasts, shoulders - everywhere and anywhere - and when he thought she was ready, he parted her legs and kissed her inner thighs. She arched her back slightly and lifted herself up to accept his kisses. Spreading her legs further, he kissed along the outer edges of her very moist, musky center. Parting her lips with his fingers he sought and found that tiny nub of intense pleasure with his tongue. Her reaction was swift and forceful - she nearly cried out with the overwhelming pleasure and then as that pleasure increased, she did cry out with her first orgasm.

He was very pleased at her reaction. Allowing her to recover, he rolled onto his back and then quickly removed the last of his clothing. His erection stood straight up and was almost painful now. Rolling towards her, he was surprised to see her staring at his manhood.

'Don't let that scare you' He said with a smile. ' That only shows how much I desire you.'

Taking her hand, he slowly guided her to his member. She didn't pull back or hesitate, she looked fascinated. As soon as she touched him, he let go of her hand and prayed that he could withstand her exploration. She had no idea what she was doing, but she understood that touching was good for him. She took him completely by surprise when she sat up and looked at him and said. 'You spent time, kissing and such, should I do the same? Will you like that?'

'O.....oh, yes... but only if you want to. It's not....' and then he couldn't speak anymore. She had him in hand and had taken him into her mouth and was licking and kissing and sucking with a natural ability that was near to driving him over the edge. Her warm mouth was relentless and he could feel a familiar tightening.

'You have to stop.' He said, laughing as he pulled her up and off, rolling her onto her back. 'I can't wait any longer. I have to tell you something. The first time usually hurts - but only for a moment. If you can trust me and breath through it, I can promise that the feelings you had earlier will happen again and may even be better. And after the first time, it will never hurt again. Will you trust me?'

'Yes. Do it, now! I want you to make me......let me ..... feel that again.....please...'

Carefully positioning himself over her, he placed the head of his engorged and rock hard cock at her opening. Gently but firmly he pushed himself in using her natural moistness, about an inch, and let her body accept him. She was doing her best to breath slowly and to be relaxed, but as he advanced she felt a pain that caused her to suck in her breath. Before she could tell him to stop, he kissed her and firmly advanced pass the barrier of her virginity and completed her arrival to womanhood.

As soon as he felt her relax as the pain passed, he began to slowly stroke in and out. He increased the speed to match her breathing and the moans erupting from her. Soon she had her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him in deeper and was matching him thrust for thrust He could feel her orgasm building and building and then suddenly, with a cry and a tightening of her vaginal walls, she came with greater force than the first time. Her spasms pushed him to his limit and he allowed himself to let go. As he came deep inside her could feel the waves of his seed exploding from his cock in total release.

Afterwards, lying on top of her, both of them panting, sweating and spent, he gently kissed her again. Repositioning himself onto his back, he pulled her to him. She snuggled next to him with her head on his chest.

Now that they were sated, they dozed. And James dreamed. The past replayed itself in his subconscious and became real.



Strangers To Love Ch. 06



As James slept, his dream took over.

The wedding had been beautiful and Isabella even more so. The last of the family and friends were leaving and soon he would take her upstairs as his wife. They were unconventional in that neither were virgins. They had first discovered intimacy two months prior to today, but had been extremely carefull to avoid detection or pregnancy. But tonight, that concern was gone and both were looking forward to uninhibited contact. The servants were in the kitchen, the last of the party clutter had been cleared away efficiently.

The only thing that could have marred the day never materialized. James had taken precautions, but they had not been necessary.

Isabella had had a suitor prior to him and he had not taken it well when Isabella had rebuffed him. He was quite a bit older and something of a mystery in town. He had come to town 15 years before, a reformed gambler. After he bought the local hotel, he had become an upstanding member of the community. He had never married and rarely escorted women around town. It was rumored that he had lost a wife and child before his gambling days, but the story was never proven. When he met Isabella, he had been completely smitten with her but she was only 18 years old and could not learn to love a man nearly old enough to be her father. So she had told him no when he proposed marriage and he had been very angry. After James had started calling on her and they had fallen in love, this man had tried to 'convince' her of his love. It finally came to blows between them and James had won that battle easily.

Taking Isabella's hand, he led her up the stairs to the master bedroom. Her clothing and personal items had been unpacked for tonight. They did not leave for their honeymoon until the following week, and so would be in residence, but unavailable, till then. When they entered the room, they discovered that the maid had turned down the bed, there were fresh flowers in vases, the air was scented with a delicate perfume. James and Isabella came together in a passionate kiss, undressing one another with urgency and need.

James extinguished the lamps and they tumbled together on the bed, laughing and tickling and kissing each other. After some teasing and caressing James positioned himself over her and entered her gently. With out the barrier of her maidenhood, the motion was completely pleasurable and Isabella moaned in delight. As the heat rose, and the tempo increased, James and Isabella were totally focused on their lovemaking. They didn't hear the door open.

The spurned suitor stood there, knife in hand, face contorted with rage. Running towards the bed, James caught the movement out of the corner of his eye just as he instinctively rolled to his left. At that time he felt a searing pain below his right shoulder blade that burned a path through his muscles towards and ending at his right side. The pain was excruciating and he wasn't able to raise his right arm. Falling to the left, he could hear Isabelle scream and he tried desperately to right himself in an attempt to protect her.

The next scream he heard was the attacker - he screamed in dismay, 'No no no no - Isabelle! NO NO NO!', and could just make out the attacker's face before he turned away and stumbled from the room, covered in blood. James was fast loosing consciousness and the last thing he saw was a very still Isabelle with a long knife handle protruding from her left breast. His vision faded and he slipped into the dark.

James woke with a start. Feeling Leanna's warm form next to him, he started to say Isabelle's name and then his surroundings brought him back from his dream. His sudden movement and low moan of pain stirred Leanna to wakefulness. Sweat trickled down his face and across his chest - as if he had been running. She looked at him,concern blossoming on her face.

'What is it? Did you hear something?'

'No, just old memories. Nothing you really need to worry about. Come here...'

'I think you had a nightmare - look at you, sweating - you're breathing hard - please, tell me. I'll listen. Does it have anything to do with that scar on your back? And how did you get that? Are you in trouble?' Leanna looked at him with pleading eyes. He knew that if he didn't answer at least some of her questions, life would be quite impossible. He knew women. When they wanted to know something, they would find out one way or another.

So, with obvious reluctance but also with some relief at being able to relay the story, he told her his dream. He told her about Isabell, his wife. When he finished, she had tears in her eyes.

'There's more, isn't there? Might as well finish it, then we can decide what to do next.'

We. She had said We, not You. He realized that his feelings for her had just gone to a new level. He hadn't been a 'we' in so long and finally understood how much he needed to tell everything to someone he trusted - someone who wouldn't judge.

'She died that night - three years ago. The man who did it, ran out of the front door and was seen by a gentleman out for a walk. He saw that the attacker was covered in blood and saw the open door. He came into the house and found us upstairs. I don't remember any of this part. I was unconcious. He checked Isabella first, but she was dead. He thought I was too, but apparently found that I was still breathing. He was able to raise the household staff. He even covered her body - so that she wouldn't be gawked at. I can't thank him enough for that.

'The staff went for the doctor and he managed, with great skill, to sew me up and saved my life. They told me I was in and out for over a week and that he couldn't say whether I would live or not. When I finally woke up, I was very weak for a long time. When I could, I asked for the details. I knew who had attacked us and I just assumed that he had been caught and hung. But that was not the case.

'I was the only one that saw him. The gentleman that found us, never saw his face - only the bloody hands and the race from the house. I told them who it was: Thomas Grays. The man who had wanted Isabella. The man who couldn't have her, so killed her instead.

'I was told that he had left town a day later. No one had seen him and no one had thought anything of it - he often went out of town. But he never came back. The hotel was sold and he disappeared. I have been searching for him ever since.'

Leanna had listened to his tale with wide eyes and such a deep sadness, that she couldn't even speak. She reached out with her hand and touching his cheek, felt his tears and wiped them away. Leaning towards him, she kissed him with such tenderness that he felt like his heart would break.

'I'm a man with a ghost and a quest. I'm really not free to have these feelings for you, but I do and I'm so sorry that I didn't trust you with this from the beginning. I will understand if you want me to leave.' His heart nearly stopped as he awaited her response. His chest was tight with fear.

'Why in the world would I want you to leave? You have to stay! I gave myself to you because I love you. I'm not Isabella, but . . . won't you stay?' Leanna looked at him with pleading in her eyes. 'I need you. Here.'

James pulled her close, nearly crushing her with his own need. 'I love you too. I just don't want you to settle for damaged goods. I still have to find this man. That's how I got to this area in the first place. I had a tip that he lived in this town. I have to find him. I have to kill him. You see, I'm not a free man, and if I do find and kill him, they may hang me. It's too much to ask of you.'

'I don't recall you asking. I offered myself to you and even knowing all of this, I would do it again. I AM doing it again. James, I love you, no matter what. We will find this man and turn him over to the sheriff. That is the rational thing to do. But you will not kill him. Let the law do it's job. Then we'll be together. Forever.'

'I know you're right, but I have been searching for so long. I'm not sure I can just hand him over. I'm not ever sure he's here. I may have to leave. What then?'

'Then we will discuss it at that point. But for now, I want to feel that feeling again. I want you. Now.'

And with that, James and Leanna explored each other's bodies with love compounded by desire till near dawn, when they parted. They had decided to maintain propriety for Billy's sake and so that James could continue his search in town without breaking his cover story as cousin.

James would find Thomas Grays. Killing him was still his plan, but for now he would bury that. First he had to find him. 



Strangers To Love Ch. 07



The weeks passed quickly for Leanna and James. With Billy's help, the repairs were made to the milking barn, the storage barn and the house. The root cellar was enlarged and James added new shelves.

The days were long, but they worked well together side by side. At night, they came together with passion that threatened to explode into a firestorm with each orgasm. They still met in the barn nightly. The single lamp casting shadows on the walls from two bodies entwined. Leanna had discovered the depth of sexual release that few women would ever know. She was keen to learn everything she could to please James and he returned the favor by bringing her to new heights with his tongue, lips, fingers, cock -- all to show her how much he loved her. Her natural sensual instincts had been honed with skills rivaling any courtesan. She had learned to dress, and undress, just for him, to allow him access to her entire body, to give herself freely to his every whim. She also learned to take her pleasure in his body. He encouraged her explorations and showed her exactly how to please him.

On his weekly trips to town, he made discrete inquiries about Thomas Grays. Learning nothing, he would get supplies and head back to the farm. Sometimes, Leanna would go with him, and would have to answer questions about her handsome 'cousin'. The ladies of the town were forever putting their daughters - or themselves - in his path.

At first this amused Leanna, but then it made her think. What if they stayed here? The cover story made it impossible for them to be together. When she finally realized that, she began the painful process of deciding which she would have to give up: her home or James. Neither was really a choice. Until that choice became inevitable, she would enjoy her time with James in the place she loved.

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Buddy Wilkes, aka Thomas Grayson, aka Thomas Grays, sat at the poker table, and looked at his dwindling pile of chips. It had not been a good day. His luck was off and the cards were cold. He had only been in town for 2 days however and had learned much. His former father was dead. His own brat was running the place but rumor had it she was fixin to sell the farm with all it's stock. That should bring in a tidy sum. No sense letting her bear that burden alone! She wasn't married which meant that she was probably homely as sin. She didn't need his physical help though - a 'cousin' had shown up. Didn't know who that could be, but since the old man kept all kinds of secrets, nothing would surprise him.

He hadn't wanted to even come near this town for fear his wife would be after him. But when he found out she had died 10 years ago, he felt relief more than anything else. The bitch had been a clingy, grasping woman who expected him to give up his life. When the kid was born, she got even worse. The constant whining and bellyaching finally got to him and he just didn't go home one night. He didn't care that her father had told her never to return. He didn't have a single thought about the kid - all she did was cry. He had his own life and no woman was going to tell him how to run it. He only came back here to hide.

He had been on the run for 3 years. No one saw him the night he killed the beautiful Isabelle and the bastard who stole her from him. But the ghosts in his dreams wouldn't leave him be. Every time he got comfortable, they showed up. His luck would turn bad, he would start drinking too much and would have to leave quickly and quietly. Here he still had a few of his old buddies and could maybe hit them up for a bed or a loan. The money he had made from the sale of the hotel had long since been lost or spent. He had won and lost 2 fortunes since then and was currently broke. Gambling had never been anything but a fickle profession. He'd had enough for a week at the boarding house, but it was a real dump. He'd have to stick around long enough to exert his 'fatherly' rights to the money from the sale of the farm and find some idiot to marry the girl.

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Billy had just left for the day and Leanna and James were repairing a section of fence. A few of the cows had wandered out the gap, but Billy had tracked them down. They grazed lazily only yards away, perfectly content. James wiped his brow and then set the last post. The barbed wire was wicked if you weren't careful and his arms were evidence. Leanna had a scratch along her right temple and a few on her forearms also.

'As soon as this last one is set, we're done for the day. How would a nice hot bath sound?', James asked Leanna.

'Marvelous! But I'm too tired to heat the water for two baths.'

'Who says we need two?', James asked with a devilish grin. 'I think we could share one tub and wash each other's backs.'

'James! You are awful, but I like that about you.', Leanna giggled and blushed. She really did like him, alot. In fact she was positive that they truly loved each other. She stepped up to him and even though they were both sweaty and dirty, they embraced, holding each other with promises of passion. They never seemed to tire of touching. The need to be together was overwhelming and felt completely natural and right. They picked up the tools and started back towards the house.

James put water to heat for the tub that Leanna had moved into the kitchen. The fireplace made the room warm and inviting. The early evening air was cooling with rain in the air. Distant thunder could be heard over the crackle of the fire. Clouds had been rolling in all day and this promised to be a good summer storm - bringing needed rain. The electricity in the air seemed to invigorate both of them and fueled the heat between them.

Turning towards James, but just out of reach, Leanna slowly unbuttoned her shirt. He watched her with lust in his eyes, going from her face to her breasts and back again. When he took a step forward, she took one back.

'Sit. Enjoy.'

She slowly untied the chemise and shrugged the shirt off. Slowly, lazily, she ran her hands over her breasts, still covered by the thin cotton. James let a low moan escape. She smiled. Her hands went to her belt, unbuckling it and then slowly unbuttoning her pants. She had altered a new pair of panties in pale blue silk. When he saw them, his cock lept in his own pants, straining for release. She saw his hand go to his belt and shook her head no. His hand fell away, wondering what she had planned.

She stood before him, and slowly lowered the chemise to her waist, exposing her breasts only inches from his hungry mouth. Grasping her breasts, she squeezed them and then pinched the nipples, teasing James. She then ran one nipple along the side of his face, then the other. He tried to capture one in his mouth, but she pulled back. 'Not yet'

She stepped back again and slid her pants past her hips, past her round ass, and let them slide down her legs. She stepped out of them and turned around. She bent, deliberately, from the waist and picked up the clothing off the floor, with her silk covered buttocks right there for his viewing pleasure. She sensed when he reached for her, and stood up and out of his reach. Glancing over her shoulder, she just smiled.

'Like the view?' James just nodded, unsure when she had become so bold - or had she always been bold and he had just been so busy being bold himself that he hadn't made a conscious note of it? Didn't matter really. This woman was all he could ever wish for and all he wanted. Now. And forever.

Turning her back, she languorously pushed the pretty panties down her body. His erection was becoming painful, he could imagine how swollen and purple his cock would be when finally allowed escape. This is what she did to him and he was helpless to control his response.

She looked at him, seductive smile all for him, she licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue.

'Undress, please.'

James practically ripped the clothes from his body. When his hardened and ready cock finally was given it's freedom it sprang upright, leaking fluid that made the head glisten. Leanna knelt before him and with just the tip of her tongue, licked the precious liquid before taking the head into her mouth. Her hands remained at her sides. She waited.

James' instincts took over. He fisted his hands loosely in her honey hair and brought her head closer to his body, driving his cock into her mouth almost to the point of gagging her, but not quite. She allowed him to guide her to suit his needs. Within moments, she could feel the familiar tensing that signaled his impending explosion.

She had never taken him this way and gave no indication that she wanted him to stop, so he didn't. He held her head tighter and moved in and out of her mouth faster and with more force, She took it all and seemed to beg for more, sucking his manhood to completion. His orgasm took him to another place, his only awareness his cock in her warmth. He filled her mouth and throat with spurt after spurt of hot cum. She took as much as she could but some leaked around the seal of her lips on his cock.

She continued to suck and lick as his spasms peaked and then began to subside. When he let go of her head, she could feel his legs quiver. She finally used her hands to lightly push him into the chair behind him, but kept her mouth on him until he was spent and soft. Only then did she relinquish him. She looked up at him and smiled. He gazed back in wonder.

Reaching for her, he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her passionately. Smiling at her he was so pleased and relaxed that he couldn't even really speak.

'The water should be warm enough now, let's have our bath and then continue.' Leanna said with a knowing smile. She knew that she would be pleasured also and was going to enjoy every minute. 



Strangers To Love Ch. 08



When Grandfather had installed the indoor plumbing, he hadn't included a bathtub - he only bathed once a week and then only if he thought it necessary. But having a female back in the house forced him to accommodate certain silliness. So, for her, he had bought a tub that was kept behind a screen in the kitchen. Filling it was easier in the kitchen and it was always warm in there. The screen gave her privacy. James thought that for a man without a woman to guide him, he had done pretty well giving Leanna the things she needed.

Now, with the screen pulled aside and the tub filled with very warm water, Leanna added rose water. The scented steam, the single lamp, and two bodies all came together to create a very romantic scene. In the distance, but getting closer, the thunder rumbled with the western sky filled with lightning. The electricity in the air added to the sexual tension surrounding them.

Leanna had surprised and pleased James with her boldness. He knew that for the time being, he was going to be unable to enter her again, but that didn't mean that he couldn't pleasure her. Standing in the tub, they took turns lathering up the other, lingering in the sensitive areas, laughing and tickling, moaning and exciting each other. He turned her around, and they sat in the warm fragrent water, the bubbles from their skin, resting on the surface of the water.

James settled back in the tub, with Leanna sitting against him, his knees rising on either side of her. His now flaccid cock was tucked between his groin and her bottom, perfectly content to just rest there. James reached around and began to caress her breasts while he nibbled lightly on her neck. Leanna let her head fall onto his left shoulder, loving the feel of his lips and teeth under her jaw, at her ear, and down her neck to her shoulder. Her breasts were even with the water line and the soapy water. His hands used the soapy lubrication to excite and sensitize her nipples. Soon they were standing tall and hard. Her breasts were sending signals to other sensitive areas. She felt a tightening in her belly and also between her legs. She shifted slightly, which was all the encouragement he needed.

James slowly moved his right hand downward, over her belly and down to her mound. Extending just his middle finger, he searched for and then found that special spot and began to stroke it. Leanna groaned and lifted her hips forward. Her thighs parted further as he let his index finger join it's brother. Together they spread her lips. Her clitoris was swelling. Reaching just a bit further, James began to slip his fingers into her wetness - independent of the water they were sitting in, she was slippery and hot. She gasped at his touch and could feel herself going higher, giving herself to the sensations, robbing her of all thought.

James lifted her onto his lap. 'Spread your legs - wider - that's it. . . . lean back, go ahead, put your feet on the edge. . . . . yes, good.' He kept up this murmuring in her ear, between light kisses and nibbles. Using his other hand now, he spread her lips apart, rubbing her nub while thrusting his fingers in and out, feeling her orgasm building, he quickened his pace, driving her over the peak. As she tried to bring her knees together, he forced them apart and continued to stimulate her bringing her quickly to a second and more powerful orgasm. She called out his name as she grabbed the sides of the tub, her belly and thighs spasming, just as a crack of thunder rolled over the house. The rain poured down on the roof, mimicking the flood of fluid gushing from Leanna.

He only allowed her a moments' rest before he began to pump his fingers in and out. When she began to respond to this he reached under her and with one finger, slipped into her tighter opening. Leanna was so excited that she accepted his invasion readily and he could feel her movements against both his hands. Once more he brought her up the mountain and with persistence pushed her over the edge to her third explosive orgasm. He was delighted with her total abandonment to her bodies' needs and desires, the wanton expression of her pleasure causing his cock to grow and want.

'Kneel forward. Hold onto the edge.' He positioned himself behind her, kneeling in the water with her in front of him. Taking himself in hand, a few strokes brought him to full hardness. He found her opening with the head of his cock and slipped into her loose wetness. She rocked back onto him, taking his length fully. As he entered her, she pleaded with him, 'please, please, harder, please! . . . . yes, oh my God, yes!. . . . please. . . . ' He placed his thumb over her anus and felt it tighten under the pressure. 'Yes, ok, please. . . .' And the lightning flashed and the thunder boomed, her pounded into her deeply and then pressed his thumb into her. At that moment, she began pushing back onto his cock faster and opened herself up to his thumb. It was too much. He came harder that he ever had before and lost all ability to think or speak as he drained himself into her. When they had both calmed enough, he withdrew from her with a moan of satisfaction that she echoed.

Stepping from the tub, they dried with the thick towels that had warmed by the fire. James picked her up and carried her to her bed. She was nearly asleep when he lay her down and covered her with the light blanket. Kissing her forehead, he blew out the lamp and quietly left the room.

The tub could wait til morning. He would check the horses and then get some sleep himself.

The rain had gentled and the distant thunder was now in the east.

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Cursing the leaking roof over his lumpy bed, Buddy was pissed. This was the last night he was going to spend in this dump. Tomorrow morning he would head out to the farm and introduce himself to his loving daughter, Leanna. She should be very happy that her long-lost father had returned. He was sure she would welcome him with open arms and be grateful to have a man around to take over the burden of selling the farm. He laughed mirthlessly, grunted and turned over, scratching at the fleas that were his bed mates.

At least he'd get a decent bed and a meal. He sure hoped the bitch could cook.



Strangers To Love Ch. 09



When Leanna got to the kitchen, the morning sun was brilliant, the tub emptied and behind the screen once again and the smells of coffee and bacon permeated the air. Billy and James were sitting at the table, devouring a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon and bread with preserves.

'It's 'bout time you got up, lazybones!', Billy said, his mouth ringed with milk and egg on his chin. 'Da mornin' chores is done an' James let me 'elp wit breakfast an' I cook good!' Billy's smile was warm and happy.

James smiled too, but with something more in his eyes. Getting up, he held a chair out for her and then poured some coffee in a mug for her and topped off his own. Going to the stove, he filled a plate and set it in front of her, resting a hand on her shoulder. She didn't see the wink in Billy's direction and was taken completely by surprise when James bent forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Billy laughed out loud and Leanna blushed all the way to her hairline.

'James and 'Anna kissin'! Now 'ur gonna have babies!', Billy squealed with delight.

'Billy! We are not going to have babies.' Then in a hissing voice, she turned to James, 'What are you doing? He'll tell his mother and then, well, then ......', her voice trailed off at the smile on his face.

'Mrs. Preston knows that I'm not your cousin and she told Billy that. He asked me why I fibbed and I told him that it was to protect you, but that I liked you alot. He's promised to help protect you too. Then HE asked me why I didn't kiss you, if I liked you. He reminded me that he kisses you all the time and that you like it.' James was trying very hard not to laugh and Leanna was seeing the mirth bubble over.

Smiling, Leanna turned to Billy. 'Yes, we like each other and sometimes we kiss. Is that alright with you?'

' 'Course it is! Kissin' is good. Mama says so. James, can we go now? You promised I could go to town with you.' The abrupt change of topic told Leanna that it was not important to keep up appearances around Billy any longer and that he had given his blessing.

'Well, as long as you two are going to town, I have lots to do here in the house. And I think I might need to weed the garden after all that rain. Will you be back before midday?'

'I think we will. I only have to get a few things at the hardware and I'll stop at the General Store and get what you need if you can give me a list. I'd like to start on those porch stairs this afternoon.'

'That's fine. I'll get that list for you.' And she lifted her chin expectantly. He obliged by kissing her again and then startled her when he whispered in her ear, 'I'll kiss more of you later!'

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As James and Billy were just reaching town in the wagon , a man on a horse passed by quickly in the opposite direction. James glanced at him, and had a moment of recognition, but couldn't put the image into context and was distracted by Billy's chatter about the things they would buy in town. He forgot all about the man until much later.

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Buddy remembered this road very well. He had courted Rose here but had never won the respect of her father. The old man had hated him on sight and tried his best to prevent Buddy from seeing his daughter. But Rose was stubborn and independent and defiant. This worked in Buddy's favor. To a point. Rose had made it plain that she would not have sex without a ring and he hadn't seen a problem with that. So they had eloped and she had been disowned by the old man. Some mistakes only became apparent when it was too fucking late. He had been smart enough not to use his real name however. His family was known as trouble in town and it was easier to lie about his name than endure the questions. Well, the hell he had endured, despite the name change, first from her father and then from Rose and the brat were going to pay off now.

He had asked around and knew that the farm was prosperous and would fetch a good price. Word around town was that Leanna was just like her mother - independent, strong-willed and according to the ladies he had met, was wild and unable to attract a man. Since no one mentioned her looks, he still assumed that she was probably ugly. It might be harder to get her a husband, but he knew places that needed women. One way or the other, he'd be rid of her and have full pockets.

Seeing the drive, he was surprised at how little things had changed in 20 or so years. The house and barns had been painted, and the garden looked bigger, but other than that unchanged. The place looked good. He could see the new roof and thought that the other work needed must be nearly done. It was definitely good enough to sell. He pulled up on the reins still at a distance from the house. He thought he saw movement inside the front door and now had a case of nerves. What if the 'cousin' was around? Or the hired hand? She should be happy to see her 'father', but what if she wasn't?

Buddy got off the horse and sat next to a tree, watching the house and barns. His head still ached from last night's indulgence in alcohol. It was mid-morning, he'd wait a bit to make sure no one was around and then meet privately with Leanna. Make her see reason if necessary.

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James asked around about Thomas Grays, like he always did and found that name to still be unknown. But one of the ladies offered that someone had been asking about the farm. Maybe a buyer? No, he'd been told the man was formerly a local from a disreputable family but she didn't know what the connection could be. The family had either died out or moved away many years ago. She only overheard him ask about the owner and was surprised that the granddaughter was running the farm.

James had warning bells going off in his head. He finished making the purchases for Leanna and went to find Billy at the hardware.

'Billy? Do you know a man named Buddy Wilkes? Do you know if he knew Leanna or her Grandfather?'

'Nope. But I only been workin' 'dere for 3 years. I started when grampman got sick and he let me take care of the cows. Who is he?'

'I don't know and that's the problem. He's been asking questions about Leanna and the farm and I'm concerned, that's all. Let's finish up here and get back, ok?'

'OK, James.'

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He'd waited long enough. From the looks of things, she was alone. Time to meet the chit. Standing up, he retrieved his 'borrowed' horse and started towards the house. At that moment a stunningly beautiful women emerged from the house wearing a white blouse and pants and work boots. Every curve of her body was outlined in the sun and her long hair was braided down her back. She carried a basket over to the garden and after putting on gloves, began pulling weeds, her back to him.

Buddy couldn't believe his luck. The bitch had female help too. He had heard that a neighbor woman sometimes helped her out and this must be her. Well, as she was the only person around, maybe his daughter had left with the others. He would just have to make her acquaintance! Tying the horse to a nearby tree, he approached the garden quietly, watching her butt move under the pants was making his cock hard. This was going to be fun, he thought.

Leanna was pulling the hundreds of little weeds that had invaded overnight while singing to herself. Her thoughts going back to last night, making her moist at the memory. She could feel her color rising knowing that she was looking forward to tonight.

She never heard the footsteps behind her and was taken by surprise at the hand over her mouth and the strong arm around her waist. She tried to bite at the hand and her efforts resulted in his repositioning his hand over her nose also. Now she couldn't breath - the arm gripping her so tight she couldn't move away from him. Her vision started to waver and her lungs were burning, her attempts to fight getting weaker and weaker. She heard him grunt with victory when she went limp.

She woke to darkness and realized that she was blindfolded and her arms were tied tightly behind her back. She felt him tugging at her blouse, ripping the buttons free and exposing her breasts.

'My, aren't those lovely? Let's see what else ya got!' And he began to tug at the buttons on her pants. She began to kick at him blindly and must have landed a good one, because she heard him grunt loudly. 'Bitch! You'll pay for that.......damn!' He then slapped her hard across the face. 'I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you try that again. Now stop kicking.' Leanna went limp and when he reached for her pants again, she let him have it, hard and well placed right between his legs.

Buddy bent over, nearly sick with the pain. 'You'll.... pay..... for...... that....', he squeaked. And with that, he delivered a punch to her jaw that knocked her out cold. Buddy rolled over onto his back, holding his aching balls.

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James and Billy drove the wagon back to the farm as fast as they could. James was convinced that something wasn't right and had remembered the man who passed them on the road. He knew he looked familiar, yet out of context. Like he should be dressed better, be clean shaved, and playing . . . poker! That was it! The man was Thomas Grays! But what was his interest in Leanna and the farm? And who was Buddy Wilkes? Could they be the same man? If so, could he have used other names as well? The fear he felt was palpable to Billy, who looked like he wanted to cry.

James looked at Billy and could see his fear reflected. 'Billy. Remember how we talked about protecting Leanna? We may have to do that today. If I'm right, a very bad man is at the farm and Leanna is in danger. Do you understand?'

'Yes. Protect 'Anna no matter what, right?'

'Right.'

Pulling the wagon into the drive, James just prayed they weren't too late.



Strangers To Love Ch. 10



When Leanna came up out of the blackness, she stayed very still. She could here the man cussing under his breath. He was to her left. She knew from the floor and the smell that she was in the main barn. She could hear the cows in the distance to her right, so figured the doors were in that direction. Straining her ears, she tried to determine how far away he was and how close she was to the door. Then she heard him. He was moving towards her. She tried to get away by scooting backwards but he caught her by the hair and yanked her back.

'Bitch! That kick hurt but it won't stop me. I have a feeling you're gonna be mighty tasty and as long as we've got the place to ourselves, I plan on taking my time. Whether you enjoy it or not will be up to you.' Buddy leaned over her and tore her cotton chemise from the neck to her waist and grabbed her breasts with both hands, hard. She tried to twist away from him, but he dug his nails into her tender flesh, effectively stopping her. Tears began to escape from under the blindfold and ran down her face. 'I told you to be still.' Then Buddy leaned over and bit her nipple. Leanna cried out in pain.

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James saw the horse tied to the tree and stopped the wagon. There was no sign of the rider.

'Billy, stay here, I'm going to walk up to the house and see if I can find Leanna. If I find her, I'll whistle and then you can bring the wagon. Do you understand? I want you to stay here.'

'Yea, James. I'll stay 'ere but shouldn't I 'elp find 'Anna? What about 'da bad man?', Billy asked, the fear in his voice reflected on his face. He was counting on James to find Leanna and protect her.

'I'll take care of the bad man. You stay here until I whistle. Then you come and take care of Leanna. OK?'

'OK.'

James got down from the wagon and using the trees for cover, made his way to the house. His gun was in his saddle bag, in the barn. His boot knife was the only weapon he had, and he had it in his hand. He made it to the porch without seeing anyone - no Leanna, no Buddy Wilkes, or Grays, or whatever the hell his name was. Something in the garden caught his eye and stopped his heart. Leanna's basket was overturned and the ground looked torn up as if a struggle had taken place.

Moving to the front door, he listened but heard nothing. He slowly opened the door and looked into the front parlor. Empty. The house had that deserted feel to it. He was positive no one was in the house. Moving quickly, he went through the dining area to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, he carefully looked out the windows towards the dairy barn. Even the cows were gone - in the pasture. The two horses in the corral looked calm. He opened the kitchen door and cautiously moved onto the porch. And then he heard a muffled scream.

James took off running towards the barn, knife in hand and murder in his heart. Skidding to a halt just outside the doors, he could here a man's voice and a woman's whimpers.

'See? Told you it would hurt if you didn't cooperate. Now, time to see the rest of the goodies!'

James ran into the barn, knife raised, and saw Thomas Grays standing over Leanna. Her breasts were exposed and her pants were undone. Grays was starting to bend over to remove them when he heard James. Startled, he stood up and reached to his hip bringing up a knife even more wicked looking than the one James had.

Grays laughed softly. 'Well if it isn't the whelp that tried to steal my Isabelle! Thought you were dead! I guess I'll have to rectify that, now won't I? Can't let you interfere again. Oh, no, those ghosts are gonna stay buried this time.'

Grays lunged at James. James managed to dodge away, but was tripped up by a piece of equipment sticking out from the wall. He fell hard to his side, his knife knocked out of his hand in the process. Grays spun around and saw James on the floor and dove at him. They rolled over each other on the floor, James trying desperately to keep the sharp knife away from his chest as Grays tried just as desperately to plunge it in.

James was 15 years younger, 40 pounds lighter and in much better shape. Grays could feel himself being pushed back, so did what any coward would do: he bit James hard on the forearm. The pain was excruciating and caused James to loosen his grip. A lucky move to the left prevented the knife from entering his chest, but cut his right arm. He cried out in pain. Grays grunted in triumph and made another attempt.

And then everything stopped. Grays eyes rolled back and as he slumped down onto him, James pushed him off to the right, freeing himself from the weight of Grays' now inert body. James looked up and saw Billy. Billy was holding the shovel over his head and ready to take aim at Grays head for a second time.

'Billy! NO! You'll kill him and he's not worth it. Get some rope and hog tie him.' James then turned towards Leanna. She flinched when he touched her, so he began to murmur softly to her while he untied the blindfold and the ropes at her wrists. Taking off his shirt, he covered her as she clung to him, tears running down her face. Picking her up, he carried her into the house and laid her on the bed in her room.

Billy had done a good job of tying up Grays and had followed them into the house. 'She alright? Is 'Anna hurt?'

Leanna answered, as calmly as a normal day, 'I'm fine Billy. You and James saved my life today. I am so proud of you both. But I need to get cleaned up and you need to run and get the sheriff. Take a horse, Billy. And hurry.'

Billy took off like a flash with a big grin on his face at the praise from his 'Anna. James had told him what a good job he'd done, even though he hadn't done what James had told him. 'But James! I knew I couldn't hear you whistle from there so I just thought I'd stay closer, so I could hear you.' James had laughed and told him that he was very smart. Smart! Wait till he told mama!

James then told Leanna who the man was: Her father as well as the man who had killed Isabelle. This was the man for whom he had been searching for three years. They managed to connect all the dots to form a picture of a man who was a user, a gambler, a killer and would be rapist. Leanna felt so dirty that she wondered how James could still love her. But love her he did and nothing would ever change that. Later that night he proved to her with actions louder than words just how much he loved her and she believed.

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The Sheriff arrived and took Grays, Grayson, Wilkes away that day. Two months later he was convicted of attempted rape and attempted murder. Because of the testimony of James, he was also convicted of Isabelle's murder and sentenced to be hanged.

The week following the verdict, Buddy Wilkes was hanged by the neck until dead and buried in an unmarked grave. Not one single person mourned.

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Epilogue: One Year Later.

The wedding had been beautiful and Leanna even more so. The last of the family and friends who attended the party afterwards were leaving and soon James would take his wife to the bedroom that had once been her Grandfather's. They had remodeled the entire house, deciding to stay here and raise a family. A family that already included Rose, their daughter. Unconventional yes, but it suited them. The baby would be staying with Mrs. P tonight and Billy was thrilled. Not only had he been Best Man at the wedding, but was referred to as Uncle Billy now and couldn't be more proud.

James and Leanna decided to leave the party clutter till morning and when they arrived in the bedroom found that the bed had been turned down, fresh flowers were in the vases and the room smelled of Leanna's perfume. The low light from the fire place was all they needed as each undressed the other and they fell onto the bed with giggles and kisses and caressing hands.

'I think Rose needs a sibling,' Leanna said.

'Well, let's work on that, shall we?', James replied.

The End

Dear Reader, I truly hope you enjoyed this tale and I thank you for reading. Sincerely, Lady Ilsa