Mornings on Horseback
Book One - Prologue
"Do you ever wish…"
"What?" Mark's voice was soft, almost too soft because the crickets were loud. The frogs too.
"I don't know," I giggled, feeling a little foolish.
"Stephy," he sighed.
We were at our special place, which wasn't so special by itself. Just an old broken down covered bridge across a creek swollen with spring rains. But it was clear tonight and the moon was a friendly crescent, giving us just enough light to see each other and all the stars. It wasn't a special place at all, except for us being there.
The bed of Mark's truck felt hard beneath me, even through the thick warm comforter we'd doubled over. We'd spent a lot of time on that comforter, mostly on the grass, which was nice and soft, but it had been raining most of the day. We contented ourselves with the back of the truck, lying close together with Mark's left arm beneath me, my head on his shoulder and my hand on his firm warm chest.
We were both naked and we might have been cold, because it was still winter in Canada and the wind was from the north, but we'd been kissing and touching and I felt nothing but the heat inside me. And I was in love, hopelessly probably, or desperately maybe, some kind of love. I didn't know what sort it was, only that I loved it. I loved being in love and there was so much of it. That was what I wanted to say.
"Do you love me?" I asked, just because I wanted to hear Mark say it.
"Yeah." He smiled, looking straight up. "I love you."
"We should tell someone," I decided, sucking my lips afterwards, breathing through my nose.
"Tell someone? You're fifteen, Stephy."
"So?" I turned on my side, sliding my left leg over both of his legs, sliding it up so my knee found his penis, semi-hard and warm.
"So…Nothing," Mark shrugged, he was just turned seventeen himself. "Who do you want to tell?"
"Someone special." I rubbed his taut stomach, feeling the soft short hair just beneath his belly button.
"You want to share it?" he asked, because he knew me better than anyone, and we'd talked like this before. Sort of.
"I just…" I blinked, trying to think of the right words.
"Sometimes I love you so much, I think I'm dying," Mark said after a minute of quiet.
"Really?"
"Oh yeah." He nodded. "You're like…Hmmm…"
"I'm like what?" I giggled, rubbing his cock a little with my knee, just to see if he'd get harder.
"Like one of your mom's pies," Mark said seriously, and I laughed. "No, I mean like her best pie ever."
"I'm a pie?" I rolled my eyes and pressed my teeth against his chest, just on the side by his armpit where he was soft.
"No, okay…Like if you had the best pie in the world, the most perfect one ever, what would make it better?"
"Ummm…" I didn't bite him. "Ice cream?"
"I'm serious, come on." He squeezed me.
"Okay, okay…Um, I don't know." I shrugged. "What?"
"Sharing it." Mark nodded. "Watching someone else take a bite and seeing the look on their face, you know?"
"Yeah." That made a lot of sense.
"And you could say, 'Isn't that the best pie in the world?' and they'd nod and smile and…" Mark sighed. "That's the only thing that would make this better for me."
"For us." I kissed him, his chest and I had to brush long black hair out of my eyes.
"Yeah, us." Mark smiled. "I want to share you."
"That's what I was trying to say!"
"I know."
"Can we do it?"
"I don't know." He thought about it while I reached for his cock, playing with it lazily.
He was playing with my breast, stroking the side of my left tit with his fingers and sometimes giving me little squeezes. Mark's cock was hardening, filling my hand as I massaged him gently, back and forth, feeling it hot and hard and thick for me now. I licked his skin with my tongue, moving my head because I was always hot for him. I couldn't be this close for this long without wanting him.
"It has to be somebody like us," Mark said, and I nodded. "Somebody we can love, and who loves us."
"Yeah." I kissed his nipple.
"Do you want a girlfriend?" Mark looked at me, and then turned his body onto his left side so that he was facing me. "Or another boyfriend?"
"I don't care," I told him truthfully, moving my hips, getting closer and putting my left leg over his hip. "What do you want?"
"Whatever." He shrugged. "The person is all that counts."
"You'd kiss a boy?"
"Yeah," he agreed. "If I love him. Would you kiss a girl?"
"Sure." I nodded, reaching behind me, narrowing my eyes as I found Mark's cock and tried to fit it between my open legs.
"I mean, would you love another girl?" Mark smiled at me in the thin moonlight.
"Well, yeah. That's what I meant." I wriggled my hips. "You're not helping."
"Sorry." He chuckled. "I didn't know what you were doing."
"Ha!" I snorted. "I do need another boyfriend maybe."
"Maybe." Mark kissed me gently on the lips. "Here…Uhhhh…There…"
He moved and I rubbed his cockhead across my small moist sex. I felt him pushing so that his cock finally found purchase, and I gasped loudly as the swollen head split my pussy and pressed against the soft walls just inside.
"Slow…Kay?" I whispered, and Mark nodded. "I love you."
"I love you too." He pulled me tighter, so that my breasts were flattened against his muscular chest, my nipples itching and sensitive to the pressure.
I kissed him tenderly at first, but then harder as Mark pushed more of his cock inside me. He was so large, too large it seemed like at first, but it would get better soon. We'd done this before, many times since my last birthday, almost exactly a year ago, and it always felt uncomfortable at first. Just like it always felt so good at the end.
"Ummmm…" I took a deep breath as I felt him all the way inside finally, his cockhead touching the very bottom of my sex, pressing against my cervix.
"Okay?" he asked, and I smiled.
"Just hold me for a minute."
"Yeah." He kissed me again and we didn't move very much at all.
"Who do you like?" I wondered a moment later.
"Mmmm…I don't know." Mark rubbed my back slowly. "Veronica Lyons? She's nice."
"She's graduating in two weeks." I laughed and my pussy squeezed Mark's penis nicely, making us both move a little.
"Yeah, no seniors huh?" He nodded with a sigh.
"What about Todd?" I offered, biting my lip as I starting moving my hips, working myself slowly on that swollen cock buried inside me.
"Todd?" Mark laughed. "He loves you, but he'd probably have a heart attack if I kissed him."
"Not if he loved you too." I giggled, knowing Mark was right.
"I don't think that would happen."
"Yeah."
"Ricky Quail is pretty cool," he said. "Cute too."
"But he's…"
"Going out with Linda, yeah."
"They're gonna get married someday." I grinned. "Bet you a dollar."
"Oh, I know they will."
"They're both…uhhh…yeah…it's okay…"
"Alright?" Mark watched my face and he was moving his cock in and out of me now, moving his hand down to my butt, pulling me against him when he pushed.
"Yeah," I sighed. "I like it…Fuck me…"
"I am." He kissed my nose.
"I know," I agreed happily and I was getting breathless, my pussy quivering inside because the discomfort was going away.
"Are you still entering the Miss Pioneer thing?" Mark asked, and he was breathing a little harder too.
"Miss Teen Iroquois," I nodded. "Yeah."
"That'll be cool, seeing you in the parade."
"And knowing you fucked me?" I teased him. I sort of liked talking a little dirty when we were doing it.
"Yeah, maybe." Mark smiled. "But mostly I just like seeing you do stuff."
"Do stuff?" I kissed him and it felt really good all of a sudden so I squeezed him hard.
"You're so beautiful."
"Oh…oh…yeah…" I swallowed thickly because I was going to cum soon, I could feel it inside me like a fire in my tummy moving lower. A big wet fire moving into my womb, looking for his cock.
"How about Sandy?"
Mark groaned as he fucked me faster, with longer strokes and I shifted my hips a little, moving around to see if I couldn't press my buzzing clit against his cock somehow. I wanted to let her ride the shaft a bit cause that was always hot, but hard to do when we were side by side like that.
"Wha…What?" I had my eyes closed and I was grinding more than fucking, rolling my hips and rocking my sex against Mark's cock.
"Ummm…" He pulled me down hard and he was getting close too. "Sandy, what about her?"
"She…She…" I giggled, but it was a gasp really. "You don't…uhhhmmmm…like her."
"Huh…No…Well…" Mark laughed weakly as he tried to hold himself back.
"Yeah…Oh God…Do it…I'm…Me too!" I was moving good now, all that discomfort gone away completely. My pussy was stretched tight around him, but used to it now, and I was enjoying it as my soft muscles tried to hold him inside, straining to milk his cock for that final release. It was what I was made for, making love like this with my boyfriend, with Mark.
"Yeah, Stephy. I'm going to cum."
He enjoyed our sex as well, and sometimes Mark could go a long time before he'd cum, but mostly it was like this. I was too nice for him, too hot and tight, my sexy little pussy squeezing his cock like a moist pink mouth, sucking at him. He was fucking me hard, all that patience he had in the beginning paying off for us both now. He could do whatever he wanted with me and it would only feel good.
We came together, which only happened sometimes, but when it did it was fantastic. The best ever it always seemed and I clung to my boyfriend tightly, kissing him and being kissed, feeling my whole body seem to collapse around his cock as it spasmed inside my pussy. His sperm was shooting inside me, so hard I could feel it against the soft bottleneck of my cervix because his cockhead was right there, cradled within me all the way to the bottom. It was a good cum for both of us, lovemaking the way I always dreamt it would be.
"Oh God," I giggled breathlessly, feeling that wonderful euphoria I always got after really good sex with Mark.
"Yeah, Jesus that was good," he agreed, sweating and panting, and kissing me one more time for good luck.
"I gotta be home by nine," I told him weakly, as if he would ever forget that.
"I know." He lifted his arm, squinting in the moonlight. "It's eight thirty-three."
"Okay," I sighed, wishing my dad would extend my curfew, but it was still a couple weeks until my birthday.
"We have to find someone to share this with," Mark told me, and we were finally catching our breath.
"Yeah." I nodded. "I want to share you too."
"I don't know who though."
"Hey…A shooting star!" I grinned and Mark turned his head, but missed it.
"Make a wish." He smiled at me.
"Okay." I closed my eyes, "Hmmm…I wish…"
And I didn't have to say anything. It was obvious what I wanted...What we both wanted, but we were pretty happy by ourselves anyway. We had the whole summer ahead of us and after that, the rest of our lives, and that's all we really needed. But it would be nice if we could share it with someone.