Redtail
1 The First Time
WHY IS IT that everybody wants to know about your first time? What kind of voyeurs are we? Do we just want to compare to see that we weren’t the only ones who were somehow disappointed? Or to prove that our experiences were so far better than everyone else? Or to participate vicariously in something we lost long ago? The first time. The first time.
Well, I was in Seattle for a conference on cattle-breeding. Why the hell they held a conference on cattle-breeding in Seattle is beyond me, except it was hot as blazes in Omaha and Seattle was a nice temperate eighty-two.
So, of course, I’d heard about it. Guys had told me I had to try it. I’d read about it. I decided, ‘What the hey! I can do this.’
Well, it wasn’t at all what I expected. The first time I looked at it, I thought it was pretty disgusting. And slimy. And the smell—it was definitely something you had to get used to. I’d made it this far, though, and I wasn’t going to back down now. I kind of held my breath and stuck my tongue in and slurped. It took a couple minutes and when I could breathe again, I grabbed a shot of tequila. A minute later I dove in again. It’s definitely an acquired taste, but after eight times, I was feeling pretty satisfied. Hell, I was a connoisseur. I hadn’t even had tequila after the last four.
So yeah. Not exactly what I expected, but I’d eat oysters again.
Okay. I know that wasn’t the first time you wanted to hear about. And no, I’m not here to waste your time. I know I’m a smartass, but I really do want to talk about this. I’ll pay extra if you’ll put up with me a little longer. I think I’m going crazy.
Yeah. Back to the first time.
Freshman Year
It was back about the time the economy was going to hell and it was affecting us ranchers just like everyone else. Prospects were bleak and Dad had taken a mortgage on the ranch for the first time in—well, as far as I knew, ever. I was thinking I might join up after high school and go to college on the GI Bill if they still had one by then. Circumstances changed and I still figured I’d serve after college, but then when Dad died, there was no one to run the ranch and I couldn’t turn my back on Mom and… well, everybody. But I’m getting ahead of myself. That was later.
School was tough on me that year. Not the studies, but all the girls in Laramie had blossomed over the past summer and there they all were in school with new tits on display and makeup on. I’d put on a couple inches and a few pounds and was getting as many looks as I was giving. I think girls get just as horny as guys do, you know? Well, now I do know, but then it was a new revelation to me.
Laune Wickersham. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in my freshman class and she didn’t have the biggest tits. But not having much in the way of tits, she most of the time didn’t bother with a brassiere either. Those are the times I remember most about freshman year. Laune would look across the room at me in Algebra with those big brown eyes and I’d sprout a boner. Then I’d glance down at her chest—well, hell. Of course, I looked at her chest. I looked at every girl’s chest—and she’d have these two little points pushing her T-shirt out. A lot of times, she’d just wear a T-shirt with some kind of vest or jacket over it, but it always seemed like when she looked at me in Algebra, she’d kind of have her vest pulled back so I could see her little blossoming buds.
We only had ten minutes between the last bell and when the bus carted us country kids off home. Laune lived in town, but it was more than an hour on the bus for me to get back to the ranch. As soon as I got home, I had chores to do and then supper. Dad would ask me at the dinner table every night how much homework I had and if I’d done it on the bus. Usually I got most of it done on the bus, but I knew that after dinner I had to finish it because before bed Dad would ask if I was done. He’d take a look at my work and nod his head. I don’t think he ever understood anything that I was studying. Not that he was dumb, but he worked on the ranch next door more than he studied until he was eighteen and entered the service. He was smart, but he wanted a son that was smarter and that went to college.
I did, but I didn’t finish—not right away. Dad was in an accident the summer between my freshman and sophomore years as a Cowboy at the University of Wyoming. In the fall, there was just too much to be done on the ranch, and all this other stuff that’s going on. I took a year’s leave of absence and said I’d go back when Dad got better, but he died before we got that far. Ahead of myself again. Sorry.
Anyway, back to Laune; it had started snowing that day early in December and they decided to get the busses moving early. It was pretty chaotic because the busses were already having a hard time getting through. They let us out of class as soon as the first bus got there, but it was almost an hour before mine showed up. I was standing outside freezing my buns off when Laune walked up to me. She lived in town and said she was walking home.
“When are you gonna ask me out on a date, Cole?” she said. Just like that. Like she was waiting for me to ask her out.
“I reckon when I get a driver’s license next summer,” I said.
“Don’t know I can wait that long,” she said. Then you know what she did? She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me, right there in the school bus parking lot. And it wasn’t no peck on the cheek or lips. She put her tongue right in my mouth. It fuckin’ took my breath away, I’ll tell you. I had a boner and she was rubbing right up against it. “You always make my titties ache when you look at me in Algebra,” she said. “I sure wish you could drive.”
I tell you, when I got to bed that night, the old cowboy got a workout.
Course, by spring, she and Sid got together and she stopped showing me her hard nips in Algebra. Wouldn’t you know she got pregnant and they got married when we were juniors? I guess in a way that worked out pretty well for me. I sure wasn’t ready for kids.
School would be out in May and I was really looking forward to getting a driver’s license so maybe I could at least date some other girl in town. But that was still six months away. You see, out on the ranch it was almost half a mile to the nearest neighbor. And that happened to be Uncle Angus and Aunt Lily’s place. Uncle Angus was Mom’s brother. Their kids were all a little older than me. The youngest, Mary Beth, was a real sweetheart, but she was eighteen and a senior when I started high school. I hardly ever saw her except at holidays or when the families got together.
Guess that’s how that started. We all had Christmas dinner together over at their house that year. The two older Alexander girls were home with their husbands and babies, so I guess me and Mary Beth hung out a little.
“You gonna get it on with that Laune Wickersham?” she asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“Everybody saw you kiss her in that snowstorm three weeks ago. My little cousin got something going?”
“I didn’t really kiss her,” I said, blushing. “She sorta did all the work.”
“You be careful with her. She’s lookin’ for a meal ticket.” I started to object, but Mary Beth cut me off. “I know she’s a nice girl and all. I’m sure she don’t mean no harm, but her family—well, they ain’t very nice to her. She’d do about anything to get away from them and you’re a real good catch.”
“You gotta be kidding. A stringy fifteen-year-old like me? What have I got to offer?”
“A nice ranch. Good people. And you ain’t bad lookin’, you know? Just be careful.”
“Ain’t nothing gonna happen anyway,” I groused. “I can’t drive into town till I get a license. What about you? Who’s trying to get into your knickers?” I thought I’d turn the tables on her, but I couldn’t think of a single guy I’d ever seen her with at school.
“Who’d want to go out with me?” she snapped. “Hell, I’m bigger than you are.”
“Not for long. I grew another two inches this fall. Just ’cause you’re tall don’t mean you ain’t beautiful.”
“Cole! Hush! Don’t go telling your cousin she’s beautiful. It’ll give her a swelled head. And perky titties like Laune’s. Hell, you’ve already gotten more than I’m likely to ever get.”
“You don’t mean you’ve never been kissed, do you?”
It was Mary Beth’s turn to blush.
Sally Ann’s kids were playing with Christmas presents on the floor and while they hadn’t been paying any attention to us, we’d been talking softly on the sofa. Our Dads were all in Uncle Angus’s office drinking whisky and watching some game on TV. The Moms were in the kitchen and dining room.
I stood up and took hold of Mary Beth’s hand.
“Come here with me.”
“Where?”
“Just around the corner over here,” I said, leading her into the hall down by the bathroom. I took a careful look around and then I kissed her. I wasn’t very skilled, but I’d had one more than Mary Beth had and she kind of melted into my arms. When I touched her lips with my tongue, hell! I thought she was going to scream. But she mashed her lips against mine and let her tongue follow mine wherever it went.
“You gotta be careful with that!” she whispered, looking down the hall. She’d stepped back a bit and looked a little panicked. She looked at me with fire in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Mary Beth, but…”
“Shut up.” She closed the distance between us and laid another one on me, practicing everything I’d just taught her and making up stuff on the fly. Then she pushed me away and rushed back to the living room just as Aunt Lily called everyone to Christmas Dinner. I slipped into the bathroom and managed to get the cowboy pretty much under control in my jeans before I showed up at the table.
You might think that started Mary Beth and me kissing at every chance we got, but it was pretty much a one-time thing. I mean, we were friendly and all and she went out of her way to say hi at school. We even sat next to each other a couple of times on the bus when her best friend Beckie was sick. We talked a bit and she said how she was sorry when she heard Laune and Sid had got together. But there wasn’t much else between us, though when she said she was sorry about Laune and Sid, she took hold of my hand and squeezed it and didn’t really let it go until we got back to Centennial. I didn’t think anything about it other than all the thoughts I’d had about her since that kiss on Christmas and the cowboy got another ride in my hand saddle that night. But shit! She’d warned me off and I was just thankful that she still treated me like she liked me as her cousin and was genuinely sorry I’d had my heart broken. Sorta.
It was Mary Beth’s graduation that really changed things.
Uncle Angus gave her a car. A ten-year-old Chevy Cavalier convertible. Mary Beth loved it.
The car was a pig.
It was black with a gray fabric interior and red racing stripes. But the passenger door was just battleship gray primer paint because it had been wrecked at one time. It had a couple of nicks in the soft top and duct tape stretched across them to mend it. The floorboard was just about worn through. It had 215,000 miles on it and I think Angus must have paid $800 for it. Probably cost that much to insure.
Well, Mary Beth had this dream about taking the car on a road trip all the way to Oregon. She wanted to see the ocean. But the damn thing had an oil leak and she put a quart of oil in it every time she filled the tank with gas. That’s what got me involved.
“Cole, would you help me fix my car?” she asked after she’d pulled into the drive. It was Sunday afternoon, which is the only reason I wasn’t out in the fields. I’d probably ride herd later in the summer to give the ranch hands a break. I’d go out for three weeks and each of them would come in for one week in rotation. It was pretty good. I liked being out with the cattle when we moved them to high ground. I wouldn’t go up till after my birthday, though. I’d been busy in the fields since school got out and had the first cutting of hay that I’d bale on Monday.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Pop said the oil pan gasket leaked. I drove all the way to Cheyenne and got a new gasket, but Pop says I have to fix it myself. I don’t mind doing it, but I don’t know how and I know you do.”
“Well, yeah. Ain’t nothing to replacing a gasket. Let me go ask Dad if he’s got some goop for it. We’ll pull it into the barn where the blocks are.” Dad fixed everything and he started me running for tools when I could hardly walk. It’s not like I love cars or anything, but I can fix it if I have to. For my cousin, I’d do it. Anything.
We pulled the car into the barn and onto the blocks—a pair of short ramps that raised the front end up about a foot.
“We gotta drain the oil first. Did you get oil for it?”
“Are you kidding? The way it’s been dripping oil, I bought a case and put it in the trunk,” she laughed.
I handed her a pair of coveralls and she looked at me strange.
“Your Pop said you had to fix it. I’ll show you how.” She pulled them on over her shorts and one of those tops that ties in front. That was reason enough to get her into coveralls. I wouldn’t be paying any attention to the car at all if I was looking at that the whole time. I pulled on a pair, too.
We slid under the car and I positioned an old enamel wash tub under the oil pan and fit the socket on the plug. Mary Beth put her hands on the handle and I helped pull enough to loosen the nut. Oil started spraying out right away and I laughed at Mary Beth with oil on her face. She glared at me, but she was pretty proud she’d just drained the oil out of her car anyway. We pulled the tub out from under the car and poured the old oil into the drum dad kept there. The co-op came by to pick up drums from the ranchers once every six months or year, however much it was needed. They filled our gas tank and the LP tank for the stove and water heater, too. After the pan was drained, we loosened the bolts holding it and then pulled it out to take a look. I showed Mary Beth how to clean it and we examined it for cracks. It seemed to be okay, but I swear that gasket had never been replaced. It was a mess and we had to scrape the bits and pieces off before we gooped it up and sealed the new gasket in place. Then we slid under the car again and I had Mary Beth bolt it up. I gave each of the bolts an extra turn after she finished and we put in the plug.
We put four quarts of oil in the little four-cylinder engine and then started it up and rolled it back down where it was level. We watched pretty carefully to see if it started leaking or over-heated or anything, but after about fifteen minutes it looked good. We went into the shop and used degreaser to clean ourselves up and Mary Beth took off her coveralls.
“Thank you, Cole. That was the second nicest thing you’ve ever done for me,” she said.
“Huh?” Yeah, I’m quick on the uptake. She didn’t need to explain, though. She just pulled my head to her and put a kiss on me that made me forget about what I was doing. I guess I got a little carried away, ’cause there was a grease-mark on that tie-together blouse she was wearing, right over her left boob. Mary Beth just glanced down at it and grinned.
“I better go home and get this scrubbed out before Mama sees it,” she said. “But since it’s already got a mark on it…” she pulled me in for another kiss and put my hand right back on her boob. Oh man! I was in heaven. I squeezed it gentle like and she moaned into my mouth and we made out like bandits for about ten minutes. Well, then she really did get in her car.
“Cole, how would you like to go for a ride on your birthday?” It was Sunday and my birthday was coming on Saturday. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more for my birthday than going for a ride with Mary Beth.
“Yeah. You think we could get away?”
“We’ll let ’em all have cake and ice cream and then I’ll take you to see the fireworks. Okay?”
“Thanks Mary Beth. You’re the best.” I leaned in and kissed her again a little and she drove away.
It all worked just the way she said it would. I baled and loaded the first cutting that week, but other than feeding the horses and pigs and tending to normal chores, there was no work on my birthday. It’s good when your birthday is a National Holiday.
I’m a firecracker. You know, born on the Fourth of July. In fact, on the Bicentennial, 1976. That was Dad’s joke. He lit a fuse in October and on the Fourth he got fireworks. It was cool, really. Dad and I were close in a kind of rough way. He wasn’t above beating my ass with a belt if I smarted off to Mom or if he caught me smoking behind the barn. Of course, he explained after that last one that if I was going to smoke I had to do it where I wouldn’t burn the barn down. Then he showed me his favorite place to light up out in the woodlot where there was even the remains of an old stone chimney to toss our butts into. Then we lit up together.
Shit. That was a long time ago.
Back to my birthday. We had a big family barbecue Sunday afternoon. Then when everybody was sitting around just being lazy, Mary Beth turned to me like it was a sudden inspiration.
“I never properly said thank you for helping me fix my car Sunday, Cole,” she said loud enough for everybody to hear. “How about if I take you to see the fireworks in Laramie? I’ll even spring for sodas. Would that be okay, Aunt Sarah?” My mom looked at us like we’d just grown two heads. Mary Beth and I had always been polite to each other, but we’d never gone out of our way to do things with each other.
“That’s awfully nice of you, Mary Beth, but if you are driving and spending all that money on gas and oil, I think Cole should spring for the sodas. Don’t you think so, Lily?”
“It sounds fair.” Shit. Where could I get money for sodas? I had maybe five bucks scattered around my room. Mom called me over and whispered in my ear.
“Take twenty dollars from the cookie jar on the kitchen counter and be sure you treat your cousin nicely. If she’d rather have a malt, you get her one.”
“Yes ma’am,” I said and ran into the house. Ten minutes later, Mary Beth and I pulled out of the driveway.
Once we were well out of sight, about a mile down the road, Mary Beth slowed down. As soon as she caught my eye she grinned and floored it. The little Cavalier fishtailed down the road spewing gravel and a cloud of dust out behind it. I didn’t think that 95 horsepower engine with a three-speed automatic would do that. I think the garden tractor had more kick in it. But Mary Beth had her fun and we laughed all the way into Centennial. That’s when she really surprised me. Instead of turning right to go into Laramie, she turned left and headed toward the mountains. I didn’t think the little car could make it over the pass, but she only went a few miles. She turned off onto the USFS road we use to get a truck up to the high pastures. She scraped bottom a few times, but we finally came out at the loading ramp where we’d drop supplies a couple times during the summer and where I’d be unloading my horse next Monday.
“What are we doing here, Mary Beth?” She reached across the console and pulled me to her for a big kiss.
“We’re making out,” she declared. “I’ve waited long enough, Cole. I’m eighteen and will be nineteen in two months. I’m outta high school and headed to Boulder this fall. I want to know what it’s all about. Cole, I want you to make love to me.”
“Wow! I mean. Why me, beautiful? I’m honored and all, but I don’t know nothing. And I’m your cousin.”
“Because you’re my cousin. Do you think I’d risk my reputation and getting a disease and all with somebody like Billy Summers? That makes my skin crawl. But you wouldn’t do that to me. And I’d never do it to you.”
“But…”
“Let’s just take my ‘emergency supplies’ out of the trunk and go find a nice quiet place to make out and see what happens,” she said, giving me another kiss. She sure took to kissing quick-like. I was punching a hole in my jeans, I was so hard. We grabbed her emergency kit and set off down the trail the other way from where we knew the cattle would be grazing. The trail opened up into a smaller meadow and we looked around to be sure none of the hands had come out this way looking for strays, but there was a gully between us and where the herd was and there wasn’t much chance of them being on the north side. Her emergency supplies kit was put together with a nice blanket, plenty of water, a few energy bars, a flashlight, knife, and compass. And a big box of condoms.
“You’re really prepared for emergencies,” I laughed.
“Well, I’ve only been on the pill for a few weeks and I don’t trust it yet. Beckie was on the pill and look at her.”
“Beckie’s pregnant?”
“Don’t you go telling anybody. Tuesday, I’m driving her over to a clinic in Cheyenne. They’ll take care of it and nobody here will ever know. We’ll just be safe, you know?”
“Well, if we get that far, sure. Mary Beth, I just think the world of you and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Outside of school, you’re really the only person I call a friend. I don’t want to do anything that would make you stop being my friend.”
“Honey, here.” She reached for my hands and squirted some of that hand sanitizer in them. Then she did the same thing herself. “I know we haven’t been mucking out stalls or anything, but this way at least we’re not spreading any diseases with our fingers. Now come here and kiss me. Make me believe I’m as beautiful as you say I am. Just kiss me, honey.”
Well, I don’t know if it was me doing the kissing or her. I guess we both contributed. I just know that she was running her hands all over my body, including places that nobody else’s hands had ever been. And she wasn’t objecting to me exploring either. I don’t know how long we kissed, but when I felt the soft round flesh and hard little point of her tit in my left hand, I had to pull away and look.
She’d managed to get my T-shirt off and I got her shirt opened up. My hand was up under her brassiere cupping a handful of heaven. I looked up at her face and she had her eyes closed and the prettiest smile on her lips I’ve ever seen. I leaned down and kissed her just a brush on her cheek and squeezed a little again. But it was a tight space.
“Let me show you how to take it off, honey.” I reluctantly pulled my hand out from under her bra and she lifted up enough to slide her arms out of her shirt. Then she rolled toward me. “Look. See where it fastens in the middle of my back. There’s three little hooks and eyes. You’ve got to unfasten it.” It took me a little struggle as I had to sit up so I could use both hands.
“Who helps you get this contraption on?” I asked.
“I fasten it in front and then slide it around and put my titties in the cups and my arms through the straps. It’s a lot easier that way and nobody has to help. Course, if you were there, I’d let you help me.” The straps came loose and she shrugged out of it. There were her titties sitting on her chest right in front of me and God and everybody. “You’re staring, Cole. Don’t you like them?” There was a real note of fear in her voice and she reached for her bra.
“Oh, Mary Beth! That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Don’t cover ’em up, beautiful. Please let me just look at you for a minute. I’ve seen pictures and all, but Lord Almighty! There just ain’t anything like this. You’re so beautiful, I just want to hold you and look at you and touch you and kiss you and…”
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
I pulled that sweet girl into my arms and let my hands walk all over her bare back as I kissed her and pressed her boobies against my chest. In all my life, I never felt anything like this. I kissed on her neck and shoulders and cupped her breast in my hand. I didn’t know too much about it, but I sure wanted to kiss those little brown points and give them a little suck. She seemed to be of a like mind and cradled my head in her hands as I put my lips on her nip. She moaned and I figured I must be doing something right.
Now I was no ignoramus. Sid’s brother kept us supplied with copies of Playboy. Sometimes those Forum stories that had me spurting without even touching the cowboy. But the reality of holding an almost naked girl in my arms and sucking on her tit was nothing like I was prepared for. I stroked up and down her belly with my hand and when I switched my lips to the other breast, my hand came up to comfort the first for its loss.
Mary Beth pushed me back and I flopped onto the blanket. She was on top of me kissing her way around my chest while I kept her boobies warm with my hands. Hell! I did not know that my nips were sensitive like that. I could feel my cock start throbbing in my pants and sat bolt upright. I practically threw her off if I hadn’t wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.
“Oh shit!”
“What is it, honey?” she said with some alarm.
“Oh God! I’m sorry, Mary Beth. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I’d… Oh shit.” I was so embarrassed I was ready to crawl home. I have to say I wasn’t being very manly now that I’d come. I had tears in my eyes when she looked up at me.
“Oh, honey. Don’t go crying. What’s wrong?”
“I… I come in my pants. I’m sorry.”
“Oh,” she sighed like it was a relief. “You come just because I was kissing you and you were holding my boobies? Really? Oh, honey. I really turn you on that much?”
“Mary Beth, you’re the most wonderful woman I ever met. And that ain’t just because were sitting here half naked. What you do to me, I didn’t even know was possible.”
“Well that’s good. Beckie told me that I’d enjoy it more if I got my man off before we made love. She said the first time she did it, he was in her and it was over before she got her engine started. I figured it would be harder to do than just me kissing on you.”
“I’m just so embarrassed to fill my pants like that.”
“Hey. We’re young. I’ve never done the things we’re doing and I guess you haven’t either. I come a little one while you were sucking on my nips. It was just so dreamy. So don’t be embarrassed. Let’s just get you out of those wet, icky jockeys. And you can do the same for me.”
“Really? You still want to… you know?”
“Honey, my panties are probably just as wet as your jockeys.”
She set about pulling my boots off and then my jeans and undershorts. They were plenty wet and sticky all right. She used the dry panel to wipe things up and then damned if she didn’t get some of that sanitizer soap and rub me down. The cowboy was ready to ride again in no time. She just looked at it and kept stroking on it.
“What do you like, honey?”
“I like what you’re doing. A lot. Maybe too much unless you think it’s best if I come twice. Oh Jesus, Mary Beth.” She stopped stroking me and laid back.
“Now you do me,” she said. I moved my bare ass around so I could reach her boots and pulled them off. Then I unfastened her jeans button and unzipped them. She shivered as the zipper came down.
“You okay, beautiful?”
“Oh yeah,” she sighed. “I’m just excited. Cole, nobody’s seen my pussy before ’cept the OB/gyn when she examined me and put me on the pill. Certainly, no boy. I want you to see me like I just saw you. I want you to touch me in all my special places.” Well, that was pretty much invitation enough and I pulled her jeans and panties down off her hips. She lifted up a bit so I could get them off and I saw the most beautiful light brown tuft of fur come into view between her legs. Everybody in my family is kind of dark blonde or light brown. Mary Beth was light brown, up and down. When the jeans were off, I ran my hands up both legs and she parted them a little so I could see. “Do you like it, Cole?”
“I like everything about you, Mary Beth. You’re beautiful. But, I don’t know what to do. What do you want me to do next, honey?”
“Just kind of lie here beside me and kiss me some more? Is that okay? And you can let your fingers do the walking and finding more places to touch. Just be real gentle and when you get close, I’ll show you where my little button is.”
Well, that’s what we did. We kissed and touched. I found her damp curls with my fingers and the slippery channel between her lower lips. She didn’t want me to push a finger inside her, but she guided it up to her clitoris and taught me how to rub her just a little right alongside it. And she did come. Then we just held each other for a few minutes.
“That was so much better than doing it to myself,” she whispered. “I’m so ready to make love to you, honey.”
“Do you want me to… like… lick it first? That’s what I read was supposed to happen.”
“Those are just stories. I mean, sometime, I’d like you to lick it. And sometime, I want to suck on your cowboy till you come in my mouth. But just now, I just want you to push yourself inside me and tell me that I’ll always be your favorite cousin and you really do think I’m beautiful.”
“There’s no question about that. You never think you’re beautiful because you’re tall. But I’m taller than you now. I don’t know what other reason you have to think you aren’t beautiful. You’ve got the sweetest face in the world. You’ve got the deepest green eyes I’ve ever seen with those little flecks of gold in them. I could look into your eyes all day.” While I was talking, Mary Beth was busy, too. She tore open a condom and pushed me back then figured which side was right side out and started to roll it onto my dick. I wasn’t quite hard, but it didn’t take a second of her playing there for me to come up full. It was a strange feeling rolling on one of those things. It cut in and put pressure all around my hard-on. When it was finally in place and I’d managed to pull the couple of caught hairs out of it, she lay back and opened her arms and legs to me.
“Come to me, Cole. Be my very first lover and let me be yours.”
I got between her legs and positioned myself where I’d felt her tiny opening. I looked into her eyes and she nodded. I pushed forward. I didn’t get very far.
“I know you want to be gentle, honey, and thank you. But you gotta push through that barrier. I know it’ll hurt a little, but I want it. Just, when it breaks stop and let me get used to you. Do it, honey. Do it.”
I did it. She gasped a little and squinted her eyes. I tried to stop, but just kept slowly sliding in, encouraged by her pulling at my hips.
There was a flash of a shadow on my left shoulder and I jerked my head around and saw a redtail hawk diving toward the meadow. My mouth was open, but it was that hawk that let out a long shrill cry.
Traveling: Loving Laramie
If you watch an old western on television and see a big bird screeching down out of the sky, chances are it isn’t an eagle’s cry you are hearing. The masters of the air have wimpy little voices. It’s almost a whistle. But that’s not very dramatic so the Hollywood types went hunting for a bigger sound that would match the majesty of the National Symbol. They came upon the Red-tailed Hawk. That predator isn’t as big as an eagle, nor does it fly quite as high. But its scream will fill a valley and freeze its prey to the spot.
My eyes snapped back to my lover, my sweet, sweet cousin, who had me wrapped tight in her velvet sheath and was moaning under me with her eyes tightly closed as I sank my full length into her.
“Oh my God, Mary Beth!” I said, closing my own eyes in ecstasy.
She slugged me.
I don’t mean slapped. I don’t mean love-tapped. She caught me with a round-house right to the jaw that knocked me clean out of the saddle. Or in this case, onto a saddle with the horn poking me in the ribs. Two beautiful horses, a buckskin and a pinto grazed near us.
What the fuck?
I retreated a little. She was staring at me while she reached to pull up her buckskin trousers.
“Don’t call me by your white whore names, Kyle Wardlaw! Go back and practice some more.”
“Wait, Laramie! I don’t know what happened. You musta misunderstood me. I said, ‘Oh my God, oh yes!’ That was it. Sweet Laramie, don’t get dressed. It’ll be good. I promise.”
“It hurt.”
“But the hurt part is over. Don’t give up before we get to the good parts.”
Something was really wrong here. I was hearing the words coming out of my mouth, but I wasn’t saying them. Laramie? Who the hell was this girl in buckskins who looked so much like Mary Beth that I still couldn’t tell the difference? And, where was I? The woods around me looked different and even the little meadow—it smelled different, sweeter. And now I was picking up more than the voice coming out of this body. I was hearing what he was thinking, too. It wasn’t all that pretty.
Kyle genuinely believed that if he got between the girl’s legs and started pumping, she’d be fine. It was his first time and all he knew about sex came from watching horses and cows and listening to the whores where he lived. It wasn’t my fight. I was getting out of here.
Well, that was a problem. I tried to jerk myself back into my real body, but all that happened was that this Kyle jerked back so hard he practically cracked a rib on that saddle horn. How the hell was I supposed to get back to me? And what was happening to poor Mary Beth?
The girl moved toward Kyle to see if he was okay. He was groaning, but I suddenly felt him tense and knew he was going to grab her and force her. Shit!
No! I screamed in his head. I stopped the hand as it was rising. I put him in his place and told him to sit still and be quiet. I could feel his consciousness receding and suddenly I had full control of the body. Maybe I could get out of this without having the half-breed girl kill us. Half-breed? So that was it. The things that Kyle knew were slowly seeping into my consciousness. Laramie’s mother had run off Cheyenne father and went to a reservation in Montana in 1872. Laramie and her mother had come back to live where her ancestors had.
And damn, she was beautiful. I could tell now some of the subtle differences between her and Mary Beth. Her hair was a little darker. Her eyes were like coal. And just as likely to catch fire.
“Laramie,” I said, finally making Kyle’s mouth work as I raised my hand slowly to her cheek. “Beautiful girl, I’m sorry I hurt you. You made me so excited I got carried away. I never want to hurt you. You are the most beautiful girl in the whole of southern Wyoming. Even your name is like you are the spirit of the territory. Let me show you how much I like you.” I was stroking her cheek and little by little she was leaning into my hand. I shifted down off the horn of the saddle and just leaned back, pulling her with me. She came a little hesitantly, but leaned in until I could reach her lips and kiss her.
She jerked back away from me and looked at me curiously. She touched her lips.
Kyle, you idiot! You didn’t even kiss her?
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You’ll like it. Taste my lips with your tongue. Just like I tasted you.”
What followed was about the sweetest most exciting thing I’ve ever experienced in either body. You’ve got to remember that when Laune walked up and kissed me in the bus parking lot, she pretty much smashed her lips against mine and rammed her tongue in my mouth. I was a little gentler than that when I kissed Mary Beth that first time, but I didn’t have much experience to go by and after the first one, we were zero to sixty as soon as our lips touched. Not so with Laramie. She bravely and tentatively touched my lips with hers and pulled back as if I’d bite her.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “Come here and kiss me, Laramie.”
She leaned in again and I made my lips as soft as I could and opened them slightly. She kissed me softly. Her tongue licked lightly at my lips and she was surprised when mine touched it. She pulled back a little and smiled then she came back for more. I just got lost in her. While we were kissing, my hand slid up under her buckskin shirt and I started playing with her tits. She didn’t wear anything under her buckskins and they were almost as soft as she was. I was beginning to see and feel more differences between Laramie and Mary Beth. Laramie was just a little smaller in the chest and was skinnier overall. I guessed she was pretty athletic and ate a lean diet. But her nipples were every bit as sensitive as Mary Beth’s and looked like they could be twins. I pulled the shirt up and over her head. She was beautiful, shy, and even a little aggressive as she started pulling at Kyle’s shirt. I helped as best I could getting it off over my head and suggesting in my mind that he could do with washing his clothes and his pits.
Laramie didn’t seem to mind too much and we went back to kissing with our bare chests pressed against each other. In any timeline and with any partner, I don’t think there will ever be a feeling that I like better than having my bare chest pressed against a girl’s bare breasts. We rolled over onto the coarse horse blanket. I pushed my pants off my legs, having to kick my boots off first. Laramie saw what I was doing and pulled her own trousers off. She lay back as if she expected me to just get on like Kyle had, but I lay down beside her instead. I kept kissing her and leaned down to kiss her little nips while I let my hand wander down her flat tummy to her sparsely-haired pussy. I wondered if maybe she was a little younger than Mary Beth so didn’t have as much hair. Well, I didn’t care. Whatever this timeframe was, she was an adult and an equal participant in what we were doing.
I found her slit was wet and slippery. She shuddered and moaned when I found her clit and started playing with it. Her eyes snapped wide open as she looked at me with a mix of fright and elation and came with a howl. She pushed me away. I thought maybe I’d gone a little overboard with the girl and we were back to square one, but her eyes trailed down my body (or Kyle’s) to a pretty impressive erection. Without another word, she threw a leg over me and got her pussy opening lined up with my cock and started sinking down on it. She was moaning and practically jumping up and down on my cock like a wild thing. I could feel the come boiling up in my balls and opened my mouth howl my own orgasm. Just as my mouth opened I saw the shadow and heard that unmistakable screech of Redtail.
Loving Mary Beth
“Oh, Laramie, I love you!” There was a moment’s disorientation as I felt the world roll me over and turn me inside out.
She slapped me.
I looked down and shook my head. Staring up at me were those green eyes with gold flecks that I’d come to love over the past few weeks.
“What did you call me? What? Am I so big you think of me as a whole city?”
“Ma… Mary Beth,” I panted. “Beautiful. You are just so beautiful. Don’t you think Laramie is just one of the prettiest words you ever heard? I had to scream and I didn’t want it to be vulgar. I didn’t want to yell ‘Oh fuck!’ because you’re too beautiful for that. But I just had to yell something and Laramie was the prettiest word I could think of.” Jesus, I was working harder to put this right than Kyle had with Laramie. I had no idea what had happened to me. I just knew that Mary Beth was the reality that I knew and I wanted her to be the center of my being.
“Oh Cole. I don’t know if I should believe you or think you’re full of shit. Do you love me, Cole? Like you said?”
“I do, cousin. I hardly know what love is all about, but I love you more than just as my next-door neighbor cousin.”
“Well, I love you, too, but you know we can never be like a couple, right?”
“What?”
“I want to make love to you whenever we can get away. I want to feel you kissing me all over. I want to suck you sometime and feel you spurt your cream in my mouth. But we can’t be a couple. We can’t be boyfriend and girlfriend or anything else, honey. You know that, right?”
“Yeah. I guess I know that, but I don’t want this to just be a fuck we had to lose our virginities. You know?”
“I know, honey. And it isn’t. It isn’t even over yet today, so let’s not borrow trouble from tomorrow.”
“Can we just love each other?” I asked. “Can we just—when we’re together—forget about what can and can’t be? Beautiful, you just gave me the most wonderful gift of my life and I haven’t even begun to show you how wonderful I think you are.”
“That’s my Cole. Let’s get that used condom off and get you ready for another round. I’m sure ready. That was terrific!”
So that was my first time. It’s funny how your mind works, isn’t it? I mean if anyone really knows how the mind works. In those first few strokes when I was inside Mary Beth, every one of which I remember clearly, I also spent a whole afternoon making love with a beautiful half-breed girl sometime back in the 1880s or 90s. And I remember every single thing that happened there, too. It’s like I have two different people’s memories in my head. I remember other stuff that was floating around in Kyle’s head. I know his horse was the buckskin and its name is Bolt. We were the same age, but I don’t know when his birthday is. And it was his first time, too, though he’d got a different idea of what was supposed to happen. Apparently, I only got the surface thoughts. I kind of took control when I discovered he was going to be an ass.
I don’t think he really is an ass. I think he meant right, but just didn’t know what he was doing. I hoped he and Laramie would work things out—partly because I was hoping that someday I’d get to ride in his head and body again and… and make love to Laramie again. I meant it when I told Mary Beth I loved her. But damn. When I screamed ‘Laramie, I love you,’ it wasn’t just my orgasm talking.
I wish I knew if she was real.
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