by Candy Quinn
“Say,” he began in a secretive whisper, “since I already gots the fishin’ done for you... how’d ya like ta pop into the woods a bit with me? I got a lil’ shelter nearby. An’ then we wouldn’t have ta worry about yer Pa runnin’ inta us,” he offered hopefully.
“Sure. We have a few hours at least before they’d come lookin’,” she exclaimed after glancing back towards the farm. Her feet were clad in the same, simple sandals and they looked strangely easy to walk in.
“I’d like to see, anyways,” she added.
Grinning with excitement he kissed her lips again fast, “Good! Ain’t never showed no one my hideaway before, hun. You’re the very first,” he declared, unwrapping his arms around her and taking her hand. Leading her across an outcropping of rocks over the creek, they came to the trees upon the other bank. It was another sunny day, and it lit the trail beneath the canopy as they made their way towards what had been his form of solitary confinement before now.
“How long have you been ‘round here?” she asked curiously, obviously intrigued by the strange, new man in her life. She found him so handsome and charming. Her knees were already weak from wanting him, but she had no knowledge of how to express it. All she knew was that touch seemed to be the best way.
He kept a firm hold on her petite hand, his calloused thumb rubbing over and feeling each groove of the back of her palm and her digits. “Months,” he answered with a smile for her and her alone. “Came here ta get away from all the fightin’ an’ death. Even loneliness beats that, Miss Amy, I don’t mind admittin’.”
She frowned at him, but she was still inquisitive, “How come I never ran into you before? I’m here fishin’ a lot...” she trailed off. Her life was usually such a rush, it wasn’t often she got any time to herself. Especially not time alone with a male stranger.
With a shrug he replied, “I live a ways away, an’ often times I’d go further up the creek ta fish an’ clean,” he explained. It took a while to reach his hideaway, but eventually it came into sight or, at least, it neared. It was hidden well beneath the boughs of evergreen trees. “Here,” he announced, leading her around to the secretive entrance, pulling it open and revealing his retreat.
On the inside, it had the look of a mineshaft. Stonework lined with wood. It wasn’t extravagant, but for something he had put together by himself with limited tools in the span of a few months, it was cozy, warm and dry. “It ain’t much, Miss Amy, but it’s mine. An’ yer welcome to it,” he reassured her.
She seemed quite taken by the idea of having his own private place, and she smiled up at him gleefully, “Ohh!” She took a step inside and looked around at the walls, the ceiling, “I love it! I used to build forts and things with my brothers ‘fore they died, but this is way nicer!”
She responded to his secret getaway like an excitable child, positively gushing over it.
Grinning at her enthusiasm, he stepped in after her, leaving the door open for a while. Reaching up, he slid a wood panel in the ceiling, letting in some bough-filtered light through a gap in his hideaways roof. “Was plannin’ on makin’ somethin’ bigger with time. Had no idea your folks was so close,” he explained, watching her appraisingly as he took off his heavy overcoat and laid it aside.
“I don’t ‘ave much, I’m afraid. Can’t offer ya a lot, ‘cause I can’t visit the towns,” he gestured past his shelves and sacks towards a nook at the back where he had set up a makeshift bed. Elevated a couple feet off the ground, it was little more than a wood platform with a bed of moss covered in blankets. “After seein’ ya the other day though, I started gettin’ new ideas fer things ta do round the place,” he smiled as he stepped up beside her, placing a hand on her arm again.
“I don’t need for nothin’,” she told him genuinely, not wishing for him to waste anything on her, “We’re doin’ alright. Not great, but better than most people.” She looked over to him for a long while, scrutinizing him in the filtered light. “When’d you run from the war?” she probed, no malice or disappointment hidden in her tone.
Looking down to her with his handsome, middle-aged face, he smiled at her innocent question. “Jes’ before I came here,” he said. “I saw too many a’ my boys die fer no good reason. Saw too many a’ boys die on the other side too. Couldn’t much abide it any longer,” he said with a hint of pain. Looking into her eyes though, it didn’t last.
“I put in too many years for that stinkin’ war anyhow,” he explained. “Began ta forget jes’ how good life could be. Then I met you, and learned I never knew in the first place, Miss Amy,” he said softly, brushing the backs of his fingers against her pigtail and cheek.
She was so susceptible to his flattery, and her face flushed with his compliments. Everything about her seemed brighter and more luminous when his kind words caressed her ears, and she leaned up to enwrap him in a hug, “I’m glad you left. I wish everyone could come home, you know? Just so simple as that.”
Holding her, he shut his eyes and enjoyed the feel, savouring her compassion. “I wish that was true too, sweet Amy,” he said with a soft dreamy air to his words. “But, if’n that were true, I would never have fled ta this forest. I woulda gone back east, an’ then I’d never have seen you approach that creek, ready ta steal my heart away fer good.”
“I didn’t steal anything!” she protested, softening slightly once she realized what he had fully said, embarrassed by her outburst. She stroked his cheek, “Still, if the Up Above had a plan for us to meet, the Up Above would see to it one way or another. They know what they’re doin’.” It was an unusual religious iconography, drawing from a sect that was thought to be long ago defunct, but she seemed committed.
He had no religious faith after all his years serving, but hearing her talk like that made him smile. It made him harden. He pressed himself to her firmly, “Ya really believe we were meant ta be, sweet Amy? S’that what yer tellin’ me?” He brought his face down to her level, brushing his nose against hers as he stroked a hand down her spine towards the end of her shirt. “‘Cause I sure hope it is. I wouldn’t like ta think I was meant to end up with any but you.”
“Nothin’ happens without reason. It was my time to become a woman, I’m sure of that now. I was ready an’ I knew what was gonna happen the second I saw you. I just knew you were supposed to be the one. I was so scared, but I couldn’t leave ya. You saw that I couldn’t, even though I tried. There couldn’t be any other reason for that.”
A little bit of her naivety seemed to have vanished and he squeezed her tightly, for it made him quake with desire against her. “I want ya so bad right now, Amy,” he declared in a husky low voice, edging her towards his crude bed. “Hearin’ ya talk like that...” he gave a low rumble, almost a growl, “ya don’t know what it does ta me.” But she could have an idea, the hard swell of his cock pressing against her stomach.
She still didn’t have a full understanding of the mature language he was using, but still it excited her in a way that nothing else had. She felt the flutter in her stomach of pure knowing, awareness of what was going to happen, and enthusiasm for the act itself. She wasn’t as shy as the day before, but she was still passive, letting him do most of the work. It was in her religion that the elder teach the youth, and she fully expected him to be quite on the same line of thinking as she.
After all, as secluded as she was, she had never known someone that didn’t share her beliefs.
Nudging her back, bit by bit, towards his bed, he kissed along her cheek and down to her neck, feeling her pigtail rub against his nose as he did. His strong hands felt out her slender form, pushed up her shirt and nudged down her skirt at the same time, the materials rubbing at the pert swell of her rear, the side of a breast. “I brought ya inta womanhood,” he reiterated her earlier declaration, the very notion of it exciting him, “an’ we should be together from now on ‘cause of it, Amy.” He clamped his mouth over hers, kissing her long and hard, blocking off any answer for a while before he relaxed.
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nbsp; She agreed, even if he did silence her from answering. She let him guide her, so pliable and easy to move. She was so light and thin that it took barely any strength for him to manipulate her body. There was an excited tremor that kept running through her, and she could hardly wait to feel her second time. First time pain, second time pleasure, she reminded herself excitedly. She knew little of the workings between a man and a woman but the sacred texts did outline certain realities.
Stopping at his bed, he took a step back from her, looking over her slender frame with smouldering desire. He brought his hands up and began to undo his cotton shirt, going down the row of buttons revealing his broad, hard chest and the light coloured hairs that peppered down across his firm abs. With a shrug, he let his shirt fall back, “I barely slept a wink last night thinkin’ on you. Us. Meetin’ again,” he confessed, undoing his pants.
“Me neither,” she admitted in turn, her hands still uncomfortably at her sides, unsure of what to do with them. She still needed guidance, and was too prudish or uneasy to try to touch herself without explicit direction. Still, she didn’t seem to notice her awkward posture as she was so fixated on him. Watching his process of undress was something so different and strangely erotic, she couldn’t turn away.
Smiling wryly at her meek confession, he reached out, taking her tiny hands in his and guiding them to his chest, pressing her palms against him and guiding them along his skin. “I swear ya look even prettier taday then yesterday,” he said, releasing her hands after providing some guidance. “Them pigtails, girl... ya look so good in them,” he declared in a tone that suggested his charm and verbosity had betrayed him. He popped open his pants, pushing them down a few inches to let his large cock throb out, stiff and hard, glossy at the tip with the residue of his desire.
She wanted him so badly. As much as he craved her, she craved him in return; his hardness where she was soft, his certainty where she was modest. And yet there was a weakness to him as well, a tenderness that endeared her further. It was something her brothers had held as well, a passion and vigour for life and love. She was smitten, and as her fingertips glided along his darker flesh, the skin on her arms bumped with excitement.
He smiled at her actions, trailing his gaze back to hers as he slid a hand along her arm to her face, caressing it softly and letting the red hair of her pigtail rub over his knuckles. His thumb touched her lower lip, “How is it they gifted me with such fortune as ta fall in love with a woman like you, Amy?” He brought his other hand around to her backside, feeling the exposed measure of ass flesh before pushing the garment down further, shedding her of it entirely.
A pleased sigh escaped her lips as she readjusted herself to his hands and motions, kicking off her sandals and moving to the bed to lay bare from the waist down. She seemed so at peace with her partial nudity, no longer reserved or hesitant about it. She wasn’t the soaking wet yet frightened woman from the day before. Instead she was excited and happy, her motions far more relaxed.
He couldn’t help but grin in the brief moment of delay before he climbed onto his knees at her feet. He slid his hands up her bare legs, parting them widely to make room for his hips as he lowered himself and kissed her mouth. With a moist smack of his lips to hers, he let the tip of his cock touch her mound, as he unbuttoned her blouse.
She touched his hair, curious about the different feel of it. Where hers was fine and soft, his was thicker. She enjoyed the differences between the two of them, and she felt blessed. She couldn’t believe that such a rugged, handsome man would be taken in with her sweet looks, but her sea blue eyes tilted upwards in thanks.
Undoing her blouse entirely, he gently pulled back the garment to reveal her chest which was flattened by gravity. His mouth moved from hers down along her neck as he kissed and suckled at her petite little nipples, showering them with affection as he struggled to restrain himself from ravaging her.
Flicking her stiff buds with his tongue he rose up from them an inch, breathing heavily, “Do ya want me in you again, Amy?”
She moaned against his flicking tongue, her back arching to him as she nodded. A hasty ‘yes’ hissed out from her lusty mouth. She wanted him more than anything, even more than yesterday, though it was in an entirely new way. A way that was born of sureness and affection, even bordering on what a young woman that was so secluded from the world would mistake for love.
He was not an inexperienced man. He had known love before, and logically, rationally, knew this was infatuation. Lust. However, it didn’t stop him from being lost in the naivety of the moment and murmuring, “Gods, I love you, woman,” as he pressed his two thumbs into her soft inner thighs, prying them apart as he pushed the bulbous crown of his cock to her slit.
She was achingly wet for him. It was true that she hadn’t slept the night before, and all the way here she had been excited to see him once more. Physically and emotionally. Her body arched to accommodate his form, her sex so desirous of his.
He wasn’t terribly patient before the altar of her young, beautiful body, and yet again he pushed down inside her with little delay, groaning with pleasure as he pierced her cunny to its very root. He panted a little as he lodged deep down inside her, not from exertion, but from the feel of her tautly gripping twat as he throbbed against it, testing his reserves.
She was still a bit sore, admittedly, but it wasn’t the pain or discomfort of the time before. Or, at the very least, it wasn’t to the same degree. Her thighs pressed against his as her lithe body was pinned beneath his strong form and the two became one again. Her breathing was not the tepid little breaths of the day before, but instead were heavier pants of excitement that echoed his.
With his cock lodged firmly in place, his hips began to tug back, then push in. He slid his two hands up from her thighs across her pale stomach and breasts, over her neck and then took her two red pigtails in each hand, holding them firmly. He watched her as he began to fuck her atop his handcrafted bed, building up momentum more gradually this time. “Yer too perfect, girl. Musta been fated... like ya said,” he groaned, the soft pat of his balls hitting her ass cheeks becoming audible in the small room.
It was an amazing feeling, and the bed - albeit uncomfortable - beneath her only added to the authenticity of what she was experiencing. She knew this had to be fate. She didn’t believe in random chance or coincidence. Her arms flung around his shoulders as she pulled her body to his, “You’re the one. Always meant for me.”
He still wore his pants, but they rode down low, showing much of his own prominent, well sculpted ass as he began to piston into her harder and faster with each passing moment. He kissed at her face, tugging her pigtails lightly to bring her lips to his, then muttered in a low rumble, “You feel better’n anythin’ I ever imagined before, sweet Amy. I don’t ever want this ta end.”
Perhaps that was the real reason he had kept himself so well groomed after all this time in isolation. Perhaps it was fate intervening, rewarding him for running from the war, providing him a beautiful and willing mistress to his forest home.
She was so much more noisome in the small abode, and as he became lewder with her, her pants and moans grew in turn. It was a sexual blend of sounds echoing off the makeshift walls, surrounding them fully.
With her in his own place, so willing and receptive, he had grown more daring. He watched her through narrow slits of his eyes as he fucked her harder, their loins making wet noises as he bucked, his hands tightening around her pretty pigtails. Seeing her looking so beautiful, pleased and innocent before him, he felt compelled to tempt fate, to be more crass, more daring with her. He tugged her hair, pulling her face up, and bringing her lips to his.
She was so responsive to him. There was nothing in her that led her to question his motions, and her lips met him eagerly, kissing him the way that he had shown her. As he fucked her longer, there wasn’t the same pain anymore, and as she sat up, he began striking her in a new manner that caused her to quiver violently.
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eping her positioned so by the grip on her pigtails, he kissed her with repeated, loud smacks of their lips. The bucking of his hips sent his thick cock into her deeply, causing his torso muscles to tighten and expand, his pecs and abs appearing chiselled before her as he struck her loins so perfectly. “Ya feel so good ‘round my cock,” he murmured between kisses, “I’ll go mad if I ever lose yer sweet body, Amy,” he grunted in barely understandable words.
She loved him for his crude charm and she rewarded him by delving her tongue between his lips, struggling to press as much of her pale flesh against his as possible. It was no easy task, for she was still so new to the act, but it felt oddly natural at the same time. She almost knew what to do, but there was no refinement or skill to her actions.
All the passion and lust that the young woman felt for him, though, made up the difference.
Her inexperience did nothing to dissatisfy or deter him. It only made him want to teach her more, do more to impress and satisfy her, even in the face of his overwhelming desire to just plumb her depths and get his own pleasure. He was afraid that holding her pigtails might be too much as he tugged and pulled them to guide her, but she accepted it so well, and he loved the feel of them. From the moment he saw her walk out of the woods towards him with the pretty braids, he wanted to take hold of them and pull her into carnal delights.
His cock swelled within her again, throbbing wildly, as he tugged her face in tighter, kissing her harder before releasing. With a hiss of gratification, his handsome face contorted, his blonde ponytail bobbing behind him, “Too soon... I wanna keep ya here forever.”
She was fucked stupid and silent, her eyes glazing over with ecstasy, and though she hadn’t known true pleasure so early in, she thought she had. He was perfection. He was all she wanted to fill her days with, from here on out. She was obsessed.
