“Savin’ them kisses for your fiancé?”
An image of Millie, naked and panting filled my mind. “Y-you let me go!”
“Then give me the necklace.”
“No!”
“So be it.”
He grasped my face, holding me in place as his lips descended, covering my mouth. I tried to kick him, but layers of petticoats and bustles prevented me from affecting him in any possible way. I had never kissed a man before. Edmund had given me several chaste pecks on the cheek, but he wouldn’t have dared take it any further. My “lessons” from Millie had given me a taste of what it was like to have a tongue inside my mouth, which was an experience I relished. The stranger’s skill was something I hadn’t expected. He pressed me to the window and all but seduced me, ravaging me with his silky and persistent tongue. I didn’t want to enjoy the unexpected encounter. The length of his body crushed me, as heat poured through the layers of clothing, bringing the stinging shame of red to my cheeks.
His lips were on my neck, nibbling and sucking. “Oh, no…” I breathed.
“I should kidnap you…take you with me.”
“Yes, I-I mean, no!” I had to push him away. Perhaps, after one more little kiss. “Ooommm…”
His lips were over mine with an urgency that should have shocked me to my senses. My arms wound around his neck, and I pressed myself to him, every nerve ending in my body suddenly craving his touch. But…we wore so many clothes…far too many.
“Sarah!” screamed a familiar voice in a lilting brogue. “You let her go!”
“Ouch! Jesus Christ!” he yelled. Millie had hit him with her shillelagh. The walking stick thumped across his back. He flung his arm around, grabbing the weapon, and tossed it to the other side of the car. “I should shoot you for that, woman!”
“You leave that girl alone!”
“Irish bitch!”
“Oh, you haven’t even seen me angry yet, mister.”
The sound of a revolver discharging had our attention. Disheveled train robbers rushed through the car. “Run for it! There’s an Army sergeant on board! We gotta get outta here, Brack!”
He stared at me. “It was nice meetin’ you, Sarah.” I was tongue-tied and paralyzed, my body buzzing with arousal. “I really should take you with me. I’d like to finish what we started.”
A man in a torn corduroy jacket grabbed him. “Time to go!” They raced to the next car, disappearing from sight.
I gazed at where they’d gone, feeling numb and disappointed. I would never see that horrible man again…and that was…unfortunate.
Millie smiled crookedly. “That good, eh?”
“What?”
“The kiss.”
“Oh, it was…oh, never mind. He stole my ring!”
“He would’ve taken a lot more than that if he had the chance.”
I struggled to compose myself. “I need to fix my hair. I need…a nap.”
She smiled knowingly. “I completely agree, my dear. A good lie down will set everything to rights.”
After the drama at breakfast, I found myself in my camisole and drawers, reclining on the small bed, while the train continued to vibrate. We would be in Chicago the next morning.
Millie’s hand was on my thigh. “You liked that man.”
I nodded. “I did.”
“It wouldn’t be wise to tell Edmund about the kiss.”
“I won’t.” Her hand slid into the waistband of my drawers. “Oh, Millie.”
“I have to see something.”
“What?”
“If you’re as wet as I think you are.” She’d found the juncture of my thighs. “And you are.”
“I couldn’t help it…oh…Millie…” Her fingers drove into the silky wetness of my pussy. I fell to the bed, as her thumb grazed my nub. “Oh, yes…”
“Would you have let him have you?”
“No.” Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
“If you were alone, in private?”
I smiled, tingling where she touched me. “I…probably…but no, of course not. I can’t. I’m…engaged.”
She lowered my drawers, pulling them off. “For an outlaw he was a handsome one.”
Curiosity had won out. “Tell me,” I implored. “What does it look like?”
She clucked. “Oh, you dirty girl.”
“Please, Millie. I want to know.”
“You’ll find out soon enough with your husband.”
“But, you’re supposed to be teaching me about all of that. How will I learn anything, if you don’t teach it?”
She rummaged around inside a travel bag, bringing out a brush. The end is about this long, and the tip looks like the top of a peach.”
I eyed the brush. “That long.”
“Some are longer. Shaun’s was crooked on the end.”
“You mean bent?”
“Yes.”
“Was he the only man you’ve ever slept with?” She gave me a look. “He wasn’t, was he?” I scooted closer. “Oooh, do tell, Millie. Tell me everything.”
“You’re a strumpet, Sarah. You’ll have to solve the mystery on your own.” She unbuttoned her blouse. “We have an hour before dinner. Let’s not waste it talking.”
I bit my lip. “They get hard when they’re near women, right?”
“If they’re excited.” She tossed the shirt aside and removed her corset. “Why?”
“I could feel his…thing.”
“I’d be surprised if you didn’t. You’re a beautiful woman. I’ve seen the way men look at you.”
“You have?”
“Yes, my dear. Wherever we go, you turn heads. You have for years.”
“Oh.” That was mildly shocking.
Her chemise, drawers, petticoat, and bustle ended up on a chair. “Now lay back like a good girl.”
I shuddered at the tone in her voice. “What are we doing?”
“I’ll start by pleasuring you with my tongue.”
“That’s a wonderful place to start.”
“Then perhaps we can try something new.”
“Like what?”
“A position where we fuck each other at the same time.”
“How sinful.”
“Oh, my dear. You have no idea.”
Chapter Five
I kissed her, driving my tongue into her mouth. My encounter with the bandit had emboldened me, giving me a fearless edge and a desire to be more aggressive. I held her face, kissing her madly, biting on her lower lip and lapping at her mouth.
“What in heavens has gotten into you?”
“Oh! Millie! Touch my pussy…please.”
“Let’s get this off first.” She grasped my camisole and pulled it over my head. “You have magnificent breasts.”
“Yes, that’s all good, but touch me.” I grabbed her hand. “Touch my pussy.”
“You’re soaking wet.”
“Oh! If you do that a little longer I’ll explode. It won’t take long. I’m almost there.”
“I haven’t even touched you, girl.” She seemed slightly astounded.
The little I was receiving wasn’t enough. I pounced on her, straddling a leg and began to grind myself against her. “Oh, Millie!” Something strange had happened to me that I couldn’t quite explain. In my mind, I saw the bandit, and my body seemed to think her leg was his cock. I went mad rutting on it, nearly insane with want. “Oh! Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry!” I threw my head back and moaned, while sparks flashed behind my eyelids and the world tumbled into rapture. I rode her shamelessly, enjoying the dwindling convulsions of my orgasm. I collapsed on the bed. “Ooohh…”
“You little tart.”
“I’m sorry.”
“My leg’s all wet.” Her hand was on my stomach. “You used me.”
“I did,” I laughed. “That was fun.”
She smacked my thigh. “You’ve become an unruly student.”
“It felt so good.”
“You’re more like your mother than you think.�
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I turned on my side, holding my head in the palm of my hand. “You keep saying that. What do you know?” I pushed her. “Tell me.”
“I’ve heard stories about Africa. Orgies and things. There was a great white ape also. I think your mother knew him.”
“Tarzan.”
“You’ve heard of him then?”
“I met him. He’s no ape. He’s just a man.”
“It’s my turn now.”
“But what else do you know?”
“Isn’t an orgy bad enough?”
“That sounds exciting.”
“Hold your tongue! Don’t think things like that.”
“I’m not allowed to do them, and now I can’t even think about them? That’s hardly fair.” I giggled at her shocked expression.
“Lay back. I’m going to show you something new.”
“Oooh…I love new things.” She straddled me facing the other direction. Her thighs were on either side of my face, and her pussy was rapidly approaching. “What on earth are you doing?”
“I’ve heard of this. I want to try it.” Her finger drove between the swollen lips of my pussy.
“Oh! It’s so sensitive.”
“And wet.”
“Millie! I think I’m going to like this.”
“It would surprise me if you didn’t.”
I giggled, “I’m not that debauched.”
“I beg to differ.” She lowered to my mound. “Suck me, you dirty girl.”
“Oh…ooommmm…” I buried my face in her moist center, relishing the slightly musky aroma. Her tongue was in my pussy, and it felt slinky and wet. I buzzed all over again, my body humming a sensuous tune. I grasped the pillow and shoved it under my head to hold myself up. Then I tongued her and used my fingers, which rubbed over the distended lump of her clit.
“Oh, girl…that’s so good.”
I would have answered, but I was preoccupied, sucking gently on the scalloped edges of her labia. I rubbed her clit, and she moaned repeatedly; the soggy lump was even longer and harder now. She drove a finger into me, while using her thumb over my sensitive nub.
“Ooohh…Sarah…” She pressed herself to my mouth, wetting me thoroughly. “Oh, fuck me, girl! Fuck me!”
I wasn’t the only one was aggressive that afternoon. I thought I might drown from the deluge that trickled down my throat. She was incredibly aroused. I hurtled towards another orgasm with a woman’s vagina on my face. Grasping the soft flesh of her hips, I bucked mine up to feel her tongue over me. This happened repeatedly, until I gasped and moaned, my entire body trembling in a series of mini-shocks.
“Millie!” She sat on me, driving her cunt into my mouth. I thought I would surely suffocate in the sodden folds, but she groaned then, shuddering, rubbing her core hard and low.
“You dirty girl! Oohhh…” she gasped.
Exhausted, I collapsed against the pillow and sighed. “I like that position. It’s mutually beneficial.”
Millie giggled and fell to the bed, laying in the other direction. “It was marvelous. We should nap for a while. Then we have to get ready for dinner. That bandit aroused you.”
“Mmmm…” He sure did. His image flitted through my consciousness. It was the last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep.
Dinner that evening was a low-key affair. The topic of conversation had been the train robbers, who, by all estimates, had made off with more than twelve thousand dollars worth of money and jewelry. They were known as The Corbett Gang, led by Brack Corbett. He and his accomplices had robbed trains from Ohio to Iowa, extending as far West as Nevada. Lawmen and bounty hunters were in pursuit, including several Pinkerton detectives, who had boarded the train at a depot in Indiana. Millie and I had been asked questions about the incident, and I had given a statement, recollecting the sanitized version of events. I omitted kissing the handsome outlaw, and I buzzed every time I thought about it.
The next morning, after we had pulled into Chicago’s Central Depot, I waited anxiously with Millie, while porters brought down our trunks. There was a lake breeze, which filled my senses with the smell of the ocean, but that was impossible because Lake Michigan was a fresh water lake. Perhaps, it was the vague aroma of fish that tricked me into imagining this.
“Sarah!” A man’s voice called out above the din. Scores of people came and went.
“Edmund?”
“My love!” A tall man approached wearing a cutaway morning coat and ascot tie. His handsome visage was adorned by an enormous smile. “There you are. How was your trip?” He took my hand, kissing my gloved fingers.
“It’s so good to see you, Edmund. We were robbed.”
“What? I’ve hardly had time to read the papers. Are you all right?” His brows drew together. “You weren’t harmed, were you?”
“No, but they made off with my engagement ring.”
“I’m so sorry, my dear. How awful.” He glanced at Millie, tipping his hat. “Mrs. Doyle. How are you?”
“I’m well, Mr. Lakewood, and you?”
“My man will bring the luggage. You’re to go with him. I’m taking Sarah home. I want her to meet my sister, Isabelle.” He smiled charmingly. “Come, my dear.” He held out his arm, and I placed my hand on his wrist. “I’ve a new toy to show you. It’s a Spider Phaeton.”
I glanced at Millie. “I’ll see you at the house.”
The corners of her mouth turned down. I knew she was upset to be left with the bags, but she was my appointed travel companion, and I suspected my mother was paying her a wage. Edmund would never socialize with an employee, and, as we approached his sleek new conveyance, which only seated two, it would have been impossible to bring Millie along. I was caught up in the excitement of being alone with Edmund and the thrill of the city, which had fully recovered from the fire of 1871. The bustling metropolis held gravity defying skyscrapers, all within reach of the Mississippi and the Great Lakes. Immigrants and business tycoons alike found the jobs and opportunities to be plentiful, and they came in droves.
We arrived at an enormous redbrick structure with a bright red roof, just as the household staff filed out to greet us. I was taken aback slightly by the gesture, and, as Edmund held my hand, he helped me down from the lightly sprung carriage. I met the staff briefly, and then I was ushered into a marble entryway filled with a curving staircase.
“There she is,” said a woman’s voice. She glided towards me dressed in a Princess-line walking dress with a matching hat. “I’ve heard so much about you.” She grasped my hands and brushed my face with her lips in greeting.
“Meet my sister, Isabelle. Isabelle, this is my fiancé, Sarah Collins.”
“I know who she is, silly.” She linked her arm through mine. “Let’s have some tea. You must be exhausted. Sleeping on a train can’t be restful.”
The warm greeting astounded me. Edmund’s parents had been stiff and reserved. I’d even wondered if they liked me at all. Isabelle was a delightful surprise, and from the friendly gleam in her eye, I suspected we might even be friends.
As she led me into the drawing room, she said, “I’ve heard about your ordeal. Those horrible train robbers! How exciting. You’ll have to tell me everything. I do love a great adventure.”
That evening, before dinner, Millie made her feelings known to me. “I know I shouldn’t complain…”
“Oh, go on,” I sighed. “I know you want to.” I stuck another pin in my hair, hoping that this time, the wayward curl would stay in place.
“A Spider Phaeton? Why not a hansom cab? Who drives a respectable young woman through town like that?”
“Oh, Millie.”
“It’s hardly appropriate. And there I was in a wagonette.” Distaste marred her features. “I’m just as important as luggage.”
I wrapped my arms around her, as she sat before a mirror. “Poorest dear. You’re so sore tonight.”
“Ay, that I am.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I shouldn’t comp
lain. I know my place. You’ve nothing to be sorry about.”
“You’ll always be special to me.”
She snorted in reply. “We’ll be late for dinner, if we don’t hurry.”
I slid my gloves on. “I like Isabelle. She has a marvelous sense of humor.”
“She’s a pretty woman.”
My brows lifted. “Is she now?”
“Her figure is ravishing.”
“It is.” I eyed Millie carefully.
“Those breasts might just put us to shame.”
I snatched my fan from the dresser, hitting her arm lightly. “Your observations are always so naughty.”
“I appreciate the female form. Think of me as an art student admiring a sculpture.”
I somehow doubted that was how she viewed women. “Go on.”
“Her face…she’s really lovely. That tiny nose and those lips…hm…” Her gaze drifted towards the wall. “She’ll never be as beautiful as you…but…she’s close.”
“You think like a man.”
“What?”
“When you look at women, you see them in a sexual way, don’t you?”
She shrugged. “I see beauty, Sarah.”
“But you tingle in places, don’t you? You think about them without clothes on. You imagine what their breasts feel like and how wet they are—”
“Now that’s enough!” A pink shadow appeared over her cheeks. “Let’s go down. We’re already late.”
I laughed, reaching for the doorknob.
Chapter Six
There were four of us at dinner, because Senator Lakewood and his wife were in Washington. We ate chicken tartar with broccolini and pecan pie for dessert. The conversation was light and fun and entirely unpretentious. Isabella, who had gone to school in England and traveled extensively, was charming and unique. Her opinions about Sitting Bull where shocking, as she sympathized with his plight. Her views on women being able to vote appealed to me, although Edmund disagreed passionately and interrupted her frequently. She had been engaged to a banker, but he had contracted consumption and died last year.
After dinner, Edmund kissed my cheek and bade me a good night. He was going to his club downtown. We were leaving for Omaha in the morning, and Millie and I would have the luxury of bathing in gas-heated water. As we undressed in an upstairs bathroom, I admired her figure, while she stood before a mirror, staring at her face.
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