He kissed her deeply and fervently, pressing his body against hers. She could feel him getting hard through his pants and she thrust her hips outward to create some friction. He groaned and broke the kiss, looking into her eyes as he thrust his own hips into hers. She moaned out and every inch of her skin felt like it was on fire. He slipped his hands under her shirt and pulled it off her, tossing it off to the side as he looked down at her full breasts spilling from the top of her bra. He pulled her forward into a kiss as his hands moved to her back, unclasping her bra and pushing it off her shoulders. He dipped his head down and sucked briefly on each one of her nipples before dropping to his knees in front of her. As he kissed her stomach, she felt him fumbling with the button and zipper of her pants. He finally undid them and pushed them down off her hips, hooking his fingers under the waistband of her panties to drag them down with her pants. He stood back up and kissed her, running his hand down her side and over her lower stomach until she felt his index finger running up and down along her slit until she got wet. He slipped two fingers inside her and she moaned out, letting her head fall back against the wall.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he whispered in her ear as he continued to finger her. She moaned out and panted, eventually crying out when she felt his thumb press down against her clit and bring her to orgasm. She had never experienced something like this and she was already ready for more of him. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and waved it around until she snatched it away from him. He took that moment to undress himself as quickly as he could, exposing his rock-hard and very large cock. She gulped at the sight of it, knowing she had never slept with anybody so large. She opened the condom wrapper and rolled it over his pulsing cock, feeling his thick girth between her two hands.
She breathed heavily, feeling ready for him by how turned on she already was but still slightly anxious about his size. He eased her down onto the floor and spread her legs, positioning himself at her entrance. He held the base of his shaft and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her dripping slit. Her hips rose up of their own accord and he took it as an indication she was ready. He pushed the head of his cock in first and already she could feel herself being stretched. She grabbed tightly onto his arms and nodded, closing her eyes when she felt him very slowly slide in the rest of his thick, long cock. She moaned out, half in pleasure and half in pain, from being stretched by him. He pulled out slowly and entered her again, just as slowly as he had done the first time. He did this a few times, giving her time to get used to his size, before he began thrusting at a moderate pace. She did not ease up on her grip of his arms but she did open her eyes and catching him staring at her boobs, bouncing with every one of his thrusts.
In a few minutes’ time, he began thrusting a bit faster and grunting. She knew he was about to cum so she let go of one of his arms in favor rubbing and squeezing her clit. He took the opportunity to grab one of her boobs but he was already too close to the edge to do much more. His hips began to jerk violently, once again setting off mixed pleasure and pain in her, as she continued playing with her clit. He grunted and held on to he hips as he finished and she lifted her hips in a gyrating motion until she reached her second orgasm. When she was done, he pulled out of her and stood up. He looked around until he spotted the bathroom door and walked over to throw away the condom and wipe off his skin. He came back with a couple tissues and cleaned her off before lying on the ground next to her and pulling her in to cuddle.
Four months later, it was the morning of her graduation. She had successfully completed all her coursework and passed her final exam. There was a knock at the door and she opened it to see Mila, her best friend, standing there with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. “Congratulations!” She threw her arms open and pulled Aubrey into a hug. It was unbelievable she was just a couple hours away from walking across a stage for her graduate degree. It was even more unbelievable she had already secured a job due to how well she had performed in the practical leg of her coursework. They walked to Mila’s car and much to her surprise Antoine was leaning against it waiting for them. He looked up at her, incredibly handsome in a suit, and smirked. She gave a little cry and ran up to him, giving him a kiss on the lips. “I thought you were going to meet me there!”
“We decided on a little change of plans,” Mila said as she slipped into the driver’s seat. Aubrey beamed at her best friend and then at her boyfriend. After their first official date, they had continued to date and become an official couple not long after. It was not until she was studying for her final that they felt free to publicly be together so it would not be as frowned upon. But they were completely, and almost hopelessly, in love. And Mikaela had never been more open or happy or hopeful as she was now with Aubrey’s guidance and presence in her life. Everything was falling into place and Aubrey felt extremely excited about what the future had in store for her.
THE END
The Outlaw’s Mail Order Bride
Chapter 1
Billy Jameson had finally snapped. Everyone knew Billy was rowdy and as wooly as a mammoth, but this time he had gone too far. He had overstepped his bounds again and now everyone in the good town of Woodfern knew it. He was an outlaw, a rascal and a young hooligan who didn’t seem to respect anyone or anything.
“Attention!” the boy screamed, right in town center, his monstrous voice carrying just fine for a twenty-year-old ruffian.
Silas Manderson cowered, sweating, crying and saying his prayers. The old man could barely stand it. Everyone knew Billy was trouble, sure, but no one ever thought he would stoop this low. Silas clutched his hat and shifted his sloping glasses back onto his head.
“I want ya’ll to listen up,” Billy said. “I know there’s a no good son of a bitch named Silas Manderson still alive and walking around somewhere in town. I done killed all his friend. Done killed all of his horses. And now, I’m gonna kill Silas.”
Silas opened his eyes wide and gasped, trying to fit under the table inside the office so that he might escape certain death.
“ And if anyone tries to butt in or stick their head where it don’t belong, I’m gonna kill them and their horse. Got that? This here business is between Silas and I, and we’re going to settle this like men.”
Billy shot a gun up into the air and smiled. “Ohhhh, there goes another man down. I shot him down like a pigeon.” He was a rough looking but handsome young man, another one of these ruddy Jesse James-worshiping bad eggs that loved the ladies and loved raising trouble. But Silas had never seen him like this before.
Billy fired a second shot into the air, still laughing.
“And there’s another man dead. Hear that, Silas? I’m coming for you. Hey look, there’s Silas’ horse coming right now.”
Billy fired a third shot into the open air and grinned. “Damn, that horse went down like whiskey. Sorry Silas, but you called this carnage upon yourself.”
Meanwhile, Silas was cowering under the desk and trying to remain as quiet as possible. Billy made it clear that enough was enough and it was time to settle things like men. As far as he was concerned, Silas was the one who started the whole thing, waving that damn record in his face. This was the wild west, after all, deep Texas, and a man’s courage was his only real credit in a town like Woodfern.
“Well, I guess you’re going to make me hunt you down like a dog, Silas. If that’s the way it has to be, fine. But if I have to come in there…you ain’t going to like what I do to you. Got that?”
Silas shut his eyes in resignation. Maybe this really was his day of destiny. Maybe this was all she wrote. He slowly emerged from under the table, shaking off his trembling fears and determined to go out and get what was coming to him. Maybe if he stood up to Billy Jameson, the boy might spare his life. Maybe. But who knew just how crazy the little bastard was?
He was crazy all right, but not in the way Silas was thinking. Just then, a group of about five men all came out to the town center, laughing and making eye contact with Billy, cont
inuing their rehearsal. They all sat on the dusty ground and then sprawled out, pretending they were shot dead.
Billy fired a few rounds into the air, just to make it theatrical. He took a new box of bullets out and reloaded.
A few moments later, Silas slowly walked outside the building he was hiding in, holding his hands up and facing Billy.
Billy smiled and stared him down, playing with his gun and nodding. “So…you miserable old monkey. You finally decided to come down and accept your fate?”
“Y-Yes. I have. You want to duel me. Go ahead. At least you know that I wasn’t a coward.”
Silas looked around the empty town center seeing only six men, flopped on the ground and motionless. He shook his head in revulsion—Billy had killed them all, or at least that’s what it looked like.
“You started this, you know,” Billy said.
“You owed me a debt,” he replied weakly.
“Yeah and I said I’d pay it. But Jesus, Silas. You got to make it hard for everybody don’t you? You goddamned leech. See around these parts, I have what is called good credit. I answer to one man. My daddy, the sheriff. You know my daddy, don’t you, Silas?”
“Yeah, I do,” Silas said, his sweat dripping like a well by now. “And I know your daddy would never approve of murder.”
“Who said I murdered anyone?”
“Look all around you!” Silas said, pointing to the bodies lying all over the ground. “You think Sheriff Jameson would approve of this? You’re mad, boy! Mad!”
“Maybe we’re all a little crazy, Silas,” Billy said, giving him those hyena-like eyes that he knew Silas feared. “But you ain’t going to be worrying about none of that. Now prepare to meet your maker. Walk ten paces backwards and you come out shooting. Because I don’t mess around.”
“But…I don’t got no gun,” Silas said.
“Here, use mine, ya old goose.” Billy through him a spare gun he had in his pocket.
“I…I’ve never used one before.”
“It ain’t surgery, son,” Billy said with a laugh. “You just cock it and pull the trigger. And then you come out blasting. Got it?”
“I guess I have no choice,” Silas said, looking a bit pale.
“That’s the spirit. Now you show all of Woodfern how much of a man you are.”
Billy turned around and walked, trying not to laugh, but enjoying Silas’ humiliation greatly. Silas turned and walked ten paces, trying to fumble with the gun and figure out how to use the blasted thing.
“One…two…five…” Billy said, noticing Silas speeding up at the sound of his voice. “Eight…nine…”
“Wait!” Silas screamed.
“Ten!”
Billy turned around and screamed firing his own gun like a maniac.
Silas screamed and fired back fumbling with the gun and barely pulling the trigger once…then twice…then a third time.
Silas looked around…then down to his shirt. He didn’t notice any bulletholes or open wounds. He looked back up to Billy’s face.
Billy’s expression was blank. His body went into a seizure and then fell to the ground cold.
Silas opened his mouth in alarm. “Oh my Heavens. I killed him. I…I killed the sheriff’s son…”
Sheriff Jameson had heard enough and walked down to the center of town from the barber shop just up the street.
“What’s going on?” the big-bellied sheriff asked a local housewife who was watching the fiasco from a distance.
“Sheriff Jameson,” she said, turning her face to see him. “Your son is causing a commotion again.”
“What’d he do?”
“Well, I don’t know exactly. But apparently he has Silas Manderson convinced that he’s on a killing rampage. He had six men fall down and pretend to be dead. Then he staged a duel to the death. They both fired blanks. And then Billy lost.”
The sheriff cracked a smile, and put a hand through his graying black hair. “You’d think Silas would know it was a prank in the fact that he actually won a gunfight. That fool doesn’t even know how to fire a gun.”
The sheriff walked out slowly eyeing the staged “carnage”, and shaking his head at the piles of fake dead bodies everywhere. He found Billy’s convulsing body particularly ridiculous.
“Sheriff Jameson!” Silas said, running up to him and still holding the gun.
“Silas.”
“Something terrible has happened.”
“Oh?”
“I killed your son.”
“Did you, now?”
“But it was an accident!” he said. “He was threatening me. I had no choice but to outdraw him.”
The sheriff stifled a bit hearty laugh. Silas sure was full of himself even in the face of death.
“Well, I guess he got what he deserved, huh?”
Sheriff Jameson walked passed Silas and three other fallen men and kicked Billy in the shoulder.
“Oww!” the lad said, rolling over and jumping to his feet.
“What the hell!” Silas screamed. “You bastard! You lying bastard!”
“You shoulda seen the look on your face,” Billy laughed, as did six of the newly “resurrected” fellows who stood up and applauded.
“Damn kids! All of ya!” Silas said with venom. “You ain’t heard the last of this. I’ll get you for this! You make a fool out of me?”
“Hell, Silas. I don’t even have to try much to make a fool out of you. You make it so damn easy.”
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, toying with people like that,” Silas pouted. He wagged his finger and stomped off. “And you, sheriff, you let your boy get away with murder. You know that?”
The sheriff stared Silas down and sighed. “All right Silas. It’s a prank gone wrong. No sense fighting about in public.”
“A horrible prank!”
“I can’t believe you thought you had won!” Billy said.
“All right that’s enough,” the sheriff said. “Silas, go home. Billy, what in the hell are you doing?”
Billy’s actor friends and Silas dispersed leaving the two generations of Jamesons to talk things through.
“Come on, dad. You’re sticking up for Silas Manderson? He’s a tax accountant, the worst kind of snake in the world. He wanted to come and get in my face with his little piece of paper saying I owe a debt? I just thought he needed a good humbling.”
“Well, that’s not your job to humble government people now, is it? That’s someone else’s battle. Not yours.”
“Everything is my battle, dad,” Billy said with a cocky smile. “I’m ready to take on the world. I’m all about fighting for injustice, you know. That’s all Billy Jameson stands for is sticking it to the powers that be.”
“I think what you need, son,” the sheriff said with a stern look, “Is some kind of life for yourself. You’re twenty years old and you’re still acting like a damn twelve-year-old, pulling pranks and kicking sand in people’s faces.”
“What else is there? I got money in the bank. I’m a part time bounty hunter. I make ends meet. What, you got to straighten me out and make me stop having too much fun? Is that your goal in life is to make sure I’m miserable as you.”
“Well, that’s one way of putting it,” he said, tightening his frown. “But sometimes real life can be enjoyable, you know. Sure beats living like a kid your whole life.”
“Oh don’t worry about me, old timer,” Billy said. “When it comes to women and whiskey, I’m a professor of the craft.
“Yeah,” the sheriff said, eyeing him and soberly thinking about the future. “Well if it’s the last thing I do for you as a father, it will be to teach you that there’s more to life than having fun.”
“That’s your choice, sheeeereeeef,” Billy blabbed on. “I ain’t going to live that way. And if you’re so damned unhappy all the time maybe it’s you who needs to stop living in the real world and start enjoying your twilight years. For once.”
Billy walked away, uninterested in the rest of th
e conversation. It was a brilliant prank and that’s all that mattered.
Of course, Sheriff Jameson had to pick up the pieces of the mess his son had made. He met with Silas at the bar late that night, after giving a few hours of thought to his troublemaking son and his bleak future.
“I’m not going to take you or him to court,” a happily drunk Silas told the sheriff. The two bed had ordered a few drinks and were just now reaching that happy state of surrender where they were drunk enough not to care how much the world has screwed them.
“I remember what it was like to be young, you know,” he said proudly. “I pulled pranks in my day. But with Billy getting up in years, there’s going to come a time when he pisses off the wrong person. Most folk aren’t as forgiving as I am. Some of them can actually shoot too.”
“I know,” the sheriff said. “The boy just doesn’t seem to want a career for himself. He doesn’t even want a girl. He gets girls but he doesn’t want to keep them, if you know what I mean.”
“That’s another thing that’s going to get him into trouble, you know,” Silas said, gulping down another shot. “One day he starts fooling around with a taken woman. The next thing you know, he’s got a whole posse coming for his head. It ain’t like the good old days anymore. When you could talk things out. Nowadays, everybody wants blood.”
“I hear ya, Silas. I just be damned if I know what to do with him.”
“Well,” Silas said with a smile. “You know what I would do if I were you and had to administer discipline?”
“Silas, you old coot. You ain’t never even had children.”
“Well no, no I haven’t. But maybe that IS what makes me the expert here, Tom.”
“All right. What’s your brilliant idea?”
Silas leaned and whispered near the sheriff’s ear. “You order him a mail order bride. You force him to grow up through baptism by fire, as they say. Throw him into the room with a woman twice as crazy as he is, and he’ll have to grow up fast. Or die by a fiercer creature.”
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