“Then let’s follow their example. Let’s go to the special place I used to go to as a young boy.” Bob stood and took her hand.
“Take me there. I want to see it with you. I want it to be special. I want it to be special for both of us. I love you. Take me up there with you. Take me away to your secret place.”
They waded across Cedar Creek downstream from the dam where Bob played as a child. As the cool fresh waters coursed over her legs, Barbara noticed an inside wetness as well. Anticipation moistened her.
Bob led her up a long fold in the mountain and up to a glen where the mountain briefly leveled off. She felt the exertions from the climb and was glad for a rest. “So this is where you came as a boy?” She smiled, looking at Bob. She was seeing the boy in her man, and she loved his happiness at being together where they were. “Are we almost there?”
“Almost. It’s a bit farther, but it’s going to be worth it, I promise.” Bob’s eagerness came through his voice. “The view is spectacular,” he assured her. “We just need to climb up this draw to a little spring that gushes out of the mountain about fifty yards from the top.”
“Oh, I’d love to see something gushing!” Barbara giggled her suggestive thought for Bob as if he didn’t already have the same idea. They resumed their climb to the spring. “Oh, it just gushes and gushes, doesn’t it?” she teased again. They fell to their knees and drank the cool water.
After they drank, Bob led her about ten yards farther upslope, where they came to a game trail. “This is deer highway. We follow it west for a while.”
Barbara looked at the rutted path. This was the trail the deer used when coming down off the pines on the mountaintop to drink at the spring. From the looks of the trail, it seemed to go off into nowhere. They followed it for a couple hundred yards into a deep dark pine forest. The trees were close together now and the trail itself grew smaller until deer and man needed to crawl through low pine boughs to move forward.
The ground became less compact as they progressed, the soft earth yielding to loose shale. Suddenly, just when it seemed the ordeal of crawling through pine thickets would never end, they came to a boulder-strewn clearing. Up above them was an altered rock wall, the remnants of a sheer, granite face that was disturbed by geologic forces millions of years before. Near the top of the formation were caves visible as dark entrance holes from the base of these cliffs. Hidden by pines and the steep pitch of the slope below, this amazing feature was invisible from the creek or the valley floor below. Seeing it for the first time, Barbara stood speechless. “You found this as a boy? You came to this place as a child? Weren’t you afraid to come this far?” She found it hard to imagine a child of four or five would attempt such an adventure.
“I needed a special place to go when I was a boy, a place no one could find me or follow,” said Bob, hands in his pockets as he shrugged.
“You could have died up there, or fallen off, and no one would have ever found you.”
“I know that now, but when I was a little kid I never thought about the risks. Are you afraid? Are you up for this?”
“I’ve been up for this all my life.” She held Bob close and kissed him full on his mouth. “Let’s climb. Lead the way, Big Horse.”
They climbed upward through the rock crevices to a near-level transom trail that arrived from nowhere and ended abruptly at the entrance of the Indian Caves. When their eyes became accustomed to the dimmed light, they made their way about ten yards into the largest cave. The cave walls were damp, ground water trickled down the one on Barbara’s left. It was a steady rivulet of glistening clear fluid against the black surface. She became aroused. There, inside the eternal cave by that curious trickle of life coursing over the ancient rock wall, her heart fluttered. I’ve come back to this place. My spirit was here before. I feel it. I’ve made love here many times before. This place sheltered my ancestors from storms and predators thousands of years ago. Big Horse’s spirit was here with me then as he is here with me now. We are living in our spirits. I am so ready. Her mind and body were ordained by the spirits for what was about to take place.
“Look, etched in the stone,” she exclaimed when she discovered the same markings Bob first saw when he was a boy. “There’s an arrow mark pointed up and there’s the mark of the ‘V’ beside it.”
“Yeah, I saw those when I was a kid. I wondered what they meant, and I’d forgotten about them. They look very old. Do you know what they mean?”
“Sure do,” said Barbara.” Follow me!” She was in her very own magical moment as she led Bob out of the cave, beginning to climb in earnest. As she placed one hand above the other, gripping the rock holds, she throbbed inside. This was the perfect time, the perfect place, and her perfect man. She climbed the mountaintop with her man and her dreams. Her life was with him. Their spirits were coming together. She yearned to consummate their beginning.
Outside the cave mouth she climbed higher on the rock face, never looking down, never looking back. She rose steadily upward to the protruding ledge that jutted over the top of the cave. There it was! That was the very spot that Bob came to as a boy, where he sat and looked out over the town, sitting and wondering what the world beyond was like. His spirit came there searching for her spirit from the time he was a boy! He could not know it then, but her spirit also searched for his from the time she was a child alone with her father. She often wondered then who would be with her when Father left, what spirit could have his strength or his love. What future awaited her beyond her father’s home and their tribe, and what would become of her?
Barbara was nimble as a mountain goat and equally sure of foot. She had five minutes alone on the rock ledge before Bob caught up to her. She squeezed her legs together, realizing all her dreams were about to come true, all her desires fulfilled. He was such a handsome, muscled pillar of a man. Barbara yearned to have him. “Hurry, hurry and come to me,” she whispered to herself, as if that would help him climb faster.
When Bob’s eyes reached above the level of the ledge, he saw Barbara standing naked on the very spot Bobby, the boy, contemplated the world. He climbed the final few feet and stood beside her upon the precipice.
This was a special moment for Bob, a moment of transition. All his childhood wonders about what mysteries lay beyond the town were mysteries no more. The truths, lies, hopes, and betrayals were all out there where he’d come from. He’d run the gauntlet of betrayals and survived. He’d defeated his once-dark thoughts of suicide. He’d endured the crushing loss of his father, the beatings from his mother, and the betrayals of his former partner and his second lawyer were all behind him. He’d consorted with the immoral siren Marty, partaken of her sweet lips and nectars, but fate spared him a life of jealousy and turmoil. Murder swallowed her future adulteries and her memory drifted quietly away, like the softly flowing Cedar Creek far below.
Bob had wrestled with evil’s many forms but now he was finally free. Life found its way and offered a loving hand to him. Like a little boy who dreamed that God would place a beautiful goddess in his bed, Bob was grateful to the Almighty for hearing his pleas. He spent a silent few seconds in reverence for this heaven-sent creature.
From the first moment Bob met Barbara, he knew there was something about her that enticed him and drew him toward her. He wondered if she’d had feelings for him, even when he was with Marty. In the deepest recesses of his mind, those places a man never talks about, he wondered if he might somehow, someday know Barbara intimately, if there’d ever come a magic moment like this. Her friendship felt much like his childhood friendship with Pam, but Pam wished to take him away from his career interest and was drawn to another man. Barbara only sought to enhance his career interests and had no thoughts of another man. Life unfolded much as Arlene, the nurse who first took an interest in him as a toddler, had prophesized. She told Bob the same wisdom her rabbi told her. The right woman would find him, and she did. Then there were Sharon, Rosie, and Marty. He desired all of them at one time or another, but life ra
ised barriers and prevented them from coming to him.
Life has a way of sorting through questions of relationships. It’s a good thing too, because they are too complicated for men to sort through.
She was always off-limits, but now she is mine. She is Little Sparrow, the mysterious silent woman. She is like the enchanted nature of the forest I knew as a boy. I will explore her forever and learn her ways. I will love her forever. I yearn to be one with her and now it is our time. She exudes sex so much that I always crave having her, but she never puts it out there to invite the gawkers. She is always guarded and so discreet, as if she guards a precious jewel. Other men can only salivate and wonder about what they can’t have. I will defend her from any harm or untoward advances from other men. They will not belittle her ethnicity or her family—my family. I will always uphold her dignity and honor. If I am challenged to fight for her, I will, just as I fought and bloodied ignorant boys in my school years. I will never tolerate any person who makes her cry or tries to embarrass her. I love her completely and will always give her the fullest measure of my devotion. I will devote my life to her and her causes. She is a special woman and she is to be my wife.
Bob always suspected Sparrow knew more than she ever revealed. He sensed she would never want a man who tried to force a relationship, so he left her alone those years. Besides, she’d told him early on they needed to wait. His heart now pounded with desires to hold her and embrace life with her. An upwelling of joy overwhelmed him. His eyes filled with happiness that gushed up from his soul.
Barbara knew this was the moment, the moment that culminated the vision she’d had for Bob the first day she saw him when he stepped off the elevator at UGGA. Bob was her destiny, her life mate. Soon, so soon, it was all going to come together for both of them. I look into his eyes and I see happiness. I know he wants me. What will it be like this first time? Will he be gentle? Will I please him? She would soon lie with him on the moss-covered outcrop, would soon feel him entering her. She was ready now, ready to go forward forever with Bob and never look back, never regret her choice.
As she smiled at the love of her life, a kaleidoscope of white Pieridae butterflies fluttered between them, attracted to the shimmering ultraviolet radiance of Barbara’s lustrous dark hair. One briefly lighted upon her hair, as if to give its blessings for what was soon to come. Then it fluttered away to rejoin the others. “So what do those ancient markings mean?” Bob asked, his eyes filled with wonder beholding hers.
“They mean this is a wonderful place for lovers to make love,” Barbara replied as she turned to Bob and closed the distance between them. As the daylight between them disappeared, so did the years of abuse in the insane asylum that was UGGA. Barbara took Bob into her arms, her body heat melting the cares of their past. They held each other in a close embrace. Happiness, appreciation, and love bonded them with a unity that would last and sustain them for the rest of their lives.
And so it was. On the secret mountain ledge while the soft voice of Spirits whispered through the fragrant pine forest, Barbara discovered Bob’s full measure as a wonderful, unselfish lover. Then the two lovers lay down together on the moss-covered outcrop and their lips met in a long passionate kiss. After a period of tenderness, with Bob lightly touching her inner thighs, Barbara opened her sex to his kisses.
Great Spirit of all Living Things, bless this day and always. Thank you for showing us the way. Our love is good and this will be a good day.
They began their lovemaking slowly. Bob, ever mindful of his mitzvah, began kissing Barbara’s pussy. He was painstakingly deliberate and gentle. When he coaxed her clitoris to arousal, he began gently massaging and caressing it with the underside of his tongue. She felt a sensation she had never imagined existed. As she ran her fingers through the shock of wavy blond hair positioned between her legs, she resonated with Bob’s loving tongue. She felt her body tremble and quiver as he stroked her clitoris.
I did not know this feeling existed. This is intimacy of the most endearing kind. He is mine now. He is everything I ever wanted in a man. I feel like I am floating on a cloud with happiness flowing out of my sex. I feel wonderful and so deeply loved. I wish this feeling would never end. I am blessed to have my Big Horse. He is sufficient in his own wealth, he earns his own income, and he loves me without selfishness or inhibition. He is a one-woman man and he never has eyes for another. I will give all of myself to him always.
She relaxed and released a full orgasm into Bob’s mouth while he continued working the magic of his loving tongue upon her throbbing clitoris.
“Big Horse, tell me, my lover, what made you want to do what you just did?”
“It’s mitzvah, a requirement that a man should wet his woman to prepare her for lovemaking. I’ve thought about kissing you there for a long time. I couldn’t hold back. I love you so much. When I kiss you there I don’t ever want to stop. I feel good inside knowing you feel my love for you. I wanted to do it to let you know how wonderful and special you are. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Well, Big Horse, I need to tell you something as a woman to a man.”
“Yes, Sparrow?”
“You are welcome to mitzvah with me whenever you wish. I liked mitzvah very much.” She giggled.
Bob clasped her buttocks firmly and lifted her toward his waiting penis. Her orgasmic secretions increased and coaxed Bob’s thrusts to increase their tempo. She was one with him. She could feel his penis throbbing with her delightful pulsing passions as it yearned to have more and more of her. All her other thoughts vanished from this spiritual moment. She spoke softly to her future husband. “Big Horse, now that I have given myself to you, you may have no others. You will be my husband. Our marriage will last forever and I will never share you.”
“I will be your husband, Little Sparrow. I want for no other woman and will never have another, only you. Our marriage will last forever, and I also will never share you with anyone. We will always be as one.”
Barbara’s inner spirit voice assured her that Big Horse would be faithful to her. He was a man of honor. She finally had all she wanted in a husband and a father for her children. She silently thanked the Great Spirit for the wisdom he bestowed upon Chief, and she thanked Chief for counseling her to be patient. Now she could give herself freely to this man. This Big Horse was now hers, all hers.
Just as Barbara was beginning to feel the onset of her second release, Bob rolled her over on her side while maintaining their connection. She was daunted at first, thinking that perhaps she would lose the sensation she was feeling, but that momentary uncertainty was suddenly swept away.
Bob grabbed her buttocks with his large strong hands and easily lifted Barbara on top of him. The outcrop had a slight down slope, and Bob lay with his head somewhat lower than his legs. The effect of this new position was wildly sensuous for Barbara. His penis, now rock-hard and fully swollen, had an uphill-angled position which placed it firmly against her clitoris. When Bob thrust upward into the deepest part of her sex, it made its presence known.
Never had Barbara experienced a swollen penis pressed firmly against her clitoris that way, with such strength and endurance. She loved the wild sensations she felt and wanted more and more.
She straddled him. He was hers, all of him, only hers. Her knees welcomed the welcome coolness of the thick bed of soft damp moss as she looked out from their mountain perch to the valley floor below. Barbara’s arousal was complete. She was with Bob in their new intimate world now. I belong to him and he belongs to me.
An ecstasy of pent-up joys she’d saved for years was about to release. It was unlike any feeling she’d ever known before. As their rhythm quickened, Barbara was transported to another time and place.
In her euphoric state, she looked down on the land below. Her mind was in another place and time. She had a vision of the valley below as it was before the whites came, the land as her people knew it. There was the river, its gleaming white ripples over blue water coursing south
where it joined the Cedar Creek. Both waters teemed with fish, and two braves were putting out seine nets along the near shore. The land was no longer a town with streets, squares, houses, schools, and churches; it was a wide and vast plateau rising abruptly above the bluffs that footed the river and the creek.
Below her spread out vast forests of chestnut, hickory, oak, walnut, birch, and maple. She could see men in hunting parties scouting for deer and elk with bow and arrow, and there, near the clearing where the tribe camped, was a boy putting out his snares for rabbits. In the camp clearing, she saw teepees and a few women tending a fire while others were bringing wood to fuel it. Still others were about gathering nuts from the forest floor. One woman was scraping an elk hide to prepare it for curing. It would help keep her family warm during the cold damp winter ahead. She could hear the dull chanting melodies of the tribal shaman and the laughter of the children. And there! She could see a woman with a papoose wrap and a bundled baby on her back. This land was her land by heritage, the land of the Munsee, the Unalachtigo, the Algonquin, and the Delaware.
This was land of the people, the land upon which the great chief Seneca once walked. These simple people loved this place, this land, and then, the white man came. The whites were hungry for land. They had to own land, a concept her peoples never understood. The land was, for her people, part of the gift to all from the Great Spirit and the ancestors.
But the white man coveted the land that was the Great Spirit’s. The white man wanted to clear off the mighty trees, kill off the animals, and put the land under the plow. He would, if left unchecked, defile the Great Spirit’s land. And so her people fought the white man, and the land below her became drenched in the blood of both her people and the whites.
And in the end her people lost these great battles, lost their historic usage of these lands. They moved west to the Ohio Valley, fought the whites again and again, and lost again and again. Her people were sickened by the white man’s diseases and the white man’s greed. They would move far to the west, become subsumed by larger tribes, and eventually even the larger tribes would be conquered by the palefaces.
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