Authors: Samantha Blair
I was still rather inexperienced, but I wasn't completely naive. I read a lot, and I knew that there were people out there who had more creative sex lives than I did. I wasn't ready to go all hog wild, but a little adventure could
n’t
hurt. Right? The problem was that it was hard to tell what someone's sexual preferences might be until you either asked them or had sex with them. I wasn't about to go whoring myself out in the name of sexual exploration. It was too bad that people didn’t fill out pre-sex questionnaires before doing it. At least that way, you’d have an idea.
Although I hadn't really spoken to him before today, I’d seen Cody around. He was hard to miss, and we’d lived in the same town for years. His hair was short now, recently cut, but he was one of the few cowboys I’d ever seen with a ponytail. It looked good either way, in my opinion, all sun-bleached from days out in the hot sun. Of course, he could walk around with a bag over his hair and still be attractive. His face was almost sharp, high cheekbones and a strong jaw line that was especially sexy when he came into the store after work with a five o’clock shadow.
Most of the times I’d seen him he wore faded Wranglers, just a little on the tight side, with a worn leather belt and a t-shirt that clung to his chest. I’d never admit it to him, but I’d taken a peek at his ass on more than one occasion when he’d been in the store. He had a fantastic backside. What surprised me, though, was that I wasn’t the only one looking. When had he taken an interest in me?
I was pretty sure that his ranch was out Rt. 77 just south of town. Everyone knew everyone here, especially the cowboys. He was young to be running a ranch, and if I recalled correctly, he’d done quite well at least year’s rodeo. His upper arms were a great testimony to that. He was tanned and perfectly sculpted. He could probably lift me with one hand.
I pushed that thought from my mind. It made me imagine too many other things.
My dad was working the late shift. He wouldn't be home until early tomorrow morning. He would never know if I went to the party. It was just a bonfire. What was the worst that could happen? I didn't answer my own question. I was the sheriff’s daughter. I knew it was stupid as fuck to go out there by myself.
I tried to focus on my work, ignoring Mike and Jamie as much as possible and trying not to knock over anything, as was my frequent habit in the store. I finished up right at nine and made a final decision. I was going. I wasn't going to let stupid Jamie dictate what was appropriate behavior for me. Cody had said this would be a no pressure evening, and I was banking on that.
I debated running home to change, but I was already wearing jeans and a t-shirt and I had my hoodie in the truck. Plus, I was afraid that I would back out if I let myself relax in the comfort of my room. If I hated the party, I didn't have to stay. I could always go home.
I hadn't really needed the map. This town wasn't that big, if you counted by stoplights, and I knew where the ranch was. He said to just turn in
to
the drive and follow it back past the main house to the guesthouse. It was easy to find. I parked my truck on the side of the dirt road behind a short line of other vehicles. I could see the fire burning a little ways up on the hill.
I opened the truck door with my heart in my throat. What if this really was some kind of a joke? Had he really expected me to come? What if he’s only invited me here to humiliate me some more? I had barely started my as
c
ent when a figure came jogging down the hill. I could barely make out his silhouette with the fire behind him, but I was pretty sure that it was Cody.
"Kat," he called when he got closer. "I'm so glad you came. Come on up." I met him halfway, his face still dark under the rim of his Stetson, but more distinguishable at a closer range. He put his arm lightly around my waist, and I wasn't sure if he was trying to keep me from falling on the rocky path or simply initiating physical contact. I discovered that I was fine with it either way.
Cody introduced me to his friends.
There
was a mix of ages and genders, and I was surprisingly comfortable. It had always bothered me that high school was so homogen
e
ous in terms of age. I was really looking forward to college, which I hoped would provide a greater range of diversity.
There were crude wooden benches spaced out around the fire. Cody pulled me down on the bench beside him, and we talked across the fire and around the circle to the others. They had a case of beer but no one was really drinking to excess like I had seen at some of the parties with Jake's friends. Cody offered me one, but I declined. I was comfortable here, but not
that
comfortable. Cody had been nursing the same beer for the whole length of time I'd been
t
here. I wondered if he wasn't a big drinker or if he was cutting back for my sake.
The conversation was light and funny. I found that Cody had a good sense of humor. Now and then someone would come out with a story of something crazy that had happened out on one of
the
cattle drives, and I would wind up laughing until my stomach hurt.
After an hour or so Cody said he would be right back, and
he
disappeared for a few minutes. When he returned, he had a lit camping lantern in his hands. He leaned over and asked me quietly if I wanted to go for a walk with him. "In the dark?" I asked, ever mindful of my clumsy feet.
"Don't worry," he teased, "I’m tougher than anything we’re gonna find out in that pasture."
I stood and followed him away from the fire. He laced his fingers with mine and used his other hand to hold the light. We walked a short distance away from the crowd down the other side of the hill. I was a little freaked out, but the path was pretty easy to follow, and it seemed as if Cody knew this place very well.
"Having a good time?" he asked.
"Yeah, thanks for inviting me."
"I knew you would. I'm really glad you showed."
When we were out of sight of the fire he slowed his walk and set the lamp down on a fence post where it cast just enough of a yellow glow that we could read each other's expressions. Without really touching me, he used his body to back me up against the rough bark of a large shade tree. I bit my bottom lip. I had been wondering if his sexual comments from earlier would ever come into play. My skin was tingling. I was aching for him to touch me.
"Are you afraid, sweetheart?" he asked softly.
I shook my head; I wasn't afraid.
He leaned into me, slowly closing the space between us. His fingertips lightly grazed my hipbones. I expected him to kiss my lips, but he tilted his head and pressed his lips to the skin just below my ear instead. I let out a gentle sigh. I had no idea how to behave.
"Tell me, Kat. Do you want me to touch you?"
I swallowed hard. My body was screaming “Yes!" but I couldn't manage to form the words. I settled for nodding my head up and down. He chuckled lightly against my neck as I did.
"Oh no, pretty girl. You're going to tell me. Tell me what you want me to do to your sweet little body."
I could feel my hands trembling. I was so nervous. This was so unlike anything with Jake. Cody was strong and powerful, and his self-confidence was undeniably sexy. He seemed so aware of his own body and the effect it had on me. A small whimper escaped my throat before I could stop it.
He laughed softly again. "It's okay, beautiful. I'll help you." He increased the pressure on my hips, pushing me firmly against the tree and standing so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. "Are you a virgin, Kat?"
I fought hard to find my voice. "No, but I... um... there was just Jake."
"Oh yes. The boy who managed to bore you with his inability to fuck your sweet little mouth."
My cheeks grew hot. I couldn’t respond to that.
"Mmm," his lips vibrated gently against my skin. "I fucking love the way you blush." He sucked gently at my pulse point, and I felt my heart rate double. My heart was thumping so loudly I was sure that he could hear it.
"What is it that's making you blush that way? Huh? Are you embarrassed because you want to try it again?" He leaned forward a little f
a
rther, pressing his hips against me. His hands slid around and gently squeezed my ass. "Do you want to know what it feels like when it's not all sweet and gentle?" In one graceful movement, he lowered his hands and lifted me by the backs of my thighs, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he pinned me against the tree.
He left one hand under my leg, helping to support me
,
and moved the other
hand
up over my hip until he was cupping my breast. The heat between my legs was almost unbearable as he rocked against me. "Would you like it if I took you right here against this tree?"
Oh God. I felt like I was drowning in sensation. What was he doing to me?
"These are not rhetorical questions, Kat. Answer me, or I will stop." He pinched my nipple, and I couldn't help but cry out, my head lolling back against the bark.
"Yes,
to
all of it," I finally managed. "I want you."
"Say it, Kat.
‘
I want you to fuck me.
’
"
"I want you to fuck me," I repeated. God that sounded so filthy.
If Jamie could hear me now.
I squirmed harder, pushing myself wantonly against his solid body. The pressure was exquisite. We were still fully clothed but the way he was making me feel was incredible. Never had I imagined this—the sensation was so intense.
Fuck. Just a little more.
"Good girl," he purred. "I want you to cum for me, just like this. Think about how it's going to feel when I have you tied to my bed, and I'm fucking you hard. I want you to be completely helpless under me, taking every inch of my cock."
A moan escaped my lips. I wanted to be embarrassed, but I was too overwhelmed with sensation to care. I forgot the rest of the world and concentrated on the sound of his voice and the feel of his body as he pushed me relentlessly toward the brink. He increased the pace of his hips, and I dug my nails into his shirt, hanging on for dear life.
"That's right, beautiful. Let go." He tugged hard at my already
sensitive nipples and bit down gently on my shoulder. I cried out, startled at the intense combination of pain and pleasure, and fell into the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.
How could he do that? He hadn’t even undressed.
He was laughing when I finally regained my senses. "Well," he purred, "I hope that wasn't too boring for you."
I shook my head no. I hadn't yet regained my breath. He set me gently on my feet, and held me until he was sure I could stand on my own. I laid my head on his shoulder and took a couple of deep breathes while he supported me. My underwear felt like a sticky mess, but it was worth it.
"We better get back before they start talking about us," he said. "What time do you need to be home?"
It took me a minute to process the question. "Um, my dad is working the night shift, so as long as I make it home before dawn I should be okay."
“Great. I’m not ready to let you go yet. What does your dad do?” he asked.
“He’s the sheriff.”
I was a little startled when she told me who her dad was. I had no idea that she was the sheriff’s daughter. I knew him; his name was Mark Lake. I didn't know him real well, but he’d helped us get out of a pickle a month or two back when a couple of cows from the neighboring ranch pushed their way through a fence and stopped up traffic. We got along fine, but even so, most dads would have issues with me binding and spanking their little girls. I figured we were going to have to define this relationship pretty quickly if we wanted to avoid an awkward situation.
It had been my intention to take her into the pasture, scare her a bit, arouse her, and then leave her hanging, but that hadn't happened at all. When I felt the heat at her core it was all I could do to keep my cock in my pants. I had to watch her cum, or I would go mad.
Fuck she’s hot.
I had wondered for weeks what she would look like at the peak of an orgasm. It was far better than my imagination. I wanted to make her do that again and again, but I knew that my friends would comment if we were gone too long, and I didn't want Kat to be too embarrassed. I was getting the distinct impression that it didn't take much to embarrass Kat.
We went back to the fire, and I formed a plan in my head. Once everyone else left, we would sit and talk it through. I would tell her what I expected of her, and she could choose to take it or leave it. I didn't usually start speaking so bluntly quite so early, but given who her father was and her young age, we needed to do this as soon as possible.
Eventually the guys all trickled off leaving Kat and I sitting alone in front of the still-roaring fire.
"Kat, can we talk about something?"
"Sure."
"First off, how old are you?" I had been dreading this question. Seventeen was the legal age of consent in Montana, but I would really feel better if she was eighteen.
She laughed. "I'm eighteen. How old are you?"