Sapphic Cowboi (20 page)

Maggie was so tired she never heard the dogs
bark as Peter came to milk the cow. He saw the new horse in the
barn and was surprised as he looked thoughtfully at the house.
Instead of pouring the milk out for the chickens he took it to the
house. “Hello” he called as he opened the back door.

Maggie reluctantly awakened; one hour of
sleep was just not enough after what she had been through. She got
up realized she still had her house robe on and tightened the belt
as she went to greet Peter; she glanced at Ariana who appeared to
be asleep. At least her eyes weren’t staring sightlessly off into
space anymore. She quickly left the room to greet Peter.

“
Good Morning” she
practically whispered as she saw him in the kitchen.

“
Good Morning, when’d you
get back?” he asked surprised to see her in a housecoat instead of
her usual dungarees and shirt.

“
Just this morning, a couple
of hours ago” she answered with a yawn large enough to split her
head.

“
In that much of a hurry to
get home eh” he grinned.

“
Not really, I’ll tell you
later, I’ve got to get some sleep” she said grumpily not willing to
tell what had happened, not yet.

“
Okay, well here’s your
milk” he held up the pail and put it on the kitchen table. “I’ll
get back to my place, nice horse you brought home, you can tell me
later” he said as he slipped out the back door.

“
Thank you Peter, for
everything” she said gratefully as she watched him go.

Maggie turned and headed back to bed debating
about sleeping in her own bed or joining Ariana in hers again. She
chose to sleep with Ariana because she was worried about her, or at
least that’s what she told herself. It didn’t take long to snuggle
up to her and fall back to sleep.

She woke to screams echoing in the house,
echoing in her head, making her heart beat madly around its cage of
her ribs. Sitting up from a dead sleep to the screams coming from
the woman beside her had Maggie a wee bit disoriented, the strange
room, the strange bed, the screams all causing different alarms to
go off in her system. She turned and gathered Ariana into her arms
trying to hold the thrashing woman down, she was stronger than
Maggie had thought she would be and in her panic she hit her elbow
on Maggie’s nose.

“
Ouch jeez Ari, wake up,
WAKE UP!” she shouted using her whole body to hold her down and pin
her to the bed.

Slowly the screams subsided, slowly Ariana
stilled on the bed as her eyes focused, as her brain cleared, as
she became aware of Maggie straddling her, her legs holding
Ariana’s to the bed her hands holding her wrists, her hips holding
down Ariana’s, her chest heaving from her exertions as she looked
into her face. Maggie could see that this time Ariana’s eyes
weren’t vacant, she was aware, no longer the child, but the woman,
a hurting woman, but the woman she had known. As she calmed Maggie
began to become aware of the position she was in on top of
Ariana.

“
Are you okay?” she asked
softly, caringly.

Ariana looked deeply into her eyes and
hearing the care in her voice, the emotions, reached up with her
mouth to kiss her in reply. Maggie froze and her hands released
their hold on Ariana’s wrists. Ariana took advantage of that to
bring her hands down and one held Maggie’s head in place as she
used the other hand to caress along her back and hold her in place
against Ariana’s body. It was obvious to Ariana that Maggie was
unschooled in kissing but Ariana didn’t care, she wanted this woman
for so long and to find her against her when she awoke was too
delicious not to pursue.

Maggie hesitantly kissed her back unsure of
how to do it right but enjoying the feel of their lips together. As
Ariana’s hand held her head in place she let her take the lead.
Ariana rolled them and was soon on top pressing her own body down
against Maggie’s causing sensations she had never experienced, the
feel of Ariana’s body against her own was incredible, the weight,
the movement, it was causing things she didn’t know how to respond
to and she clung to Ariana in the desperation of the moment.

Slowly Ariana became aware that she was back
in the farmhouse, in the bed that had been Maggie’s parents, that
she had just woken from a horrible dream, had no idea how she had
gotten here and Maggie was under her and she was kissing her for
all she was worth, pouring out her heart in the kiss and while it
was obvious Maggie didn’t know what she was doing she wasn’t
pushing her away. Ariana slowly ended the kiss, the series of
kisses she had instigated and she slowly pulled back to look into
Maggie’s amazing eyes. They were both panting from their exertions.
Maggie’s hands were over their heads in surrender, not holding
Ariana to her as Ariana would have wanted.

Ariana petted her short hair back and looked
lovingly down into her now puzzled face. “Are you okay with this?”
she asked softly, gently, and worried as Maggie took so long in
answering.

“
I was worried about you,
you were in shock…” she began as she looked at Ariana’s swollen
mouth wondering if she had caused that, wondering at the feel of it
against her own, and wondering if it would return.

“
Shhh, we will talk about
that later” Ariana suppressed the memories that Maggie was bringing
up; she didn’t want to think about
that
, not now, not ever. She was more
concerned about the here and now, about Maggie being below her, at
the feelings and emotions she was feeling right now. “I
meant,
this
” she
pressed slightly pelvis to pelvis to emphasize what she meant, “I
mean about me kissing you?”

Maggie wasn’t sure what to
say, she had been attracted to Ariana forever, had never thought
beyond that, had known it was wrong, unnatural, and thought she had
come to grips with it. The kiss though, the feelings she had now,
she didn’t know
what
to think, or what to say... She began hesitatingly as she
looked deep into Ariana’s dark eyes “I’ve liked you for a long
time” she looked for rejection at that admission “I didn’t know it
would feel like this…” she was embarrassed and didn’t know if she
wanted to continue.

Ariana smiled, she understood the feelings
that Maggie was going through, and she had gone through them
herself. She liked what she was feeling, she wanted to continue but
not without some indication from Maggie that it was what she
wanted. She leaned down until lips were barely brushing Maggie’s
and whispered “feel like this?” before she gently kissed her again,
and again, and again….

Maggie loved how that felt, their lips
touching, when Ariana gently pried her lips apart with her own and
began to hesitantly touch her with her tongue she couldn’t imagine
it getting any better. She timidly stuck her tongue out to touch
Ariana’s and enjoyed the tongue on tongue that ensued. As Ariana
got bolder and thrust hers deeper they began to play with each
other’s tongue until Ariana groaned in her arousal at the love
play.

Ariana’s hands hadn’t been still as she began
to make love to Maggie feeling the fine body beneath her own hoping
to arouse it as much as Maggie was unconsciously arousing her own.
Slowly again she pulled back to ask “do you want this?” breathily,
whispering, and mentally crossing her fingers.

Maggie wasn’t sure what she wanted but she
didn’t want to stop whatever it was, she needed to know what these
feelings were, what Ariana was making her feel, distantly she heard
the echoes of her arguments that this was unnatural, wrong, and she
suppressed them as she felt Ariana move against her, how good it
felt, and answered Ariana with a simple nod.

Ariana smiled down at her lovingly as she
petted her hair back and began to make love to her in earnest. The
house coat she began to slowly unbutton and as she realized Maggie
had nothing on underneath she nearly groaned aloud. Maggie’s
breathing had begun to come in little pants that were really
arousing to Ariana. She took Maggie’s hands from their surrender
position and encouraged her to touch her. Maggie hadn’t been sure
she was allowed to but she wasn’t shy once she knew she could touch
Ariana as intimately as Ariana was touching her. The caresses, the
petting, the exploration was bringing Ariana to a fever pitch, she
had wanted this woman for so long, had suppressed it all for so
long, the thought of having her, of being her first was driving her
wild. She also knew that being Maggie’s first was a responsibility,
she didn’t want to frighten her, and she wanted it to be wonderful.
She tampered down her own needs, her own desires as she realized
how quickly she was becoming aroused and focused on Maggie.

Slowly, agonizingly slow she unbuttoned the
robe that seconded as a housecoat and was thrilled to find the body
beneath it, hidden among the ugliness of the coat. Maggie’s finally
sculpted body, muscle, sinew, grace, and unconscious style appealed
to Ariana on so many levels she was intrigued, aroused, and
attracted all at the same time. She wanted to ravish, to touch, and
to devour but held back as she sensed Maggie feeling unsure of
herself, fear of the unknown, and the desire she could sense coming
from her as well. She kissed her senseless and used her own senses
to become aware of Maggie’s unconscious yearnings to be touched,
fondled, pleasured….

Maggie couldn’t understand this strange
kernel in her center that wanted to explode, she was hot by turns,
and perhaps she had a chill from the previous night’s rain… She
felt things she couldn’t explain, it felt good, it felt too slow,
she wanted more but was afraid to demand and Ariana seemed to know
what she was doing. She knew she didn’t like Ariana having her own
robe on while Maggie was open to view, to her exploration, to
whatever she wanted of her… She began to unbutton Ariana’s own robe
and push it from her shoulders before she was done, those elegant
little shoulders needed to be kissed and she inhaled Ariana’s
unique scent tinged with the soap she had used to wash her the
night before, she fingered her long black hair wincing at the
snarls in it now and wondered at the softness under her calloused
fingers. Her breathing seemed to become labored at Ariana touched
her, kissed her, even wonder of wonders, licked her. The first
touch of Ariana’s lips on her exposed and erect nipple had Maggie
gasping in pleasure. Her breasts had been nothing but nuisance
since they formed in her early teens, getting in the way of working
with horses, hurting at certain times, but right now they felt hard
and erect and oh so wonderful as Ariana played with them, touching
them, fondling them, making Maggie feel things she hadn’t known
existed.

Ariana shrugged out of the robe with the
buttons only half done but only because the feel of Maggie’s lips
on her neck was oh so exquisite. Her untutored attempts to kiss,
touch, and fondle were arousing Ariana’s already over-heated body
to a fever pitch. She was enjoying every bit of it.

Soon they both had the robes off and were
rolling around on the bed together, rubbing each other’s bodies
against the other, living in the moment, enjoying the feel, the
touch, and the gasps brought on by each other. Maggie was a quick
study and Ariana an avid teacher. As she kissed her way south
Maggie arched back to offer herself to her in supplication. Ariana
worshipped her body over and over again; Maggie’s gasps were a
pleasure to her ears as she headed down her body. She caressed her
long and muscled legs, they had fascinated her beneath the
dungarees, the trousers of the Spanish outfit, and the tuxedo, she
had wondered what they looked like and seeing her in the feminine
gown and stockings had nearly melted her, seeing them now,
unfettered, in their naked glory, smooth and delicious, she
couldn’t help but touch, the hairs not bristly beneath but silky
and soft. The muscles were incredible on this woman who worked with
horses and used her legs constantly to hold on and control the
beasts. She was an unbelievable woman and Ariana wanted to take
her, make those catches in her breath become moans, perhaps screams
of ecstasy. She made herself go slow though; she wanted a lot from
this woman, and not just what she could do to her sexually. She
wanted her first time to be special, to be emblazoned on her mind
forever, and to be hers and hers alone!

Maggie was dying; she had
never known such physical pleasure in her life. The first time she
rode bareback it had been exhilarating, the first time she had been
kissed hadn’t come near to what Ariana was making her feel and they
had gone long beyond a simple first kiss, the feelings and emotions
she was experiencing didn’t allow coherent thought. She
just felt
…. Ariana’s
hands were doing things to her body she didn’t know existed within
her, it couldn’t be wrong, it felt soooo right. She sighed into the
kisses when Ariana returned to her mouth, she caught her breath as
Ariana touched places she didn’t let anyone, even herself touch,
she moaned at the first touch of Ariana’s fingers at a place
between her legs.

It was like ambrosia to hear that little moan
as she touched Maggie’s clit, the little nub of flesh was standing
up like it waving, I’m here, I’m here and it was waiting for
Ariana’s touch, Ariana’s kiss… she moved down Maggie’s body being
sure to rub her own over-heated body against it, feeling the
pleasure it gave her. Maggie reached out to touch her but went limp
once Arian’s mouth closed over something between her legs. Ariana
used her shoulders to part Maggie’s limp legs and settled in
between them. They came around her naturally and she felt the
well-developed muscles that thrilled and excited her by turns
against her back and sides. Parting Maggie’s lower lips she took
another lick and watched and listened to Maggie’s gasping response.
She tasted delicious, had no idea of the power she had over Ariana,
how she would slave for her, do anything to make her feel this
good, how much she wanted to possess her….