"Are you done writing for the day?" asked Max. He was standing at the counter and filling his plate with salad and fish.
"Probably, why?" I had just poured my second glass of wine. The likelihood of going back to my typewriter was fading quickly.
"There's a good movie on TV starting soon. I thought maybe you might want to come over and watch it." I was surprised by the invitation.
"Which movie?"
"Jurassic Park"
"Oh, I don't know about that... it looks scary?"
"They've made children's cereal after that movie. How scary can it be?" He was already looking disappointed.
"Well, I'll try. But if I get scared and come home, no teasing me about it. OK?"
"OK," agreed Max.
"Promise?" I insisted.
"Cross my fingers... I mean my heart," laughed Max.
I gave him a scornful look and filled my plate while he grabbed a couple of trays.
"Let's take this stuff over to the cottage then," he said, stacking the leftover food under his plate. "You bring the wine."
"No problem." I smiled and gave him a quick wink as we headed out the door.
We ate off the coffee table in front of the sofa while the movie started. During a commercial break, Max cleared away the dishes and refilled our wine glasses. He sat back down just a little closer than he had been, for which I was grateful since the intensity of the movie was building.
By the time the first dinosaur chase scene ended, I was securely snuggled into Max's arms and had a big throw pillow in front of me. He didn't laugh at me, but seemed pleased by the effect the movie was having on me. By the end of the movie, even the third glass of wine hadn't keep me relaxed.
"I don't know why I agreed to this," I muffled with my head buried into the pillow while Max watched.
"Do you want me to turn it off?"
"And never hear the end of it? No way!" I protested, digging into his arms further. "Just tell me when this part is over." He hugged me a little tighter, making the terror worth the close feeling of being with him. When the screaming stopped and the music died down, Max encouraged me to drop the pillow. The credits were rolling and I sighed in relief. That's when he finally laughed.
"You promised," I warned.
"Sorry," he said, straightening out his face. He clicked off the TV and gave my arm a little squeeze, pulling me into his side a bit more.
"Why do you like movies like that?" I asked, my tone a bit disgusted.
"I don't know.... survival of the fittest... man against beast."
"Well, I found it completely traumatizing. I can still see those things creatures in my mind. How am I suppose to go and sleep in that house alone tonight?"
"Want me to sleep with you?" I looked up at Max and he gave me a wink and a little grin.
"Trying to replace one fear with another?" I joked.
"Hmm... interesting theory, Doctor."
"Maybe I'll just sleep here on your couch."
"You can sleep in my bed," offered Max. "I'll take the couch."
"No, I couldn't do that."
"OK then," said Max getting up and going into is bedroom. He came back with a couple of pillows and a blanket. "Then we both sleep on the couch."
He pulled me up to stand, placed the two pillows at one end, then laid down on his side and pulled me down to spoon up next to him. I laughed and threw a light blanket over the two of us as he tucked it in.
"There, that's not so bad is it?" he insisted.
"Just wait until your arm goes to sleep," I warned. "Then you won't feel so charitable."
He gave me a slight kiss on the back of my head and brushed my hair away from his face before settling into a quiet rest. When I realized that he was quite serious about sleeping on the couch and not playing around, I relaxed into his arms.
"Max?" I whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Go to sleep."
The vision of dinosaurs came and went, as did the thoughts of lying so close to him. When I wasn't worried about my sexual feelings - or his, I felt safe in his arms. Safe enough that I slept for several hours until one of us tried to roll over and I fell off the couch and onto the floor.
"What happened?" asked Max, half asleep.
"You pushed me!" I pouted teasingly, standing up.
"I did not." Max sat up and tried to stretch his neck out to the side and winced.
"This is crazy," I sighed. "We can't sleep on the couch all night."
"Come on," said Max, grabbing the pillows and taking my hand. I followed him into his bedroom and stood while he pulled down the covers and threw the pillows on the bed. "Just pretend it's a couch."
I wasn't sure if it was fatigue or trust, but I climbed in, still clothed in my T-shirt and cutoffs. Max slipped off his T-shirt, but left his shorts on when he climbed in next to me. Although the bed was definitely larger than the couch, it was only a double in size and our arms touched as we both lay on our backs facing the ceiling.
As much as I wanted to sleep, my mind would not let go of the fact that I was lying in a man's bed. His bed. The bed where he had touched himself the night I had heard his moans through my window. The whole room had a air of sexuality to it.
Max's breathing indicated that he was drifting back to sleep, and I found myself disappointed that he hadn't pressed me. The closer I got to him, the more I wanted to let myself experience more of him. If I had been alone, I might have brought myself to an orgasm to relieve the tension I felt. But I rolled over buried my face into one of his pillows and willed myself to sleep.
The sound of blue jays cawing woke me. That and the sound of Max's heart beat where my ear lay on his chest. We were cuddled up tightly and he was still asleep. I watched his chest rise and fall and thought about how peaceful it was to lay there with him. His face was handsome as he slept and his lips looked soft and kissable.
I ran my finger gently over his chest, touching the soft hair. Max stirred and slowly opened his eyes. When I smiled up at him, he squeezed me tighter and yawned.
"Looks like we escaped those dinosaurs," he groaned, rolling over on his side and spooning me up to him. "Or did they get you?"
"No, I was safe all night."
"I see you left your clothes on just in case you had to out run them."
"Very funny."
Max ran his hand down my bare leg and I felt his cock press against my backside. I pretended that I didn't notice, but wiggled against him to feel it again. Sure enough, it pressed against me again.
"Are you experimenting again?" whispered Max into my neck. I giggled, admitting my awareness. "Your guinea pig is rearing to go this morning."
"So I gathered." I rolled over and faced him, and stroked my palm against the outside of his shorts. His cock bounced in earnest against the touch. "Are you always so hard in the morning?"
"I'm usually not quite this inspired." He moaned as I squeezed his cock through the shorts.
"Well, what experiment do you think we should perform today?"
"It's in good hands," purred Max. "I'll let you decide."
"Will you slip your shorts off?" I asked.
"Sure," said Max, slipping them off and dropping them on the floor. "Will you?" He grinned and winked at me.
"No," I laughed.
"Hey, I had to ask." He clasped his hands behind his head and relaxed.
I stroked it softly and watched it react to my caresses. It looked so adorable that I knelt over and kissed the tip gently. "Oh God," moaned Max. "You're going to drive me crazy."
"Do you like that?" I asked.
"Please Jamie," he begged. "Don't stop."
I kissed it against and ran my tongue cautiously up the side, feeling Max press towards me for more. The precum tasted sweet and I licked and sucked the tip, causing more moans and sighs from Max.
"You have no idea how good that feels," said Max, smiling down at me.
Getting braver, I kissed his cock again, allowing myself to suck more of it into my mouth. Instinctively, Max started to move his hips up and down. Fearing that I would gag if he got carried away, I placed my hand around the base of his cock and held it as we continued.
"I'm going to come if you keep doing that," he warned.
"Really?" I asked. "I thought you had to be really good at this to make that happen."
"Oh trust me," smiled Max. "You're doing just fine."
I sucked his cock again, letting more of it into my mouth and squeezing the base as he pumped his hips. His breathing quickened and his whole body stiffened as he came closer to orgasm. I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen. I didn't really want him to come in my mouth, but I did want him to come... and I was using my mouth... and if I stopped he couldn't come.
The next thing I knew he was letting out a loud growl and the hot sperm was spurting out of his cock. I moved it out of my mouth and rubbed it against my wet lips and face as it continued to spill out. He had grabbed the bed sheets and was straining against the intensity until the orgasm slowly rolled down to a warm feeling.
I sat up and smiled at his euphoric face, so angelic in the morning light. He sighed and pulled me into his arms.
"I love being your guinea pig," he said, kissing me on the lips.
"You're kind of a messy guinea pig," I teased, wiping off my cheek.
"Some things you just can't train, I'm afraid. Besides, I bet I can make you be just as messy." He started tickling me and trying to take of my jeans. I laughed and wrestled with him in mild protest. I knew I was hot enough to make a big puddle with the help of his lips and tongue.
Suddenly a car horn honked and we both sat up startled in the bed.
"Who the hell could that be?" I whispered. Max got up and peeked out his bedroom window.
"It's Riley," he answered, still looking through the curtain.
"Oh shit!" I searched the room for a clock. "What time is it?"
"It's 9:30," said Max, looking at his watch.
"I thought he was coming at 10:00." I stood from the bed and tried to decide what to do. I knew what assumptions Riley would make if he saw me coming out of Max's cabin looking like I had just gotten out of bed. They wouldn't have been too far off.
"Can you go out and stall him while I slip out the back door and into the house?"
"Afraid you'll ruin my reputation?" teased Max, slipping on his shorts.
"I just don't want Riley getting the wrong idea." I started to head towards the back door, but Max grabbed my arm and stopped me.
"Which idea is that, Jamie?"
Did Max think I didn't want Riley to know that I had slept with him? That I liked him? That I was attracted to him?
"That I sleep around," I answered.
Max sighed and headed to the front door of the cabin. I sneaked out the back and waited until I heard him talking with Riley before running across the grass to the back door of the house.
"She's probably still sleeping," Max was saying on the front porch as the two of the stood knocking on the front door.
"I'm coming!" I yelled, as I ran up the stairs and threw on my robe before coming back to the front door and opening it for them.
"You must be a city girl," laughed Riley, coming in ahead of Max. "Nobody sleeps this late in these parts." Riley looked ruggedly handsome in clean jeans and T-shirt that clung tightly to his firm body. Max stood at the door, and when I nodded for him to come in his waved me off.
"I've got some stuff to do," he said, backing out of the screen door. "I'll see you later."
"Take 'er easy, Max," called Riley, sitting down on the sofa. "It'll be hot again today."
I felt awful parting with Max so callously after our cozy evening. I really didn't want to be with Riley and regretted having agreed to the date. As Max walked off the porch, I turned to Riley and tried to beg my way out.
"I guess I'm just not feeling well today," I said, running the back of my hand against my forehead. "I feel like I'm coming down with something."
"Well, the fresh air will clear that up, Missy," he insisted. "You just run upstairs and put on a pair of jeans and some boots and we'll have you cured in no time."
"I'll be back in a minute," I said, turning to go up the stairs.
"The sooner the better," he said. "That's why I came by a little early. It's gonna get hot out there today and I was hoping we could take the horses out."
"Great," I muttered under my breath. "Just call me Annie Oakley."
I decided to take my time getting ready. Perhaps if I stalled long enough it would be too hot to take the horses out. I didn't really primp to look nice for him, but the longer I took, the better it all came together. I put on a white, cotton shirt with the denim jeans and braided my hair back. I carried my boots in hand, deciding to put them on out on the porch as we left. My stocking feet made my accent from the stairs quiet so that I was unnoticed as I turned the corner to the livingroom. Riley was pressing against his crotch slowly with one hand while intently reading something in his other hand. I froze when I realized he had found the folder containing Margarite's stories.
"Oh...damn," he sputtered, as he finally noticed me standing there. His hand stopped moving against his lap, but it was obvious that his cock was bulging inside. "Did you write this stuff?"
"No." My voice was flat and controlled.
"I guess you just like reading it, huh? Sure got me hot."
"I just found it." I wanted to explain myself, but then I didn't really want to incriminate Margarite.
"Found it where?" he asked, flipping through the folder.
"Up in the attic." I turned and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. I didn't want to discuss the stories any further. I was fidgeting with the coffee pot when I felt him standing close behind me.
"You trying to tell me you ain't been reading those stories?" His hands came down on my shoulders and I froze beneath his touch as he continued. "I bet you read that one about them doing it right here in the kitchen." His hand slid down my arms and then reached around my waist. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. "He did her right here," he whispered in my ear and pressing me against the sink.
"I didn't read that one," I lied, pulling away from him and going to the refrigerator and pretending to look for something.
"I think you did or you wouldn't be acting so nervous." I hated his cocky tone. "I think it got you all hot and bothered thinking about some guy doing you in the kitchen while you cook breakfast."
I took the milk from the refrigerator and carried it over to the counter where he stood. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me up so close to him that I put out my hand against his chest. I hated the fact that he smelled and looked so great.
"Maybe we should change our plans for today." He raised an eyebrow mischievously and grinned at me. "Maybe I should have you fix us some breakfast. I'm thinking that would be a whole lot more fun that looking at my cattle."
"I think you have the wrong idea about me, Riley."
"Oh, I don't," he insisted. "I bet you've read every one of those stories until your panties were soaking wet." He tried to slide a hand down toward my crotch, but I caught it and held it to my side.
I felt angry and frightened as he continued to press, and realized there was no way I was going to go anywhere with him.
"I think you better leave, Riley." I pressed myself away from him and took a few steps back.
"Ah, come on, Jamie," he said, all innocent like. "I was just having some fun with you. I guess that story just put me in a randy mood."
"I'm failing to see the humor."
"Come on. I didn't mean nothin' by it." He seemed surprised by my anger and looked like a little boy about to cry. "Let's just go take a drive and look at my ranch."
"Look, Riley. I really wasn't in the mood when I got up this morning and I'm in even less than the mood now. Let's just try it another day."
"Are you sure?" he pleaded one last time.
"Yes," I said, trying to put a pleasant smile on my face. "I'm sure."
"Will you come to the Buffalo Bar tonight?"
"I might."
"I'll come and pick you up," he offered hopefully.
"That's OK. I'll ride in with Max if he's going."
"Well..." Riley started walking to the front door and I was relieved that he was actually going to go so easily. I guess he realized that any further bullying at this point would win him no favors.
"I'm real sorry about before." His hand was on the screen door as he paused to finish. "I guess I shouldn't tease girls I don't know too well."
"Let's just forget about it."
"Sounds good to me." He turned and walked out the porch. "I'll see you tonight."
I watched him head out to his truck and drive off, thankful that I wasn't going to spend the day with him.
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