“As long as you don’t look old, which you sure don’t—you’re pretty as any woman I’ve ever seen—and as long as you don’t act old, then you ain’t old,” Longarm said seriously.
“That’s a very nice compliment, Custis. But when I see all the changes that are taking place-” She shook her head. “I’m getting off the subject. Smoking was one of the advanced things I learned at college. Cigarettes, of course. But when I came back home, I found out that the storekeepers here don’t balk at selling cigars or chewing tobacco or snuff, but they look on cigarettes as the work of the devil. So I switched to cigars. It’s just as simple as that.”
“Your folks must’ve been well-fixed, if they could send you all that way to school,” Longarm suggested.
“They were. Are, I should say. My family got a head start here in the Nation, you see.”
“Oh? How’s that?”
“We’re what the tribe calls West Cherokees.” Jessibee caught the question before Longarm asked it, and added hurriedly, “That hasn’t anything to do with the West family. I suppose you’ve never heard of Tahlonteskea?” He shook his head. She went on, “He was a Cherokee chief, many years ago. He saw that you whites were determined to take our homelands in Georgia, so he didn’t wait for it to happen. He led a group of our people to resettle on the Arkansas River back in 1809 or 1810. So my family’s been here for three generations. We were here long before the East Cherokees were resettled.”
“What you’re hinting at is that your folks got here first and sort of skimmed the gravy?”
“You could put it that way. My grandfather was an attorney. So is my father. Very good ones. They made a lot of money.”
“So they could send you to a college where you learned to like cigarettes,” Longarm said. “And being a pretty girl, you had beaus there, too. They took you to fancy restaurants like the ones I saw when I was in San Francisco one time, and you learned how to drink liquor like a lady, too.”
“Yes. And even if it’s not considered ladylike, I learned to like what we just did, too. That’s very important.”
“At least you’re honest and open about it,” Longarm said. “Most women ain’t. They act like they’re just putting up with a man.”
“I was open enough to come in here and practically tell you what I wanted,” Jessibee said. “Why not? I knew you wouldn’t come to me, not with my relatives up at the house. At least I’ve learned that if I want something, it’s up to me to go after it.”
She turned on her side and Longarm felt her hands surrounding his flaccid shaft. “Is it too soon for you to get hard again? Maybe if I helped a little bit?”
“You won’t have to help a lot.”
Jessibee began to squeeze and release him, her hand opening and closing in slow pulsations. “I like the feel of a man,” she confided. “It does something to me for a man to swell up and get hard in my hands.”
“It’s doing something for me too,” Longarm admitted. Then, as Jessibee massaged his beginning erection by rolling it between the palms of her hands, he added, “Especially when you do that.”
“I like to feel a man’s hands on me, too,” she reminded him.
Longarm grasped one of her breasts in each hand and bent over to close his teeth gently on her stiffening nipples, moving from one breast to the other.
“It’s not too soon, is it?” Jessibee whispered. She lifted a thigh high across his stomach and massaged herself with his soft tip. He could feel the moisture that still clung to her, and the tantalizing roughness of her pubic hair. She invited him, “Come into me, now. You’ll get really hard when you do.”
Longarm turned to her and Jessibee slid her other leg under him. She brought her knees high, up to his chest. Longarm felt her opening to him. Jessibee pulled his face to hers, and her mouth found his while her other lips were drawing him into her more deeply. He grasped her buttocks and pulled them to him. He was fully erect now, buried deeply inside her. She sighed contentedly and rotated her hips with slow, studied sensuality.
“I can lie this way for hours,” she said softly. “Will you stay with me, Custis?”
“As long as I can,” he promised.
Time seemed unimportant as they lay interlocked. Jessibee moved occasionally to rub herself on Longarm’s impaling member; her movements were slow and gentle. Now and then he pushed hard against her for a few seconds, and as time passed, she sought his lips or he found hers in a long, tongue-twining kiss. Jessibee lifted her shoulders from time to time to rub the pebbled tips of her breasts against the roughness of Longarm’s chest hair. Once or twice, as their joining grew more prolonged, she slipped her fingers between their bodies to trace them around the tender flesh where they were joined, and brought herself to a small orgasmic shuddering. Longarm grew even more engorged and was thinking about thrusting when Jessibee’s body suddenly began to tremble.
“Take me off,” she urged. “Now! I can’t hold back any longer!”
Longarm rose to his knees, with Jessibee’s legs over his shoulders, her ankles locked behind his neck. He cradled her buttocks in his hands and held her body suspended; only her shoulders rested on the blanket. He drew out, then thrust deeply and felt her tighten around him when their hips met.
Jessibee moaned, “Quicker, Custis! Deep and fast!”
He was building quickly, but Jessibee was building faster. She writhed, her hips twisting, her full breasts rolling, her head thrown back. Longarm drove faster with each long stroke until he began to tremble too. Jessibee was whimpering now, a whimper that became a laughing sob and then a shrill cry as her muscles stiffened under his stroking and she shook with spasm after spasm, her taut muscles rippling. He could go no faster nor penetrate any deeper. He thrust again and again until his own orgasm began, and kept pounding until his strength drained away. He let Jessibee’s limp body down, then dropped beside her and lay still until his rasping breathing slowed and he was able to move again.
Beside him, Jessibee exhaled in a long, contented groan. She said, “You’re a randy woman’s dream, Custis. I don’t often meet a man who’s built like you are, or one who can outlast me.”
“I like to pleasure ladies,” Longarm replied. “Most of all, ladies like you, who make it so plain you enjoy a
