woman, and Sally was nearly more woman than he had ever had. If she looked half as good without her clothes as she did in them, then she was going to really be a sight.
The kiss ended as abruptly as it began. She stepped back a foot and looked at him gravely. She said, 'I reckon I'm going to choose you.'
Longarm said, 'Sally, I don't know what you mean, but we can't just up and-'
He got no farther. Her hands had come up and she was starting to unbutton the clasps that ran down the bodice of her dress all the way down to her waist. He watched in fascination as each fastener came loose. When she had unbuttoned it all the way down, she pulled the bodice wide and let it fall off her shoulders. Underneath was a slim, white chemise with thin straps over each of her shoulders. With her eyes still on his face, she shrugged off the straps one at a time to reveal breasts as firm and shapely as pale, white melons. They were tipped with large brown nipples.
Longarm felt the breath catch in his throat. Before he could speak, she reached up again and pulled his head down, nursing her nipples into his mouth, one by one. As he caressed them with his mouth and tongue, he could feel her trembling. He would have liked to have stayed there for a lot longer, even though the position was awkward, but she straightened him up. Before he could move, he felt her hands busy with the buttons of his jeans. Fearful that she might touch his gun-belt buckle, he undid it as fast as he could and dropped it to the soft hay floor of the cornfield. Her plump little fingers flew over the middle buttons until his pants were loose. She pulled them down below his hips. His member was already erect and hard.
With both her hands, she pulled it toward her and took it into her mouth. Longarm gave a groan and a sigh and thrust himself forward. For a moment, it was all he could do to hold his emotions in check, to not explode inside her mouth. But then she gently slid her head back, releasing him. As she did, she rolled back off her knees and went flat on the hay between the rows. She opened her legs, raising her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath the skirt and petticoat. The blackness of her thatch against her white skin was a sight that stirred him even more than he thought he could be stirred.
She said, huskily, 'Come on, I choose you. Right now.'
Longarm dropped to his knees and with trembling fingers guided himself into her. She was already warm and wet and welcoming. The instant he was inside her, she began moving with him, writhing in a kind of ecstasy. She had locked her legs around his hips and her arms were strong around his neck. She sought his mouth with her tongue, probing, sucking, and kissing. The difficulty for Longarm was to prolong the lovemaking. He was so on fire that it required every bit of discipline on his part to hold it and to hold it and to hold it.
Finally, he heard her whimper, a familiar sound, and he knew what it meant. He rode himself higher so that his penis would drive more downward, hitting her clitoris more cleanly. He did not know how experienced she was. He would have expected she was a virgin. She seemed now so much younger than what Frank Carson had said. He didn't think she was in her mid-twenties. He doubted that she was twenty-one. He had to think thoughts like that to hold himself back as she began to pant harder and harder in his ear. He kissed her face and her neck, driving into her again and again and again, pistoning, thrusting. He felt her tremble, shaking as if taken with a great fever. He felt the scream starting in her even before it got to her throat. He clamped his open mouth over hers and let her yell into him as she thrust her buttocks up into him again and again, harder and harder, her whole body convulsing.
In that instant as she was climaxing, he turned himself loose, and the explosion happened almost immediately. He would not have been surprised to have seen the cornstalks blown down, so mighty and magnificent was the feeling.
But then it was over and they came tumbling down a long grassy slope, rolling and rolling, as the passion spent itself.
Longarm sighed and gently lifted his weight off of her. He didn't guess she weighed over a hundred pounds, and he didn't know how she could bear his one hundred and ninety-five. He had tried to treat her as gently as he could, but she had wanted it rough and hard. She was an amazing woman.
As gently as he could, he pulled out of her and then sat up on his knees. He looked down at her. Her dress was still up, and he could see the wetness of her vagina and the flush on her thighs and the flush on her face. She was still panting. She looked up at him. He expected a smile, but there was nothing but a grave, long look.
He said, 'Sally, honey, we hadn't ought to have done that.'
She pulled her dress down and then hiked herself up to a sitting position. She said, 'I told you, I done chose you. You're different.'
He didn't know what that meant, but he didn't much like the sound of it. He said, 'Honey, I'm different than you because you've probably been back in this hollow too long. I'm different because I'm not like the people you've known all your life.'
She shook her head. She said, 'No, you're different. I'm going to have you.'
Longarm said with some alarm, 'Sally, honey, we can't do this again. If they catch me, they'll kill me. Your brothers, your father, an aunt, an uncle, a cousin--there's ten or fifteen men around here that would have shot me in the back if they had seen us together. We can't do this again. You are a wonderful, beautiful girl. Probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.'
Sally said, 'That's good that you be thinkin' that, because if I choose you, I'd like it if you'd choose me, too. But it don't make no never-mind. I've done made up my mind.'
He said, 'Sally, you're inexperienced. You don't know anything, and you haven't seen that much of the world. Was that your first time?'
She gave him a look. 'I ain't a-tellin' that and no gentleman would ask that.' Then, before he knew it, she was on her feet and walking down the row of corn in the opposite direction. He said, 'Sally, Sally.'
She looked back. 'What?'
He said, 'Where are you going?'
Sally said, 'In the house. I've got some sewing to do.'
Longarm said, 'The hell you say. Now you're going to do some sewing?'
'Yeah, you better go out that other end and act like you're looking the place over.'
She turned and cut across the rows, out of sight, leaving Longarm dumbfounded and uncertain what to do next.
