"Good night then," he said, walking away and yawning. I almost gasped at his departure but managed not to let the sound escape. Instead I stiffened my back in disappointment and muttered a curt,
"Good night," of my own, blew out the candles and walked quickly to my room on the other side of the house. I couldn't help but peer through into the darkness of the house through the crack between my door and the frame, even though there was nothing to be seen. The picture of the two men burned brightly in my mind and part of me hoped I would hear footsteps back across the floor and towards my room. But when none came, I changed into my nightshirt, crawled under my sheets and tried to go to sleep.
But sleep did not come easily and I found myself tossing and turning, trying to smother the embers of the memory of Austin's gaze before the flared up again.
Not having had a mother growing up, or any woman that would school me in these matters, I was quite ignorant of what was even done in a bedroom, should a woman marry. My father had once asked a neighbour to explain what was to be done once a month, a request she obliged. But aside from a lesson in how to keep myself clean, little was said about anything else.
Not knowing if it was right or wrong to do so, I was not the kind of woman then to touch myself for my own pleasure. But on this night, between the liquor and the looks across the table, my loins ached with a desire I'd never felt. Biting my lip, I pulled at the hem of my night shirt until it was half way up my thighs. I pushed the other hand between my legs, pushing aside the underwear I was wearing to feel the warmth and wetness that was there.
I gasped and shivered at the sensation of my finger grazing my own soft flesh. Still somewhat woozy from the whisky, I couldn't resist the urge to bring the finger up to my nose first, to smell the scent of my own desire, then run the warm liquid across my tongue. A musky tang filled my senses and made the ache grow even stronger. As I plunged my hand back down between my thighs the vivid memory of seeing Becca's body impaled on the ranch hands deep purple member, her mouth opened in an 'O', sent a fresh swell of wetness out of me and made it easy to part my own lips.
My thighs shuddered as I touched my womanhood, running my finger in between the slick folds on either side. Curious and never having touched what was further inside, I pushed the tip of my finger deeper, exploring myself until I came to a soft wall that prevented me from going further. I pressed on it slightly and it did give way, but not knowing what it was or its purpose, I decided things were best left the way they were.
Moving my finger back up and out of myself, I slid it slowly upward, each fraction of an inch it travelled sending my body into grateful shudders until finally I found the little nub that brought me most relief and began to run slow circles around it, as that seemed to be what felt best.
My eyes closed and my thighs flexed each time I rounded the bump and I couldn't help but gasp as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. The thought of Becca came again and went, the image of her on her cowboy replaced in my imagination with my own body, lying as it was on the bed. Then, there he was. Austin, unclothed and in what I imagined his naked form would look like between my legs. Gone was the friendly expression, the tenderness in his voice. Now there was only a stern but hungry gaze as his eyes drank in curves, like an animal crawling towards its prey.
It was as if my mind ran away from me, conjuring the cowboy up to devour me. I was helpless to resist the thoughts, not that I wanted to. His hands didn't travel softly across my body, as his voice had with empathy and compassion at my plight. His weathered fingers grasped the inside of my thigh and crawled up its length slowly, firmly, demanding my attention. I looked down to see his jaw jut out, to see him lower himself between my legs, both hands still holding onto them.
Cole appeared beside me, just as rough and strong and just as nude and even in my imagination I felt the heat of embarrassment at the thought of the position I was in, with two men there to tame me. He lay down beside me, not wasting time but lowering his lips to my neck and gorging on the soft skin with his rough lips. I felt his hand hover across my belly and up towards my chest until the warmth of this palm was wrapped firmly around my breast.
The sting of my nipple, pinched between two fingers sent a shock of pleasant pain through my body, but broke me of my trance and I looked down to find my own hand squeezing at my breast as the other worked between my legs. Closing my eyes once more, I sank back into the fantasy.
Now Cole's kisses were more insistent, hungrier as if I had something that he deserved, something that was his. My stomach tightened and my legs lifted of their own accord as I could have sworn I felt Austin's breath on the tender lips of my sweating slit. I yearned
