crave them. And that was the worst of it. Jassy had never dreamed that there could be any separation between love and fucking. Because Scott had made her feel so good the first time she was alone with him in the mine, she assumed she was in love with him. How could she have been so foolish? How could she have convinced herself, for whatever reasons, that she could ever be happy with a man as different from her as Scott Thorpe? It didn't seem possible. Thorpe had made an utter fool of her, he and Amanda. For the first time it occurred to the young miner's daughter that Amanda had also wronged Dirk Mulligan, and had possibly been as cruel to him as Scott had been to her.
As she turned slowly beneath the stinging spray of water, Jassy tried to think of Dirk as a human being rather than the somewhat stern man who had appointed himself her guardian after her father's death. Instead of seeing him as someone who was just trying to protect her from hurt, as he knew her father would if he were alive, for the first time she saw him as he truly was: a gentle man who had sincerely wanted to help her and was concerned about her. The blonde, in a flash of revelation, suddenly saw herself more clearly as well, a willful and somewhat rude young woman who had taken Dirk's freely offered concern for granted and never, even bothered showing him how much she really did appreciate all the things he did for her.
It was shocking to think of how much trouble she must have caused him. Why, looking after her the way he did, he had really cheated himself out of the kind of wonderful life he deserved, but he hadn't cared, he had stood with her anyway. She would never be able to give up that much for an ass like her. Dirk was truly wonderful.
Jassy began to cry again, only this time it wasn't for herself, it was for Dirk and perhaps for the whole human race of which she suddenly felt herself undeniably a part. She cried until her tears felt a part of the cascading shower water around her, and when the blonde could cry no more, she stepped out of the shower.
Her nakedly shining flesh shivered in the comparative cool of the bathroom after the warm shower, and Jassy reached for a towel to dry herself. The soft, thick terrycloth rubbed against her flushed skin as she looked at herself curiously in the full-length mirror. There were several black and blue marks on her arms and thighs, and her blue eyes looked overly large with fatigue. Her long blonde hair hung wetly to her cheeks and the tops of her shoulders as she carefully examined herself. She looked for all the traces of the debauchery that Scott and his red-haired companion had inflicted upon her, and was surprised to note that most of the changes were interior.
The bruises, she knew, would go away in time, but the memory of her seduction in the mine would be forever etched darkly in her memory. With a deep sigh, she wrapped and tied a big orange towel around her curving nakedness and left the bathroom, stepping into her adjoining bedroom. For a moment she was taken aback to see the sleeping form of Dirk sprawled upon her bed. He must have heard her come in and gotten up to find out where she had been all day. She had been in the shower so long, he must have fallen asleep waiting for her.
She went to stand beside her bed, looking down at the sleeping man.
'Poor Dirk,' she whispered to him. 'Thank you for being so good to me. I'm sorry I've been such an ass.'
Jassy felt that she even realized how much more there was of life yet for her to understand, and she sensed for the first time that perhaps nobody really ever understood it all. Yet this thought made her feel terribly alone, and the sad figure of the handsome miner, lying pale and exhausted on her bed, made her feel even more strangely melancholic. He was all alone too, wasn't he? Slowly, the pretty young blonde lay down beside him as the last light of the day was slowly filtering in through the window. It was warm and familiarly comfortable in her own bed, and Jassy eased her aching body, sighing deeply.
It was wonderful to be back home now in her little room, with Dirk right there beside her. She turned on her side and gazed with curiosity at his face. He looked younger to her somehow, with his features relaxed in sleep. From time to time, apparently dreaming, his expression would change and Jassy watched attentively as he muttered and called her name.
'No, Jassy! No!' he cried in his sleep, and then he began to thrash around restlessly so that Jassy had to move to her side of the bed to keep from being struck.
Oh Dirk, she thought sadly. Have I ruined your life for you?
Tenderly, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. What a wonderful friend he'd been to her, and how she'd abused his friendship, instead of fighting his concern, she should have trusted him, particularly about Scott Thorpe. How simple everything would have been if she'd only listened to him. Soothingly, the young girl patted Dirk's shirt-sleeves arm. But to her surprise, the sleeping man suddenly enfolded her small form in his arms and began to shower kisses on her face!
'Dirk wake up!' she said, trying to pull away from him.
But Dirk, caught up in the thrall of his dream, and operating from a completely unconscious level, continued to kiss Jassy's soft cheeks. Then incredibly, his searching tongue found Jassy's parted lips and slipped inside, probing fervently beyond her clenched teeth, seeking her own tongue and swirling heatedly within until the startled young blonde began to moan helplessly. The towel that covered her creamy white nakedness came undone as Dirk pulled her closer and closer to him.
Although Jassy at first tried to resist his unconscious caresses, she was soon surprised and delighted to find that his embrace was having an overwhelmingly soothing effect on her, and a strange magical aura seemed to shimmer around her as his hands moved along the silken surfaces of Jassy's naked skin. The blonde miner's daughter felt the sweetest kind of desire overtaking her exhausted body, as though beneath the raw lust that she had experienced with Amanda and Scott, there was something else, something that had to do with love and protection.
Willingly, her tongue began to probe back at his, as she allowed him to hold her close to his hard, muscular body, while his hands and fingers touched her everywhere, each caress erasing the awful shame that Scott had roused within her. She was being made whole again by Dirk's gentle desire-filled touches. His touch was healing her wounds like a blessing from heaven. If the outside world had nothing better to offer than Scott and Amanda, and their kind of degrading passion, then what she wanted was something more, something at once completely strange yet utterly familiar. She wanted Dirk Mulligan!
As she began to respond with more intensity, Dirk came to his full senses. This was no extension of one of his dreams, this was real! It was really Jassy, that he was kissing so openly like this! Her real, and not imagined, nakedness rubbing sensuously up against him, her open lips trembling softly against his own! For an instant, he shrank away at his own actions, but Jassy pulled him right back.
'It's all right, Dirk!' she murmured softly. 'Really, it's all right. I want you to love me!'
For a long moment, the miner and Jassy clung to each other in a paroxysm of desire that swept through their two bodies like an electric current. The blonde's arms wound up around the brawny miner and she began to push her sensuously curved form against his. A shudder of undeniable passion ricocheted through them as both felt the rock-hard bulge of his imprisoned cock pulsating heavily against her belly. Dirk's tongue was fire in Jassy's mouth as it surged backward toward the arch of her throat.
'Ohhhhhhh!' she gasped. 'Ooooooohhh, Dirkkkk!'
'Jassy!' the love-incited man whispered back, his hands moving over the satiny softness of Jassy's ass, squeezing and kneading the sensuous mounds in his hands. He could sense her expectancy and, her body taut and eager, she waited for what he would do next! Cautiously, he slid one hand around to her thigh, and as he moved it hotly upward, his blonde ward trembled against him.
'Oh, Jassy, I've got to touch you like this! Let me touch your pussy!' Dirk heard himself speaking as if from a great distance, as though his brain refused to encompass what his body was doing with a will of its own.
'Yes, yes, touch my cunt!' Jassy moaned into his mouth.
Dirk's fingers moved slowly upward toward the smoothest flesh of all on the inside of the beautiful girl's thigh, and then he was touching the softly curling hairs of her still-virginal cunt. He groaned as the tip of his middle finger surged upward, slipping sensuously into the wetness of the small opening. 'Oh God, why have I wasted so many years? I love you!' he cried. 'I think I've always loved you!'
Dirk sucked in his breath, as his finger wormed its way upward between her slightly open thighs, and he felt sweat begin to pour from his body as the wetness of her hotly trembling pussy enveloped his twitching finger. Her nakedly quivering beauty seemed the personification of all that was young and lovely in the world as she lay quivering and unresisting against him. There was a dull throbbing at his temples as he continued to thrust his tongue into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Her hands were in his hair now, and Dirk tried desperately to collect his thoughts, but her soft sensual caresses left him dizzy, with only one thought, uppermost in his mind. He wanted to fuck her, he wanted to fuck her more than anything in the world.
'Dirk,' Jassy whispered uncertainly, 'there's something I have to tell you, something you have to know.'
