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  “I thought you said four,” she corrected him.

  “Do you leave immediately for your office when you get up?”

  “No, I have to shower, dress, drink coffee…”

  “Well love, I do exactly the same thing. Now off to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” He kissed her neck lightly as he turned and left her room, closing the door behind him. I need to take a cold shower or I’ll never get to sleep, his erection peeked above his zipper. He’d never gotten used to wearing underwear; the feel of the denim against his manhood was beyond

  Four

  Bill knocked softly on BJ’s door. He didn’t believe she really wanted to go with him, but he did as she’d asked. When he didn’t hear her stir, he tiptoed down the stairs and made himself breakfast and coffee. He was scanning the headlines of the paper when he noticed her standing in the doorway, her hair still damp around the edges, in a pair of jeans that appeared she’d been poured in, and a man’s western shirt over her tank top. He knew the shirt was his and he intended to have it bronzed when she left. BJ was the epitome of elegance and a rancher’s wet dream. Bill stammered, “Mugs are in the cabinet. There’s ah…bacon in the…ah…warmer and eggs in the refrigerator. Help yourself.”

  BJ nodded and opened the refrigerator, leaning over to peer inside, her jeans stretched tightly across her derriere. She heard Bill sigh, and she smiled as she took out a couple slices of cheese and the cream. She poured herself a large cup of coffee and doctored it to the right light brown color with diet sweetener she took from her pocket and real cream. She knew it was a contradiction in need, but she didn’t care. As she buttered her toast she placed bacon strategically across it and positioned the cheese on top taking her sandwich and coffee to the table. “This is heaven,” she said as she drank her first sip of coffee for the day and ate as if there would be no meals the rest of the day.

  “When you’re ready, we’ll head out.” He finished his coffee and took his cup to the sink. “I’ve got to meet with my foreman first. Wait, wait, you know him.”

  “I do, who is it?”

  “It’s Herman,” an evil smile crossed his lips, “he said he was your lover when you were twelve or thirteen.”

  “Herman? I knew a Herman in grade school. But lover? Not possible. I didn’t give up that little treasure until I was seventeen,” remembering the awkwardness of that first time, “and Joe took that honor.”

  “At thirteen a boy’s interpretations can be somewhat tainted.”

  She laughed, “You think?” She walked into the kitchen and filled a travel mug with coffee. “On that note I need more caffeine; especially if I’m going to have to defend my honor.”

  “I doubt it will come to that. But it’ll be fun to watch his reaction to you.”

  “Lead on kemosabe.”

  Bill laughed all the way to the truck. This was going to be an interesting day. BJ at first light had lit deep unattended fires in his loins and now he’d get to see how Herman took the woman’s intrusion into their male existence.

  They drove in silence, arriving at the barn with gravel flying in all directions. Bill hollered for his foreman. “Herman, where are you, you worthless piece of cow shit?”

  “Right here boss, quit yelling like that; you’ll scare the horses.” Herman looked at BJ, the recognition of his childhood love registering immediately in his black eyes. “BJ, my God, BJ is it really you?” He hauled her to him, twirling her in the air.

  “Put her down you crazy Mexican,” Bill teased.

  “What are you doing here with this worthless Gringo?”

  BJ could only laugh at the exchange and non-verbalized questions which passed between the two men. “I came to see Bill. Thought I’d hang out for a couple of days. It’s good to see you too.”

  Bill rolled his eyes, “Enough. Let’s get to work.” He was jealous and all he could think about was getting her away from Herman.

  Herman punched his arm as he passed, “I told you, didn’t I tell you?”

  “You lied.”

  “Did not.”

  “BJ set this man straight,” Bill instructed as he stopped and slid his hands into his work gloves.

  “Herman, Bill tells me you said we were lovers,” BJ questioned.

  “Yea, sure, young lovers,” Herman nodded his head, his black eyes sparkling.

  “We were never lovers.” BJ shook her finger.

  “Well… Not in the true sense of the word, but I tried. You were just scared,” Herman smiled slyly.

  “Now that my honor is restored, we can get to work. What do you want me to do?”

  Herman looked at Bill and they both shrugged. Herman answered with some concern, “We have hay bales to move, and then we have some stock to take up to the north pasture. There are extra gloves in the tack room, help yourself.”

  Bill watched her walk away, “Let’s get to work.”

  “You’re kidding right? You’re not going to let her do this type of manual labor.”

  “Just in case you missed it amigo, that’s a pretty independent woman. I doubt either one of us could convince her to sit on the sideline and watch. I say we let her do what she wants and when she gets tired she’ll stop on her own.”

  BJ joined them, Bill’s shirt tied in a knot at her waist. She walked with them to the bales in the truck. “So, what do we need to do?”

  “These have to be moved to the loft. We also need to break a couple and put fresh hay in the stalls. Why don’t you let Herman and I move the bales to the loft and you take a couple in and start putting clean hay in the stalls.”

  “Okay.” BJ didn’t hesitate, taking one of the bales and placing it securely on her shoulder as she moved it to the barn.

  Both men stared in amazement at the woman who’d just picked up a hay bale which weighed about eighty-five pounds. She’d handled it like it was nothing. They continued to watch as she came back and took another off the truck.

  Holding it on her shoulder, she turned, “Aren’t you two supposed to be moving the rest of those to the loft?” She shook her head and walked into the barn. Men, go figure.

  The men immediately got to work and within the hour had moved all the remaining bales to the loft. When they joined BJ in the barn she was almost finished. Both of them were surprised at how expertly she’d taken care of her tasks.

  “You are amazing,” Bill walked up and placed his gloves over the stall. “I would have never thought you knew what to do.”

  BJ could only smile. “You forget I used to do this every day after school with Janelle. She taught me to ride and how to care for the horses; like riding a bike.” She put the pitch fork away and laid her gloves next to Bill’s.

  “Herman, get the horses ready, we need to get the herd moved.” He took BJ’s arm and led her to the tack room, “Come on let’s get some water. I don’t want you dehydrated from all this manual labor.”

  BJ walked to the refrigerator and pulled out three bottles of water. She turned and ran right into Bill letting him take her in his arms. He looked into her eyes, and seeing no reluctance, captured her lips in his, sliding his tongue possessively into her mouth. BJ dropped the bottles and circled his neck with her arms pulling him closer. The kiss ended but they remained entwined. “Bill…that was nice.”

  “Nice, it was more than nice,” he demanded, wanting her to acknowledge the passion that was boiling right below the surface.

  “True, it was better than nice.” BJ stepped back and leaned over to pick up the water.

  “Are you two lovebirds ready?” Herman questioned, holding the reins of three saddled horses.

  BJ shoved a bottle of water at Bill, and one at Herman as she passed and took the reins of a spirited white stallion.

  “Wait, wait…” Herman tried to stop her but she’d already walked out of the barn.

  “Leave her be,” Bill chastised. “If I can’t be between those gorgeous legs I can work with the vision of her having my stallion between them.” He took the reins of the palomi
no and walked out leaving Herman shaking his head.

  “They’re both nuts,” Herman muttered as he hurried to catch up. He rode up along Bill, “What are you doing with her?”

  “Nothing, I’ve done nothing. She came to town, called and asked to meet me. We had a nice dinner, except for running into Cathy. I convinced her to stay the weekend and that’s about it.”

  “Boss you know this isn’t a good idea. You’ve loved that woman for over thirty years. You’re going to be a mess when she drives away.”

  “Probably true, but I want this weekend. I need this weekend. Why don’t you come to dinner tonight? I’ll cook up something, not sure what.”

  “Are you afraid to be alone with her?”

  “No…yes…maybe…No, I’m not,” he snapped. “I just thought you’d like to spend some time with her as well. “

  “I would, but I don’t want to impose. Maybe you should see if that’s what she wants. I’m thinking she wants to be with you.” A smile framed Herman’s face, “Do you think she’d be interested in a threesome?”

  Bill pushed back his hat and shook his head, “Just come to dinner. Where this goes from there we’ll have to see. I’d like to be with her, but I know you do too. Let’s just take it a step at a time and see what happens.” Bill nodded at the woman riding ahead of them, “Remind me to tell you what she did to Roger. She put his manhood in question that’s for sure. It was beyond funny. Also I told Pete to go after Cathy.”

  “Geez! I thought you said nothing happened last night.”

  “It didn’t, not between the two of us. But there was activity with everyone else we met up with.”

  “Did Cathy realize who she was?”

  “Almost immediately, but BJ handled it well.”

  *****

  At the dinner table, Herman innocently asked about the exploits from the night before and Bill left nothing out. The episode with Roger was the highlight of the evening. All figured he’d had that coming for a long time.

  “BJ, I bet if you walked up to that young stud and told him you were willing, all would be forgiven,” Herman suggested.

  “I’ll not be another notch on that young man’s bedpost.” BJ swiped her hands as if brushing the dirt from her palms. “Don’t get me wrong, young studs have their place and purpose, but he needs to grow up a little more before he’d be of interest to me.” She noticed the shock on both their faces. “What’d I say?”

  “You spoke of sex as if it was a change in clothing.” Bill couldn’t believe they were discussing BJ’s sex life.

  “So you’re telling me you’ve never seen a young woman and visualized her between your sheets?”

  “Sure, of course,” he blushed.

  “Then why is it wrong for me to have the same needs and desires you do?”

  Bill shrugged and sighed, “OK, when you put it that way, it doesn’t sound so bad. It’s surprising based on our respective upbringings. I don’t think I ever heard my parents talk about sex, and I know Cathy and I never spoke of it.”

  “That, love,” BJ pointed a finger at Bill, along with a discerning eye, “explains a lot of things. Actually Joe and I never spoke of it much either. Since my divorce, and my experiences since then, I realize how important it is to know what you want going into a relationship. If you don’t, how do you know if it was a success or not.”

  “The woman has a point,” Herman chimed in.

  “Herman, don’t you have somewhere to be?” Bill suggested, shrugging his shoulders toward the door.

  “Sure boss. Thanks for dinner. BJ, I’ll see you tomorrow. You’re a great ranch hand. Thanks for the help today.”

  BJ stood and kissed Herman softly on the lips, “My pleasure.” She picked up the dirty dishes and carried them to the kitchen.

  Herman groaned and walked to the door. “I need a cold shower. Good luck boss.”

  Bill watched him leave, frustration on his face, and a hard-on in his pants. He felt sorry for Herman, but not too sorry. He picked up a handful of dishes and carried them into the kitchen. “He was miserable.”

  “Why?”

  “You didn’t notice his erection?”

  “Actually, wasn’t looking there…so no.”

  “BJ?”

  “What?” She loaded the last plate into the dishwasher and started it.

  “I need you,” he took her hand and placed it on his erection.

  “Bill,” she stepped back, “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

  “I’m sure.” He pulled her to him, placing her on the counter. She’d changed from jeans to a sun dress and he realized within seconds she was completely naked underneath. “You’re killing me,” he groaned as his hands ran the length of her frame pulling her tight against him. Slowly he eased his hand between them and opened his jeans, releasing his erect cock. He pulled her closer, easing into her inner heat. His confidence bolstered when she gave him no resistance.

  BJ was wet and eager, locking her legs at his waist as he entered her heated sex, burying his nine inches to the hilt. Their lips met, and she felt his tongue deep in her mouth; his hands roaming over her back and her firm ass. BJ’s hands in turn gripped his ass, pulling him closer.

  Bill was going out of his mind. He was desperate to get a better look at her, and maybe a quick taste. Slowly, reluctantly, he moved back and pulled her dress down over her gorgeous breasts. He kissed her again as he took a breast in each hand. He took first one and then the other breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking over each nipple. He knelt down, lifting her skirt for access to her female lips, tasting her female essence as his tongue drove deep within her.

  BJ clutched his head, pulling him against her, enjoying his relentless tongue action. She pulled him up and snuggled close, easing his erection into her once again. She rocked back and forth, moaning as he pumped hard into her, wanting to see her satisfied as never before. They were in perfect unison when they heard the front door open. They immediately stopped mid-thrust, silently holding their breath, afraid they’d be caught. They heard someone take something out of the hall closet, then the door closed as the intruder left.

  Their lovemaking continued unabated, harder than ever. Bill’s swollen manhood pounded into her; he reached behind her, pulling her close as he exploded into her core, feeling her contractions as she began her own climax.

  Bill fell back, taking BJ into his arms and cradling her against his chest. “That was amazing.” He kissed her softly on the lips and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. “I want to do this again, but in my bed, are you game?”

  She knew she should say ‘no’, this had already gotten out of hand, but she couldn’t. She wanted, no needed, to feel this man make love to her again and again.

  Their desires were clear right from the beginning. Both wanted the same thing; their sexual appetites were a powerful draw between them. They’d both had sex with others and enjoyed it, however in many cases it was a matter of slam, bam, thank you ma’am and it was over. This encounter was different. They kept pace with each other coming back for seconds and thirds.

  They experimented with oral sex and good old fashion missionary style sex and still wanted more. Bill couldn’t believe BJ’s willingness to satisfy all his urges, his wants, all his erotic desires. This wasn’t just sex it was more…but what?

  Five

  When they didn’t come to the barn the next morning, Herman went looking for them. He was afraid something had happened, something awful. He found them snuggled together in Bill’s bed, naked as the day they were born. The sexual activity was evident with clothes everywhere and the musky aroma surrounding the satiated couple.

  “Get up! There’s work to do, chores to be done. What are you two thinking?” Herman scared the drowsy couple half to death.

  Bill jumped out of bed taking a defensive stance in front of BJ, his manhood at full attention. He looked down, eyed Herman and they burst out laughing. He hadn’t experienced this wonder, morning wood, in almost ten years.
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  BJ stared at the men wondering what was so funny.

  “Sorry BJ, male image. We all want to continue to be at full attention each morning but it wears off as we age.” Bill pointed to his penis, “This, my dear lady is a miracle and you’re the reason.”

  BJ blushed, and pulled back the sheet she’d grabbed to cover herself when Herman entered the room. “Come on big boy; show me what you can do.” She wiggled her finger, pointing to the spot next to her.

  Bill didn’t hesitate; he jumped back into bed and rose to the occasion, entering her core with a single push. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and he plunged repeatedly into her moist entrance, feeling his cock swell in anticipation of what was to come. He stopped short when he heard Herman catch his breath. Turning he spoke to his friend without skipping a beat, “Herman, why are you still dressed? Come on join us.” Bill turned back and drew BJ’s breast into his mouth sucking greedily on the nipple, pulling it toward him. He felt Herman’s weight as he joined them on the bed. With one last push, he came, knowing full well he hadn’t satisfied BJ.

  “It’s up to you,” Bill stammered as he fell back and closed his eyes in pure bliss.

  Herman was up for the task. He climbed between BJ’s open legs and pushed his engorged manhood into her wicked wetness, lost in the feeling of her female muscles pulling him into her silken heat. His penis was not as long as Bill’s, but he made up for it in girth. He watched, this love of his youth, welcome him, and he wanted more. Herman pulled back and rolled onto his side massaging her soft, ample breasts, feeling her nipples harden. He flicked his tongue teasingly around each perky bud, slowly kissing his way from her breasts to the tip of her toes and back again. He stopped at her swollen womanhood, taking her nether lips into his mouth and sucking first gently and then providing more tension. Herman felt her push into him, seeking more. He trailed his tongue across her nub, up to her naval, which he tickled with his tongue, making her laugh. Then he trailed his tongue across her stomach, leaving traces of hot, hungry saliva, and ascended to her breasts once again. It wasn’t near enough for either of them.