The Western Chronicles
by B L Miller and Vada Foster
Josie struck a match and lit the wicks on the candles on the bedside table and wash stand. She turned around to find Rebecca standing by the bureau, her hands exploring the smooth contours of the totem she had placed there earlier in the day. The gunslinger walked up behind her and with a gentle nudge of her hands turned Rebecca around to face her, their bodies scant inches apart. With a slowness that was agonizing to both of them, she pulled the young woman's hips to her, the contact shocking each of them with its intensity. No words were spoken as the gunslinger lowered her mouth closer and closer to Rebecca's lips. They played a dance with each other over and over, lips moving forward, then pulling back in hesitancy.
"I love you so much," the gunslinger whispered with a tremble in her voice. "God, I’m shaking like a leaf." The blood of desire rose within them,
pushing their fears back bit by bit until at last there was no more doubt. They kissed again; their bodies pressed so closely together that each could feel the others heartbeat. Josie's tongue demanded entry to Rebecca’s mouth as her grip around the young woman tightened. Rebecca gave up trying to focus and closed her eyes as the kiss deepened to a level never before experienced by the young woman. Only the outlaw's grip on her waist kept her up on her shaky legs. Each felt a pounding deep in her loins when they finally separated to catch their breath. Blue eyes locked with green as unspoken words were exchanged.
Rebecca placed her hands on top of the stronger ones and pulled them
gently away from her waist. Maintaining eye contact, she knelt in front of
Josie. She let go of the outlaw's hands and with courage she didn’t even know she possessed, she ran her hands up and down the length of the gunslinger's legs, following the cut of her britches. Josie groaned and placed her hands on Rebecca's shoulders when she felt the shy hands graze the inside of her thighs. Leaning in, the young woman nuzzled against Josie's right thigh while her hands were busy unbuckling Josie’s leather belt. Rebecca leaned back and looked up at the outlaw in anticipation. A seductive smile played across Josie's lips as her hands moved to her belt.
"Is this what you want?" The gunslinger teased gently as she fingered the
buckle, slowly pushing the leather through. Rebecca swallowed and nodded mutely, her mouth suddenly dry. Both women were completely focused on Josie's hands as they slowly removed the belt, letting it drop to the floor. There would be no rushing tonight, no sudden moves. This would be a night of softness and slowness, the taking and giving of one's soul to another and receiving one in return. Josie reached for the button of her britches only to have smaller hands grasp her own.
"I'll do it." Rebecca's voice was barely a whisper as her hands moved in
and took over the task. Her hands followed the path of the britches as they made their way down the gunslinger's legs. Desire feeding strength into her legs, she rose to capture Josie's mouth with her own. Tongues danced and explored as they exchanged soft sighs of pleasure at the long awaited act. Josie's hands grasped at the young woman's dress, popping several buttons in her quest to pull her closer.
The outlaw blazed a trail of kisses up Rebecca's jaw line before stopping
just below the earlobe. "Rebecca..." Her warm breath tickled and excited as her hands moved between them to undo the remaining buttons on the dress. Josie's mouth moved down to capture her soft throat, marking it as her own. Rebecca helplessly groaned and leaned into her, unable to focus on anything except Josie’s mouth on her throat, exciting her in a way she had never dreamed possible.
Josie's mouth explored the newly revealed flesh as she lowered herself,
undoing one button after another until the dress was open, loosely covering
the young woman's breasts. Unable to take the anticipation, Rebecca removed her dress and camisole, exposing herself to the gunslinger's hungry gaze. Josie's mouth watered as her blue eyes drank in the delicious sight. The cool autumn night and the blonde's own passions caused her nipples to contract and point in a most inviting way. The gunslinger pressed her lips against Rebecca’s firm abdomen, feeling her love quivering against her.
"Josie…please." The sound of womanly desire burst forth for the first time
from her lips. She buried her fingers into the raven hair and guided her up for a kiss that left them both breathless and weak-kneed. Josie reached behind and cupped Rebecca's firm rear while the young woman was busy trying to separate the gunslinger from her shirt and vest.
Josie lifted her into her arms and carried her over to the bed, her left
nipple hardening at the feel of the young woman's skin against it. She laid Rebecca down and placed herself half over, half next to her, their breasts touching. She pulled the small shoes off the young woman, letting them fall to the floor with the rest of the clothes. Pulling Rebecca back into her arms, Josie rolled until she was on her back, the pleasurable weight of her blonde lover on top. They kissed deeply, their tongues urging each other on as both women struggled to remove Rebecca's under drawers without breaking lip contact. As she moved her hips and Josie pushed down on the material, inch by inch of Rebecca's creamy flesh was revealed. Only when the outlaw couldn't reach down any further did they finally break their kiss, allowing her to finish pulling off the last of Rebecca's clothes. The orange candlelight reflected off the glistening moisture of her soft blonde curls as Josie rolled her onto her back. A few quick movements and both women were completely naked against each other.
"Rebecca…" The gunslinger's lips were inches away. "I want you." She gave
her slow gentle kisses that made the young woman melt. A low moan escaped the blonde as she responded to the dizzying kisses. Josie pressed against her, sliding her right leg between Rebecca's. She made no attempt to go further, seeming content with the kisses. After what seemed an eternity of searching and exploring the younger woman's mouth, she lifted her head. "Rebecca…" She brought her trembling hand up to stroke her cheek. Rebecca reached out and caught Josie's hand. Slowly, she brought it down to her left breast. The gunslinger moaned softly and caressed the soft mound, deliberately avoiding the nipple.
Josie's voice was ragged as she brought her fingertips up to explore the
softness of Rebecca's lips. "For so long...I've wanted this for so long." The words were lost in a sea of kisses. Josie's hand went to the breast it had touched earlier, this time with more authority. She squeezed gently, rubbing her thumb across the pebbly flesh. She felt Rebecca's nipple hardening beneath her touch. Her kisses became more urgent, demanding. She broke the kiss and gazed down at the breasts exposed to her. The hungry look in her eyes opened a flood between Rebecca's legs. With great gentleness, the gunslinger lay on top of her, using her elbows to help support her weight. Like a hungry kitten, Josie licked and sucked, causing Rebecca to moan and murmur in pleasure. Instinctually, the young woman put her fingers in the raven hair and pressed Josie's head down. The gunslinger responded by nibbling and biting her sensitive tit, causing Rebecca to cry out and grind her pelvis against Josie's leg. "Oh…Josie…" Rebecca knew this was what she wanted, what she had waited so
long for. She needed this, needed Josie to make her a total woman. The activity on her nipple became more forceful in response to her increasing moans.
Josie could feel the passion building. She turned her attention to the
right breast for a few moments, lavishing it with the same treatment the other received, planting several soft kisses on it before continuing downward. She ran her tongue lightly over Rebecca's stomach, drawing more moans from the writhing blonde before returning to the creamy mounds of flesh.
"Rebecca…" Josie's voice was rough. "Tell me…tell me what you want." She
suckled the other breast while her thigh continued to rub against damp curls. Josie felt the hot moisture and knew that this was what her young love needed. She pressed firmly against Rebecca's mound, and was rewarded with another moan from the younger woman. Josie blazed a trail down Rebecca's body with her tongue, stopping to run the tip around an incredibly sensitive bellybutton before reaching the curly hair that covered the young woman's sex. Josie nuzzled the soft curls, relishing the feeling. The musky scent of her filled the gunslinger's nostrils as she slipped her tongue between the folds and licked up the juices that had formed. The sweet, salty taste made her hunger for more, but Josie didn't want to rush this. She wanted Rebecca, she wanted her bad, and tonight she would have her. Tonight Josie wanted to take this adored woman to new heights. She continued to lick the juices with her tongue, careful not to
touch the swollen bundle of nerves. Rebecca's squirming increased.
"Josie…please…I want you…I want to feel you…oh God please..." Rebecca said
desperately as she again arched her hips toward Josie. The young woman was in ecstasy. She had never felt this sensation before, never wanted to give herself completely to anyone. But, oh how she wanted this woman. She wanted everything her raven-haired lover could give. "I need to feel you…inside me," she finally said, her green eyes locking with the blue of her friend, her mentor, and her lover. Josie stopped her oral assault and moved up until her lips were near Rebecca's ear. With exquisite slowness, Josie brought two fingers to rest just outside the coral opening. "I love you." The words whispered into the young woman's ear could have been screamed for their intensity and force. With that,
Josie's fingers found their mark, quickly entering her young lover. Rebecca gasped at the slight pain, then moaned at the feeling of having her lover inside her body. Her hips moved slowly at first, keeping pace with Josie's gentle stroking. It wasn't long before her body took over, increasing the tempo, demanding longer and deeper with each thrust. Her cries of passion flowed over Josie, intoxicating her with the power she held. There was no doubt in her mind that Rebecca wanted… no needed… more.
"Yes…oh…Josie…" Rebecca's head was moving from side to side. She was
completely lost in the throes of passion and didn't know how to ask for what she needed. "More…" She was rewarded with a third finger sliding in and filling her up beyond words and feelings. She knew she couldn't last much longer. Josie felt it too. She slid her long body down and slipped her tongue between Rebecca's wet folds. She sucked, licked, and nibbled on the young woman's clit until she felt the rising crescendo approaching. She shoved her fingers hard into Rebecca, causing the younger woman to moan in her pleasure. Her focus was on what the gunslinger was doing between her legs, the soft tongue caressing her, the firm fingers thrusting in and out. Both women knew that she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
"Rebecca…come for me." Josie's hand was a blur as it entered and exited
Rebecca's womb. She felt the spasms start around her fingers.
"Come on…give your Josie what she wants…come on…give it to me…" Rebecca arched her back, forcing herself onto Josie's hand. Her hot tunnel gripped and
released the fingers it held as she felt herself floating away on waves of
ecstasy. "Oh God, Josie...Josie...OHHHHH!"
"Shh, it's okay, I've got you." The gunslinger gently withdrew her
fingers and pulled the young woman into a gentle embrace. "I love you, Sprite. I've got you and I'm never letting go." Still overcome by the force of her orgasm, Rebecca found herself completely overwhelmed by the gentle words and tender touches. She clung to Josie, who patiently continued to murmur endearments of love and devotion.
Eventually Rebecca's pulse slowed back to a normal level and she focused on the warm, lean body pressed against her. Her left hand slowly moved down Josie's side, curving over the womanly flair of the gunslinger's hip and back up again. She felt the deep breath expelled and smiled in the darkness. Her touch did have an effect on the older woman.
"You like that."
"Mmm," Josie replied, resisting the urge to guide the roaming hand to
where she wanted it most. Rebecca repeated the motion, increasing her exploration until her fingers brushed against wiry curls soaked with desire. The touch was too much for the gunslinger to ignore. With a loud groan she pulled the young woman on top of her and brought their mouths together.
Rebecca slipped her tongue in and tasted herself in Josie's mouth. Passion fed boldness and she reached up between them to cup the gunslinger's left breast.
"Ohh…you're so soft," she murmured. Although Rebecca wasn't experienced, she knew enough to know that what she liked her lover would enjoy as well. She brought her other hand in and had both of Josie's breasts under her
control. "Am I too much for you?" she asked, knowing that all of her weight was on Josie. The gunslinger shook her head vigorously and wrapped her arms around Rebecca's back, holding her in place. The young woman rewarded her with another kiss as she rolled the nipples between her fingers, drawing growls of pleasure from the gunslinger's lips. They stayed like that for several minutes, throwing oil on the already out of control fire raging between them. Rebecca's leg slipped between Josie's thighs and the dark haired woman immediately tried to grind her sex against it.
"God, Rebecca, please..." Josie's eyes closed when she felt one of
Rebecca's hands move down between her legs and press against the dark triangle of fur. She responded by pressing hard against it, soaking the young woman's hand with her desire.
"Yesss…" the gunslinger moaned huskily. "Oh, Rebecca, that's nice."
"Josie…I want to pleasure you," the young woman said in a raspy voice. Her finger slipped between the folds and felt exquisite wetness. A smile crept
to her lips. "Hmm, I do believe you are quite excited." She moved her finger slowly in and out, unsure of how fast or hard to press. Her shy movements made Josie's knees weaken as she fought not to swim away with the feelings that were coursing through her.
"Yes…I am…rather…excited." The words came out in staccato bursts.
"So am I." With that, they interlocked their legs, rubbing against each
other. Their hands moved over each other, searching, learning. "Josie…" Her voice was barely audible. She had never felt a passion like this. Rebecca continued her exploration, placing another finger inside the warmth of her lover. The gunslinger's back arched, giving Rebecca more access. Slowly she moved the fingers in and out, watching Josie's face as the excitement was building. The dark haired woman raised her hips, meeting each thrust.
"Rebecca…Oh…ahh…yes…yes…oh." Josie's words became incoherent as the passion consumed her. Rebecca placed her thumb on the swollen clit and rubbed
hard, imitating what felt good to her. Her other hand was busy exploring the soft swell of Josie's breasts. The gunslinger's moans became louder as she lost control. Rebecca felt Josie’s hot tunnel tightening around her fingers. She pinched the nipples and increased her pumping as the outlaw's moans gave way to screams of pleasure. Josie's body stiffened as a powerful orgasm ripped through her and wave after wave of juice poured from the older woman. Rebecca stopped pumping and held her fingers still, waiting for Josie to return from ecstasy. Slowly, the body beneath her relaxed and she removed her fingers. They lay together for a time, not speaking. Josie's fingers drew lazy circles against Rebecca's back as their breathing slowed and reality once again intruded into their lives in the form of the music still drifting in from the porch. Rebecca’s hand rested on Josie’s breast and her head was snug on the tall woman’s shoulder. Her mind still reeled from everything that had happened that day, and she sighed.
"This has been the most glorious day of my life," Rebecca said softly. "I
wish it would never end."
"I’ll do my best to make the rest of your days as glorious as this one,"
Josie replied. Rebecca mumbled something unintelligible against Josie’s breast, cuddled against her side and went to sleep.
40: Moving On
Josie was wakened by the sunlight streaming through the window. Rebecca’s head was on Josie’s shoulder, her arm was tossed over her chest and her leg draped over her thigh, just like most mornings of late. The thing that made this morning different was that they were both naked. Josie cupped her hand around the soft globe of Rebecca’s behind and pulled her even closer. Her skin tingled where Rebecca’s naked flesh pressed against her own, and she shuddered involuntarily as she remembered the passion they had shared the previous night. She softly kissed the top of Rebecca’s head, marveling at the depth of feeling the little blonde awakened in her. She might have lain there longer but she heard the sounds of activity in the house and wanted to make sure she caught the brothers before they were out and about. The roof was finished and before she and Rebecca could move on they would need some help to get the axle put on their wagon.
"Rebecca. Wake up, sprite. We need to get moving," she whispered, and received a mumbled response from the sleeping woman. " Hey, sleepyhead. Rise and shine," she said a bit louder, and was rewarded by a glimpse of sleepy green eyes.
"I’m up, I’m up," Rebecca said sourly, nuzzling her face into Josie’s soft breast.
"Uh uh, none of that or we’ll never get out of bed," Josie said as she reluctantly pulled herself away from Rebecca.
"Five minutes," Rebecca pleaded, clinging to the gunslinger.
"Sorry, baby. I hate to get up too, but we really do need to move on. Don’t make it any harder on me…please." Josie extricated herself from Rebecca and slid off the edge of the bed before the blonde could grab hold of her again. She rummaged through her clothes and began pulling them on as Rebecca watched avidly.
"I sure hate to see you cover up all that beautiful skin," Rebecca said with a sigh.
Josie laughed. "Only one night and you’re a sex maniac already," she said jokingly.
"You don’t want me to be? A sex maniac, I mean? Because it’s your fault if I am, you know. I was an innocent little girl when I met you."
"I want you to be exactly what you are. If that means you’re a sex maniac, then I am truly blessed. You’re my beautiful, sexy sprite, and if you don’t get out of that bed and put some clothes on, I am going to…" she paused and let Rebecca anticipate her words, and then surprised her with, "tickle you."
"No. Not that, please." Josie had tickled her once or twice in their time together, and she knew it made Rebecca laugh until she would cry. Rebecca threw the covers off and vaulted out of bed. Now it was Josie who admired the form before her, but not for long. "Brrr, it’s cold in here," Rebecca complained, and she pulled her clothes on so fast her dress was wrong side out and she had to take it off and put it on again.
"C’mere, you. I’ll warm you up," Josie said with a grin. Not needing to hear it twice, Rebecca scooted across the room and into Josie’s arms. The outlaw rubbed briskly up and down the smaller woman’s back several times before pulling her into a bear hug. "Ready to face those old men?" She asked playfully.
"If you won’t come back to bed with me, I might as well," Rebecca pouted.
"Hold that thought until we get out on the prairie where nobody will be around to hear you scream when you come," Josie said huskily as she nibbled Rebecca’s neck.
"Josie…you’re terrible! You make me get out of bed and then you tease me with…" She broke off as she realized what Josie had said. "Scream? Did I scream? I didn’t…realize."
"Oh, yes, you screamed all right. Just hearing it was enough to make me come with you." Rebecca’s cheeks flushed, and she lowered her eyes in embarrassment. She wished she were half as worldly as the woman whom she loved so she didn’t find herself behaving like a school girl all the time. Ah well, all in good time, she told herself. She also found herself hoping that the old men had been playing their music nice and loud when she screamed. "Come on," Josie said dragging her out of her reverie, "they’ll be sending out a posse for us pretty soon." She took Rebecca’s hand and kissed it, and then led her out of the bedroom.
Josie pushed back from the table and groaned. She had eaten more in the past couple of days since Horace had been cooking than she had in the two weeks before that. Rebecca’s cooking was far and away better than her own, but not near as good as Horace’s. She would miss the old men and the quiet peaceful life out on the farm. Watching as Rebecca washed up the dishes from supper, she pictured her in a kitchen of their own on a nice little farm somewhere out west. With Rebecca by her side this was a life style she could easily grow accustomed to. But with a price on her head, she feared she would always be on the move. Now more than ever she did not want to find herself staring down the barrel of some sheriff’s gun. She had Rebecca to take care of, and there was no way to do that if she were in jail, or worse. Her reputation as a fast gun could also earn her a bullet in the back from a cowardly bounty hunter more interested in the reward than concerned with whether he took her out in a fair fight. She shook her head to dispel such gloomy thoughts and stood up.
"Well boys I hate to leave such fine company, but we need to be moving on. I promised Rebecca I’d take her to learn from the medicine elders and I’d like to get there before the weather turns much colder." Rebecca draped the towel over the edge of the dishpan and came to stand beside her lover. She would also miss the idyllic life they had been leading, but she knew that as long as she and Josie were together it didn’t matter where they were, they would be home.
"We’re gonna miss you gals," Charles said sincerely. "Havin’ you here was like…well, almost like havin’ Ruth and Lillian around. Made me want to take a bath on a Saturday night and get spruced up, and I ain’t done that for a lotta years."
"Oh, Charles, we’re going to miss you too. Both of you." She gave first Charles and then Horace a big hug, and then turned and went to the bedroom to get their gear so the old men wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes. She couldn’t help but think that if her own father had been half the man these gentle brothers were, she never would have left home. Never would have followed Josie and learned the true depth of love. As miserable as her youth may have been, she would not change a day of it if it meant she would not have met Josie. When she returned to the kitchen, Josie was shaking hands with Charles and promising that they would stop by again if ever they were anywhere close. She turned to see Rebecca coming toward her with their bags.
"Got everything?" She asked in a gravelly voice that almost betrayed her emotions.
"Yes." Josie took some of the bags from Rebecca and started for the door, determined not to cry. She and Horace had hauled the axle up to where her wagon had broken down and fixed it early that morning, and she had packed up all but their clothes and harnessed the horse right before supper. Now there was nothing to do but to get on the road. Josie stowed her bag beneath the canvas tarp after removing her gunbelt and strapping it on. She had not worn a gun for almost two weeks, and the weight of it almost felt foreign to her. Rebecca came out side with the two brothers on her heels and Josie could hear her making the same promise to visit that she had made. She also knew that both of them would very much like to keep that promise.
Josie climbed into the seat and held out her hand to the little blonde. Rebecca placed her hand in Josie’s and allowed herself to be drawn into the wagon. With a slap of the reins on Flossy’s flanks and a sharp "gee up" the women pulled away.
The wagon moved slowly across the trail, the light clip-clop of Flossy's hooves against the hardened earth creating a hypnotic rhythm that threatened to put Rebecca to sleep. Josie looked over at her lover, shaded from the sun by her soft beige hat, the edges dog-eared from age and wear. She watched the way the soft blonde hair cascaded out from under the hat to flow gracefully across her shoulders, the warm wind sending several strands whipping in the air. Her gaze fell on the soft earlobe, the soft sensitive earlobe, she corrected herself. There was a moment the night before when the gunslinger swore she was going to send Rebecca over the mountain just by suckling that soft piece of flesh. Gone were the road, the fields, and the sky. All that was focused in Josie's eyes was the vision of her sprite. Her ears filled with the memories of their lovemaking, the moans, the sighs, the whimpers, and the gunslinger's favorite sound, the soft cry that Rebecca made just before her world exploded. It was a sound Josie knew she would never tire of and would always long to hear. Her visual inspection moved to Rebecca’s lips. Those oh so soft lips that begged to be kissed. Those lips that parted ever so slightly when Rebecca was sailing under her touch. Those lips that sought to return the pleasure as often as possible. Those lips that covered her warm, inviting mouth. There was a place Josie never wished to leave, or have leave her. In a short time, Rebecca had mastered the art of lovemaking with her mouth. She'd used her lips, tongue, and teeth in perfect harmony with each other to bring the gunslinger to a quivering mass of bones and flesh.
The wagon hit a small bump and Rebecca shifted position slightly, leaning back against the seat and drawing her hat down over her eyes to keep the sun off. Her arms were folded across her body below her breasts, which now had the gunslinger's complete attention. Josie licked her lips subconsciously as she undressed the blonde with her eyes. Her breasts, those full, soft, sensitive, and oh so responsive breasts. Those nipples that hardened with just a look, that sent palpable shockwaves through the young woman when they were licked, that never seemed to tire of being played with, much to the gunslinger's great joy. Josie felt the familiar stirring deep inside as her desire for Rebecca once again welled to the surface, threatening to take control. The gunslinger turned her attention reluctantly to the road, searching carefully for any sign of other people. The long, flat land stretched out for miles in all directions, satisfying her that they were completely alone.
Josie knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had to have Rebecca right then and right there, and she would. She tucked the reins under her leg, keeping them nearby just in case. Flossy was well mannered enough or lazy enough to follow the trail made by so many previous travelers. That task completed, Josie leaned over and, without warning, scooped her half-asleep lover up in her arms and deposited her on her lap. Before the startled woman could say a word, her mouth was claimed in a fierce kiss that spoke of the gunslinger's need and desire. "I love you, sprite. I love you and I have to have you."
"Mmm," the blonde replied as Josie thoroughly kissed her again. Sitting across the gunslinger's lap, Rebecca was completely helpless to her wandering hands, a fact that Josie exploited to her full benefit. Her left arm was supporting Rebecca’s back while her right arm was roaming up and down Rebecca’s body, squeezing firm thighs and buttocks, softly cupping her full breasts. Josie knew exactly where the blonde’s nipples were and deliberately avoided them in her exploration, knowing that it would drive Rebecca even higher with desire. "Josie…" Although surprised by the sudden move onto the gunslinger's lap, Rebecca nonetheless willingly surrendered herself to whatever her love wanted. She moaned softly as a demanding tongue possessed her mouth, driving away all rational thought. Such was what the tall woman did to her. Her touch, the strength of her desire, the absolute wholeness of her love overpowered the younger woman’s senses, leaving her weak-kneed and helpless, burning with an ache that only Josie could satisfy.
Tongues danced and dueled within the confines of the young woman's mouth while strong, nimble fingers deftly began to unbutton the top of Rebecca’s dress. Small fingers dug deep into raven hair in a vain attempt to bring them closer. Josie's fingertip drew a slow, sensual line from just below Rebecca’s ear to her navel, leaving a trail of goosebumps and excited nerves in its wake. Rebecca groaned in protest when the kiss ended, but gasped in pure pleasure when she felt those warm lips close around her earlobe. "J-Josie …mmm…don't you think we should…ooh…stop…for a while? Oh..." Every flicker of the gunslinger's tongue against her sensitive lobe sent jolts of pleasure through her body to pool between her legs.
"No," Josie replied as she pulled her lips away for a moment to whisper into Rebecca’s ear, smiling when she saw and felt the younger woman shudder at the huskiness of her voice. "I don't want to stop…anything." Josie licked her ear to prove her point. "You really don't want me to stop, do you?" She said, grinning at the vigorous shake of the blonde head. "Hmm, I didn't think so." She rewarded Rebecca’s answer by continuing to unbutton the bodice of her dress and reaching inside to cup the left breast, her thumb lazily rubbing back and forth against the hardened nipple. "Very nice, sprite…I love the way your body responds to my touch." She had no doubt that her young love was dripping with passion and the thought only served to increase the trickle between her own legs.
"Unngh…I love…your touch," Rebecca moaned as her hips started to rock.
"Hmm…so it would seem," Josie said before bringing her mouth down to taste the sweetness of Rebecca’s lips again. The kiss turned from gentle to passionate to searing to completely out of control as the gunslinger's fingers squeezed and fondled Rebecca’s painfully erect nipple. They came up for air and Josie leaned back in her seat, pulling the young woman's head against her chest as both fought to regain the senses that the kiss had completely decimated.
"Stand up," Josie said softly, stilling the movement of her hand on the younger woman's back.
"You've got to be kidding," Rebecca murmured, bringing her own hand from around the gunslinger's neck and cupping her right breast through the black shirt. "You don't really expect me to be able to move, do you?"
Josie let her play for a few moments, enjoying the feeling before her own desires for the young woman finally won out. "Up." She helped Rebecca to her feet, keeping her hands around the small waist for balance. The gunslinger turned her and pulled her back down, this time so that the smaller woman’s legs were straddling her. Josie reached down and grabbed the backs of Rebecca’s thighs, pulling her knees up onto the sheepskin covered seat, which in turn, brought the young woman closer until the crotch of her underwear was pressed up against the gunslinger's belly. "Much better," Josie said as she reached up and finished unbuttoning Rebecca’s dress. She then pulled the top of the dress down off Rebecca’s shoulders, baring her succulent breasts. The motion also caused the young woman's arms to be pinned by the sleeves, a situation that Josie did not want. She loved the feel of those arms around her, the fingers clasping and unclasping her hair as she drove Rebecca wild with passion. No, this just would not do. She reached back and helped free the young woman's arms, in the process claiming a soft breast for her mouth.
Rebecca cried out and did exactly what Josie wanted, burying her hands deep into the raven hair and pressing her body close. The constant jostling of the wagon made the familiar flicks of the gunslinger's tongue more pronounced, the sensations more intense. Josie kept both of her hands behind Rebecca’s back, supporting her and keeping her close as she moved her mouth to give equal attention to the other breast. The rocking of the blonde's hips became more pronounced as her need grew. The gunslinger smiled and nipped the tender nipple with her lips, groaning herself when she heard Rebecca’s moan. Josie reached down and cupped the firm buttocks with her hands, squeezing firmly before allowing one hand to reach even further between the young woman's legs and press against her swollen sex. Rebecca cried out and pressed hard against the strong fingers, cursing the material that stood between her and the fingers she so desperately needed to feel.
"So ready," Josie murmured, pressing harder with her hand, the dampness of the cotton foretelling the flood that awaited her. She couldn't wait to remove Rebecca’s underwear, the need to please as great as the young woman's need to be pleased. The gunslinger released her hold on Rebecca’s breast and used the hand on Rebecca’s rear to push the young woman against her, raising her slightly. The movement caused a certain amount of slack in the material, just as Josie had hoped for. Rebecca’s head was buried in the crook of the gunslinger's neck, a position that the young woman quickly took advantage of, suckling and nibbling every piece of skin she could reach.
Josie closed her eyes at the delicious sensation of her love devouring her neck. The movements of her fingers between Rebecca’s legs increased in pressure and speed in reaction to the young woman's movements against them. "Yes sprite," she murmured as a series of small cries escaped her lover's throat in rhythm to the firm strokes. The rough feel of her undergarments rubbing back and forth against her was enough to start the overheated blonde's body trembling. "Oh Rebecca…so nice…so very nice…." She murmured to her beloved as she continued the exquisite torture. The soft cries of passion mixed with deep, husky groans from Rebecca gave music to the motions of the gunslinger's fingers. Josie's own clit throbbed in rhythm to the activities taking place scant inches away. She spread her fingers out and pressed, trapping cloth and Rebecca’s most sensitive spot between them. Josie captured the little woman's sensitive earlobe in her mouth and began sucking in synch with the squeezing together of her fingers.
"Josie…oh Josie …unngh…oh…" Each word came out at a slightly higher pitch than the previous one. The gunslinger's arm pressed Rebecca hard against her, breasts crushing against each other as she released the lobe and placed her lips softly against the blonde's ear. The young woman heard every passion filled breath caress her ear, matching the tempo between her legs.
"Oh sprite, I love you so much," Josie whispered softly, her own eyes shut tight as she lost herself to the feelings. "I love doing this, you know." The husky voice was having the desired effect on the treasure in her arms. Rebecca was doing more gulping than breathing as her thigh muscles clenched hard against the gunslinger's hips, unmindful of the gun strapped there. Josie pressed two fingers together and placed them squarely over the wet cotton that covered Rebecca’s swollen clit and rubbed hard and quick. "Yes sprite…now."
The soft words spoken into her ear carried her over the edge. Rebecca’s fingers clawed helplessly at the gunslinger's shoulders as she cried out, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Josie's hand stilled, enjoying the flood of wetness that seeped through the cotton. She shifted the limp woman until she was lying across her lap, holding her close. "I love you, Rebecca," she murmured as she placed gentle kisses on her lover’s lips. "So beautiful."
Green eyes opened to slowly focus on deep blue ones so full of love for her. Beneath her ear, Rebecca felt the steady thumping of the gunslinger's heart. She raised her hand to stroke the bronzed cheek. "I just look at you and I melt," she murmured, slowly feeling her energy return along with her passion. She slid off Josie's lap, holding on to her arms for support and changed positions, mindful of the leather reins lying tucked under the gunslinger's strong leg. Rebecca pressed with her knee, forcing Josie's legs apart. She pressed her knee firmly against the older woman's sex while pressing her own down against the bounty hunter's strong thigh. Both women groaned into each other's mouths at the contact. Rebecca kept her knee still as the raven-haired woman adjusted to just the right position. The blonde's hand gently fondled Josie's breast through the shirt as they started to rock against each other.
The road beneath became just a bit rougher at that point, adding a few extra jolts to their rocking. The constant pulsing between Josie's legs grew in intensity until she finally felt the release she so desperately needed - a small, sweet, gentle orgasm to take the edge off, to sate the need momentarily. She let out a long, deep groan and held Rebecca close, knowing that the younger woman could feel her sex still pulsing through the layers of cloth. Both knew they weren't finished. Within seconds, Josie's hands were beginning to wander again and her mouth moved down to capture Rebecca’s breast. "Josie …yessss," she hissed, arching her back and burying one hand into the raven hair while the other held on to the gunslinger’s shoulder for support. She thought she'd go over the edge right then when she felt Josie's warm tongue flicking back and forth on the sensitive flesh. The gunslinger reached down and tried to separate Rebecca from her clothes while remaining affixed to her breast, and growled with frustration when the task proved to be impossible. They separated long enough for Rebecca to sit down on the seat next to her and try to remove her boot. Josie's desire overrode her patience as she reached down and yanked the boot off easily. "Thanks," the smaller woman said, leaning in for a kiss.
"Mmm, you are most welcome," she replied, deepening the kiss as her hand returned to one of its favorite places, namely her lover’s breast. She leaned forward, pressing Rebecca back down against the sheepskin. The leather reins fell loosely to the ground, causing Flossy to stop, not that either woman noticed, nor did they notice when the mare spotted a nearby patch of grass that looked quite tasty and she and Phoenix left the trail and began to graze. All the women noticed was the exquisite passion and desire that flowed between them. As much as Josie needed to feel the velvet liquid of Rebecca, she needed to make love to her breasts and mouth at the same time and couldn't pull herself away. Rebecca meanwhile was completely under the gunslinger's spell and unable to do anything more than softly moan and gently caress the raven head lying on her breast. Neither woman was particularly comfortable, but they were reluctant to move and end the moment. Only when Josie's back screamed at her and Rebecca’s leg threatened to cramp up did they finally separate. Josie looked at the fabric of Rebecca’s dress pooled around her waist with the flowing skirt still covering the treasure she longed to possess. Her fingers moved to the belt that held the garment up and Rebecca noticed that, quite surprisingly, the normally strong and sure hands were trembling as she worked to loosen the buckle.
Josie knelt down in front of Rebecca, precariously balanced on the narrow floorboard. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Josie dimly noted that they were no longer moving, but filed it away such as one might the knowledge that apples were on sale at the trading post. Slower than she thought possible, her hands drew Rebecca’s dress down over her hips, taking the underdrawers with it. Josie swallowed and her eyes became hooded as her nostrils filled with the scent of her lover and soft blonde curls came into view, glistening with desire. "Oh my little sprite," she murmured, bringing her lips in to nuzzle against the soaked hairs. She shoved the underdrawers down below Rebecca’s knees and reluctantly pulled her mouth back, but not before snaking her tongue out to coat it with the sweetest of honey. Rebecca pulled one foot free of the confining underwear and then kicked them off with the other foot.
The gunslinger stood and quickly dropped her pants and drawers down to her ankles, the gunbelt hitting the floorboard with a thud. She twisted and sat back down, holding her arms out for her willing lover to join her. Rebecca quickly straddled her leg; her soaked thighs rested just above equally wet ones. She put her hands on Josie's chest to stop her advances. "Wait," rocking gently against her, the blonde unbuttoned the gunslinger's shirt, pushing it aside to reveal the full mounds, erect with need. Rebecca spread her knees apart, sliding down to cover Josie's nipple with her mouth. Instantly a firm hand grasped the back of her head, keeping her in place.
"Yes…" Josie hissed, throwing her head back, the raven hair falling loosely around her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered shut as Rebecca began to nibble and nip in addition to her suckling and licking. She pressed the young woman's mouth against her harder, not completely worried if she could breath or not, the need so overpowering. "Please…"
Rebecca knew the meaning behind the timbre of Josie's voice. She raked her teeth across the engorged nipple and moved to the other side, the gunslinger's hand still firmly planted against the back of her head. Her fingers quickly took up residence at the abandoned nipple, pinching and rolling it between them while her lips, teeth, and tongue mercilessly attacked the other. Rebecca’s soft moans of delight blended with the groans of the gunslinger as they remained lost in time to the rest of the world.
Josie's hands began a lazy descent down Rebecca’s back until she couldn't resist the urge any longer. She reached down and slipped her index finger between the folds, groaning both at the amount of sweet nectar that awaited her and at the increased sucking on her breast, no doubt a direct result of her actions between Rebecca’s legs. The gunslinger pulled her closer, causing the young woman to lose her hold on the bounty hunter's nipple. She quickly found Josie's mouth an acceptable substitute, driving her tongue in just as she felt the firm finger stroke against her clit. Rebecca wrapped her arms tightly around the gunslinger's neck and rocked hard against her hand. Josie slipped another finger in to join the first in her quest to take Rebecca. Once both were soaked to her satisfaction, she pulled them back and slowly circled her young love's entrance. "Oh god, please Josie …please," Rebecca cried as she tried unsuccessfully to drive herself onto the strong fingers. She growled in frustration and dove against the gunslinger's neck, determined to convince her tall lover to give her what she needed.
"Rebecca…" Josie said with a moan, leaning her head back to allow better access, her fingers lightly brushing against the smaller woman's sensitive nub. Without warning, Josie entered her with one long deep stroke. Rebecca cried out, slamming her hips down hard, trying to drive the gunslinger in deeper. Josie added a third finger, filling her lover while her other hand slid around to the front and joined the pleasure. She rubbed and circled Rebecca’s sensitive clit in rhythm to her stokes in and out, both of which were picking up speed as the blonde's hips moved faster than they would ever have been able to do under any other circumstances. Her groans and cries grew louder and she reached for Josie's nipples, wanting her to share in the moment. "Yes…yes my sprite…so good…"
"It's…because…oh…of you…." Both women’s voices were strained and panting from exertion.
"Rebecca…" Josie stopped the movements of her hands and waited until the young woman opened her eyes and looked at her. "Watch," Josie said softly as she moved her hand from the front of her love to reach between her own folds, letting out a deep groan as she touched the long denied nerve. She stroked Rebecca firmly, raising her off her lap with each upward stroke. The young woman's hands continued to fondle Josie's ample bosom while the gunslinger used her hands to pleasure them both. Rebecca looked down and watched as Josie's fingers moved back and forth rapidly against her own sex. She looked back up to watch the blue eyes flutter shut and the gunslinger's back arch. Josie's hand became a blur against herself as her other hand stilled within her lover. She threw her head back and gritted her teeth as she felt Rebecca’s warm mouth claim her left breast, her right one being kneaded and pinched by knowing fingers. With a howl that barely resembled her lover's name, Josie's hips lurched off the seat and her legs slammed shut, trapping her left hand between them. Rebecca had the presence of mind to use her hands to grab on to the gunslinger's shoulders for balance. The bounty hunter remained motionless for a moment as the shocks pulsed through her body. Josie slowly lowered herself back on the damp seat with Rebecca tucked against her chest. With infinite slowness, she began to stroke her lover again, long, deep strokes that earned the gunslinger a hedonistic groan from the young woman. Within seconds, Josie felt the rush of renewed passion flowing from within Rebecca and she picked up the pace, bringing her left hand back through the golden curls to stroke the blonde's aching bundle of nerves.
"Josie…oh…yes, please…Josie…" Rebecca gave up on rational thought, digging her fingers into the gunslinger's upper arms. Her hips rocked back and forth wantonly as she forced her lover's strong fingers into her again and again. Her body quivered, then stilled, frozen in ecstasy. Josie expended her remaining energy, ignoring the ache in her forearm as she tried to draw out Rebecca’s orgasm as long as possible. The gunslinger's name was torn from the young woman's lips as she reached the pinnacle of pleasure and collapsed against Josie's chest.
The gunslinger immediately withdrew her hands, pulling Rebecca’s center up to press against her lower belly in an attempt to maintain contact with the still quivering area. She wrapped her arms around the healer and murmured soft words of endearment to her. "Shh…I've got you. I love you…I'm right here, sprite." Josie didn't know if Rebecca heard the words or not but she knew she understood the meaning and the tone as she felt the young woman relax against her. She felt the strong heartbeat slowing down to a more normal pace as she stroked the blonde hair and held her tight until she felt Rebecca try to move.
"You…" The young woman said, reaching up to stroke her finger down the length of the gunslinger's cheek, "…are wonderful."
"Mmm…" Josie took the wayward finger and kissed it before pulling Rebecca closer to her. "So are you, sprite…so are you."
They sat together like that for several moments until a soft nicker from Phoenix reminded them of where they were. Rebecca picked her head up and looked around. "Seems like a good place to camp for the night."
"We still have at least three more hours of traveling to do before nightfall," Josie protested half-heartedly. The little woman looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before pulling herself up to whisper into the gunslinger's ear.
"Well…if we make camp now…" She flicked out her tongue to lightly touch Josie's ear, "Perhaps I can arrange for a little something for both of us to eat, hmm?" Her husky voiced whisper left little doubt as to what she had in mind for them to consume.
"An early camp, sure. What’s a few hours one way or the other?" The gunslinger quickly agreed, pulling her lover in for a passionate kiss guaranteed to leave them both breathless.