18. Ready
Chapter eighteen
Ready
As good at running as she was at swimming, Kizzy raced toward the place they hopped across the creek on half-submerged stones earlier. She found the crossing, but it was dark now, and she couldn’t see the rocks.
She heard Clem closing fast upon her, so she jumped to the first rock she saw. From there, however, no others were within leaping distance.
“Ah hah!” Clem cried, bursting through the underbrush, startling her.
Kizzy whirled around, laughing. “Look! What’s that, behind you?” she cried, trying to distract Clem long enough to leap past her and away.
“Oh, no you don’t, I’ve got you now.” Taking her wrists, holding them fast, but not tight, Clem said, her voice husky, “Come with me.”
She tugged Kizzy to a fallen tree half-buried in lakeside sand, making a perfect bench facing the lake. Clem sat grinning like a cat with a mouse and pulled Kizzy toward her.
A rush of sexual excitement danced along her spine. “What are you going to do?” she asked, digging in her heels and resisting a little.
With a twist of her head and a cockeyed grin, Clem yanked her close, picked her up, then settled Kizzy’s bare crotch atop one of her broad thighs. “This,” she said, pulling her skirt aside to expose her bare bottom as the back panels of the pantaloons gaped wide.
“Uh, oh…” Kizzy gasped, cool air and warm denim teased her naked flesh with new sensations. Clutching Clem’s broad shoulders, she closed her eyes to feel it better. Her bottom twitched with delight as her naked thighs rubbed against tight jeans.
“And I’m doing this.” Clem held her close with one arm and kissed her, as her other hand caressed her ass in small circles.
Kizzy ground herself against Clem’s thigh, then bounced up and down, her skirt dropping around them. The sensation was exquisite, so she did it again, and kept on doing it. It felt sinful and heavenly. Her head spun as she started losing control, wanting the feeling to go on forever and never stop.
Kizzy’s delighted bouncing enchanted Clem.
“Oh, ooh, that feels so… wonderfully wicked.” Eyes wide open, Kizzy blinked, then winked.
Clem laughed, pulling aside the skirt again to admire the smooth pink hills; one hand passed over the pretty bottom, down her thigh, and back up between them to cup Kizzy’s vulva.
She teased at the opening with her middle finger.
Finding a bit of moisture pooled there, she used it to circle Kizzy’s swollen clitoris, reveling in her amorous moan. “You’re ready.”
“I’m ready for what?”
Kizzy’s skirt swirled down and around as Clem lifted her from her thigh, then pulled her close, folded her into a tight hug, and kissed her with passion.
“Ready to meet my new improved johnson.” Anticipation made her heart beat faster; unbuttoning her trousers, she reached through several layers of clothing and pulled out her new one. “I want to use this with you tonight.”
Kizzy held the kid leather in her hand, examining it, squeezing. “It’s bigger and harder.”
Clem could almost feel her touch, fanning the flames of banked desire.
Voice thick, she said, “I have imagined taking you from behind so many times. You’re ready, and so am I.
” She kissed her. “Bend over this log and let me have my wicked way with you.” Clem’s arms tightened around her.
“I get so excited thinking of you that way.”
Kizzy’s breathing quickened as she thought about it. “I’ve never done that.” She squeezed the new johnson, and nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Okay, let’s do it.”
All the blood in her body raced from Clem’s head to toes and back again. Eagerness and long-repressed desire needled her to rush, but she reined herself in. Lifting Kizzy, she stepped over the log, setting her down. “Let me see your breasts,” she begged.
Kizzy unbuttoned her shirtwaist, pulling it wide until she bared both, leaving her arms and shoulders still covered with lavender gingham. She leaned back against the log, braced on her arms, exposing herself. “Like this?” She shimmied, and her breasts danced in the pale moonlight.
“Yes, like that.” Clem flexed her muscles, staring at Kizzy.
Taking care to be gentle, she palmed and caressed the full flesh, teasing tight nipples until wringing a moan from her lover’s tender lips.
She caged Kizzy with her arms, lowering her head and sucking on one nipple, then the other, letting them pop free from her lips only to tease them with her tongue.
A throbbing excitement rose within her as Kizzy’s urgent fingers tugged her hair, pulling her up for a passionate kiss.
Their lips met with fiery passion, bodies pressed tight together, hands sweeping over each other. Kizzy moaned into her mouth, a sensation so intoxicating Clem’s knees almost buckled.
“Mercy, woman, you drive me wild.” She kissed Kizzy again and spun her around. “I’ve got to have you. Now.”
Bending her over the log with one hand, she pulled Kizzy’s skirt up with the other. The crotchless pantaloons revealed both cheeks and the crease between, making her heart pound.
Kizzy settled herself over the tree trunk, peeking around her trailing skirt with a seductive smile. “I’m ready.” She wiggled her hips. Her bright eyes flashed with tantalizing invitation.
With eager fingers, Clem tugged at the back ties of the pantaloons. They dropped to the ground.
Kizzy hitched her skirt up even higher, exposing her slender waist, round hips, plump bottom, tight thighs, and well-shaped calves.
“Oh, my god,” Clem gasped, lost for words. She’d seen Kizzy naked but never in this position, although she’d pictured it many times. Staring in awe, Clem’s chest expanded, filled with want, desire, admiration, and a need to keep her safe and sound. There was no denying it, she loved this woman.
Just when she thought she couldn’t adore her more, smoldering eyes looked back at her and winked. “Don’t make me wait, I want you.” Kizzy blew Clem a kiss, and winked. “Take me now, darling.”
“Yes.” She stepped up behind her. “Spread your legs for me.”
Kizzy did even better. Balancing on her belly, she reached both hands back, grabbed her beautiful cheeks, and held them open while Clem guided the leather johnson to her sweet center.
Grabbing Kizzy’s hips, she eased it in, giving her time to adjust. The new, wider base rubbed against Clem, an amazing surprise.
“It feels so big.” Kizzy braced herself on the log as Clem bounced against her. “Ahhh,” she moaned. “And it goes deeper this way.”
Staring at the beautiful bottom raised before her, Clem held onto round hips as she found her rhythm.
With each bump against Kizzy, her clitoris rubbed the base, driving her to grind her pelvis, making that beautiful ass dance in front of her.
Clem tightened the grip on her hips, holding Kizzy against the log as she pulled back.
She pushed deep, rocking them against it, then again, and again.
A long, yearning groan said Kizzy needed more, and determination welled in Clem. She pumped faster.
“Yes, oh yes, that’s it. Oh, that’s good.” Kizzy swayed her back, lifted her ass, and rose on tiptoe, bracing herself on the log. “Harder, Clem,” she demanded. “Go faster, deeper.” She met each thrust with a grunt, pushing back for more. “Do it hard.” Another grunt. “Harder!”
Wanting to please her, driven by Kizzy’s groans and cries, she pressed deep, time after time. Clem grabbed that gorgeous ass with both hands, pushing and pulling, her hip and thigh muscles tensed as she took them right to the edge.
“Yes,” Kizzy cried, head back and tilted toward the sky. With feet and hands braced, she quivered on the brink. “Yes… aiiee! Oh God, Clem, yes, yes, yes… aiiee!”
Hearing her name shot a thrill down her spine that bounced off her belly and landed in her heart. She wants me. Kizzy wants… me.
Clem covered her, hips plunging deeper and faster, pinching tight nipples on swaying breasts.
With cool fresh air teasing her bare skin, the titillation of exposure with the tiniest possibility of being watched, thrilled her.
She nibbled Kizzy’s ear and whispered, “Come for me, my darling,” then rocked the woman she loved in her arms as she climaxed.
“Ah, ahh, ahhh…” Kizzy cried, rocking back against her, “Ahh-woo,” she keened into the night. “Woo, woo, woo, woo.” The woods echoed with her cries. “Ahhhh…”
Clem drove them forward against the log, groaning, as her need pressed hard against Kizzy’s plump bottom. “Oh, yes.” Panting with urgent desire, her orgasm raced upon her. “You’re mine, my darling, mine.” She thrust deep, exploding into the night, shouting to the sky, “Kezziaaaaaah!”
Clem fell along Kizzy’s back, kissing and caressing wherever she could reach. The sweet warm body beneath her undulated, as together they enjoyed ever smaller climaxes until they faded away.
Kizzy panted, catching her breath. “Oh, Clem.” She turned her head and looked over her shoulder, eyes glazed and gleaming, her smile beatific. “Wowzah.”
Sated and still throbbing, Clem palmed and pinched Kizzy's breasts, who wriggled her hips and sighed, melting under her touch. The warmth of her sweet wife filled her arms, and for a long, languid moment they rested that way, lying across the log, connected in a thousand ways.
She kissed the back of Kizzy’s neck while pulling out with care.
“Thank you.” She tucked the johnson back in her pants and buttoned up.
“I’ve wanted to do that ever since I held you against me between the blacksmith and hardware store in Independence, and it only got worse after I saw you in those pantaloons. ”
Kizzy stood up, her skirt tumbling around her, then turned and leaned against the log.
“That was so different.” She covered her bare breasts one shirtwaist button at a time.
“You went even deeper than you do with your fingers. I never felt anything like it,” she burbled, unable to contain her excitement.
“It was – I never…” Her voice stumbled. “You – it was – I’m… ” Thrilled blue eyes met Clem’s.
“Lost for words?” she teased, hugging Kizzy tight. “You’re right, darling, that was incredible.” She kissed the top of her head, inhaling the scent of clean hair. “It was the best, ever.” She kissed her long and slow. “Because you are the best,” she murmured against sweet lips.
Kizzy hugged her hard and squeezed. Letting go, she looked up with a playful grin, patted Clem’s cheek, and gave her a sassy wink. “Promise we’ll do that again.”
“I promise.” Elated, she responded with a passionate kiss and squeeze. “But right now, we’ve got to get back. It’s late, and you can’t see in the dark as well as I do. Stay here by the creek while I get our things.”
With a quick kiss, she hurried back to find their laundry, soap, scrub brush, and her flask, finishing the rum in it. What a woman I married! Clem laughed out loud and danced a quick jig, delighted Kizzy wanted to do it again. She adored her wife.
But how did Kizzy feel about her? Oh, sure, they liked each other and enjoyed being lovers. But this was an ‘arrangement’, right? Could a person as special as Kizzy ever love someone like Clem?
If anyone can, it will be Kizzy.
Returning a few minutes later, Clem found her rinsing between her legs with cold water from the creek.
She handed Kizzy her clean everyday pair of bloomers.
“Here you go.” She picked up the wedding-night pair still lying on the ground, waving them at her.
“When you’re in the mood for some special attention, put these on. You’ll get it.” She winked.
“How will you let me know if you want me?” Kizzy shot her a bold grin.
“I will always want you.” Clem swatted her sassy ass. “Anytime, anyplace, any way you want it. Now hop on my back.”
She crossed the creek with sure steps as excellent night vision led her from one dark stone to another across the rushing water.
Feeling her oats, happier than she had any right to be, she carried Kizzy most of the way back, only putting her down when the wagons appeared.
“Race you the rest of the way.” She lost with good grace.