The Stranger

Author's note: I had soooo much trouble writing this chapter. I'm so sorry you guys! Hopefully the content will make up for my fail at updating. D:

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When she left that day, I felt as if I was glowing on the inside. I had never felt this happy before.

We had both laid our cards on the table and we were showing the things that dragged us down. That held us back.

I desperately wanted to try and put my past with those red-skins behind me and learn to trust them as she had. They were her family. She had told me that she wanted to introduce me to the Dine’s one day soon. I felt small shivers of fear crawl up my back, but I pushed it away.

Now was not the time to let my past haunt me. We both needed to let everything go and start anew with each other. If we could make this work…

I would be able to die happy, no matter how soon in life my death would come.

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Time seemed to just fly by.

Weeks passed without incident.

Whenever I would have a day or night or even a few spare hours off from work, I would try to find some way to spend it with Lynn or trying to get closer to her.

We would go to that hill in the dead of night, when no one could see us and kiss for long, silent moments. I would blush at the sounds or lips and tongues made, but those noise would get overpowered by my moans.

I felt that special area between my legs throb and dampen with just the thought of her.

Whenever we would kiss… I would whine and shift, trying to make the pulsing go away.

It was like an itch I was drying to have scratched. Lynn would always push me away before it got that far though.

“I don’t want you to have any sort of regrets about this, Millie.” She would always tell me whenever I tried to crawl into her lap. “We need to be smart about this.”

I was not very educated in relations of that sort except what my mother had told me when I had begun my monthly cycles of bleeding. I remember not liking what she had said, cringing at how painful the act sounded.

She had told me that relations was for starting families and that my future husband had to stick one of his body parts inside of me and release a seed of some sort. The thought absolutely terrified me.

The day I brought up the subject to Lynn, I got a whole new view point of it.

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It was another Monday, so we were closed. I had already finished scrubbing the place down and doing any clerical stuff that need to be finished.

Lynn had already come in and was currently up in my bedroom, waiting for me to be finished.

I walked up the stairs and paused in the door way of the room. She was lounging on the mattress with her eyes closed, her hair lying freely around her, and her hands supported her head. She was smiling a bit.

She made a small groaning noise and her legs shifted a bit… almost rubbing together. I cocked my head. That looked like what I do whenever we kissed.

I waited a bit longer, drinking in the sight of her wonderful form before I broke the silence.

I cleared my throat gently and her eyes slipped open lazily. She smiled at me and held out one of her arms, inviting me into my own bed. I snorted and cuddled into her side.

“What were you doing just now, Lynn?”

“What do you mean? I was restin my eyes.” Her brow furrowed in confusion.

“No, when you groaned a bit and shifted around? What was that?” She…

Was that a blush I saw?

Oh my goodness, it was… My Lynn was blushing. The rosiness kissed the apples of her cheeks and she looked away, embarrassed.

“What? What’s wrong?” I was getting into my teasing mood now. Why was she so embarrassed?

“Millie…”

“What Lynn? Tell me! Please?” I pulled a sad puppy look on her. She sighed and kissed me.

I throbbed.

“Millie, when we kiss, what do you feel?

“Warm and… kinda smothered… like I can’t breathe. I-I also get really wet in the slit between my legs. It pulses and throbs, kinda. Almost like it’s synching up with my heart.”

She… it looked like she was panting a bit. Was she breathing okay?

“Millie, do you know a lot about what happens when people make love to each other?”

“Not really… I mean I know what my ma told me, but it wasn’t much… and it sounded painful.” I grimaced.

“Well, it can be, especially if a man and a woman are together.” She chuckled a bit. “When you kiss me, and you get that warm, throbbing feeling, that means you’re aroused.”

What?

Aroused? I always heard that only men get aroused. At least that’s what all the girls that worked for me kept talking about.

“What? What do you mean?”

“It means that… well that you really like the person you’re with and that you want to make love with them.”

“But I’m not too sure how we can do that, Lynn. I was always told that men had to stick something in me to make love to me. To be honest, I was kinda confused when you said that you and Doowal had ‘made love’ and that you liked it so much.”

She bit her lip, a habit she was picking up from me, and sat up slowly, bring me up with her.

“Millie, you know I have to go stay at the reservation for a week or so, right?” I nodded sadly. I was going to miss her presence.

“Well, I want you to try something, while I’m gone.”

“O-okay. What?”

“I want you to… well, I want you to touch yourself.”

There was a pause and she began to laugh harder than I have ever seen her laugh before. She was nearly in tears by the time she was done.

“Millie, it’s not that far-fetched of an idea. Let your eyes get back to their normal size, please.” Apparently my eyes had grown to the size of dinner plates.

Touch myself?

What? How could she even suggest such a thing?

“Why do you want me to do that, Lynn? You think I’m some kind of pervert or something?” I huffed and folded my arms, turning away. She chuckled a bit and rested her hands on my shoulders.

“No, Millie. I’m asking you to do this so you can find out what feels good for you. Women can feel good when it comes to this kind of thing and the best way to find out what feels good is to try it yourself. It’s not as bad as the priests make it out to be, I swear.”

I huffed. There was no way this would work.

“Fine… but when nothing happens, you’ll owe me.”

“Alright darling, I’ll come up with some way to repay you, if you don’t like it.”

I nodded and she kissed the top of my head, pulling me close to her.

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She left a few days later, but not before reminding me of my promise. I was hoping she woulda forgotten.

Damn woman.

So there I was, lying in my bed naked after we had shut down the saloon.

I felt stupid.

I knew this was a bad idea.

I ran my hands down my body like she said and didn’t feel anything. Not even a tiny little pulse.

I huffed in frustration. Just what was I supposed to do to make it go better?

Our kisses popped into my head and suddenly, it was like my body came alive.

My hands felt like heaven on my hips and stomach. I rubbed my thighs together instinctively and I let out a soft mewl.

I guess she was right.

My right hand shakily reached upward and cupped my full breast. Wow… It felt amazing. The little peak on it hardened and I felt it swell. I ran the tip of my finger over the nipple (was that what she had called it?) and shuddered at the intense spike of fire it sent through me.

I cupped both breasts and stroked them. I put a little more pressure here and gasped, I teased there and moaned, and then I licked the tips of my fingers and pinched my nipples and my hips nearly jumped off the bed in excitement. It was all so overwhelming.

It was like the heat of the sun was rushing though me and culminating between my thighs. I looked down at the junction. I think I saw moisture on the hairs there.

I tentatively reached down and tangled my fingers in the bush of red hair. It was moist, damp, and hot.

I slowly opened my legs, letting the cooler air of the night brush against the heat of that slit and I shivered at the contact. I cupped the area and a breathy moan came out of me involuntarily.

How could these tiny touches feel this good?

I opened the lips and felt the wetness seep out. I used my middle finger to explore. It dipped into my hole, slightly. It was tight in there. I bucked up against it and moaned at the penetration.

Lynn had told me not to fixate in one area though. She had told me to explore. I could almost hear her voice in my ear, whispering to me in the rough voice of hers.

My hips bucked again at the thought of her voice. God, I wanted her with me right now. I wanted her hands to be the ones stroking me, fueling this all-consuming flame within me.

I moved my finger further up the slit, exploring. When I hit that little bump I keened so loudly that I was afraid that anyone out of the streets woulda heard me. Oh god, it had felt so good.

I rubbed the soft skin around that pearl, moving my finger in circles. The pleasure was less intense, but it just made me want so much more.

I stroked lightly until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pressed the little bump with the middle finger of my left and plunged two fingers of my right hand into the hole I had discovered. I moaned and tossed my head back into the pillows.

Lynn… I needed her here. I wanted to have her mouth smothering my own, plunging her deft tongue into my mouth. I wanted her to kiss down my body and touch me between my legs.

The pulsing got stronger. My hips were thrusting against my fingers and my left hand was rubbing frantically at the little pearl.

My body was clenching so tight and I felt as if some kind of wave was threatening to spill over. It felt so intense and so amazing. Lynn had said it would be good, but this was incredible.

“Oh… Lynn! Oh god… more ple-please… God! More… I-I need…” I was babbling, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t think. I could hardly speak. Anything I was trying to say was broken up but the near constant groans coming for my throat.

All of a sudden, I felt a build happening, centered on that little nub I was stroking. It happened so fast, there was no way I could slow down or stop it.

“Oh! Oh God, Lynn!”

And then it was like a gate had burst open, waves upon waves of pleasure crashed over me. My hole clenched, my body shook, and my throat tightened around the loud, keening whines coming from it. My chest heaved with the desperate need for air and my legs quivered with the force of this… wonderful thing that had happened.

I pulled my hands away and rested them on my stomach. My eyes were closed and I was basking in the sensations that had wracked my body.

Oh god, Lynn… that had been wonderful. I couldn’t wait try it again.