| I leave the meadow and head to the wagon. A few other people go in the same direction, but I pay no attention to them while I reflect on the time I spent with Andrew today, remembering our kissing with particular fondness. Hopefully, another opportunity to meet up with my boyfriend will present itself in the near future and allow me to keep my promise. |
| Vaguely aware of the sound of a set of footsteps persisting behind me, I eventually become curious enough to look at the person following me, who turns out to be none other than my sister. "Hey, Maisie," I say unenthusiastically. |
| "Hi, Jenny." She swiftly catches up to me. "It's so nice of you to finally take notice of me." |
| "You could have informed me of your presence at any time," I say with slight irritation. |
| "Of course, but it was more entertaining this way," she replies lightheartedly. |
| Smiling, I shake my head. "I noticed you earlier, though. Did anything happen between you and your dancing partner, is that why you're in such a good mood?" |
| "I had fun, but no," she answers in an indifferent tone. "Nothing happened, and nothing ever will." |
| "You ditched him already?" I say, pretending to be shocked. "That was fast, even for you." |
| "It's not like we were together, so that doesn't count," she replies defensively. |
| I chuckle. "If you say so." |
| Maisie fails to stifle a laugh. "What about Andrew? I expected him to accompany you." |
| I sigh. "I wasn't thinking and declined his offer to do so. Silly me!" |
| She puts her hand on my arm. "Did he take it badly?" |
| "He seemed quite disappointed, but I made up for it by giving him a kiss," I say proudly. |
| "Nicely done, Sis." She pats my arm and withdraws her hand. "Your wish came true, then?" |
| "Indeed, and at sunset, no less. It was so romantic." I lean toward her and whisper, "He even put his tongue into my mouth." |
| "Got more than you bargained for, eh?" she whispers back. |
| "I suppose," I reply uncertainly. "But I very much enjoyed it." |
| Maisie giggles. "I wasn't serious. Not many things are better than a passionate deep kiss." |
| "Right." A bit embarrassed, I quickly add, "Well, I'd have encouraged him to go further, but another couple showed up." |
| "Would you have let him go all the way?" she asks impassively as we approach the indistinct silhouette of the wagon. |
| "Definitely," I answer emphatically. "I want him to make love to me sooner rather than later." |
| "You're in such a hurry to leave your maidenhood behind," she says with a hint of disapproval in her voice as we arrive at the vehicle. |
| I stare dreamily at the full moon. "I like Andrew too much to be patient." |
| "Aw, my little sister is in love," she says teasingly. "How cute!" |
| Unperturbed, I only smile happily. |
| Maisie takes a look around. "It seems that Brad is late for a change. Let's start getting our ride ready without him," she says, and I follow her to where Bucky is resting. She strokes his flank, and he raises his head with a snort. "You know, to ensure your first time isn't a letdown, it might be a good idea to get intimately familiar with your boyfriend in other ways beforehand." |
| Although I can't make sense of her advice, I don't want to appear even more ignorant, so I respond with an ambiguous noise. She untethers Bucky, and we head back to the wagon with him. After a few steps, the need to know what she meant becomes too much, however. "I have to admit that I don't understand what you were getting at." |
| "Are you serious?" she asks in disbelief. "Did you fall asleep during your sex education?" |
| I think back to the day last year, not too long after my menarche, on which I visited the healer for that purpose. Several other girls were also present, and we listened attentively while the healer explained the details of procreation with the help of an illustrated tome. She answered our remaining questions, then took us, one after another, to a separate room where she used her magic to perform a simple procedure on us that makes conceiving children impossible for many years, though it can just as easily be reversed when offspring is desired. "Not at all. I found it all very fascinating." |
| We arrive back at the wagon, and Maisie goes to stand at one of its rear corners. "In that case, why don't you apply your vast knowledge the next time you're together with your beau?" |
| I position myself at the other corner and we lower its gate. "And do what exactly?" |
| "Fine, I'll give you a hint," she says in an annoyed tone. "Put your mouth to use." |
| "I guess I might have been too passive, but I don't think I'm that bad of a kisser." Her body shaking with barely suppressed laughter perplexes me further. "What's so funny?" |
| Sounding rather amused, she says, "You'll make me spell it out for you, won't you?" |
| "That would be a big help, Sis," I answer sincerely. |
| "Then I'm going to be blunt." She pauses for a moment. "I meant oral sex. In other words, suck his dick. I hope that clears up any confusion on your part." |
| "It does." I blush deeply, the darkness mercifully hiding it. |
| "Assuming Andrew reciprocates, you should get comfortable with each other's body in no time. But enough of that, give me a hand here." We take the harness from the rear of the wagon and put it on Bucky. "Get the lantern, and I'll take care of the rest." |
| I fetch it from a corner of the vehicle and turn it on. Standing beside Maisie, I provide light for her as she works on the harness, her suggestion lingering in my mind. I just can't figure out what makes it so important. "I'm sorry, but I'm still puzzled by what you said. I don't expect my first time with Andrew to be perfect. We'll simply have to keep at it until we get there." I giggle. "I'll enjoy the experience all the same." |
| "I wouldn't be so sure of that," she replies brusquely. In silence, she finishes securing the harness on this side, and we go around the horse, continuing there. |
| Pondering why her mood changed so suddenly, I remember that she never wanted to talk about the abrupt end of her first relationship. "Maisie," I say gently, "is that the reason it didn't work out between you and Vance?" |
| She lets out a deep sigh. "Yes. It seems almost absurd to me now, but we were infatuated with each other and very eager to make love. It was the first time for both of us, and I had high expectations for it. It turned out to be an utter disappointment, and we simply stopped seeing each other afterward without ever talking about it." |
| I put my free arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry. No wonder you refused to tell me about it." |
| "And I liked him so much otherwise," she says wistfully. |
| "I get it now. Thanks, Sis, I appreciate your concern." I give her a light squeeze and let go. |
| Maisie quietly completes her work and hitches Bucky to the wagon with my help. "This is so unlike Brad. Where is he?" |
| "Shh, I think I can hear something." The faint sound of at least two pairs of footsteps slowly gets louder. When two people get close enough to be illuminated by the light, I recognize them as my brothers. I quickly set down the lantern and give my oldest sibling a hug. "Kyle! I didn't expect you to show up." |
| "Hi, Jenny." He receives a hug from my sister as well. "Hi, Maisie. Good to see you both." |
| Brad looks at the wagon and nods approvingly. "I see you have been busy in my absence. Nice work, girls. I'm late because I wanted to congratulate Kyle on a job well done. Little did I know I'd also congratulate him on another matter." |
| "And what matter is that?" I ask Kyle curiously. |
| "One important enough to make me want to tell you in person." Jubilantly, he continues, "Sophie said yes when I asked her to marry me during the finale of our first show together." |
| Maisie lets out a squeal of excitement and embraces him for a moment. "I'm so happy for you, Kyle." |
| "Well done, Kyle!" I say delightedly. "I can't think of a better moment to propose, though I have no idea how you managed to wait this long. I'd have asked her to marry me a lot sooner." |
| "Jenny, I had no idea you like her that much," Kyle says jestingly, "but she's taken now. Sorry." |
| Maisie chortles. "Isn't she a bit too old for you anyway?" |
| Brad leans over to me and whispers loudly, "Better not let Andrew know or he'll be jealous." |
| I raise my hands, smiling amusedly. "Just stop it. You know what I meant." |
| Some mild laughter follows, after which Kyle says, "Sophie sends her regards. And as much as I'd like to stay and chat for a bit, I better head home. I don't want to keep my betrothed waiting any longer than necessary. Good night, all!" |
| The three of us bid him farewell, and he departs. |
| Maisie and I close the rear gate while Brad takes care of the lantern. Once we're all seated on the wagon, using the same arrangement as on the way here, he sets it in motion, steering it toward the track to our farm. |
| "So Kyle is going to marry Sophie at last," Maisie muses after a while. "I hope I won't have to stay engaged for such a long time before being wed." In a frustrated tone, she adds, "Provided I ever find the right partner, that is." |
| "Why the hurry?" Brad says jovially. "Just enjoy trying out potential candidates like I do. I sure did today when I was plowing this cute li'l redhead with surprisingly big—" |
| "Cut it out, Brad," she interrupts him. "We don't want to hear you bragging about your conquests. Isn't that right, Jenny?" |
| Maisie's suggestion to use my mouth to pleasure Andrew has remained in the back of my mind and is distracting me quite a bit at this point. "Huh?" |
| Brad snorts. "Well, excuse me for properly celebrating midsummer, dear Mairead. You have been complaining about your love life ever since you parted ways with Vance. It's high time you got over him." |
| "What do you mean?" she replies, unruffled. "I am over him. It's just that no one else so far has made me feel the way he did." |
| "Aren't you expecting a little too much?" he says rather sharply. "But I happen to know that your first love isn't spoken for, so why don't you get back together with him to see if he still has the same effect on you?" |
| "What? No!" Maisie sputters. "That would never work." |
| "If it doesn't, you should be able to forget about him. And if it does, you get what you desire so. You'd be better off either way." Humorously, Brad adds, "Or continue your descent into grumpiness. Your choice." |
| I resume fantasizing about going down on my boyfriend, and the subsequent silence allows me to indulge in it without disruptions. Even though oral sex was a part of the healer's lesson, I never gave it much thought before my sister brought it up earlier. I'm oddly fascinated by it now, and it gives me the same pleasurable feeling as daydreaming about Andrew making love to me does. |
| When the sensation gets stronger, I'm tempted to sneak a hand beneath my skirt and put it between my thighs, but Maisie might notice. As I continue to revel in my fantasy, I become more and more drowsy. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I lean against her shoulder. |
| "About to fall asleep?" she asks quietly. |
| "Yeah," I reply languidly. |
| My sister stifles a yawn. "Great, now I'm getting sleepy, too." |
| "Sorry." Just sitting upright is starting to get uncomfortable. "Mind if I lie down until we're home?" |
| "Of course not." She moves over to give me more room. |
| "Thanks, Sis." I curl up next to her. |
| She lightly strokes my hair. "Whatever happened to your flower?" |
| It takes me a moment to realize what she's talking about. "It probably fell out when I was dancing with Andrew." |
| "All that vigorous movement must have been too much for it," Maisie says, her body quivering slightly. |
| I don't know what made her chuckle, and I'm so tired I doze off while trying to figure it out. When I'm gently roused by my sister, the wagon is no longer moving. Woozy, I sit up. |
| Maisie helps me get to my feet, and we slowly alight. "Do you want me to help you at the stable when Jenny's in bed?" she asks Brad. |
| "Don't bother, I'll be done in no time." He drives off. |
| I perk up somewhat as we walk to the entrance. We take off our shoes and go inside. The lantern in the hallway is lit, and I hear faint voices from the sitting room. Gathering what little energy I have left, I enter it in a hurry. |
| My parents are seated closely together on the couch, two half-filled goblets and an almost empty bottle of red wine on the table in front of them. My father, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, has his arm around my mother's shoulders. He acknowledges my presence with a nod. |
| When my mother, dressed in a flimsy nightgown, shifts away from him, he pulls her even closer than before, making her smile. "Jenny, my dear," she says. "How was the festival?" |
| "It was great! Mom, Dad, guess what? Kyle is getting married! Good night." I turn to leave, my surprised parents wishing me a good night. |
| Maisie is leaning against the doorcase. "You just had to mention it first, didn't you?" |
| "Absolutely," I say brazenly as I pass her. "Good night, Sis." |
| "Night, Jenny." She enters the room, closing the door behind her. |
| Since the light in the hallway is sufficient, I go straight up the stairs and into the room I share with my sister. The window is open, pale moonlight partially illuminating the floor and bed on my side. Standing in front of it, I enjoy the balmy breeze coming in while listening to the crickets chirping outside. |
| Once my eyes have adjusted to the dimness, I remove my dress and place it neatly folded on the lid of my chest. My panties cling to my skin ever so slightly as I slip them off, and I brush their inside with my thumb. When I touch the small spot of damp fabric, my desire is reignited. Smiling to myself, I drop them onto the floor next to my chest. |
| I take off my bracelet, put it on my nightstand and lie down naked in my bed, slipping under the blanket. While I wait to go to sleep, I indulge in my erotic fantasies again, and a marvelous lustfulness spreads through my entire body. |
| When I hear Maisie come in, I can't tell whether I already fell asleep in the meantime. The soft rustle of clothes is followed by the creaking of her bed. Taking a deep breath, I turn around and drift off soon after. |
| All of a sudden, I find myself awake, lying on my back with eyes wide open. I feel dizzy and restless, and the persistent throbbing between my legs is impossible to ignore. The urge to touch myself is overwhelming, and I put my right hand on my pussy, its heightened sensitivity making me gasp when I come into contact with it. |
| I have never been so aroused before, and stroking my wet pussy lips is exceedingly pleasurable. Amazingly, the pleasure gets even stronger as I continue, and I can't help but move my hand faster, relishing the incredible sensation. |
| My breath quickens when the intensity reaches an almost frightening level. After a moment of frenzied rubbing, I stop in surprise due to the nigh unbearable pressure abruptly giving way to a wondrous release, not unlike a firework going off in my head. I hear myself moan as my hips move a little in rhythm with the waves of ecstasy emanating from my pussy. |
| And then it's over. Afraid Maisie may have woken up, I take a look at her, but she appears to be sleeping soundly still. Sighing deeply, I push the blanket aside to let the night air cool my sweaty skin. A blissful relaxation suffuses me as my pulse slowly returns to normal. |
| In awe of the whole experience, I absently stare at my right hand. It glistens in the moonlight, and I begin to wonder what my pussy juice might taste like. My curiosity eventually gets the better of me, and I put my hand in front of my lips. It smells, quite pleasantly, of my sex. |
| I hesitatingly press the tip of my tongue against the moist skin at the top of my palm, but I only get a vague, albeit agreeable, impression. Encouraged, I suck the film hanging between the bottom segment of two fingers into my mouth. I can scarcely believe how sweet it is. Incredulous, I lick up the rest. It really is quite tasty. |
| Starting to feel a tad cold, I cover myself with the blanket again. Satisfyingly exhausted, I turn over and position myself as comfortably as possible, falling asleep not too long after. |
