“Was I the woman?”
“No, I was thinking about a girl I dated in high school.”
She reached over and slugged him. “I guess I walked into that, didn’t I?”
“It’s possible.”
“Maybe I can make you forget about her.”
“Maybe you already have.”
They drank too much Jack Daniels as they watched the sun fall over the Canadian Rockies and the Pasayten. It was as beautiful a set of moments as Molly had ever spent. When the whiskeywas done, she fell on her knees, putting her head in Bart’s lap. It didn’t take much persuasion. He was as ready as she was.
They both stripped. She rolled the condom on and he sat in his chair. She sat down on him backwards, her back against his chest, her head against his shoulder. She gently rubbed his joy stick against her opening before raising up, and easing down on it with a deep moan.
She whispered, “That was a rush.”
When it was fully seated, she leaned back, and let him touch her while they sat still for as long as they could. His hands softly caressed her torso and chest. The high from the Jack Daniels had her light headed and giddy. The warmth she’d felt the night had returned, a deep radiating heat that she’d never felt before. Was that her soul sending a message? A mystical feeling of contentment deep inside? He was affecting her in ways she’d never experienced before. She closed her eyes and drifted into her dream world.
The physical sensations brought her back. When she opened her eyes, the view was astonishing. A warm summer breeze blew across their naked bodies. He was inside as far as her body would allow. The pressure was perfect. His left hand was working her torso while his right hand was making small, tight circles on her place. She was completely impaled and couldn’t have been happier about it.
“I understand your fantasy. This is amazing.”
No words from Bart.
She whispered, “I can’t sit still too much longer, but I love this. We’re so connected, and it’s so beautiful.”
It was quiet except for a light, warm breeze moving through the trees.
Molly closed her eyes and let the dream take her away again. She was floating in that warm other world. His hands on herbody, her back snugged warmly against his chest, her body completely full, the arousal pulsing through her groin.
She whispered, “I have to move now.”
She leaned forward, her hands on his knees, and started long deep strokes in reverse cowgirl. Bart was deep in the chair and couldn’t move, so it was entirely up to her. She established a steady rhythm that brought them both to the end. When the first spasm hit, she whimpered as the contractions caused his finish and their bodies worked together.
She fell back into his lap, the connection still secure. She laid her head against his shoulder, closed her eyes, and felt herself drifting back to that warm satisfying place that felt so good. She could feel his heart beating and the blood pulsing.
It was a beautiful dream. One that she never wanted to end.
They were in the shop the next morning finishing the double bed. The frame was built and the cross boards were cut but not yet attached. She liked that the bed was overbuilt. The legs were thick, short log rounds, three on each side, and three down the middle. The cross planks were two-inch fir. Molly couldn’t break that bed if she tried.
Because the bed was so heavy, they moved the frame into position and carried the planks in separately. Using a battery-operated drill, he predrilled the planks and screwed them in place with long three-inch screws.
“How about you?” Bart asked. “Have you developed any fantasies about having sex with a man in Dark Hollow?”
“Yes, in fact, I have.”
“I see. Would you care to share your idea?”
“I’d be happy to show you later.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
The new bed in place, Bart took the cot to the woodshed where he removed the planks for future use and dismantled the frame. Molly regarded it as a symbolic gesture. There was a permanence to it that she liked. The single bed no longer existed. He now slept in a double bed with the woman he wanted to spend forever with.
They made up the new bed with pads Bart had for the purpose. He even had sheets, blankets, and a quilt to spread over the top.
“Fancy,” Molly said admiringly when the bed was all made up. “I’m looking forward to trying it out.”
