Page 22 of My Darling Clementine

“No.” With curious hands, she examined every inch of the kid leather. Shaped like a sausage, stuffed with something both soft and pliable, it lay in her palm as she tugged on it, pulling the front of the underpants with it. “How do you get it to stay?”

“I stitch it between several pairs.” Clem lowered her underwear to mid-thigh, and the leather sausage went bobbling with them. She left them down and rose, standing before Kizzy, thigh muscles thick and defined. She gestured at her very hairy bush.

“Well, looky there,” Clem chuckled low in her throat. “You were right, I am a woman.”

“I know,” Kizzy smirked. “I had no doubt.”

“You’ll have to tell me why so I can fix it,” Clem grumbled as she reached down and tugged up her underwear. “A couple of working girls in Sacramento helped me make the first one, you are the only one to see it besides them.”

It excited Clem in a whole new way, standing in front of this beautiful woman, breasts bared, her secret exposed. A flush ran through her, making her muscles bunch. Amused at the sudden shyness that surrounded her lust, she pushed it aside and thrust her hips forward. “Would you like to try it out?”

Kizzy’s soft hand tugged on her johnson. “Of course I want to; I’m just like you.”

“You’re nothing like me,” Clem disagreed, caught by her luminous eyes. “You’re lovely, I’m homely. You are feminine,” she reached out and ran a single finger down the valley of Kizzy’s generous cleavage, then gestured at her own flat, muscular breasts, “and I’m…not.”

“And yet,” said Kizzy, her beauty dazzling, “you arouse me as no man ever has.” She took a deep breath, her firm breasts rose, and she pinched her own pink nipples to make them hard and red, bright eyes glittering by the light of the lamp. “I’m the type of woman who wants another woman in my arms to kiss, and make love to.” She radiated special wisdom. “You’re that type, too, which makes us far more alike, than different, wouldn’t you agree?”

Clem sat back down on the bed, reassessing this beautiful, clever, charming young woman, so different from those she’d known. And yes, more like her than any other, either.

She never thought there’d be anyone who knew the real her… at least, she was prepared to hide herself forever. It was tempting, so tempting, to be wanted for her genuine self.

Kizzy licked her lips, sensing Clem’s changing attitude. “What luck we found each other here, and on the very eve of your great journey, which happens to coincide with mine.”

Clem had always been a loner until she met Barney, and now he was like a brother. Could she do it again, travel and live with someone else? Make accommodations, even change her ways when she preferred being alone?

She watched Kizzy tease her nipples.

Clem didn’t prefer being alone, that was what she told herself because she had a choice. The trip by covered wagon to California was a long, lonely journey, but didn’t have to be with this fascinating young woman around. Clem took a deep breath, smelling apple pie and cinnamon, her appetite growing. And she offers certain benefits that are too delicious to pass up.

“What else can I say to convince you?” asked Kizzy. “And no, I won’t sleep with you to get you to say yes.” She crossed her arms over her breasts.

What was that? Clem’s eyes rose to hers. “What does that mean?” She gestured between them, both half-naked. “Isn’t that what we’re doing here?”

“No. Not at all. Consider this a simple verification of our bona fides. Now we both know who we’re dealing with.”

“So, it’s a negotiation,” said Clem.

“An opportunity,” Kizzy corrected her, plump lips posed for another delectable kiss. “Think of the things we can accomplish together.” Her eyes twinkled, promising much.

As their lips connected, a spark jumped between them. Clem’s arms wrapped around Kizzy, pulling her into a tight hug, nuzzling their bare breasts together.

What would it hurt? She could bring Kizzy along. She’d be someone to talk to, share the work with, and… Clem pulled back and gazed at her beautiful face and half-hidden body, the part exposed already incredible. Yes, that wouldn’t hurt one bit either.

Clem resumed and deepened the kiss, pulling this strange, rare, tempting woman to her chest, running firm hands over the girl’s muscled back. She’d done a bit of work, this one, but her skin was so soft.

Clem flushed as thoughts of taking this beauty with her johnson darted through her mind. And Kizzy knew she was a woman, so she could breathe and be herself. That thought sent another jolt of passion through her. What would that be like? To be wanted for herself.

Kizzy wrapped strong arms around her neck and whispered into her ear, “Take me, Clem.” Hot kisses led to love bites along her throat, heating her blood. “You won’t be sorry.”

“To California, or to bed?” Hot, bothered, confused, and shot full of desire, she held Kizzy's arms, staring into her face. "Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to want me.”

That rocked Clem back on her heels. She knew that feeling all too well.

Tears popped into Kizzy’s eyes. She swiped them away. “I didn’t know anyone like you existed until today. You fascinate me, and I want to know more, find out all about your life, how you live, what you’ve done, what you want to do.” She paused, putting her thoughts into words. “Since you ask me what I want, it’s to have you want me the same way.”

She melted before this wild child’s warmth, the wealth of what she offered overwhelming. “You’re not giving yourself to me in exchange for taking you to California?” Her fingers traced the young face, searching for answers.