beneath her ear, and said softly, "It's not the high plains air, sweet lady, it's the fact that you have a very passionate nature that has been bottled up." He pecked at her bottom lip, which was protruding with puzzlement, and added, "And I am honored to be the one to uncork the bottle."
She patted her chest. "I would never have imagined I had a passionate nature," she said, "but clearly you uncorked something." When she looked at him, he thought he'd never seen eyes so alive with the joy of discovery. And there was so much more he wanted her to discover about herself. As long as he was the one to lead the expedition.
Oddly, the thought of being the first man in her life was more arousing than anything he'd experienced. Just about any attractive female could arouse any normal male to some extent. But what happened when he was around Priscilla went far beyond an awareness of an uncomfortably hardened male member and the need to alleviate the discomfort. It moved upward from there to squeeze his chest, and twist around his heart, and addle his brain, and make him want to wrap himself around Priscilla and bond with her, body and soul, until neither of them could breathe...
"You have such a strange look in your eyes," Priscilla said, shattering an image of passionate lovemaking. "What are you thinking about?"
Adam curved a hand behind her neck and drew her towards him. "I was wondering if I was the first to kiss you? I'd like to think I was." He closed his lips around her earlobe.
Priscilla let out a little moan of pleasure when he began sucking and said, between labored breaths, "Well, actually no. You were not the first. Umm... I like that," she added, when he traced the inner chambers of her ear with the tip of his tongue.
Adam couldn't help the disappointment that gripped him, ludicrous as it was, that Priscilla had been kissed before. He also knew they were being foolish, dallying where others could see them, should anyone venture from the gathering and walk around the side of the church. He stopped his sensual assail and put a little space between them, and said, "Then tell me about this man who came before me."
Priscilla straightened her back and braced her hand against the blanket. Devilment in her eyes, she said, "His name was Kenny, and he kissed me under the cake table at my seventh birthday party, and I kissed him back. My father saw it happen, and after the party was over, he took a willow stick to me, which I suppose was good. I never let a boy kiss me after that. And when I got older, none ever tried again."
"Well, this boy intends to try again. You can count on that."
When Adam reached for her, Priscilla shoved a dish into his hand, and said, "I think it's time to turn our attention to the food." She put two pastry sandwiches on the plate and added cucumber slices, tomato wedges and a spoonful of bean salad. "I apologize for my impious behavior, especially here on the church grounds. It's obvious I should not be the one to advise your daughter about chastity, as it seems my own virtue is in question."
"Your virtue is not in question," Adam said. "You're a woman still innocent of a woman's need. Men are not the only ones to seek fulfillment. A woman's need can be strong too. For now, however, let's eat what you've brought, and you can tell me about your newspaper. Since I can't convince you to find work more suitable for a woman, I'd like to hear what you have planned."
Priscilla's face brightened. While preparing a plate for herself, she said, in an animated voice, " The Town Tattler will be a singlesheet newspaper at first, which will be printed on Readyprint so I won't have to worry about ads or printing on the reverse side. But as soon as I have enough advertisers to fill half the back side, I'll dispense with the Readyprint ads and fill the rest of the page with copy. The paper will cover topics that appeal to women: society news, recipes, advice to the lovelorn, a continuing romantic story, and a
She patted her chest. "I would never have imagined I had a passionate nature," she said, "but clearly you uncorked something." When she looked at him, he thought he'd never seen eyes so alive with the joy of discovery. And there was so much more he wanted her to discover about herself. As long as he was the one to lead the expedition.
Oddly, the thought of being the first man in her life was more arousing than anything he'd experienced. Just about any attractive female could arouse any normal male to some extent. But what happened when he was around Priscilla went far beyond an awareness of an uncomfortably hardened male member and the need to alleviate the discomfort. It moved upward from there to squeeze his chest, and twist around his heart, and addle his brain, and make him want to wrap himself around Priscilla and bond with her, body and soul, until neither of them could breathe...
"You have such a strange look in your eyes," Priscilla said, shattering an image of passionate lovemaking. "What are you thinking about?"
Adam curved a hand behind her neck and drew her towards him. "I was wondering if I was the first to kiss you? I'd like to think I was." He closed his lips around her earlobe.
Priscilla let out a little moan of pleasure when he began sucking and said, between labored breaths, "Well, actually no. You were not the first. Umm... I like that," she added, when he traced the inner chambers of her ear with the tip of his tongue.
Adam couldn't help the disappointment that gripped him, ludicrous as it was, that Priscilla had been kissed before. He also knew they were being foolish, dallying where others could see them, should anyone venture from the gathering and walk around the side of the church. He stopped his sensual assail and put a little space between them, and said, "Then tell me about this man who came before me."
Priscilla straightened her back and braced her hand against the blanket. Devilment in her eyes, she said, "His name was Kenny, and he kissed me under the cake table at my seventh birthday party, and I kissed him back. My father saw it happen, and after the party was over, he took a willow stick to me, which I suppose was good. I never let a boy kiss me after that. And when I got older, none ever tried again."
"Well, this boy intends to try again. You can count on that."
When Adam reached for her, Priscilla shoved a dish into his hand, and said, "I think it's time to turn our attention to the food." She put two pastry sandwiches on the plate and added cucumber slices, tomato wedges and a spoonful of bean salad. "I apologize for my impious behavior, especially here on the church grounds. It's obvious I should not be the one to advise your daughter about chastity, as it seems my own virtue is in question."
"Your virtue is not in question," Adam said. "You're a woman still innocent of a woman's need. Men are not the only ones to seek fulfillment. A woman's need can be strong too. For now, however, let's eat what you've brought, and you can tell me about your newspaper. Since I can't convince you to find work more suitable for a woman, I'd like to hear what you have planned."
Priscilla's face brightened. While preparing a plate for herself, she said, in an animated voice, " The Town Tattler will be a singlesheet newspaper at first, which will be printed on Readyprint so I won't have to worry about ads or printing on the reverse side. But as soon as I have enough advertisers to fill half the back side, I'll dispense with the Readyprint ads and fill the rest of the page with copy. The paper will cover topics that appeal to women: society news, recipes, advice to the lovelorn, a continuing romantic story, and a
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