It's hard to carry on a conversation when you're horseback riding, but if you try, you can. On our way up the ridge, I learned a number of things about my new friend. She was seventeen. She'd been raised in a Catholic orphanage in Saigon and airlifted out at the fall of the South Vietnamese government. Her name wasn't really Kim, but Khiemh Bao Thung. I couldn't even pronounce it, not the way she did, so I settled for Kim. She'd come to Colorado at thirteen, adopted by a family who wanted a daughter. There was a lithe, catlike gracefulness to her. She was so small and delicate-looking, but I watched her from behind as she rode up the mountain and I knew that she was no frail flower. The fragility was only on the surface. Hmmm, I thought, I'll bet this chick knows her way around. With her background, how could she help it? And she didn't seem interested in talking about the war, which was good all around.
We entered the piney woods. The smell of fir was incredible. There were aspens and pine trees and a few sturdy white oaks and hemlocks, all the way to the top of the mountain. And when we got to the top, we sat on our horses at the very summit of the ridge and looked out across miles and miles of Colorado. Hills and valleys spread out before us. I thought, Christ! Maybe John Denver knows what he's talking about after all! "Do you like it?" Kim asked, turning in the saddle.
"Jesus," I said, "I love it!"
"That's our place down there," she said, pointing to a complex of buildings in a valley. The dark trace of the county road wound among the hills and valleys. I was raised in the city, and the wide open spaces were nothing short of incredible – all that bare land. Far away, I could see cattle grazing on a hillside. I could smell the short grass, and for a moment I could imagine myself a real, old time cowgirl, riding fence, or whatever they call it, in those old western movies.
Kim stretched in her stirrups. She cocked her head to one side, and her long hair did a little dance around her face. I couldn't get over how delicately beautiful she was. "I have a place," she said in a soft inviting voice. "Would you like to see it?"
"Sure," I nodded. She turned her horse and headed back into the woods, not the way we'd come, but along the crest of the ridge, just inside the cover of forest. It took us maybe fifteen minutes.
"Here," she said, drawing up her horse. "It's all mine, but I'll share it with you, Elizabeth. I think you're the kind of girl who might enjoy it."
We were in a hollow partway down the ridge. Somewhere above us a stream had its spring and came bubbling down the hillside. There was a natural waterfall here, clear mountain water falling over a ledge of rock, a sparkling pool shadowed by the trees. The water flowed on down the mountain side from the pool, and Kim said something about its winding up as a drinking pond for her stepfamily's catfish, but I was looking toward the waters. Sun came through the trees and played upon the waters. "My God," I said, "It's like something out of a storybook."
Kim dismounted, and I stepped down too. She walked to the edge of the pool, knelt, dipped her fingers in the water. "I like to swim up here," she said. "Well, it's not big enough to swim in, but didn't you ever feel the urge just to get naked and bathe in cool waters?"
As she spoke, she began to unbutton her shirt. Casually she removed the garment and stood a moment with her slim, lean body and small round tits on display. "It feels so good," she told me. "So Goddamn good. So natural. I'm a million miles from Saigon and I don't care if I can never go back there." She sat down on a rock, pulled off her boots.
Her nipples were brown, very small, no bigger than dimes, and set squarely on the center of her round, small tits. As she pulled off her boots, her nipples began to stiffen, visibly, and I experienced this uncanny, weird feeling, in the marrow of my bones. Barefooted, she stood up, unhooked her belt, let her pants down. She wore white panties underneath, but not for long. She slid them down her slender, shapely thigh, and I couldn't help noticing that her beaver was a tiny sliver of hair edging the pink cleft of her pussy. She had a well-formed cuntal mound, like a bun between her slim thighs. As she stepped out of her panties, one leg came up, and I saw her crack, vivid as life itself.
"How about you?" she asked, turning around. She lifted her eyebrows, put one foot into the water. "It's cold," she told me, "but it makes you feel so good."
I let go of Duke's bridle reins and unzipped my boots. The grass and moss were so coal and wiggly against my bare toes. Kim had moved into the water, past her ankles, and she looked at me with a challenge in her dark eyes. Really, Elizabeth, I told myself, it's no different from showers after gym class.
Or was it? Those eyes, gleaming, daring, moving up and down me. Where had I seen that look before? It wasn't the kind of stare you get from a man. I shivered a moment as her eyes took me in, and I felt as if I had no secrets at all, that she was reading me like the pages of a book. My hand moved upward, I started to undo my buttons. In another moment or two I was naked, as naked as she was, and my pink blonde body moved toward the water in which Kim stood waiting.
She took my hand. "Don't be afraid," she said. "I think you're the kind of girl who doesn't care. Am I right?"
"Me?" I asked. "Nothing frightens me. If Dracula walked out of the woods right now I'd…" I didn't get the chance to tell her how I'd have handled Dracula. She put her other arm around my neck and her face moved toward mine. Suddenly our lips were touching and she was kissing me avidly, rubbing her body against my body. I felt the fickle of her stiff nips, and the smooth bristles of her bush touched my thigh. Her hand slid down my back, onto the swell of my ass. My God, I asked myself, what in the hell is going on?
I knew that girls sometimes got together and did stuff like this. Cleveland Heights isn't exactly Peoria. There were same girls around school who had reputations. But nobody was interested in me when I was young and skinny and underdeveloped, and afterwards, well, Daddy and I got together, and I wouldn't have been interested if anyone had brought up the idea, which no one ever had. Only, Kim had done more than bring up the idea.
Her mouth was small, but very warm and very wet. Her lips were thin and puckered into a tight little purse against my mouth, and I felt her tongue playing against my skin, darting in and out of her mouth like a clit that hadn't quite made up its mind whether to come out of the closet. Her hands slid down my back and she cupped my ass and squeezed. Our bellies ground together. One of her thighs slid around me, making a little splash in the water, and her cool heel eased up and down my calf. I couldn't quite breathe; it was something so new. At first, I was surprised, and then I tried to fight it, and then I simply stood there, letting her kiss me. Surprise cropped up again when I found one of my arms lifting, easing around Kim's slender ivory body. She wasn't at all yellow, by the way, but she was the first Asian person I'd ever seen naked. I was learning how much pleasure you could feel with a soft feminine mouth grinding against your own, the little fucking touches of wet tongue, the sweet breath moist where it oozed over me…
She had those tiny teacup breasts whose nipples seem to be always at attention. I could feel them, very stiff and very hot against me. I was surprised, when we finally eased apart and I looked down, to see that my own bigger red nipples were also erect and that my tits were bobbing up and down with the heaviness of my breathing. I knew my face was red, for I could feel the tingle all over me, and I looked at Kim, where she stood smiling inscrutably. Her slightly curved lips, turned up at the corners, could have signified anything, and her eyes were a calm mask, taking me in where I stood blushing and panting.
"Did you like that?" she asked. I started to shake my head no, but then I decided not to lie. I nodded, but slowly. I still wasn't entirely sure. She took my hand and started to lead me into the deepening water. It didn't feel so cold now.
"I thought you would," she told me, as we got titty-deep. Well, I was titty-deep. She was rather shorter, and the water was up to her neck. Under the surface, I could see the distorted outlines of her naked figure and I wanted her to come up, to float to the top, to let me see all of her again.
Instead, she began to swim, away from me, calling over her shoulder, "You looked the type," and I wondered what she meant by that.
I swam after her, out into the middle of the pool, and I caught her, and turned her around to face me. We bobbed in the water like corks, both of us staring at the other. I never did get around to asking her because instead I just grabbed her shoulders and pulled her against me. Her head leaned back, half-buried in the water, as I planted a reciprocal kiss all over her mouth and chin and even the tip of her snubby little nose.
Under the water, our legs kept touching, and I reached down with one hand and grabbed her by the crotch. She was firm but very wet, and I could feel every indentation of her well-defined crack. My fingers began to toy with her sex gash and almost before I knew it, my finger was in her, and I thought, Jesus, it feels just like mine! And, Jesus, I could almost feel the little stab as my finger stiffened and wiggled and plunged deeply up her tight slick tube.
"Ooohhh," she purred as our lips parted. She kept herself afloat, and I kept my finger busy inside her. Then, neither of us actually voicing the suggestion, we both swam for shore. You can get turned on in the water, but there was certain things that work best on dry land. I wasn't sure what would happen as we left the pool hand in hand, eyes glued upon each other's faces. I was certain that my life was about to take interesting new directions. Her smile was easier to read now, teeth showing, as well as the pointed tip of her pink tongue. We walked through the mossy grass, I knew I had nothing to be afraid of and a lot to look forward to.
"You know," she said, looking up at me as the horses razed contently a few yards away, "you remind me of Suzanne Somers – blonde, perky, big…" she held up her hands to indicate tits.
"No resemblance at all," I shot back. "I'm a natural blonde. Look for yourself."
"I already did," Kim replied, and her fingers reached out, touched my matted-down, wet, but undeniably golden blonde pubic hairs.
She had an interesting voice. I expected to hear her mixing up "r"s and "l"s, the way Orientals are supposed to, but she had almost a country twang in the way she talked, more like Dolly Parton than Madame Nhu. America's first Southeast Asian cowgirl, I thought.
"Come here. You started something and expect you to finish it," I said.
She came to me, and we stood kissing, sinking slowly to the grass, her lady hot against mine. We didn't even feel wet though we'd just come from the pool. The air was warm and scented here among the trees, just enough sunlight shining through the pines to make it pleasant. The grass was damp with the early morning dew and it smelled like Ireland as we lay down side by side, Kim rising slowly above me, her slim delicate fingers tracing a part down the edges of my body.
She had a knowing touch. I wasn't the first female she'd had her hands on. She let her fingertip walk around my stiff, puckered nipple, carefully and creatively avoiding the teat itself, but playing bonnie hell with the sensitive areola from which the red nipple arose in lustful eagerness. I grabbed her hand, crushed it down, until it covered my tit in a squeezing, cupping grasp, and I gasped, thrusting myself into her fist. "You're horny," Kim said. "I think I'll make you wait a little."
"The fuck you will!" I shot back, and I reached for the thigh. She danced away like a slender, tiny ballerina and I lay there gasping, unable to take my eyes off the graceful sway of her slim hips, the flash of her naked legs, and the swirl of her long dark hair.
She went to her horse, opened the saddle bag, and took out a small compact. She opened the thing, and I saw the flash of sunlight playing on the polished mirror.
"Just checking to make sure I'm presentable," she told me, snapping it shut and replacing it in the saddle bag. "You can't be too careful when you're in the presence of a perfect person, can you?"
"Twitch your Asiatic ass over here right now," I said, "or you'll find out how easily bitchiness goes with perfection."
She ambled toward me, and I rose onto my knees as she descended to the grass. We kissed again, and I felt funny, because I wasn't really sure what to do next. After all, this was my first time with a girl. I didn't think it would be the last. "You'll have to show me the ropes," I said. "I may not be quite as perfect as I like to think."
"This is part of it," she said, tilting my head back, kissing my throat. She mouthed my neck, my shoulder, lifted my arm and let her tongue glide through where it was ticklish as hell. My cunt began to twitch and throb without even the assistance of a caressing finger. And then, she got onto my tits. And God, if I thought my tits had been sucked before, I was re-learning what it was all about!
You know, it really is true, though I was only just learning it, making love with another woman is a lot different than fucking a guy. The touch of her lips on your body isn't the same, not at all. In a way, I guess it is how many variations can a mouth play on responsive skin? But a woman seems to have a surer instinct of precisely where to touch, where to kiss, another woman. And when Kim's mouth drifted onto my nipples, I knew tat I had been missing a lot – a hell of a lot. "God!" I said. "I never felt anything like that before!"
"It's only starting," she promised me, and her fingers slid down my belly, into my matted patch of golden hair. She found my slit and her fingers began to work and toy with the labes as she kept suckling and kissing my nips. I settled back slowly onto the grass, lying full length, while she moved with me, dominating my supine body, turning me on in new, delightful ways that filled my whole being with arousal. I reached up, touched her face, her arms, her wet dark hair. My nips kept getting harder and harder against her playful tongue. My clit, too, was ready, and she stroked it with a sure, knowing finger, scratching me now and then, but scratching me in precisely the right place, so that I moaned instead of screamed in pain. She had long nails and they were like sandpaper scraping my pussy.
As she started working down my belly with her expert mouth, I remembered that I had intended to ask her about the local boy-action. Having found Uncle Bill, I needed local boys like hell needs more preachers. With her tongue swirling round and round in my navel and me squirming on the wet grass like a bitch in heat, I realized that Kim Barton, or Khiemh Bao Thung, whichever you preferred, was worth knowing for her own sake – and mine.
She looked up, just as her tongue reached the upper edge of my beaver. Her fingers were still busy on my tint, slipping in and out, sliding across my pink slippery vulva, and teasing the hole and the clit. She looked like a shit-eating dog.
"The sisters at the orphanage," she said, "they made sure that boys and girls were kept separated all the time so we wouldn't get any wicked ideas, you know? But they should have been in the girls' wing after lights-out. Girls can come up with plenty of wicked ideas on their own."
"I know," I gasped. "So why don't you show me instead of just talking about it, huh?" And I reached for her head.
She jerked back. "Don't be so fast," she told me. "We have all day, if you want to play."
"I want," I moaned. "But do something, for Chrissake! I'm all shivery, like I was in a pit full of snakes and spiders! I gotta have something…"
"Try this," she suggested, spreading my labes and leaning into my crotch. I watched down my body, fascinated as her tongue thrust out of her mouth, and then that tongue scraped my clit. I screamed, and I was a hell of a lot more than just fascinated. It wasn't like being eaten by a man. It wasn't better, but it was certainly different.
Once she'd lashed my clit, she didn't waste a second. Her tongue began to play like a puppy in my cunt, and I knew that I was being eaten. Every nerve in my body responded to Kim's tongue and I thanked my God and her God and everyone else's God that the prim Catholic nuns had never thought to put a damper on adolescent girl/girl exploration back at the Saigon home for orphans of the war. Her tongue wiggled into my pussy and, almost before I knew what was happening to me, I as coming.
I guess it had been inevitable all along. The novelty of the situation had appealed to my deeper instincts, almost from the first time Kim kissed me in the water. I still remembered the rippling feel of her pussy around my inserted finger, and I groaned, wanting to feel it again. But my orgasm was the main thing, and I let it go, humping up to meet her tongue and mouth. If she'd ever tasted a juicier snatch than mine, she had moved in some really nifty circles, circles I wouldn't mind getting involved with for my own satisfaction.
"Eat me," I panted, "eat my come! I'm coming all over your pretty face! Eat it up! Eat it all up!"
She ate it, and my body was still trembling when she raised her head.
"Now it's my turn," she said. "I want to feel your mouth all over me, eating me, devouring me, sucking all my sweet parts. They are sweet parts, aren't they?" she asked, rising onto her knees beside me. She cupped her small firm tits, slid her hands down her flat belly, onto her slender hips and thighs. Her knees were parted, and I could see her crack, framed by those little hedges of coal black pussy hair. She was showing me pink, sweet pink, edible pink, delicious pink. I sat up, still shivering, and we kissed again, and then it was Kim's turn to lie down on the fragrant grass while I tried to serve her as she'd served me.
My tongue swirled and glided across her ivory-toned flesh. Her nipples were brown and tiny, but oh, God, so suckable, and I sucked them, and I sucked them, and I could taste the sweetness of her flesh, the salty tart of her sweat leaking through the pores, and my hands were busy, stroking all over her. I went back into her crotch after a lot of sliding up and down her smooth, damp thighs. That pussy of hers opened, opened tightly, almost reluctantly, just enough to let me slip my finger inside. I heard her moan sweetly when she felt me thrust, and her hands were on my head, guiding me to where it would do the most good. I was surprised, happily surprised, to find out that the places where I most enjoyed being licked and kissed were the same places that turned on Kim, too. I even licked her armpits, glided my tongue across the scrapy stubble of hairs that needed a fresh shaving, and she purred like a kitten for me.
"Good," she whispered, "so good. I can't believe you never did it before."
"Believe," I answered, "but I'm gonna be doing it again! On the other hand, I still have to finish the first time, and I think I know where you need to be finished off, baby, so why don't you just spread those legs a little wider. My tongue is like the rest of me. It's perfect. You'll see what I mean when, mmmmmmmm…"
And with that I was in her pussy, eating it. Really! I'd never done it before, but I knew how it felt to be eaten, and my tongue seemed to make instinctively for Kim's moan-centers. Her knees lifted as I worked and wormed deeper into her willingly spread crack. She was using her hands to keep the tight, tiny labes open for me.
Her pussy was soft pink inside, the clitoris a tiny nub you couldn't miss once you'd found it and heard the cry of thrilling delight that burst from her lips.
"Do it, Elizabeth!" she wailed, and I did it. I licked her almost savagely, let my upper teeth scrape her tender but responsive flesh. She humped me with her crotch, and her juices were flowing, as eagerly, as joyously as mine. Sweet honey cunt…
"I want to sit on your face," she said suddenly, rising up. "That's what perfect faces are best for – sitting on," and I seemed pretty plastic and malleable. I was on my back, the grass tickled my ass, and she sat on my face, just as promised, rocking her pussy back and forth aver my mouth. I grabbed her ass and managed to get her calmed down a little, and she squatted a little wider. I was looking up at the whole spread of her crotch, something definitely worth looking at.
Kim's pussy was small, the lips hidden in the fold of her crack. You had to spread her widely to see the good parts, but they were good enough to make the effort worthwhile. She was really pink inside, a baby pink, glistening already with the juices leaking from within. There was a small hedge of fur, like little black fences, alongside her crack, and no hair at all further back into her crotch. Her asshole was very small and very red, puckered ever so cutely. My eyes sighted in on it, and I knew from very satisfying personal experience that assholes like a little lot too. I pulled her forward and my tongue shot out. I started rimming her cute little puckered hole, digging at it with the tip of my tongue while she got all breathy and excited above me.
"Stick your tongue in," she panted. "Stick it right in!"
"You're way too tight," I countered, kissing her crack and her perineum, "but maybe this will do, in a pinch." I worked my little finger into her juicing pussy. She giggled and wiggled and her twit began to twitch around me. I got my finger sticky with her secretions, then fought it free and started to tickle at the knot of her asshole. "You gotta help," I added. "It was your idea, remember?"
"I am helping," she replied, reaching down and spreading her cheeks. "Oh!" she said as I went into her.
She was tight. Her ass clutched me like a vise. It was fantastic. I could stab into her, short strokes only, but they made her groan and gasp and quiver. As I kept stabbing, I leaned up from the pound with my head and I started to feast on her pussy. I had never eaten a twat before, but I was learning fast. With a good teacher, and a bit of determination, you can do anything. I had the teacher, my match still throbbed with the memory of her lips and tongue active in it, and that doubled my determination.
I had one hand on her cunt, keeping those tight lips opened wide, and she was helping with it, her hand playing down there too. I licked her fingers as often as I licked her clit, the playing field being so small, but her fingers were coated with accumulated cuntal juices, mine and hers, and they tasted so good I didn't mind. I just kept licking and licking, and I taught, it's really crazy, you know? Here I was, a zillion miles in flesh and spirit from Lake Erie and Cleveland Heights, and Kim had come all the way from Saigon, and we'd met on this Colorado mountainside. Maybe forty-five minutes ago, I'd been bitching to myself because she'd come along to interrupt my little scene with Uncle Bill, but here I was with Kim sitting on my face, and me poking her in the asshole with my little finger and ramming my tongue up her juicy, tight little pussy tube, licking the tangy goo as it oozed from her. I'd bawled my ass off when Daddy told me he had to go to Arabia in connection wit that engineering job, and I'd been sure the whole world was coming to an end. But things certainly looked better this morning, didn't they?
And it was, indeed, only morning. Couldn't be much after ten-thirty, eleven and, somewhere about there. The sun wasn't nearly overhead yet. It came in at an angle that made the wooded panel turn into a glittering slate. The air was warm, but not really hot, yet. The only things hot were my body, and Kim's. I thought I could feel the moss starting to sizzle under my ass.
Nothing else mattered. I was vaguely aware of the birds, of the horses moving about, their large hooves sometimes crushing down on small clumps of bush. Nothing counted except Kim's pussy, riding down hotter and wetter and tastier against my mouth, opened as wide as the delicate little treasure box could be opened. I'd suck her fingers, then kiss her clit. My tongue would be drawn, toward her pussy hole itself and, as if she had a magnet up her twat, in I'd go, thrusting so deep I swore I could feel her uterus contracting against the tip of my tongue, somewhere far inside. Her pussy seemed shallow, but she was a small girl and I guess that's only natural.
I didn't have to lick deeply to feel the effect, to hear her cry, "Ooohhh, Elizabeth, are you sure this is your first time?"
I hoped Daddy wouldn't mind. Not that I'd be robbing him of anything. I licked Kim's pussy, threw all my concentration into her scrumptious twat, and I closed my eyes. Janice Hyden, Suzie Cooper, they had their reputations back home. Suzie was captain of the drill corps and word was that any girl interested in joining had to undergo a very personal interview with Suzie. Janice wasp more of a switch hitter, if gossip could be trusted, but why bother with either of them? Find some hot, ripe young thing who was as cherry about it as I had been a few minutes ago, and start her off from scratch, the way Kim had started me. Let her get all tingly and excited at the prospect of some forbidden joys, and then show her that the joy was worth the forbidden part. The way I was learning. I couldn't believe that I'd lived almost seventeen years and never tried this before. But I remembered how much I had always enjoyed kissing a mouth that had been busy in my twat, a set of lips greasy with my orgasmic fluids, how I'd loved the taste of me on Daddy's lips or cock, and I figured that I had had the potential all the while and just never realized it.
Boys say a cunt tastes like fish. Boys don't like to lick cunt. At least most of the ones I know don't. They don't mind sticking their pricks into your mouth and thrusting till you've got a throatful of cum, but when it comes to returning the favor… Well, a man knows the difference. Daddy had never been reluctant about going down on me. Uncle em had given me some nice, hungry head only this morning. But their tongues didn't rove in my snatch with the freedom, the skill, the knowing pointed expertise Kim had shown when she sucked me so deftly to climax. And I did my Goddamnedest to repay the favor. I licked her in all the places I liked to be mouthed, and I kept my finger twiddling in and out of her asshole, fighting the sphincter tightness of her, thrilling her in both holes at the same time. A season in Colorado might prove very educational for me, I thought, tasting once again the sweetness of her drippings.
She reminded me, not of fish, but of cheese. I couldn't get that impression out of my mind or off my tongue. I love cheese. I like fish, too, for that matter, so I wouldn't have cared in either case. She opened herself a little wider and I let my tongue glide all over her pink, slippery vulva, to the clit, around the clit, back again to her hole. She just kept gasping and moaning, coming down on my face hard from time to time, almost smothering me with her musky-scented flesh. When she did that, I'd suck hard, really hard, pursing my lips around the tiny pink hole of her tube. She would moan again and wiggle around atop me.
The horses were making more noise. I heard one of them whinny. Or was it two of them? I couldn't tell, and I really didn't care. I just kept dipping up into Kim's hole, repeating my visits to the source of her oozing cream, and I heard her squeal and giggle. I knew I was getting to her. I jabbed harder up her asshole with my finger and she bounced up, high. I couldn't reach her with my tongue. I lifted my head, but she was no longer looking down at me. "I hope you're not self-conscious or inhibited, or anything," she said, "because we're being watched."
"Oh my God," I said, rolling onto my belly. There were three horses where there had been only our two. Old Duke, and Kim's sorrel, saddles empty, still grazing, paying us no heed at all, but with them now, a buttermilk mare, and on her, no saddle, just a blanket, sat a boy who might have been eighteen at most. He tipped back his straw hat and grinned down at me and Kim. I tried to cover my tits, wondering how long he'd been there.
"Be cool," Kim said. "Elizabeth, I'd like you to meet my brother."