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Birthday Girl Ch. 1
Michael? Come on over here there s something I want to ask you.
Michael Delaney looked over at his mother then walked across to her as she stood at the doorway of their home. Yeah Ma? What is it?
You know Mrs McLean down Atwater Creek? Used to be the school teacher?
Yeah. What about her? Mike was curious. Louise McLean was one of the nicest looking women he had ever seen. Not that he d seen many for there weren t many around this part of the country. Ma his sister Kate two years younger than him Mrs McLean a couple or three ranchers wives they sometimes saw in town the doctor s wife and three no four store keeper s wives in town. Some of them had daughters but they were just children the oldest probably nine or ten. Oh and the two waitresses at the saloon. The younger one had given him the glad-eye last time he was in town but there was something about her he didn t cotton to although he was polite to her.
She wants the barn roof repaired before winter said Ma drawing his mind back to Mrs McLean. It needs new shingles. And she wants the corral fence rebuilt. She says she ll give you ten dollars to do it.
Ma it s nigh on a two hour ride each way. It d probably take me a week or more. Not that I couldn t use the ten dollars. Doesn t she want to hire one of the fellows in town?
Mike it s a question of trust. She knows you and she reckons you re a sight more trustworthy than those saloon bums. You don t need to come home at night. Mrs McLean says you can bunk in the barn. The roof only leaks in a couple of places she says. Your Pa says it s all right you can take the job if you want. It s slack at the moment and he can manage with Tom and Jack Junior. />
Did she say when?
If you ride across tomorrow morning after breakfast she ll show you what needs doing. Take your bedroll in case you stay and start the job. If you re not home for supper I ll expect you when I see you. And I won t expect you back for days she thought. Louise has got some plans for your continuing education and her empty bed both. Well she thought my friend was the schoolteacher before she married her two-years dead husband.
Sure thing Ma. I ll ride across in the morning. With that he got on with his chores wondering idly how hard he d have to work. He fell asleep that night thinking of Mrs McLean. That must have been what did it
Mike took it easy riding to Mrs McLean s place enjoying the summer sunshine. He d brought his bedroll because he figured he d probably take the job on. On impulse he turned Caesar his bay gelding and followed a faint game trail into the trees. After twisting through some underbrush he came out at a natural pool formed where the creek ran off over a rock shelf. He figured it was about fifty feet long and about half as far across. The only tracks were animal tracks. A good place for a swim. Even better with a girl along he thought feeling his prick twitch in his pants. Mike shrugged ruefully. No girls near old enough in these parts except his sister.
Another faint game trail brought him back on course. He didn t think he d lost more than a half-hour or so and a glance at the sky suggested it was close to noon. He raised Caesar s pace to a trot and within the hour was stepping off him and hitching him to Mrs McLean s rail.
She came out on the stoop to greet him.
Good morning Michael. Come to fix my barn?
I guess so Miz McLean. Ma give me an idea what you needed done but iffen you could show me?
It ll keep a while longer Michael. Coffee and some beef stew first?
That d be great Miz McLean. If you d show me where I could clean up?
The pump s out back Michael. There s soap and a towel under the lean-to.
Thank you ma am.
Come into the kitchen when you re done. Straight in through the back door.
He eased the saddle girth on Caesar and watered him then hitched him to the rail again before going to the rear of the house and washing his face and hands.
The meal was first rate simple and filling the coffee delicious. He told Mrs McLean so and she refilled his cup with a smile.
I m trying to bribe you to do the work she joked.
No need ma am. If you show me what needs doing I ll get on with it.
I ll get my shawl.
The work wasn t hard but there was plenty of it. The barn roof needed the shingles replacing over an area about fifteen feet by twelve near one corner. The corral rails were rotted and he told her so.
What do you reckon then Michael? New rails?
Surely Ma am. If you ll lend me your buggy team I ll cut some new poles and we can drag them down here with the team.
And the shingles?
I think you got enough stored in the barn to fix the roof. I ll take the old ones off this afternoon. I guess that ll take me until near sundown. Tomorrow morning I ll start replacing them. I reckon that will take me most of the day. Thursday I ll cut the poles and Friday I ll do the corral.
That would be wonderful Michael. I ll help in any way I can.
I d prefer it if you stayed in the house while I m ripping off the old shingles Miz McLean. That way I can just throw them down without wondering if I m going to hit you.
Fine Michael. I ll make us an apple pie for tonight s supper.
Mike unsaddled Caesar and parked his saddle and bedroll in the barn. He left his gunbelt there too. He turned Caesar into the corral with Mrs McLean s three horses.
He spent the rest of the afternoon stripping off the old shingles. To do the job properly meant he had to take some good ones off too but he was finished before the sun hit the horizon. He went to wash up at the pump and stripped off his shirt. He wasn t wearing his long johns in the summer heat so his chest was bare. He washed up well and dunked his head to rinse the soap off. That way he could comb his hair so it d behave itself. When he straightened up he had soap in his eyes and couldn t find the towel.
Here Michael beside your left hand. Mrs McLean put the towel into his hand. He wiped his eyes and put the towel back on the hook.
Have you a spare shirt with you Michael.
He flushed and shook his head. I never thought.
She smiled and held a shirt out to him. Wear this. It was my husband s. I ll wash yours for when you go home.
That s very good of you he said awkwardly.
Think nothing of it Michael. Supper in ten minutes. Come in as soon as you re ready.
Supper was as good as the noon meal had been simple and satisfying. The apple pie was marvellous He d never tasted one as good and told Mrs McLean so.
Not even your mother s? I don t believe you. I used her recipe!
Well maybe but yours is as good as hers.
Thank you Michael I take that as a compliment.
Mrs McLean would you call me Mike like Ma does? Michael sounds kinda well formal.
Certainly Mike on one condition.
And that is?
That you call me Louise.
Louise. That s a pretty name.
She smiled at him. Thank you Mike. Come on through to the parlor for a while. I ll do the dishes later. Bring your coffee.
She had a fire burning against the cool of evening and two lamps lit the room. Mike s eye was caught by a shelf of books and he went across to them. Louise McLean had sat down in a rocker beside the fire and picked up some sewing. She nodded permission when he reached towards the books.
Being as how she d been the school teacher before she married Tom McLean he wasn t surprised to see a couple of McGuffey s Readers but she had Shakespeare some Charles Dickens and Ralph Waldo Emerson s Essays. There were a couple with plain brown paper wrappers where he couldn t read the title. He picked one of them up and opened it. The title caught his eye Aristotle s Masterpiece.
Mrs McLean - sorry Louise - I don t think I ve heard of this one. What s it about?
Let me see.
He passed the book to her and she opened it. To his astonishment she looked very uncomfortable.
I m sorry Mike. This one shouldn t have been on the shelf. It belonged to Tom. She held the book to her chest bottom lip caught between her teeth. She looked thoughtfully at him then as if coming to a decision held the book out.
You re old enough to read this. Would you mind taking it out to the barn and reading it there? I think I d be too embarrassed to be in the same room while you read it.
He was real keen to read that book but he figured a little reluctance would do no harm.
Louise I don t want to read it if it s going to bother you.
Mike Tom used to read it sometimes. I d appreciate your opinion. You always seem level-headed.
If you re sure?
Go on. Take the spare lantern in the kitchen. I ll do the washing up and then I m for bed.
All right Louise. Good night and thank you.
Good night Mike. See you at breakfast.
He took the book and went out through the kitchen collecting the lantern as he went. It was about nine o clock and there was still quite a lot of light in the sky but the barn was dim and he needed the lamp. He put the lantern on an upturned barrel and opened the book at random. An illustration caught his eye and his jaw fell. He looked closer and shook his head. A woodcut of a naked woman! And a man! He flicked the pages and found more together with description of the way of a man with a woman. Jumpin Jehosophat! He could feel his pecker getting hard and eased himself in his jeans then decided that the way to be comfortable would be to undress and get into his bedroll.
It must have been well after midnight before he settled down to sleep and his prick was aching hard aching hard for Louise McLean
In the house Louise smiled when she saw the lamp go out. Seed sown! Now to cultivate it. She settled herself for sleep her hand resting comfortably between her legs.
Next morning dawned bright and clear again the sun soon warming the air. Mike tried hard not to look as tired as he felt and was out mending the roof as soon as he d finished breakfast. He d only been working a little while when Louise McLean came out into the yard.
Mike? Is there any way I could help?
He considered. It would go quicker if there was some way you could pass the shingles to me. But that d mean climbing the ladder and you couldn t do that in a skirt. At least not easily.
If I wore trousers?
Yeah that d do it. He was curious. He d never seen a woman wearing trousers.
I ll be back in a minute. She turned and went back into the house thinking furiously. How can I tempt him? she wondered then had an inspiration. The spare bedroom window it faced the barn.
Mike carried on with what he was doing and carried some shingles carefully up the roof to where he was working. He straightened to ease his back and glanced down at the house. A movement caught his eye inside the house and he watched guiltily as Louise McLean removed her dress. He was looking steeply down but he could see her from the waist down. He held his breath as she pulled the dress up over her head. He was astonished to see that she was not wearing anything under the dress except stockings held by garters above the knee. At least he couldn t see anything. The curly mat of blonde hair at her groin was clearly visible and his cock twitched in his jeans. She turned slightly and the delicious curve of her ass was clear to him as she stepped into a battered pair of overalls. Her lower body moved out of his sight as she stepped away from the window.
Guiltily and trembling he got back to work as she came out into the yard.
Mike?
He moved to where he could see her and looked down. The overalls were about three sizes too big for her and she had a belt fastened snugly about her waist to hold them up. The bib was only decorative on her slender form and she d tied the galluses together behind her neck to keep them out of her way. The cuffs were turned back to let her walk. A faded man s shirt completed her outfit. She saw him looking and twirled.
Elegant Mike? The very height of Paris fashion? She laughed in self-mockery a bubbly giggle that made Mike s prick twitch. She sobered. OK Mike. How do I help?
Have you ever climbed a ladder Louise?
Not that high.
Climb up here see if you re OK with it. Don t try to carry anything. Mike watched carefully as Louise McLean climbed gingerly up to him.
Well she demanded. How did I do?
Fine Louise now do it again and this time bring me a shingle up.
She backed carefully down the ladder and moments later triumphantly handed him a shingle.
That s great Louise! If you bring them up and stack them here said Mike indicating a corner where he d put the first ones he carried up I ll collect them and nail them on. We might be finished by noon with luck!
And they were. Down on the ground Mike stretched easing the cramp in his back.
Sore? asked Louise solicitously.
Stiff Mike replied straightening. He grinned at her. How about we get something to eat and then I go to cut the poles for the corral.
I ve got a better idea she said. Are you in a desperate rush to be home again?
Well no admitted Mike.
Take a break then. You saddle your horse and my saddle horse that little calico mare. I ll make us some sandwiches and we ll go out and have a picnic.
That d be marvellous Miz McLean - sorry! Louise!
Let s do it!
A half hour or so later saw them riding away. Mike glanced across at Louise McLean. She was still wearing the shirt and overalls and had added a dusty stetson. This at least seemed to be hers for it fitted her.
Where do you want to head Louise?
I don t know. She shrugged. I m ashamed to say that I don t really know this country. She glanced across at him. Do you know anywhere we could swim?
He was startled. Swim? Together? That would mean she d have to take her clothes off! Even if he was a proper gentleman he might be able to sneak a peek. He d like to see what went with the legs he d glimpsed.
Mike? He brought his mind back with an effort.
Sorry! I was just thinking. Yesterday when I came over I followed a game trail. Just out of curiosity. I was early.
And? she prompted.
There was a pool. I didn t test the depth but it looked big enough to swim.
Lead the way Mike.
About thirty minutes later he spotted the trail he d left coming out from the pool and turned off the main trail. Louise pulled her mare in behind Caesar and followed him into the trees. They were soon in the clearing and she exclaimed with pleasure.
Mike it s perfect! She dismounted quickly and stood holding the reins. She looked at him. What should we do with the horses?
Mike pointed. I ll picket them over there. There s plenty grass and they ll be able to reach the creek to drink. He laughed. Downstream from us! He bent to take her reins pausing while she removed her saddlebags then picketed the two horses on long lines easing the saddle girths. He walked back to where Louise McLean stood thoughtfully looking at the pool. She looked at him appraisingly.
What is it? Mike asked. Something wrong?
Can I trust you? she asked.
You trusted me to do a good job on your roof. I m still the same Michael Delaney.
Louise laughed. Well said Mike. I ll tell you why I asked. Have you been swimming before?
Yeah lots of times.
With the other boys?
Yeah.
Naked?
Mike shrugged flushing slightly. How else?
There s a garment called a bathing dress. I ve got one in my saddlebag. I only wore it once before and it was hellish uncomfortable to swim in. She looked directly at him. I much prefer to swim naked.
Mike flushed again and swallowed a vision of Louise McLean naked leaping into his mind.
Will you turn your back while I get into the water Mike and again when I get out? she asked softly.
Of course he replied. At least she didn t ask me not to look while she s in the water he thought.
All right turn around and don t look until I tell you to.
He turned and stood stiffly while she undressed listening to the swish of garments against skin. His prick was stiff and he wondered how he was going to get into the water himself!
All right Mike. It s your turn said Louise giggling to herself. Pity you hadn t been watching Mike you would have enjoyed my little show.
Mike turned. Louise McLean was in the water submerged up to her neck her blonde hair piled on her head to keep it out of the water.
You turn your back now he said.
She nodded. Fair s fair. She turned away and Mike quickly undressed piling his clothes near hers and stepping into the water until his half-hard prick was safely submerged.
It s OK now Louise. You can turn around. He sank down completely into the water then began to swim around the pool. There was only room for a half-dozen strokes or so and then it was necessary to turn and swim back. Louise smiled at him as they passed but he could see little except a vaguely woman shape for although the water was clear the motion of their swimming caused the ripples to distort the image. Eventually Louise paused.
I m going to get out now Mike. Please turn your back again.
Obediently he did so but couldn t resist taking a quick peek over his shoulder. Her back was to him as she stepped carefully out of the water. He thought to himself >she is beautiful! watching the play of the muscles in her ass as she moved towards her clothes. He caught a glimpse of her breast as she stooped to her clothes then quickly turned away as she took a towel from her saddlebag glancing towards him as she did so.
She smiled to herself. >Good she thought >I d be really disappointed if he hadn t tried to peek . She dried herself quickly then dressed again in the overalls and shirt. She grimaced slightly at their touch. >I wish I d thought to bring clean clothes she thought regretfully.
Dressed she turned. Mike was neck deep in the water obediently facing away from her.
Right Mike. It s your turn. I ll leave the towel here. I m going to get the sandwiches out. I ll keep my back turned until you tell me different. All right?
Thanks Louise that d be swell. Mike waited until Louise had collected the saddlebags and knelt to unpack the food facing carefully away from him. He stood and stepped out of the water. At least his pecker had softened he thought towelling himself vigorously. He quickly donned his clothes stamping his feet into his boots without socks which he tucked into his saddlebag.
I m decent Louise he called rewarded with a dazzling smile over her shoulder.
You were a proper gentleman Mike. Thank you.
You re a lady Louise a man should be a gentleman for you.
Why Michael Delaney I think you re a romantic. She laughed lightly and grinned at him. Have a sandwich.
It was late afternoon when they got back for they had idled neither of them being in any great hurry to finish their time together.
Are you very hungry Mike? asked Louise.
Not really. I think that beef sandwich was the biggest one I ve ever seen.
Ham and Eggs?
That would be swell Louise.
Give me half an hour I need to change first she said.
I ll be in the barn said Mike.
He walked over to the barn thinking that he d be able to read a little more of Aristotle s Masterpiece. He would have been surprised if he could have seen the look on Louise McLean s face. He found the book where he d left it and carried on reading. The images in the book blurred all of the female figures taking on the shape of Louise McLean. His prick was stiff and uncomfortable in his pants and he put the book to one side. >I need to get control of myself he thought. >I don t want to upset Mrs McLean she s been too nice to me . He smiled ruefully to himself. >I wish I could of taken a better peek at her but what I saw sure looked good. He sat in wishful solitude for a little longer then went across to the house to wash up.
The smell of frying ham made his mouth water and he washed hurriedly. Louise McLean smiled at him as he went into the kitchen and slid a heaped plate of ham and eggs in front of him giving herself a smaller portion. Eat up Mike we ve earned it.
Thanks Louise. Tomorrow we . . at least I . . .
We said Louise firmly.
We Mike acknowledged. We can go up to the knoll on the river. There s poles there will do nicely for the corral. I had another look at it earlier. It isn t quite as bad as I thought at first. If we can find about a dozen twenty foot poles that should do it. I think the team can handle them especially if we take the saddle horses.
How long do you think. To get the poles I mean. She raised her eyebrows in question.
If we set off straight after breakfast we should be back with the poles by mid-afternoon at the latest probably earlier. I can get on with the corral straight away.
We ll see how it goes. Apple pie?
Please.
Ham eggs and apple pie completed Louise poured two coffees and led the way into the parlour. Mike glanced at the books. Louise caught his eye and he flushed. She smiled gently. How are you enjoying the book Mike?
Mike flushed even more looking away.
Come on Mike tell me. Be truthful please there are enough liars in this world. You re enjoying it aren t you? Her gaze was quizzical no mockery on her face.
Er . . yes he started then paused to clear his throat taking a quick gulp of coffee. Yes I m enjoying it although I haven t finished it yet. He smiled ruefully. I ll tell you one thing Louise you sure as heck shouldn t have let me read it.
Why not Mike? Her tone was gentle coaxing.
It made me feel real horny! He flushed and made to apologise for his words but she smiled and gestured to him to continue. It made me realise that I really want to know what it s like to have a woman. The only trouble is that the only available women around here are the whores at the saloon he finished his voice disconsolate wondering at his own words.
Don t Mike not them Louise said gently.
Who else then? Huh? His voice was harsh and he wished he could retract the words.
She avoided or ignored his question answering him with one of her own. When you were reading the book Mike did you imagine doing those things?
He stood up angrily. Of course I did! I couldn t help myself!
Her voice was quiet and at first he thought he d misheard her. Tom used to read that book to me when we were in bed. It always worked a treat. When he d finished reading we would fuck like a couple of wildcats.
Mike could hardly believe his ears. You mean you - he - I mean…
Mike a woman has needs too you know. She took him by surprise again. Did you like what you saw at the pool today?
What do you mean? he stammered confused. Ohmigod she saw me!
Mike! Please. She shook her head. You peeked I saw you.
Mike looked down at his feet. Only the once he muttered.
Was it enough?
No. I only saw your back and a glimpse of your bosom. He looked up defiantly surprised to see only compassion in her eyes and a gentle smile on her face. He was still standing and she stood up and came over to him. There was a fragrance about her. She reached out her hand and raised his chin so that he was looking into her eyes.
Would you like to see the rest of me? she asked gently.
He groaned. Don t torture me Louise.
I never offer anything I m not prepared to follow through on Mike. When you were reading the book? Who did you imagine doing those things with?
You. He could hardly get the word out past clenched teeth.
She nodded. Was it a good thought Mike. You and me? Or did it disgust you? A woman ten years older than you.
No! he cried. You re beautiful! It was a dream to think of you and me together.
Doing what Mike?
Making love!
She surprised him again. You mean you want to put your prick in my cunt? She put her hand over his mouth before he could speak. Don t say a lady shouldn t talk like this. Bedroom talk is private between a man and his woman. No one else has the right to judge.
He shook his head. Yes I do. He took a deep breath and continued. I do want to put my prick in your cunt. Of course I do but I wouldn t want to do it if you didn t too! I want to put my prick in your cunt not someone else s. But it s no good you d never want me.
But Mike I do! I m wet between my legs just thinking about it! She glanced down and smiled. It looks as if you have a present for me. She too