by Ryan, Nicole
Their father chuckled and shook his head as he folded the paper he’d been reading and crossed the kitchen to me, “You must be Chastity.” He said and I took his offered hand. It was warm, thick and calloused from hard work. The wind was crushed from my lungs as he pulled me into a brief bear hug, clapping my back heartily.
“Nice to meet you Mr. James.” I said as I smiled up at his handsome face that looked a little weathered from working outside, and warm brown eyes that crinkled deep at the corners.
“Please call me John. Come over and sit down.” He said.
“Oh I was going to see if I could help Mrs. James with anything?” I said looking at her.
“Oh nonsense sugar you go sit down and let me handle this, I’m all finished anyway. Please, call me Charlie.” She said kindly, her pretty features needed no makeup; her thick manicured brows accentuated her high cheek bones and pouty mouth. I wondered if she’d ever done any modeling, she had to stand at least five feet nine inches… and was drop dead gorgeous.
“So how long have you two known each other?” John asked as Charlie set a heaping plate of hot biscuits, gravy, bacon and eggs in front of him.
“A few months.” Jesse said, taking a large piece of bacon from the plate on the table.
Charlie smiled and sat beside John, scooping food onto all of our plates and passing them out to us. “How did you meet?” She asked, and my stomach dropped.
“On set.” Jesse said without hesitation. I choked on my orange juice and my fork clattered loudly to my plate, Charlie giggled at me.
“Oh honey, not to worry. We don’t keep any secrets in this family. We’re so proud of our son for following his dreams, no matter what they are.” She patted my hand, and I realized my mouth was hanging open in shock.
I closed it and tried to form something to say, but came up with nothing. Jesse was grinning at me while shoveling eggs into his mouth. I shook my head in astonishment.
“I’m sure your folks are very proud of you too darling. Now eat up baby girl, don’t let it get cold now.” Charlie said, and reached under the table to rub John’s leg affectionately while chewing on a bite of bacon. “We got a lot to do today don’t we boys?” She asked looking to Jesse and Beau.
“Momma, don’t make Chastity help if she isn’t up for it.” Jesse said around a mouth of food.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full. She doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to. But she’ll want to help.” Charlie winked at me, and gave me that beaming smile again, as if she knew something I didn’t.
“What are we doing?” I asked, the food was delicious and I had to consciously pace myself.
“Got us a new mare to break.” Beau said.
“What’s this we stuff? Every time I come home we got a new mare to break. Bullshit. You wait for me.” Jesse said, and I thought he might genuinely be a little annoyed.
“Oh Jesse, no one knows them like you do.” Charlie said proudly, and Jesse grinned down at his food despite himself.
“I’ll help however I can.” I said, and I was more than happy to help.
“What’s her story?” Jesse asked, sipping freshly squeezed orange juice from a mason jar.
“She came out this way about two weeks ago. Don’t know anything except she won’t let a soul get on her. She’s healthy as can be, nice coat, but she’s skittish.” Beau said.
“You tried to ride her yet?” Jesse asked nodding at his father.
“No, I’m too old for that shit. Excuse my language.” John said.
“Alright.” Jesse said.
***
“Here hold this for me sweetie.” Charlie said to me under her white, large brimmed gardening hat as she handed me the hose. She walked to the side of the shed beside the West Corral, and turned the water on, it sputtered to life and began to fill the trough just as Jesse and his brother brought the mare into the corral. When the trough was full Charlie shut the water off and I followed her around to the far end of the corral, where we climbed up to sit on the top log of the fence.
It was a nice day, there was a chilly breeze but it was gentle and the sun was shining down on us beautifully. Jesse held the reigns of a large brown horse, with a long tail and mane that even I could see needed a brushing severely. She tossed her head in annoyance, snorting and fussing, but still following Jesse as he circled the corral for ages.
“Hey Chastity! Give me a hand?” Beau called from behind me. I peered back at him, my eyes shielded from the sun by the brim of the hat Charlie had let me wear.
“Yeah.” I called back climbing down from the fence, and walking over to where he was picking a dark reddish brown colored horse’s hoof.
“Grab that rake there, would ya?” He called without looking up at me.
“Here you go.” I said. “Should I put it here by the fence?”
“Yeah that’s good. You ever pick hooves before?”
“Just learned recently.” I smiled, grabbing the other pick and lifting the horse’s front hoof and getting to work.
“Nice, you’re a natural.” He smiled up at me briefly before he put the hoof he had been working on back on the ground, and rose to pick up a metal horse shoe from a stack of gleaming shoes beside the small, cloudy blue West Barn.
“Whoa!” Jesse called and I turned my attention back to him as Charlie ran to grab the reins of the mare, who was rearing back on her back legs in fear. I stood and hurried over and Jesse was dusting his bottom off, he was sweaty, and dirty, and I suddenly wanted to fuck him right there in the corral.
“Are you okay?” I asked, hurrying to his side. Charlie had the mare calm and was talking to her, walking her around the corral again.
“I’m fine. Just takes a few tries sometimes.” He winked.
I handed him a thermos that was full of ice cold water, he drank it quickly, before bending to kiss me and headed back to the mare. Beau came to stand beside me, and watched Jesse as he spoke quietly at the horse’s side, stroking her and giving her oats.
“He’s always been the best at this.” He said proudly.
“You always do this?” I asked. I would have never guessed that Jesse did anything this incredible.
“Yep. Our great grandfather started it, there were always folks coming through, wild horses weren’t familiar to them, Indian horses they called them, but granddad he could speak to them. Like Jesse… he’d get em ready for the people who were passing the Oregon Trail, they’d give him money. Pretty soon, it became a family business. We’ve just always done it. Course now it’s just folks from where ever that need help with a horse, sometimes we sell em too. Jesse has big plans to turn it into a boarding and training ranch… if dad would get on board.”
“You live here too?” I asked him.
“Oh no, I live in Seattle now, but I come here for spring and summer to help dad, usually Jesse does too, at least for as long as he can.” He said, removing his gloves.
“But it’s only March.” I said, it sounded more like a question.
“I know, I came home early this year.” He said, but it seemed like there was more to it than that. I didn’t ask, simply smiled as I watched Jesse enchant the horse.
Jesse jogged over to us, his muscles gleamed in the fading sunshine, my mouth was watering just looking at him, I wanted to rip that little gray t-shirt off of him. He licked his lips, and wiped a gloved hand across his brow as he glanced at me, and then Beau.
“Alright. Now let’s have some fun.” Jesse said, putting his hand on my lower back, and discreetly sliding it down to squeeze my ass.
“What do you want to do?” Beau asked.
“Let’s go to Craig’s.” He grinned.
“Ain’t nothing but honky-tonk music and alcohol at Craig’s.” Beau said, adjusting his hat uncomfortably.
“Exactly.” Jesse said. “Come on I’ve been in the city for months…”
“Alright man, but you know Jessica is going to be there.” Beau warned.
“Jessica is always there. I
don’t care. You shouldn’t either.”
“Man, she’s nuts. She’ll shoot your ass if she sees you in there.” He said, but his eyes flicked to me for a split second.
“She can deal with it.” Jesse said.
“Oh no, I’m not going to be caught in the middle of anything.” I said taking a step back from them and holding my hands out in front of me.
“You won’t be.” They said in unison.
“Alright… Who’s Jessica?” I demanded, placing my hands on my hips and lifting an eyebrow at them.
Jesse smirked at Beau, who cleared his throat.
“Jessica was my wife.” Beau said, and both of my brows rose in response.
“Is his wife.” Jesse corrected.
“Only for another week or two!” Beau called in defense.
“Okay so what’s she got against you?” I asked Jesse.
“I’m the cause of the end of the relationship.” Jesse said.
“He’s the cause of my life taking a turn in a better direction.” Beau corrected him. “She came onto him several times, he told me but I never really believed him until I witnessed it.”
“Oh.” I didn’t really know what to say.
“Anyway, I’m sure Betty will be there too, it is Saturday night after all.” Jesse said as we mounted two horses, I on Jesse’s and Beau on the other alone, but guiding the new mare with his free hand. Beau’s face split into an ear to ear grin at the mention of her name.
When Jesse and I were back in his room, I quickly caught him around the waist from behind, kissing his back, between his shoulders.
“I’m disgusting.” He laughed, but slid his hands back to cup my ass.
“No.” I said, inhaling his musky scent deeply, before sliding his shirt over his head.
He turned and looked down at me as I ran my hands along his slick skin, something about the way the fine, silky dust left trails in the wake of my fingertips was enthralling. His pecs jumped as my nails slid over his nipples, and down his taunt stomach, I undid his jeans and he lifted my shirt over my head. Jesse cupped the back of my head as he kissed me, it was a filthy kiss, salty from sweat on our lips, and grimy from the dirt of the corral but it was the most overwhelming kiss I’d ever had in my life. In that moment, I thought maybe I knew what it really meant when someone said they were in love with another.
Jesse lifted me from the ground after sliding my jeans and panties off, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bathroom. I tore my pony tail down when my feet were on the cold linoleum, and Jesse reached in and turned on the water. We stepped into the small shower, and Jesse stuck his head under the water, letting the dirt run off his body. I took the shower gel and began to massage it along his chest, arms and then moved behind him to scrub his broad shoulders and back. I slid my hands down his front to grasp his cock, which was already fully hard, I stroked him languidly, my cheek against his back. He pulled me around and pressed me to the shower wall.
“We don’t have time.” He said, as he slid his hands down my breasts.
“We can be quick.” I smiled at him as he stared at the soap he spread along my body.
He mumbled something I couldn’t make out, and soaped up my entire front, massaging my arms and legs with warm water before finally making his way back up to my swollen pussy. He circled my clit expertly with his fingers with one hand while capturing my right breast in his mouth and sucking my nipple to a point. My legs grew wobbly as he brought me closer to coming, and I slid down the shower wall, my legs turning to jell-o, and Jesse crouching to keep thrusting his fingers inside of me until the last spasm stopped and I was shoving his hand away from my sensitive flesh. He was grinning at me and I growled as I grabbed his cock and stroked him savagely as he got back to his feet.
I tucked my feet under me and took his thick head into my mouth, pressing him as far into my mouth as I could manage as I jerked him hard, twisting my hands and swirling my tongue along his head, then sucked as hard as I could, tearing his cum out of his beautiful cock, and swallowing it hungrily as if it were my last meal. I lifted his dick and licked from the bottom of his balls to his head, and took him in my mouth once more, delivering one final suck, drawing the final drops of his saltiness into my mouth and swirling his glistening head around my swollen lips.
***
“Come on!” Beau pounded on the door and I opened it as I put my boots on. “You look great.” He said, stopped dead in his tracks.
“Thanks.” I said, “Jesse picked it out for me actually.”
“Good, it’s great.”
“You said that.” Jesse said from the bathroom, chuckling good naturedly.
I was wearing one of my favorite bras from Vicky’s it had a nice boost, but nothing uncomfortable, accentuating my breasts but not making them look gaudy, and a thick flannel shirt tied at my belly button. Cut off jeans that were short, accentuating my legs, and showing off my extensive ink. Jesse had given me a pair of cream colored boots for Valentine’s Day that I wore now. Jesse came from the bathroom and his cologne swirled around me; he was delicious in his dark jeans that had buttons instead of a zipper, dark brown cowboy boots that were extremely worn and scuffed were on his feet, and he wore a black and blue flannel with a white shirt under it.
“Turn around.” Jesse said, lifting an eyebrow at me.
I turned slowly, peeking at him over my shoulder, I gave a little shimmy with my tush before he scooped me against him and parted my lips with his tongue, minty from just brushing his teeth.
“Mmm.” I said, and licked my lips, peering up into his pretty eyes.
“What are you doing to me?” He said quietly.
“Let’s go!” Beau called from the hallway, and Jesse and I followed him quickly.
To my surprise we were walking toward the barn. Beau was already climbing onto a gray speckled horse with a black mane and tail, that was already saddled and ready to go.
“We’re taking the horses?” I asked.
Jesse winked at me, “They like to serve whiskey down at Craig’s. Most people take their horses, safer ride home than a car, can’t really get cabs out here… some people just walk.”
I was grinning, excited to ride again. “Awesome.” I almost squeeled.
“Do you think you can ride alone?” Jesse asked.
“I’d rather not just yet.” I said, I was a little disappointed, but if we were going to be drinking I was not going to trust myself on that poor horse.
“Good, climb on up here.” He helped me up onto Eddy’s back..
“Ready?” Beau called, he was silhouetted in the barn door from the bright flood lights by the house behind him, and looked mysterious on his dark horse.
“Yeah, let’s go.” Jesse replied as he gently brushed Eddy’s sides with his boots and Eddy came right into a trot beside Beau’s horse.
I hugged Jesse’s taut stomach as we rode, leaving the house behind us, the sway of the horse was relaxing, I looked up at the clear night sky and gazed at the stars. Once we were onto a nice dirt road, we picked up into a trot, and the bouncing on the hard saddle was hard to control even gripping my thighs as I was, and Jesse’s wandering free hand had my pussy throbbing before we rounded a bend that revealed an enormous open, brightly lit barn. He chuckled as we slowed, and I smiled into the back of his shoulder, his cologne clinging lightly to his flannel.
“You’re just naughty.” I whispered in his ear.
“I know.” He said simply, almost innocently as he swung his leg over Eddy and put his reins up on a long pole beside two other horses that were grazing easily in the field that surrounded the barn.
“I thought we were going to a bar?” I asked, confused, this looked like someone’s farm.
“This is better, my dad’s friend Jim owns this ranch, his daughters and oldest son Craig keep the Barn up, local bands play, people bring bottles of liquor when they can, it’s just a community thing we’ve done since we were kids, Beau went to school with Craig.” I grinn
ed, what a wonderful community to live in.
He helped me down, and opened a spigot to fill the trough for the horses. I felt like I was in another world as the upbeat country-rock music flooded the open space, and laughter, and cries of joy and excitement rang out sporadically. I tucked my fingers into the pockets of my jeans just as four people on two four wheelers… dune buggies? came speeding around the opposite side of the barn, away from us and the horses, and parked beside the cars. The group went into the barn and Beau was following behind them, I hadn’t really noticed how attractive he was until I saw a couple women eyeing him, he looked so much like Jesse but he was matured a little, rougher around the edges.
Jesse took my hand and I smiled at him as we approached the large open doors. The path was lit with Christmas lights and lanterns, there was straw on the walkway and the floor of the barn was thick, dark wood that looked like it had been polished once, maybe thirty years ago. A twangy rock band was playing up on a platform that was two feet or so above the dance floor where couples were dancing enthusiastically, one couple in particular caught my eye, because Beau was staring at them.
A very tall, woman with curly blonde hair, a filmy red sleeveless shirt, and cut off bleached jeans was dancing drunkenly with a man who was maybe ten years younger than her, she was swinging her hair in front of her, nearly hitting the young man with it, and sloshing beer on the wood floor from her cup.
“Who’s that?” I asked Jesse quietly as Beau’s jaw clenched and he ordered three shots of whiskey from the bartender.
“Jessica.” Jesse said, and we closed the small distance between us and Beau and sat at the bar on three stools. An attractive redhead with large freckled breasts slid three tall shot glasses to us.
“Here you go Beau, first rounds on the house.” She said as her eyes darted to Jessica and back quickly. “You let me know if you need any cheering up later sugar.” She said close to his face, bending over the bar to give a full view of her creamy breasts.
I smiled and watched Beau’s eyes linger on her plump rear end as her thick hips swayed to the other end of the bar. Beau held his shot paused at his lips, his gaze slid to Jesse and Jesse’s chest rumbled against my back with laughter.