Changing Her Ways (Closed)

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The Marshal.

"I realize the risk I'm taking, Lydia," he responded. "And, I should tell you, I've never done anything like this before. But my instincts say that you aren't a bad woman. If I'm wrong -- you should tell me. But I am a man of my word."

He handed her the poster. The drawing was, in fact, just as poor as Randy had told her. But it did show a blonde girl, and the name Lydia was on it. Enough for someone to make a connection fairly easily.

Once she had taken the poster, he walked over to the fireplace and began to set a small fire. He might have accomplished it more quickly, but he kept looking back over his shoulder at Lydia.

 

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Lydia stood, staring at the poster. She wasn't a bad woman. She used to bed. But now she was through with that life. She never wanted to return- and couldn't if she wanted to. Her family had said their goodbyes as wiped their hands clean of her forever. There would be no returning. They saw her leaving as a form of treachery and would never welcome her back.

She explained all of this to Randy.

"I'm not bad" she said firmly, her eyes connecting with his, so he could see the truth within them.

She watched as he started a fire, the flames starting tiny and flickering to life. Soon a nice, albeit small, fire burned within the hearth and she looked down at the crude drawing of herself.

She held the paper out to Randy.

"You do it" she said firmly. She didn't want to be the one to burn the paper, for some unknown reason.

She watched as Randy took the paper.

 

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The Marshal.

Randy nodded to Lydia as he accepted the poster from her. While he did wonder why she preferred him to do the burning, he didn't ask her about that. There were too many other things to talk about, and too many things to do.

"Here we go," he said, moving so that she could see into the fireplace. He held the poster so that the far corner of the sheet caught fire, and then he held it up for her to watch as the poster burned before her eyes. Only once there was no more than a quarter of the poster left did he put it back into the fireplace, and then, once it was entirely consumed, he took the poker and stirred up the remains, leaving only more ashes.

He stood up, and put the poker back into its place, before he turned back to face her again.

"Now -- do you feel any more inclined to trust me, Lydia?"

 

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Lydia watched as the poster, her past, went up in flames. It was like watching her past burn up and disappear. Which was a good thing. But it was hard to watch as it meant her chances of seeing her family were completely gone now. At least in her eyes. She was free, and feeling a little lost.

Randy asked if she trusted him. She nodded. "I trust you" she said quietly. "But I don't know what to do now... I don't know how to fit in to a normal "good" life..."

Her eyes sought his for answers. "I need a job and a place to live" she said softly.

He was an extremely handsome man. Just looking at him made her heart flip over in her chest. What was his point in burning the poster? He said he wanted her to stay around... But why? What about her was so special to him?

 

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The Marshal.

"I can still get you a room over at McCoy's," Randy told her. "A job will be more difficult. Unless you can sew, most of the jobs here for women are saloon girls -- or, well, prostitutes. Can you read and write? Or do you have any other particular skills?"

He took the two steps that covered the short distance between them. "I already know one thing that you're pretty good at," he allowed. "Kissing."

He put one palm against the small of her back, and pulled her close against him, as he sought out her lips and kissed her even more passionately than before, and for a longer time.

 

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Lydia winced. She couldn't sew. She could read and write. But she refused to be a saloon girl. She had left a life of crime for a better one- not for one filled with more sin.

Her eyes widened when Randy came closer to her. His arm snaked out and around her waist, pulling her close before he kissed her- hard, deep and long. She responded immediately, her arms wrapping around his neck again and she opened her mouth to grant him access. Their tongues tangled and danced with each other. She felt her nipples go hard beneath the calico dress and other places got damp.

"You're gonna ruin me for other men. No way could I be a saloon girl after kissing you... They would all pale in comparison" she said when the kiss finally broke. Her heart was beating rapidly and her palms were damp from the pleasure.

 

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The Marshal.

Randy was not expecting that reaction at all. He hoped that she would like kissing him, of course, she had seemed to like it when he had kissed her in the alley, but.. ruin her for other men?

Maybe he was a better kisser than he realized. That would be nothing short of great. He really hadn't kissed all that many women in his time -- and rarely had he been so passionate as he was feeling right now.

"You're the fantastic kisser, Lydia," he replied, grinning at her. "If what I just laid on you is special, it's because it's you I'm kissing. And truth to tell, even after such a short time, I don't think that I like the idea of you kissing other men, anyhow."

He still held her pressed against him, it was a fantastic feeling and he didn't want it to stop. He stood up straight, keeping her against him, and whirled around in glee.

"Can you sing and dance?" he asked, grinning like a fool but feeling like a hero. "Maybe we can set you up in a music hall. Or maybe you could just move in with me, and I'd take care of you. I'd like to take care of you."

 

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Lydia stared blankly at Randy. Move in with him??

"I can't sing or dance" she said... "Well I dance for fun but not good enough to make money from it.... Move in with you?" She stared at him in confusion.

"People would talk if I moved in with you. Your name would be dragged through the dirt... It would shame you" she said softly. "I can't do that to you, it wouldn't be fair to you".

And yet she wanted to... Lord she wanted to. Even after that short time together she was infatuated with him. She didn't know what it was about him but he consumed her thoughts.

 

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The Marshal.

"Of course, you're right," Randy told her. "But I wanted you to think about the very idea of it. You and I don't know one another well enough to get married yet, but that's another thought that I want you to think about, too."

He had already picked her up. Still keeping her pressed against himself, he took a few steps over to a table, and set her back on her feet with her back against it. While she was reacting to his words, he began kissing her cheek and then her ear and her neck, nipping at her earlobe. And his fingertips found their way to the buttons at the top of the back of her dress.

 

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Julia's mind was running away. Marriage? She had hoped for marriage eventually, of course. That was every woman's dream. But already? Maybe not right away... But soon?

She tried to imagine being married to Randy... Waiting home for him to come back from work, cooking and cleaning for him... Making love to him and maybe eventually having his children... It made her go weak inside.

It was a good thing he was holding her up. He began kissing all along her neck and face, making her moan softly. She ran her hands down his arms and to his waist where she pulled his hips against hers passionately.

She felt the need to be honest with him.

"Randy, I... I'm not a virgin" she said breathlessly. "It was only man who I thought I would marry... But he got killed. I just didn't want to... To disappoint you".

 

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The Marshal.

"Lydia," Randy returned, lifting his head from the silk of her skin so he could look at her, "I didn't think that you probably were. Hardly any girl in the territory gets through being a teenager without losing her virginity. But it's just as well, in one way, because if you did still have your virginity, I would be about to take it."

He gazed into her eyes as he said those words, and, for the first time, pushed his groin against hers. She would feel his erection through their clothes. There was more to this than just the heat of the lust, there was a giddiness as well, an infatuation. Even at the same time that he could hardly wait to fuck her, he wanted to take his time, too; he was feeling contradictory impulses. There was just so much about Lydia that he was responding to, on just about every level.

 

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If she were a virgin, he would be about to change that... The thought sunk in just about the same time that she felt him press his groin into hers. Instantly she went weak and moaned softly, her head falling back just slightly.

Her pussy grew damp and a tremor of excitement raced across her body. Oh Jesus it felt good. She wanted him desperately. Wanted to feel him bare against her from head to toe, his hard heat pressing into her moist softness.

She wrapped one leg around the back of his thigh so that his cock was flush against her pussy, only a few layers of clothes in between them.

"Make love to me" she whispered against his lips, meaning it. She wanted him but she wanted it to be more than just sex...

 

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The Marshal.

"I will be making love to you, Lydia," Randy said as he resumed opening up the back of her dress. "In a way, like I've never done with anyone else. I don't know why we have both been so taken with one another, but it's a damn good thing, probably the best thing that's ever happened to me."

He could have gone on longer -- he was hardly one of those silent frontier types who rarely said a word except with their guns -- but he had better things to do with his mouth, in this instance to kiss her again, hunting out her tongue once more, making her feel how much he wanted and needed her. It was beyond urgent and into emergency.

She wrapped her leg around him and it added a whole new level. He humped against her as if he were already inside of her, he would be soon enough and yet it couldn't be soon enough if it wasn't already happening. His blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his brain and he felt like a conqueror.

He mustn't rip her dress off of her, she had nothing else to wear, so far as he knew. He drew back from her far enough (on top -- his cock was still shoved up against her tummy, and he was still rubbing against her there) that he could start to pull her dress off over her arms.

"By the way," he added, "in case I haven't said it, I think that you're absolutely beautiful." He almost laughed from joy. "I think it's important to tell a woman that. But you're the best looking woman I've ever seen in my life."

 

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Julia could feel him undoing the buttons and sliding the dress down inch by inch, exposing her body for his hungry eyes. She was a petite woman, delicate yet tough and with an impressive chest for a woman her size. Her body was trim and toned from years on horseback, so she wasn't shy about it.

His compliment only served to make her even more confident in her appearance. She smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss him and untuck his shirt from his waistband, before unbuttoning it and revealing his toned abs and chest.

She itched to run her fingers over his body, and did just that, starting at his dribbles jaw and running them down over his chest and abs, then back up.

"You're perfect" she murmured as she gentle ran a finger along a scar on his midsection, silently wondering how he had gotten it.

 

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The Marshal.

Randy felt a bit disgraceful doing so, but he licked his lips and took in Lydia's body with hot eyes as he pulled the dress down off of her arms and then helped her step out of it. He was only too anxious to get out of his own clothes, letting her pull the shirt off of his arms in turn.

When her fingertips ran along his scar, he told her, "That mark isn't perfect at all. Any closer to my belly and I'd have died. The guy was just a two-bit bandit, holding up travelers along a road, but he knew how to throw a knife, I guess. If I hadn't turned quickly enough, well, like I said..."

He let his voice trail off. "We have better things to think about." He ran his hands up and down the bare skin of her arms, and then brought up one to her shoulders, and began briefly to knead the muscle there. "It's funny. At the same time that I want to strip you naked and take you, I also want to take my time and go slowly, slowly. So, since I have these contradictory impulses, maybe we should go at your speed."

 

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Julia winced when Randy said "just a two-bit bandit, holding up travelers along a road". That had been her once. He slowly rubbed her arms and shoulders which felt like heaven. Julia's head fell back some in pleasure.

"I don't care how fast we go as long as we don't stop" she said jokingly. She grinned at him then. "We can take our time the next time ... after we've scratched the itch". She undid the button at the top of his pants, running her fingers along the waistband teasing him.

She could see his impressive erection through the pants, straining to escape. Her body trembled with need. She wanted him so bad.

"I want everything you've got right now".

 

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The Marshal.

Randy cupped her chin in one hand and tilted her face up toward him for the moment. "All I've got. You can count on that. And not just for tonight."

He wrapped her in his other arm and kissed her again, his one hand coming to rest around her hip, his fingers slightly spread, trying for one moment of sweetness before the torrent of passion that was surely to follow. He loved how she spoke of a next time. He wanted there to be so many more next times.

 

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Lydia felt his hand spread across her hip and pressed into him, craving more contact. Brazenly she slid her own hand up his thigh until her knuckles brushed against the hard length of him. She could feel how big and hard he was and it made her mouth dry.. And other parts of her anatomy very wet.

She locked eyes with him and smiled before wrapping her small hand around his length and squeezing, letting him know she wanted him and was ready for him- all of him- just as she had said.

 

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The Marshal.

Again, Randy had conflicting impulses. Pick her up and carry into his bedroom and make love to her on the bed, or take her right here on the table?

She wanted everything he had right now, she said. Very well, she was going to get it!

"That's the way," he said, "up and down, like that." Maybe she wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't very experienced. Randy was going to enjoy educating her.

He leaned forward, and took one of her breasts into his mouth, as much as would fit. At first, he sucked on the whole of it, but then he started using his tongue to flick over her nipple, and soon he was nipping at it with his teeth.

 

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Lydia gasped out loud when Randy's got mouth encircled her breast. His tongue began to tease her hard bud of a nipple, making her moan and her hand flex around him as she jerked him up and down.

When his teeth nipped at her she gasped and bit down on her lip in pleasure. Her hand was moving with more confidence now, up and down his shaft, causing little drops of precum to pool upon the head of it.

She had the urge to taste those juices but didn't know how to voice her desire to him without sounding like a wanton woman, so she merely kept her mouth shut. She used her thumb to rub some of the precum off and then brought it to her lips, sucking it off, her eyes connected with his as he teased her relentlessly.

 

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"You enjoying that?" Randy looked up to her face, covering her breast for a moment with the warmth of his hand. "There's not a lot of it. Try licking it directly off of my cock. Better yet, suck my cock. If I cum in your mouth, darlin', I'll last longer when I'm in your cunt."

He wasn't sure just how Lydia would react to that kind of language, but he needed to know. After he saw her reaction, he would know what sort of talk worked best for her.

He took her nipple between two fingertips, and twisted it. Just a little at first, but then more sharply.

 

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Lydia was a bit taken aback by the language Randy used with her. She was use to hearing it of course- criminals weren't exactly known for their fine language- but she wasn't used to it being directed at her in that way. She digested that for a moment before doing as he said.

Slowly, she moved away from his touch and down his body until she was eye level with his huge erection. It bobbed in front of her face enticingly and she kicked her lips, looking up at him from beneath her thick eyelashes, but she tentatively reached out and licked some of the moisture from him.

He was tangy and salty with a touch of sweetness and she moaned softly. He had said to suck it so she did that, wrapping her lips around him almost shyly, and then sucking the length of him into her mouth until he touched the bak of her throat and she gagged a little.

Startled, she pulled back and glanced up at him, unsure of exactly what to do next.

 

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"The gag reflex is normal, Lydia," Randy said, his tone of voice a bit different now. He wasn't sure, but he thought that she had not reacted well to his earlier coarseness, so he set it aside, at least for the moment. He had a lot to think about with Lydia, and he didn't do his best thinking while he was getting such overwhelming sexual stimulation, nor when his heart was threatening to bloom.

"Just go ahead as you were -- believe me, it feels fine. More than fine, more like fantastic."

His fingertips ran across her scalp, the easiest part of her to touch, a caress. He hoped that his expression communicated even a patch on everything that Lydia was making him feel.

"Or, are you ready for us to switch places?" He was still concerned that he might cum too fast, but Randy imagined that he could just avoid that by means of will power. A foolish thought, of course.

 

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Lydia relaxed a little at his tone. He didn't sound so harsh anymore and it made her feel better. Earlier she had felt as if she had done something wrong... Like she wasn't doing this sex thing right and it had confused her. But now he seemed to be enjoying it well enough...

His caress across her forehead made her smile as she went back to work on his cock, sucking it down until she almost gave and then slowly pulling it back out. She wasn't ready to stop yet.

She looked up at him and stopped sucking for a moment.

"If I... If you... Well... If you finish, will you be able to... Um... Go again afterward?" She stuttered, her face going bright red from embarrassment. She was wondering if they'd still be able to have sex if he came in her mouth. She wanted to feel him inside of her but also wanted to taste him- but she would never voice that desire, it would be improper.

 

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It was a bit awkward, but Randy leaned over and kissed Lydia on the top of her head, and told her, his voice only a little above a whisper but quite audible at this distance, "Have no fear, darling. With you, I have no doubt I can cum and cum again and again." He wasn't all that old, after all, and Lydia was, to say the least, an inspiration.

"And, in between times, I can do unto you as you are doing unto me, sweetheart. I fully plan on having you reach a climax more often tonight than I will."

Once again, he stroked her body with his fingers, this time along her upper arm. It was a tender and affectionate gesture.