"They Could Be Heroes" (closed)

Andrea looked at her Ma, Florrie, and sighed. She had so much to cope with; The Big Bend General Store, the nuisance behaviour of customers who wanted unlimited credit, the Bank wanting regular payments on the loan, and the Bully Boys. At least, that’s what Andrea called them. They were probably the cruellest of all, for all sorts of reasons.

They were cruel bullies, for one. They were hassling her mother, a recent widow, nagging at her to sell her land, for another. And worst of all, she was a widow because of them. They’d killed Andrea’s Pa. Seth Kay. The best dad any girl would ever have. Brave, clever, hard working, kind.

He’d been over here longer than Andrea and Mrs Kay, who’d only come over from Ireland five years ago, which was a long time to Andrea but not to grown-ups. He wanted to have something for them to come to, and had set up the General Store and staked out some land, all of which should have been doing really well if it weren’t for the bully boys. They were trying to buy up all the small pieces of land, including her Pa’s, except ‘buying’ was a bit of a generous term. They were offering token prices and making people agree by threats and worse.

Which is how her father died. Was murdered.

He wouldn’t sell. He wasn’t afraid of anyone, and when he found three Bully Boys beating up his friend Frank, without thinking he just waded in and sent them packing, his fiery Irish nature exploding into action. He knew how to fight, did Seth Kay. And that’s why they targeted him. The man who ran the newspaper had explained to Andrea that when Bullies want to intimidate a group of people, they usually pick on the strongest and destroy him, and soon all the rest just fall in line. They picked on Seth.

Andrea didn’t know all the details, but it seems they set a trap for him, and one of the Bullies challenged Seth to a gunfight, all legal according to the Sherriff. Yeah, no-one believed that. Seth was a fighter, but not a gunfighter, but there was still the question of how Seth had been shot in the back. With a rifle bullet.

But the Law had been bought out long ago, and the Newspaperman admitted that he couldn’t print what he wanted.

So Andrea sighed, feeling so sad for her mother Florrie, who had so much to cope with.

If only there was someone to avenge her Dad. Oh, how she would be in debt to him!

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It had been another long day at the store, and Andrea still had some reading to complete for the School Mistress, once she finished up her chores. Ma was in the office completing the accounts for the day, so Andrea was sweeping the floor and tidying the fairly empty shelves. They needed money to buy goods to sell to make money, it was a circle they just didn’t seem able to break in to. Ma did her best to hide the details from Andrea, but it was pretty obvious what was going on. And the vultures were already circling.

Seth would never have wanted his family to be in this state. And for a man who had spent most of his American life rescuing others, his departed soul now needed someone to rescue his family.

Only today Andrea had rejected three personal offers. Two were of marriage to unattractive chancers who thought that the Kay tragedy gave them a shot at her, the other … well let’s just say that it was from a frequent customer at a certain House along the main street, who said how much he’d enjoy Andrea there, that she should see about a job, that she’d be real popular.

Andrea didn’t know which was worse, marrying a loser or selling herself. Come to think of it, there didn’t seem to be much difference. She might even fare better selling herself.

But she wasn’t that desperate yet. Not yet.

It hadn’t stopped her taking a walk all the way down to that House when Florrie Kay had asked her go get some fresh flowers to brighten up the store. She had stood on the opposite side of the street and looked at the building, so cheerful, so feminine in décor, quite stylish, and obviously making money. Unlike them.

She noticed a beautiful woman with gorgeous dark curly hair come out, pause, and head up the street. To Andrea she didn’t seem unhappy. From her dress it looked like she worked there, and if she was ok … maybe Andrea would talk to her sometime?

It was while she was thinking such thoughts, reflecting on their bleak future and almost certain ruin, that she noticed a face at the window.

It was a beautiful face, with long straight black hair, a woman’s face, but a hard face like she’d known suffering and wasn’t going to suffer anymore.

Then she was gone. Andrea hurried to the window and saw her getting up out of that darned puddle and felt confused, because the beautiful mysterious woman had turned into a man, one of the Bully Boys, a new one.

No wait, ‘he’ was a ‘she’, was that same woman, but she was dressed like them. Were they now hiring women thugs, too? A wave of sadness swept over the young woman, like the loss of all hope. In despair she turned back from the window, placed the broom in a corner and went to help her mother.

Tomorrow she’d try and find the Woman with the curly hair.
 
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Why do things usually look better in the morning?

After a surprisingly good night’s sleep and breakfast, Andrea was again working the Store with her mother and feeling a tiny bit more positive about life. There were things she could do, choices she could make on her own.

Bright and early, in popped their first customer of the day, one of their most loyal.

“Good morning, Miss Tibbets,” Mrs Kay greeted the School Mistress, a friend of Seth's from way back, and now a friend of hers.

“Good morning Miss Tibbets,” echoed Andrea, before heading back into the store room to count sacks of flour.

Since it was just the two of them, Florrie told the teacher how worried she was for her daughter. It was impossible to insulate her from what was going on, and Mrs Kay was keeping Andrea as busy as possible, only letting her out at busy times of day when there were too many residents for the Bully Boys to try anything. She knew that Mr Trundle played very dirty, but hoped that he hadn’t yet stooped to terrorising young defenceless girls as leverage. On the other hand, nothing would now surprise her about the loathsome man.

“You know how independent she gets sometimes, Ellie, and I worry that she’ll try and find her own solution to our problems, though goodness knows I’d be happy to hear any new ideas.”

They went on to discuss the future, which was sadly predictable unless something changed, which was when Andrea returned and heard Miss Tibbets last words of consolation. Yes, Andrea thought, they needed their own champion, a man who would ride into town, take on the Bully Boys and run them all out, make the Bank behave and generally make everything better. In her mind, Andrea saw herself sitting on a horse behind her new hero, holding his waist as they rode across the area righting wrongs and generally carrying on the kind of good work Seth had always excelled at. Except Andrea’s hero carried a gun.

Andrea decided that when her mother let her go for an hour later on, always when the boardwalks were crowded, frustratingly, she’d go down to the School House and give Miss Tibbets the assignment she’d been working on from her reading, and maybe ask some advice. But then is it fair to ask a single lady for advice on offers of marriage? Maybe not, but she needed to talk to someone.

And so, much later in the day, Andrea was out for the second time, thinking hard on the School Mistress’s advice, and also hoping to catch a glimpse of the curly haired lady from yesterday. At last she saw her in a window of that house, and carefully crossed the street, skirts held high out of the mud and dirt.

On the other side, she pushed open the door, the little jangle setting her nerves on edge, and crept into the reception area. Sure enough, there she was, looking even more beautiful close up and obviously ‘dressed’ for work.


Andrea met her gaze, gave her a weak smile, opened her mouth, and turned and ran away, too frightened to ask all the terrible questions that chased the unanswered ones round her mind, like wild dogs chasing orphans.

With a rising sense of panic that someone might have seen her come out of there, she ran as well as she could through the tumult of people all the way back to the Store, where she hid among the flour sacks, face in her hands, and sobbed.
 
Drying her eyes, Andrea went out the back and pumped some water into the bowl, splashing her face and tidying her self up. Crying wasn’t going to make anything better.

She thought some more about what Miss Tibbits had said. It was all very sensible, but mostly applied to girls in normal situations. And the situation here wasn’t normal. So really the question was, should she agree to marry a man who would pay off their debts and guarantee her future? Problem, money on its own wasn’t going to fix the problem, because any business her new husband had would be taken over soon anyway, and she’d be back where she started. There was only one way out using the marriage route.

Marry Jacob Trundle.

His father was very influential, and seemed to be taking over the whole town. Maybe it was him controlling the Bully Boys? She shrugged, it was all too complicated and unpleasant.

But, she didn’t like Jacob; he was creepy and she didn’t think he’d be very kind to her once they were married. He was the type who’d spend all his time in the House at the end of the street.

Still if that was what it took to get her mother out of the mess, she’d do it.

So there was her choice. At least Miss Tibbits had helped clarify things.

Either marry Jacob Trundle, or sell herself in the House down the street. There was no other way out. And she honestly didn’t know which was worse.

The rest of the day passed doing chores and serving the occasional customer in the Store, in between reading for her next school assignment and wondering if there was a third way? Her daydreams drifted into riding behind her hero, holding him close, bringing justice to small towns where they were greeted as heroes and she could choose any dress and perfume she wanted from their Store as a thank you, and he would wear a fine suit and have new shiny pistols and black boots, and be rugged and handsome and indestructible, and he’d love her and sweep her up in his arms and carry her to his horse, and they’d ride on to the next town, until one day a town asked him to be mayor and gave them a pretty house with a white fence, and she’d keep it nice and they’d have children, whose Daddy was a hero. And their friends in school would say, ‘tell us again about your dad who saved Big Bend, Dakota Territories ….

Andrea woke up with a start. Oh my, looking at the light outside it must be time to help Mom with supper.
 
As soon as they went inside the cabin, Andrea saw her. It was the same gorgeous curls. Sure, the lady was dressed quite different now, no longer in her working clothes, but there was no mistaking that amazing hair.

Andrea didn't know what to say, and blushed when they were introduced so formally by Miss Tibbits. How do you explain to your School Mistress hostess that you've already met another of her guests at the local brothel?

But Lacy, the lady in question, was too kind to mention where she'd last seen Andrea, especially too kind to mention it in front of the girl's mother.

And one thing became clear very quickly. Andrea had been right to single Lacy out as someone to talk to. She was so sweet, kind, beautiful. If Andrea chose that path, she knew who she wanted as a tutor.

For most of the next while the grown ups made conversation which Andrea didn’t really follow, partly because she didn’t want to, partly because they were referring to things she didn’t know about. But the gist was fairly clear. Mrs Kay and her daughter were in trouble.

To help pass the time, Andrea made herself useful, helping make more coffee, bringing in wood from the pile outside, drawing fresh water, but soon those chores were all done, and it was pretty obvious they were waiting for someone, from the tension in the room.

Which was why Andrea focused her attention on Carlton. He was handsome, confident, looked strong, and most importantly carried a gun. Could he be the one to rescue them? Was he going to challenge the Bully Boys one by one, and shoot them down until just one was left and there was an epic gunfight up and down the Main Street where he would kill the bad guy but get shot in the shoulder, then Andrea would run out from the store with bandages and cradle his head as he lay in the dirt, at the same time soothing his wound and bandaging him, and then they’d take him to the hotel to recover, and he’d ask for Andrea, his angel, and everything would be ok and ….

And then the door latch sounded.

And who should walk in? The face from The Window.

Andrea felt the fist of fear grip her heart, and she clung tightly to her mother as the new Bully Boy Woman entered the cabin like a hunter after prey. No one but Mrs Kay seemed to notice, and she put her hand protectively on her daughter’s head to reassure and screen her. Florrie could actually feel her daughter shaking, though she didn’t understand why.

By the time Miss Tibbits introduced them both to the newcomer Andrea had seen how the others in the room treated her, especially the friendliness of Miss Tibbits, and the girl guessed that all was not as it seemed. She still kept her own council though, and just watched to see how this was going to unfold.

But Miss Tibbits had said ‘good friend’, so maybe, just maybe, they would be safe here.

It was all a bit overwhelming, but the dark haired, beautiful but hard Kiki had all of Andreas attention, her eyes not leaving the newcomer.
 
Andrea listened with ever widening eyes as the stories emerged of how great a hero her dad was. Tears formed and glazed her eyes until she couldn't see straight, and she had to wipe them away with the sleeve of her dress, an action noticed by Miss Tibbits and earning a gentle scolding.

But there was something in the intensity of Kiki's few words that struck the young woman. Andrea had already reckoned that the beautiful face belonged to a woman who had suffered, but she never guessed that her own Pa had rescued the beauty from that suffering. It made a kind of connection between them, between all of them, all five, But there was just a quality in Kiki that drew her attention.

Of course, she hoped that Carlton would prove as useful as he looked with that gun, and she kept stealing glances at the handsome man, but Kiki was more of an unknown.

Getting up, Andrea went to the coffee pot which gave her a chance to be near Carlton, and she poured a refill of coffee for him, smiling shyly into his face, before going round all those present, ending with Kiki.

Looking again into those dark intense eyes, Andrea finally replied to the woman's impassioned words that had been directed to her.

"My Dad saved you. He saved Frank when they were beating him to death. He saved the others," and here she gestured to the other three. "But who will save us? We need a hero like my Pa, but with a gun," and here she glanced over to Carlton with a look of such hope and romanticism combined that any astute person couldn't fail to understand what was going through her mind.

She walked away again to put the coffe pot back on the stove and walk close to Carlton, then returned to Kiki's side where she could watch him and day dream again about her hero on his horse.

The conversation had now drifted away from the emotional stuff. Kiki was mostly silent next to Andrea, but Miss Tibbits had started telling everyone how well Andrea was getting on with her studies, how quick a learner she was, and the young woman noticed Carlton glance at Lacy and then grin towards Kiki, like there was a joke they shared. But she didn't mind, especially if Carlton was hearing her praised. That couldn't hurt, could it?
 
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“Get to Mr Trundle?”

Andrea just looked at Kiki open mouthed

“How you can get to him? If Mr Trundle really is behind all this,” and only this evening had she put the pieces together from listening to the conversations in the cabin, “then there’s no way to get to him. The Bully boys are always around. I’m sorry that I thought you were one of them. You just looked so like the way they look, when you came to the Store today.”

While Kiki replied, Andrea thought again of the two possible paths she’d picked out earlier, the two choices of how to fix everything. With Mr Trundle being the man behind her father’s murder, marrying Jacob Trundle was no longer one of them.

Which meant she was left with joining Lacy and learning the Trade from her.

Unless.

No, but surely that wasn’t possible? Girls don’t do that? Girls aren’t gunfighters. But she had thought Kiki was a gunfighter when she assumed the dark haired beauty was one of the Bully Boys. Could Kiki be the hero Andrea was waiting for?

Andrea’s jaw dropped for the second time in this conversation.

“Would you? Could you?” she whispered. Then with more confidence, “I know one thing. The thing Mr Trundle holds dear, more dear to him than all his money and land and owning the Sheriff and all the businesses in town." And here she paused. "Jacob, his son. He’s always got three Bully Boys nearby, not necessarily actually at his side, but there’s always three of them. I never made the connection before.”

Andrea had seen how easily Kiki had disarmed Carlton. She’d noticed the respect all the others had for Kiki. And she’d noticed how nervous the woman was at not wearing her gun when Miss Tibbits gently persuaded her to take the belt off.

Andrea started to believe that maybe there was a Third Path. Maybe she wouldn’t start apprenticing with Lacy right away. Maybe, just maybe, Kiki was going to make everything better.

No longer interested in Carlton, the younger woman looked up at the other with hope and adoration. The first hope she’d known since her father’s death. Might she have found her hero?

“Miss Kiki, If you can get to Mr Trundle, if you can avenge my Pa, I’ll be in your debt forever.” It was said with such a calm, quiet, sincere voice that there was no doubting the girl meant it. And one look at the shining eyes, the glowing face, the light of hope radiating from the innocent countenance, the life returning to reanimate the youthful beauty should surely melt the heart of the recipient of such adoration and admiration. Even the hardest heart.
 
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‘Jacob Trundle is going to have you … Jacob Trundle is going to have you … Jacob Trundle is going to have you'

The words went round and round her head like that carousel they had in the Country Fayre.

‘Jacob Trundle is going to have you’ … the very idea sent a shudder of distaste and horror through the young woman’s mind. But there was a job to be done. A sudden thought hit her. A while ago she had reckoned she only had two possible paths: Jacob Trundle or prostitution. It looked like her third path meant not ‘avoiding’ both of those, but actually ‘following’ both. Prostitute herself ‘with‘ Jacob Trundle.

She’d need a lot of help if she was going to go that far.

“So I just have to make him ‘think’ I’ll welcome a sexual relationship? I don’t actually have to do it? I won’t be sleeping with him?” she asked, the horror of it all making her hands shake and her heart lurch.

“Don’t worry,” the gunslinger replied, fixing Andrea with her glance, ”I would never let any harm come to you.”

A breath of air audibly left the younger woman’s lungs. She was reassured, but only a little. Andrea would still need to be in the same room as the son of her Pa’s killer, maybe even let him hold her hand. Smile into his eyes. And with the Bully Boys anything was possible, so Jacob might just decide to take what he wanted, by force if necessary.

It was frightening, but she was Seth Kay’s daughter, and the Kays didn’t run from trouble. They dealt with it.

Yet despite being such a frightening path, there was something good about taking that path with Kiki. If Andrea could have anyone she wanted in this, it was Kiki. The woman was clever, capable, beautiful, scary in her own way, a fighter, a righter of wrongs, with pistols and a horse … no wait, she was now getting mixed up. That had been her day dream of her hero who was going to marry her. She couldn’t marry Kiki, they were both women!

Again Andrea looked the other woman over while she was staring out over the town, watching the lanterns flicker. Whichever man got to marry the black haired fighter would be a very lucky man, and Andrea was almost jealous. Almost, because being jealous like that would be silly. Wouldn’t it?

At last, after the longest pause, Andrea replied with determination, “Yes. I can do this.”
 
Kiki had said ‘good’ a bit too easily, Andrea thought. It was as if she just expected the young woman to be capable of tempting a man to his doom without having to accommodate him too close. Without any previous experience. Without any preparation. With no chance to practice.

But at least they weren’t on their own. Now there were three of them in the posse. They were going to hunt down the bad men and throw them out of Big Bend for good. And Andrea was a key player. Of course, Kiki would do all the actual planning and difficult parts of the plot. It looked like Carlton would supply information, and probably get Kiki the things she might need. And Andrea had to look pretty for Jacob Trundle, and hint strongly that she was interested in his advances, but not let him get close until Kiki was ready.

This was going to take timing and planning, and Kiki was right to find a place for the Gang to Hole Up while planning their next move.

Andrea had suggested a favourite place of hers where she went to be alone, one that no-one ever seemed to visit. It was under a small overhang down by the creek about half a mile from town but away from the wagon train. She had sometimes bathed in the creek down there, it was so private. Of course she never told her Ma or Pa; they’d be horrified to think of their little girl bathing naked without being protected, but she felt safe there. And it was kind of nice to bathe in fresh water in the open air, not sit in a tub of water that was already dark with the very dirt you were trying to get rid of.

All this passed through the girl’s mind on the wagon ride home, and Mrs Kay worried that her daughter was brooding too much on the problems they were facing.

“I don’t want you worrying about what you heard tonight, Andrea. It’ll all work out somehow, it just might take a while. And I don’t want you trying to meddle or take matters in your own hands. We have friends now; we’re not going through this alone. Our big advantage is that Mr Trundle thinks he’s dealing with a widow and young woman. Not with another four resourceful people on top. So we keep our own council, tell no-one, and try not to look too friendly with our new friends. ‘Any’ of them.”

The last was meant to be a gentle warning for her daughter not to get too close to the gambler Carlton. Everyone in the room had seen the way Andrea was watching him, smiling at him, trying to be near him. Florrie would be much happier if Andrea only talked to Miss Tibbits of the four of them. As her teacher, Ellie was the one Andrea could visit without suspicion, and not wanting to lecture her daughter, the widow decided to keep that piece of advice for the next morning.

Andrea meanwhile was certainly taking to heart the advice to keep her own council, saying hardly a word and seeming lost in her own thoughts still.

Once she was in her bed with her privacy curtain drawn, Andrea continued to let her mind run through the many momentous discoveries of the day.

Handsome Carlton, who could do tricks but couldn’t use a gun, had liked her and smiled at her. Lacy of the gorgeous curls was polite but didn’t seem to invite friendship, which would make it difficult to learn the Trade. Miss Tibbits was still talkative and trying to keep from taking sides, and would be no help. Ma was putting a brave face on things but had nothing to give her such confidence. And beautiful Kiki had a rescue plan, had included Andrea, and had trusted her to play an active part, and had also recruited Carlton.

And then there was Jacob Trundle, good looking but probably cruel, who she had to let get close.

The only one Andrea could trust was Kiki, and with thoughts of her new hero riding across the territory righting wrongs with her trusty sidekick ‘The Kay Kid‘, Andrea fell asleep.

The silently creeping yellow light of dawn painted a rising wash of colour on the drapes over the window, and golden fingers reached warmly into the room seeking out the young woman, but in vain. She had already risen.

Her fitful sleep had not refreshed her, and after talking of her secret refuge the evening before Andrea felt she needed to go there and think in quiet and solitude.

Completing her morning chores while it was still dark, she was ready to set off at first light, and reached the south facing nook by the time the sun was warming the bank.

Sitting on her favourite rock by the creek, she tried to think again through everything from the day before, but it was too much to contemplate. Her life was about to change in almost every way imaginable. It was time to grow up; she wasn’t the child of two days ago.

Looking around, she knew she also had to say goodbye to her hideaway. It was no longer hers alone, and some of her happy memories flickered through her memory like a lantern show. How the summer sun was captured in the bowl of the nook, creating a tiny oven of sublime warmth, so warm that she needed no towel to dry her body and long hair when she rose naked from immersing herself in the creek. The soft caresses of that warmth against her skin. The tingle as the fresh cool water dried on her skin. Such happy times.

Andrea was jolted from her reverie with a realisation that she was no longer alone.
 
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Lacy was so matter-of-fact about everything that the young woman simply allowed herself to be turned and undone. The dress she was wearing was certainly a contrast with the ones her visitor had brought, and Andrea kept looking over her shoulder at them as Lacy completed loosening the top half of the plain grey frock. Although it hugged her body quite tightly from the waist up, the pinafore apron she wore over it hid her developing body away from view. The new dresses looked like they hid nothing from view, and the undergarments didn‘t exactly help that either, by the look of them.

It was all quite shocking. Clearly Kiki had been making plans already, and Andrea had not been included in those plans. It was like coming into a story-reading half way through, when Miss Tibbits has already described the characters and set the scene. Quite bewildering.

“Make his ding-a-ling stand tall?” the girl repeated, never having really thought about the mechanics of what they were talking about.

Before she knew it, Lacy had started to pull the dress off Andrea’s shoulders and down over her hips, the pinafore already gone. It was like she’d done this before, and it occurred to Andrea that Lacy must be used to helping the other women in her House of work.

Without breaking stride Lacy continued straight on with Andrea’s undergarments. All of them; and faster than she would have thought possible the young woman was naked in the warm morning sunshine.

Lacy was turning her this way and that, examining every inch of her young body, especially her bust, legs and seat. Andrea was both quietly pleased and scandalised at the professional’s opinion of her, sounding almost envious of the younger woman, describing how men would appreciate the various aspects of the body in front of her.

Business like and brusque, Lacy next ordered her subject to bathe in the creek before they tried on the new clothes, and meek an obedient to the other woman’s authority, Andrea complied.

Stepping cautiously from well used stepping stone to stone she made her way to where the water had formed a small side pool often warmed by the sun, but today fresh and cold from the night in the hills. Bracing herself against the shock, the naked girl dipped her shoulders below the surface as she had so often done before, rubbing the slightly gritty water over her body to scrub her skin clean to a healthy pink.
 
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The soapy cloth felt wonderful against her skin, and smelled so clean and perfumed. It was a new experience to be bathed by another person; her own Ma hadn’t done that for as long as Andrea could remember. And she was pretty sure you had to pay extra at the public baths if you wanted one of the lady attendants to scrub your back for you, yet here was Andrea getting bathed expertly for nothing.

When she’d dipped in the creek before she’d never dreamed of bringing soap, just letting the grit naturally carried in the water do the scrubbing for her. Of course, there was always the chance that she’d been cleaning herself with gold washed down from the hills, but so far no-one had come this far out panning, probably because the water had already been worked too many times upstream.

As Lacy continued to gently wash her body, Andrea felt new and unfamiliar sensations in addition to the more obvious soothing of the other woman’s hands. It wasn’t just her skin that felt invigorated, but something was happening inside her too, deep in her belly, between her legs, and at the tips of her breasts. The last was made even more so when Lacy’s soft fingers touched her there, and Andrea was becoming embarrassed at how her body was responding to the attentions of the other woman. She so hoped Lacy didn’t notice, and instead put down her reactions to the coldness of the water, and the air on her wet skin.

One thing she couldn’t disguise was her revulsion at the mention of Jacob Trundle getting to enjoy her, being the first to enjoy her. Andrea wasn’t entirely sure what Lacy meant by that. Was she saying that he would see her without clothes? But Lacy was seeing her like that, so he wouldn’t be the first person. Did she mean touching her? Although Lacy was touching her it was innocent washing, not how she imagined Jacob would want to touch her. Maybe she meant actually making a baby, or trying to, an idea that filled Andrea with sick dread.

As well as washing her, lacy seemed to be assessing her, almost like a horse she was thinking of buying. Her hands were feeling the young woman’s breasts, and Andrea wondered how she compared with the new girls at Lacy’s House. She was about to ask if she was good enough, even though lacy had already called her beautiful, when the older woman surprised her with a question.

“No, I never kissed a boy,” she replied, and it seemed that lacy expected that answer because she quickly followed it by asking if Andrea wanted to learn.

That made the young girl think.

“Well I suppose I should, but how can we keep it quiet? I don’t want Ma or Miss Tibbits to know. Can I practice on a girl first?” As soon as she said it, her mind pictured the darkly beautiful face of Kiki. Now what could have made Andrea think of her?
 
The touch of her new teacher’s lips was like nothing she’d experienced or expected. The young woman had closed her eyes at the first contact and relaxed her mouth, letting herself be guided, responding naturally.

The kiss was soft and sensual, comforting and awakening, but what Andrea hadn’t expected was the way it seemed to travel again to those other parts of her body, like just before when she had felt Lacy’s soapy caresses. Her breasts were already pressed flat into the ample bosom of the more experienced woman, and similarly her hair covered mound into the hairless one, their bellies softly conforming to each other. Andrea felt the tips of her own breasts almost poking a hole in the other’s chest, and just below where their mounds met she could feel a delightful burning heat that made her rub her thighs together then move them apart so that she could press in more closely. Her hands went to Lacy’s hips and held firmly, fingers softly stroking the smooth skin.

Head tilted slightly upwards, the student drew gently with her lips, copying what her instructor was doing because it felt natural, almost sighing as she breathed out through her nose. Opening her eyes with their bodies still firmly together, the young learner pulled her face back from the kiss and looked into the beautiful eyes in front of her.

“My goodness! I never thought it could be like that!”
 
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