Legault’s evening had been consumed with thoughts of the petite young Amy. It was a struggle just to envision his wilderness isolation returning to how it had been before he’d experienced her. It had come out of nowhere, unasked for, beyond his imagination, but he knew that the encounter would devour his thoughts forever more.
The next day, the rugged man made his way from his hideout down to the creek again. He’d had no idea a farm was so close to his spot, but instead of worry striking him, he could only eagerly await the red headed farm girl’s return. Oh, how he hoped she’d return.
He’d followed her back to her lands the previous day at a distance, making sure she returned safely, and as an excuse to watch her slender form a bit longer. He fantasized about her treading the way back to her home as he sat by the creek, fishing the entire morning through. He caught more than he would need or want, tying them together and letting them linger in the shallow water.
He could see his reflection, look over the neatly trimmed blonde beard and the tied back hair. His green eyes were deep and diligent and his large frame was broad and strong. He was a former military man, hiding out in the forest, and loneliness had gripped him until he met Amy just the day prior.
She had been so soft and yielding as he stole the virginity and heart from the young woman, merely half his age and so docile. Just thinking about how tight her pussy was around his cock, the way cumming in her had made him feel was enough to cause that thickness in his pants to swell once more.
Luckily, it was earlier than the day prior that the woman returned, her hair braided into two pigtails, her clothing identical to what she wore before. A simple white blouse was frilled around the top and bottom, and the long skirt grazed the dirt as she walked.
The way she moved, though, was different. There was a slight exaggeration in her motions, something more confident and desirous than the naïve woman he’d stumbled upon in the woods yesterday.
A small, shy smile crept to her mouth as she caught sight of him, and for a moment she spied upon him, watching his motions so carefully and with all of the eagerness of a new love.
She wasn’t able to scout long, however; he was far too alert a man for that. Only his preoccupation with memories of their one encounter allowed her to creep up on him at all unnoticed.
But with her in sight, his eyes immediately went wide and he dropped his self-crafted rod to stand. She captivated him and he gawked, soaking in her look. A broad, handsome smile formed on his face and he called out over the sound of the creek, “I love what ya did with yer hair, Amy.” And he did, for he stirred just to look at her.
She flushed, stepping towards him as quickly as he spotted her, a wide smile showing off her teeth, “They didn’t even know. I just told’em that there was a bear that chased me from the fish and I had ta run, and they didn’t even know the difference,” she exclaimed excitedly.
He trotted towards her in turn, bounding across the rocky shore and then the soil until he wrapped his arms about her in a firm embrace. His heart felt like it burst in his chest and he kissed her hard, “That a girl,” he said approvingly. “I was so worried ya would get in trouble an’ not be able ta show, m’sweet.” He squeezed her again, pressing his mouth to her once more.
She met him with all the hunger that he had shown her the day previous, but as she withdrew, she became more reserved. Giving him a bashful look, she spotted his fish from earlier, her lips parting in shock, “You did this?”
Not releasing her from his touch entirely, he gave a toothy smile of his own and nodded. “Didn’t want ya ta have to worry about makin’ up for yesterday,” he said softly, “so I caught ya some ahead of time, sweet Amy.”
His broad, strong hands rubbed over her shoulder blades and onto her biceps. “Gods, I feared ya were all a dream, brought on by isolation an’ loneliness.”
They embraced, her arms growing tighter around him as the heartbeats passed, “Thank you. I couldn’t come home empty handed twice. Surely they’d catch me then.”
His dark green eyes flittered over her youthful face, “Of course.” She was half his age and the picture of beauty and perfection. Bringing a hand from her shoulder to her hair, he picked a pigtail up and fondled it fondly. “Ya braid these yerself?”
“Yeah,” she said, her hair so soft between his fingertips. She seemed so delicate. Her bone structure, the smallness of her nose, her wide, doll-like eyes, they all made her feel so much less real. But here she was in her simple peasant’s outfit which hugged against her body.
Bending down, he brought the soft braid of red hair to his face, letting it brush against his lips as he inhaled her feminine scent. She was nothing but delight to him, and he shut his eyes to revel in it a moment.
“I wanted ta make sure, Amy… ya weren’t hurtin’ none too bad after, I hope? The first time’s always painful, but… I hated thinkin’ I might’ve done ya some injury,” he asked, his voice laced with worry and fear.
She shook her head, trying to assuage his concerns, “It’s nothin’. Just like the monthly,” she quipped lightly in a country twang. “The biggest worry was that Pops would figure me out, but he didn’t, so…” she shrugged her shoulders. “Seems it all worked out.”
Relief filled his features in the form of a big, white-toothed smile. “Good,” he exhaled the word on a sigh and kissed her lips again. His head tilted as his tongue darted into her mouth to brush against her moist muscle. When they finally broke apart, he looked to her blue eyes and reassured, “Won’t hurt like that again. I swear. Only a firs’ time thing, sweet Amy girl.”
“Wasn’t so bad,” she promised, not wanting to frighten him away. She, like him, had spent the evening re-enacting it, and truly, even though she looked vibrant, there was a fuzzy sleepiness in her eyes. She was deprived slumber by her fantasies of him. Of what it truly meant to be a woman.
She almost glowed.
The corners of his lips rode high into his cheeks he smiled so hard. “Yer a real trooper, girl,” he complimented, his hand stroking her pigtail and around to the back of her head. He squeezed her in his arms once more, feeling how delicate her slender frame felt in his strong grasp, lifting her off the ground just a little with the act.
“Say,” he began in a secretive whisper, “since I already gots the fishin’ done for you… how’d ya like ta pop into the woods a bit with me? I got a lil’ shelter nearby. An’ then we wouldn’t have ta worry about yer Pa runnin’ inta us,” he offered hopefully.
“Sure. We have a few hours at least before they’d come lookin’,” she exclaimed after glancing back towards the farm. Her feet were clad in the same, simple sandals and they looked strangely easy to walk in.
“I’d like to see, anyways,” she added.
Grinning with excitement he kissed her lips again fast, “Good! Ain’t never showed no one my hideaway before, hun. You’re the very first,” he declared, unwrapping his arms around her and taking her hand. Leading her across an outcropping of rocks over the creek, they came to the trees upon the other bank. It was another sunny day, and it lit the trail beneath the canopy as they made their way towards what had been his form of solitary confinement before now.
“How long have you been ‘round here?” she asked curiously, obviously intrigued by the strange, new man in her life. She found him so handsome and charming. Her knees were already weak from wanting him, but she had no knowledge of how to express it. All she knew was that touch seemed to be the best way.
He kept a firm hold on her petite hand, his calloused thumb rubbing over and feeling each groove of the back of her palm and her digits. “Months,” he answered with a smile for her and her alone. “Came here ta get away from all the fightin’ an’ death. Even loneliness beats that, Miss Amy, I don’t mind admittin’.”
She frowned at him, but she was still inquisitive, “How come I never ran into you before? I’m here fishin’ a lot…” she trailed off. Her life was usually such a rush, it wasn’t often she got any time to herself. Especially not time alone with a male stranger.
With a shrug he replied, “I live a ways away, an’ often times I’d go further up the creek ta fish an’ clean,” he explained. It took a while to reach his hideaway, but eventually it came into sight or, at least, it neared. It was hidden well beneath the boughs of evergreen trees. “Here,” he announced, leading her around to the secretive entrance, pulling it open and revealing his retreat.
On the inside, it had the look of a mineshaft. Stonework lined with wood. It wasn’t extravagant, but for something he had put together by himself with limited tools in the span of a few months, it was cozy, warm and dry. “It ain’t much, Miss Amy, but it’s mine. An’ yer welcome to it,” he reassured her.
She seemed quite taken by the idea of having his own private place, and she smiled up at him gleefully, “Ohh!” She took a step inside and looked around at the walls, the ceiling, “I love it! I used to build forts and things with my brothers ‘fore they died, but this is way nicer!”
She responded to his secret getaway like an excitable child, positively gushing over it.
Grinning at her enthusiasm, he stepped in after her, leaving the door open for a while. Reaching up, he slid a wood panel in the ceiling, letting in some bough-filtered light through a gap in his hideaways roof. “Was plannin’ on makin’ somethin’ bigger with time. Had no idea your folks was so close,” he explained, watching her appraisingly as he took off his heavy overcoat and laid it aside.
“I don’t ‘ave much, I’m afraid. Can’t offer ya a lot, ‘cause I can’t visit the towns,” he gestured past his shelves and sacks towards a nook at the back where he had set up a makeshift bed. Elevated a couple feet off the ground, it was little more than a wood platform with a bed of moss covered in blankets. “After seein’ ya the other day though, I started gettin’ new ideas fer things ta do round the place,” he smiled as he stepped up beside her, placing a hand on her arm again.
“I don’t need for nothin’,” she told him genuinely, not wishing for him to waste anything on her, “We’re doin’ alright. Not great, but better than most people.” She looked over to him for a long while, scrutinizing him in the filtered light. “When’d you run from the war?” she probed, no malice or disappointment hidden in her tone.
Looking down to her with his handsome, middle-aged face, he smiled at her innocent question. “Jes’ before I came here,” he said. “I saw too many a’ my boys die fer no good reason. Saw too many a’ boys die on the other side too. Couldn’t much abide it any longer,” he said with a hint of pain. Looking into her eyes though, it didn’t last.
“I put in too many years for that stinkin’ war anyhow,” he explained. “Began ta forget jes’ how good life could be. Then I met you, and learned I never knew in the first place, Miss Amy,” he said softly, brushing the backs of his fingers against her pigtail and cheek.
She was so susceptible to his flattery, and her face flushed with his compliments. Everything about her seemed brighter and more luminous when his kind words caressed her ears, and she leaned up to enwrap him in a hug, “I’m glad you left. I wish everyone could come home, you know? Just so simple as that.”
Holding her, he shut his eyes and enjoyed the feel, savouring her compassion. “I wish that was true too, sweet Amy,” he said with a soft dreamy air to his words. “But, if’n that were true, I would never have fled ta this forest. I woulda gone back east, an’ then I’d never have seen you approach that creek, ready ta steal my heart away fer good.”
“I didn’t steal anything!” she protested, softening slightly once she realized what he had fully said, embarrassed by her outburst. She stroked his cheek, “Still, if the Up Above had a plan for us to meet, the Up Above would see to it one way or another. They know what they’re doin’.” It was an unusual religious iconography, drawing from a sect that was thought to be long ago defunct, but she seemed committed.
He had no religious faith after all his years serving, but hearing her talk like that made him smile. It made him harden. He pressed himself to her firmly, “Ya really believe we were meant ta be, sweet Amy? S’that what yer tellin’ me?” He brought his face down to her level, brushing his nose against hers as he stroked a hand down her spine towards the end of her shirt. “‘Cause I sure hope it is. I wouldn’t like ta think I was meant to end up with any but you.”
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