British Cowboy

I pulled out of my mile-long driveway, onto the busy highway. It was grocery day, and, boy, did I need some groceries. My only edible food left was a shit-load of strawberries, some homemade chocolate frosting, and whipped cream. Not something I was willing to have for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Up ahead, I saw a car stop by a man on the side of the road. A line of me, and four other cars quickly piled up, and I couldn't help but stare at the man. I had no idea what he was doing, but the car soon pulled away. All three other cars ignored the man, but as I cam closer, I saw his thumb in the air and bags around his feet. He was obviously in need of a ride. I wasn't very happy to pick up a stranger on the side of the road, but I decided to pull over anyway. I could at least hear him out, or give him a little money.

"Howdy, ma'am." he said as I rolled down my window. It was the strangest accent I'd ever heard. Half British, half Texan. I couldn't help but smile at him, the man was definitely good looking. He wore a tight black muscle shirt over a very nicely toned body, baggy jeans, steel-toed boots, and a cowboy hat that he tipped at me.

"Where to, stranger?" I asked with a smile. Although, I was studying his facial expressions and hands. No telling if he was a deranged psychopath or not.

"Wherever you're going, miss. I just need to get to a town. Been walking for about a mile now, trying to get to some place populated. I'm beat." he said, smiling pleasantly. He really seemed like a nice guy. Although his accent had changed. Now he was speaking a mildly noticeable British accent, with no drawl anywhere in it.

"What happened to your cowboy accent?" I asked with a laugh.

"I'm great at accents," he said, "but I'm natively British." he said, this time in a sexy British accent, like the more stereotypical ones.

"I like that one. Stick with it." I said with a smile. He laughed and nodded.

"Throw your bags in the back." I said, and popped the trunk. He threw his things in, then shut it and opened the door to the backseat.

"Nope, you're up front with me." I said. He laughed and went in the passenger seat instead.

"Guess you don't trust me." he said, and I nodded. He laughed at that, and sat with his hands in his lap. I guess he found himself funny. And he actually was, I couldn't help but laugh at his innocent face.

"So, stranger, what's your name?" I asked as I continued my drive to town.

"Jaik. And you'll never spell it correctly." he said, giving me a challenging smile.

"J-a-k-e?" I asked, spelling it the only way I knew how.

"Nope. J-a-i-k." he said, grinning proudly over his unique name. "And yours, ma'am?"

"Lilian. I said, but please call me Lily or Lile." I said, hating my own name.

"Can I call you Lil?" he asked, giving me a boyish grin. I just laughed and nodded.

"Then how about I call you Jay?" I suggested, and he nodded his approval.

"I like it. Good ol' Bonny and Clyde sort of thing." he said, and nodded.

There was a few moments of silence before I finally asked the inevitable question.

"Why'd you need a ride?"

"My ex-fiance kicked me out." he answered, with no added emotion in his voice. He really didn't seem to care.

"Why?" I asked, never being one to keep my nose out of other people's business.

"I told her I shouldn't marry her. I hate commitment, and feel like a marriage is way too binding. I'd most likely cheat on her if we got married. She didn't like hearing that."

"I can't believe she ditched you over that. I also hate commitment, but if I were to date, I'd love knowing my fiance was that honest with me." I said.

"You don't like commitment?"

"Nope. Haven't dated since I was 12. I'll have plenty of one night stands, and simple one-day relationships, but nothing more." I said. "I hate feeling like I can't do what I want like I do in a relationship."

"We're two peas in a pod than, Lil." he said, switching over to his Texan accent again.

"Definitely, Jay." I said.

"Pull the car over." he said after a few minutes of silence. In that break he kept staring at my face. I was beginning to get nervous.

"Why?" I asked, a sharp edge to my voice.

"Please, just do it. No questions asked. I'm not holding a weapon or anything." he said, holding his hands out, than emptying his pockets.

I hesitated, then signaled and pulled into a grassy section near the road.

"Turn off the car, we don't need people thinking you're broken down or anything." Jay said. I could see his point, so I did as he said and dropped my hands in my lap.

"Now what?" I asked. Suddenly he lunged at me, and I was lifted from my seat and pulled into his. I started to scream, but he cut me off. It took me a few seconds to realize his mouth on mine was what shut me up.

Every thought in my head told me he was raping me and that I needed to get away, but my body refused to listen. I closed my eyes and kissed him back instinctively, then wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling us closer. He made a strange half growl half moan sound deep in his throat, and his hands cupped my ass cheeks. I could feel a bulge in his groin rub against me, getting bigger by the second.

He abruptly pulled away from me, eyes wide in fear. His hands left my butt and he raised them above his head.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" he cried. "Th-that wasn't intentional. I've just never met a person like you, a-and you're so pretty, and --" he stopped his endless apologizing and began pushing me back into my seat, but I stayed where I was, surprising us both.

"It's okay. I'm definitely not mad. I kissed you back, didn't I?"

"B-but I practically

raped

you." he said, in the same scared voice.

"It's not rape if we're both consensual." I said. He began another sea of "buts" and "what-ifs" and I finally pulled his mouth to mine to shut him up. I kissed him and rubbed my ass against his groin until I finally needed the air. As I pulled away, I bit down gently on his bottom lip.

"Wh-what was that?" he asked in a light-headed voice.

"Me trying to shut you up, and show you that I like kissing you." I said, looking at him coyly. Then I stood up in front of the seat and pulled my jeans and underwear off. I sat back on his lap, spreading my legs to reveal my soaking wet pussy. "See how wet you've made me? Ever since you go in my car I've been horny. Cowboys seriously turn me on."

He made the same half growl half moan sound in his throat, and he looked at my glistening pussy ravenously. I just smiled flirtatiously up at him, then proceeded to pull my shirt and bra off. He still wasn't acting, so I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout, and crawled into the backseat, being sure to rub my ass against him as I did. In the back, knowing I had his full, horny attention, I began rubbing my throbbing clit with one hand and sticking a finger up my pussy. "I guess I'll just have to please myself then," I said in a pouting voice. He was unzipping his pants by the time I hit the worse 'please'.

Once he was unclothed, he jumped into the backseat with me, and he pushed me back onto the seat. "You slutty bitch." he growled under his breath, and I just smirked up at him. He began rubbing his cock along my pussy lips, and I finally took a moment to look at it. It was big. That's the best description. I'd had some eight-inchers, so I knew this was at least that big. The shocking part was that it was still growing.

"Think you can handle him?" Jay asked with a smug little grin on his face.

"Trust me, I can handle it." I told him. He seemed to like my answer, and then he forced his cock into my dripping wet pussy. I moaned the moment more than just the head was in me. I wasn't very tight, but with his cock in me, I felt like a virgin. My wet pussy walls clung to his huge cock each time he tried pulling out. Soon he was grunting in pleasure as his cock continued growing inside me. He quickly began building speed and depth, soon ramming his entire shaft deep into my pussy. My moaning edged on a scream as he began using every ounce of strength he had to force his cock in me. At the speed he was going, I was a little amazed I didn't rip anything.

Soon I could feel him tense up in me, and I could feel myself getting ready for release. I told him I wanted to go out with a big bang, and he obliged. I clenched my hands into fists at my sides and spread my legs further for him. Then, he pulled out so just the head was still in, and used his remaining strength to push his cock as far and hard into me as I could. I screamed when it entered me, orgasming in sync with him. His warm cum filled my pussy as my honey completely covered his cock. When he pulled out, he simply lay on top of me, both of us too tired to do anything but pant on top of each other.

Finally, he sat up and helped me to a sitting position. For a moment, none of said anything. Then I spoke.

"So, what now?"

"Well, we could go to town like you were planning and part ways, or we could..." he trailed off, allowing me to offer a suggestion.

"You could come to my place," I said hesitantly. I was really surprised when he agreed without another thought and began pulling his pants on. I stopped him with a small smirk and simply got into the driver's seat naked. He smiled and got into the passenger's seat, just as clothed as me.

It was a difficult drive home. Jay's hand was constantly either on my thigh, grabbing a boob, rubbing my clit, or fingering me. I wasn't a great driver under normal circumstances, and the hot British cowboy beside me made it no easier. Soon I had to stop him by offering my free hand. He happily agreed and I stroked his semi-hard cock the rest of the way home, which was just my mile-long driveway.

I put the 2004 Dodge Neon in park, and started to get out, but a squeak of protest from Jay stopped me.

"Yeah?" I asked, turning back to him.

"Are you seriously going to leave me with this?" he asked, gesturing to his now very hard cock.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." I said sarcastically, but smiled to show I was more than happy. I got into the driver seat, and wrapped both of my hands around his cock. I started working them up and down his shaft, getting harder and faster each time I went back up it. He grunted in pleasure, and occasionally let out a very feminine sounding moan -- I knew why he rarely did it. Finally I couldhe feel him tensing under me, and I stuck his cock into my mouth, giving him both a handjob and a blowjob. Soon my efforts were rewarded, as he came in my mouth. I swallowed every drop he let out, then crawled out of the car without another word. I preferred to let him chase me.

By the time I'd reached the inside of the house, he ran in after me, carrying his bags. He just dropped them on them on the floor and continued after me, though I was stopped. I squealed when he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me high off the ground. He spun me in a circle, then drooped me over his shoulder as though I weighed nothing.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, quite pleased with my view of his naked ass.

"To a bedroom." he said, as though it was obvious. He began opening a few doors until he finally reached a bedroom -- mine to be exact. He brought me in and dropped me on the bed, then crawled over me, holding both my hands next to my head, and using his own legs to pin mine.

"Hm, seems kinda kinky. I like it." I said with a coy smile. He laughed, but shook his head.

"Nope, it's Q&A time." he said, and I felt my stomach churn. One wrong answer and I could lose this guy.

"Okay, shoot." I said, sure I could get decent answers.

"Age?" he asked, and my heart dropped like a stone. There was no way this guy was younger than 23, and I was 17. He could easily be 5 or more years older than me.

"S-seventeen..." I said softly, turning my head away from him so I wouldn't have to see his face. It was too late, I'd already seen the horror and guilt in his eyes. And the regret. The only thing that kept me from bursting into tears was that he hadn't moved yet. He was at least still willing to look at me naked.

"Seriously?" he asked after a long moment of silence.

"Y-yeah. I know I don't look it. I am, though." I said. It was true, I looked at least 20: Double D breasts, makeup could easily give me a defined, mature face, and I was quite tall.

"I'm 29. 12 years older than you." he said, and I just nodded my head, though I still refused to look at him. I didn't care about the age difference, but by his tone of voice, I could tell he did.

Suddenly he made that strange growl-moan sound of his, and pushed my legs open with his own. I gasped a little, and looked up at him, which is when he straddled my stomach and held my face in his hands, making me look at him. I narrowed my eyes a little, then cast my gaze downward, just so I wouldn't have to look at him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, please." he said, but the please seemed more like an afterthought. I sighed and looked up at him. It was actually a relief to see his face. He wasn't as repulsed as I'd assumed, he looked more worried than anything.

"So do you want me to drive you to town now?" I asked, feeling the tears start to flood my eyes. I really didn't want him to go.

"N-no. I just -- I need to..." he stopped trying to talk and appeared to be attempting to sort his thoughts. Occasionally he'd growl-moan again, and I could see his cock was getting hard again.

"Honestly, it -- it isn't any trouble." I said, but I broke. Finally the tears began sliding down my cheeks. I desperately wanted to hide my face from him, but he held me in place. I felt a pang on guilt in my stomach when he got a very concerned look on his face.

"Shhh. Don't cry." he said soothingly, bring his head to mine. He kissed my cheeks, where the tears were, and then grabbed me around the waist, rolling us over so I was on top of him. He pulled me against his chest, and I gladly buried my face into his chest. His hands stroked my back as I bawled against his chest. I felt even more childish than usual, but I was amazed he was just letting me cry. He would say a few soothing words, but he didn't really do anything else. Just let me cry. I stopped after just a few minutes, but kept my face in his chest. I didn't want to face him. I just wanted to lay like that forever, breathing in the sweet piney scent of his skin.

"God, you make me feel terrible." he muttered. I made a questioning sound, but didn't bother looking at him. "I can't explain to you how badly you make me feel like a pedophile. I still want to fuck you, even knowing your age. Actually, I want to fuck you even more, knowing your underage." he explained, although he seemed to be talking to himself more than me. Again, he did the growl-moan. I was finally starting to understand it. It was a sound he seemed to make whenever he really wanted to fuck me.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.

"And you also make me feel like a horribly irresponsible rapist when you do that sort of thing." he growled.

"What thing?"

"Act all cute and innocent and too damn sweet." he hissed at me. I didn't really know what to say to that.

"Do you...hate me, now?" I whispered after a moment of silence.

He did his growl-moan again, but this time there was much more growl than moan in it. He grabbed my arms and rolled us over again and pinned me down once more, but didn't hesitate before kissing me roughly. I kissed him back, momentarily forgetting about the whole age thing. All there was was us and our kiss.

Then he pulled away.

"I definitely do not hate you." he said.

"Well, you obviously won't want to be with me. I'm 12 years younger." I said quietly.

"God I want you. I want you so damn badly that it scares me." he muttered. I was about to question that, but he kissed me again. I let him, but soon pulled away.

"How can you want me? The age difference isn't even legal!" I said, raising my voice a little at the end.

"Easily. I know I said I don't like long-term relationships and commitment and stuff, but I..." he trailed off, and looked away from me. I don't even know what possessed me to say what I did next.

"I love you."

There was simply silence after that. I couldn't even hear the clock ticking. All I could hear was out breathing, oddly in sync. Jaik's eyes were wide at the confession, and my heart was racing a mile a minute. I don't think either of us knew what to do after that.

"God damnit. Why the fuck do you have to go and do that? Right when I decide it's better for both of us to stop seeing each other, you say

that

!" he growled. "Damn it. I hate that I love you too." he added in a whisper, then seemed to realize what he'd just said. We both just stared at each other in as much shock as with my confession.

"N-no, you don't. You can't. We just met!" I said. "I can because I'm just a kid. We fall in love at the drop of a hat, but you, you can't --"

"I do." he said, cutting me off. His voice had no hesitation in it like before, no resentment, and no falseness. He sounded so sincere and nonchalant, as though it was the easiest thing in the world.

"I-I don't believe you, just moments ago you were saying we shouldn't see each other and --" again, he cut me off, but this time with his mouth.

"I do. And I'm content to keep kissing you all night until you believe me." he whispered in my ear, and nibbled gently on my earlobe.

"Good luck convincing me of anything..." I said, but already felt myself wanting to believe him.

His mouth found mine again, and he kissed me slowly and gently. His mouth was like liquor. I felt myself growing more lightheaded and foggy-headed as the kiss progressed.

"Now do you believe me?" he whispered in my ear again. It took me a moment longer than usual to comprehend the question, but I managed to shake my head. He was serious about doing it all day. He went right back to my mouth when I said no, but this time kissed me roughly and deeply. Again, it was just like alcohol.

"Now?" he asked me, smiling at me. I could barely think clearly enough, so I waited until my head cleared a little. I was tempted to say no just so he'd kiss me again, but I finally nodded my head. It was barely more than two tips of my chin, but he seemed to take it.

He kissed me again, but shorter this time. "I don't care about the age. I only said I did because I don't want us to ruin your life or anything, but I really can't stay away. I know we just met, but I've never been this attached to someone before." he said, and he looked so earnest.

"As long as I have you, my life will be just fine." I whispered, then blushed and hid my head in his chest again. That sounded so sappy.

Jaik laughed, and ran a hand through my long hair. We lay together for a few more moments, then got up and began dressing. There wasn't really anything left to say or do. As I pulled on shorts and a tanktop, he slid on his jeans. Then I just stared at him, having no idea what to say or do.

"How about we just sleep for now?" he suggested, looking extremely tired. I felt myself yawn and I nodded. I crawled up into the bed and slid under the covers, than watched as he stripped into just boxer shorts and crawled in beside me. I curled up against his bare chest and soon fell asleep. Tomorrow would be exciting, I already knew that.