Abbie Walden sat in the library in a stupor after five hours of intense studying for three major nursing exams. Very exhausted, she did not know how she would make it back to her dorm room on the sixth floor. With the last bit of energy she could muster, she gathered her books, slipped her book bag over her shoulder, and headed out the door.
Leaving the library, she noticed Bradley Parker standing against the back wall watching her. Their eyes met, and she caught him smile at her as she left. As she walked back to her dorm room, she could only think of Bradley Parker, and knew the time had come to make a move.
Bradley Parker was the Head Janitor in the nursing school dorm for over twenty years and well respected by the school’s administration. It was his job to assure all the other janitors working under him took good care of the school and the outside landscapes, while he took good care of the library and some of the student’s personal needs.
Despite his overpowering statue, he charmed the students with his caring nature and soft demeanor, and to some he was like a substitute dad away from home. Bradley was an attractive black man in his late fifties whose gorgeous smile only added to his flirtatious, but harmless behavior.
Bradley never took advantage of his position in an all girls’ dormitory and to most of the girls, he was just “ole Bradley.” Abbie however was a different story. He found pleasure in looking at the pretty girl from Oklahoma, whose long blonde hair and light blue eyes made her standout from the rest of the girls. Every time she had his undivided attention, the dull throbbing ache would return to Bradley’s groin, a feeling that disturbed him.
Abbie first noticed Bradley when she arrived at the New Jersey nursing school in late August. He was helping students carrying in all their belongings and never seemed to take a break from his work. She marveled at his strength, watching him lug heavy boxes several at a time up many flights of stairs. She was also mesmorized the rich color of his brown skin, and could not help but stare at him, wondering how his skin would feel beneath her fingertips.
Growing up on a cattle ranch out west, she was kept sheltered from the rest of the world, a world, she was very quickly discovering for the first time.
Abbie’s father ran his ranch with the help of 20 ranch hands, and each man knew from the day he was hired that Abbie was off limits. Most of them would not even look her way in fear of immediate termination. Likewise, Abbie had instructions to stay away from them and only knew them from a distance.
However, when Buck Halper was hired, things changed for Abbie. Abbie appealed to Buck the minute he laid eyes on her, and no man was going to keep him from seeking her attention, not even her old man.
Buck had worked the ranch about three weeks before Abbie began to give him any serious thought. She had watched him from a distance and loved the way he handled the livestock. She had known many a ranch hand growing up, and the tougher they were with the livestock the more she seemed drawn to them.
She would lie in bed at night and imagine what it would be like to be with Buck sexually. She fantasized him kissing her gently, his lips seeking out all the secret places that only Abbie knew gave her such pleasure when touched. Rolling her own hardened nipples with her fingers, she thought of him sucking hard on them, allowing her to feel small ripples of pain move through her. As Abbie sought out her own self-induced wetness, she thought about how Buck loved teasing her clit with his tongue. His tongue would first swirl her clit, feeling it engorge between his lips and then push it deep in her pink velvety core, sucking out all the juices she wanted to share with him. She loved wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. Jerking and twisting hard beneath him, she felt the burst of an orgasm race through her body. Buck would move away from her grasp, pinning her arms back and down as if he were wrestling livestock, and he would push deep into her with one long stroke.
Abbie envisioned him taking her fast and hard, teaching her about how to love a man, and the nights that Abbie climaxed before drifting off to sleep were growing in number.
The first and only time Buck and Abbie spent time together was after a cattle drive in July. Buck had returned to the ranch ahead of the others and was unsaddling his horse when Abbie entered the barn. He was wearing tight jeans and a red flannel shirt, and although grimy from his ride on the dusty terrain, he was very appealing to Abbie.
“You startled me. You are back early from the drive. How come?” Abbie asked.
“My part was done, and I needed to get back to get things ready for the next drive down south.”
“Is my Dad far behind you?”
“I expect he and the rest will be along in a day or two. Not to worry young lady. He is fine.”
Abbie was not worried at all. She was delighted to be alone with a man in the barn practically right under her father’s nose. However, he offended her when he referred to her as a young lady.
“I’m not that young by the way. I’m 18.”
“You are right, and I apologize. And a pretty woman at that.”
Buck could not help but flirt with Abbie. Wearing a soft pink pastel summer dress that draped her body well, he found her to be pretty and extremely sexy, and he wondered if Abbie was involved with anyone. Although as protective as he knew her father was about her, he seriously doubted it.
“You heading off the ranch soon?” Abbie asked.
“Nope I am going to stay and relax for the next two days. Your dad has us on a tight schedule, so I am going to take advantage of his absence.”
Abbie wanted to do the same.
“Mind if I hang with you for a while?” She asked.
“Nope. Stay as long as you want. I have no plans and your company would be nice.” Buck wanted any time he could have with her. He wanted her.
The two spent the afternoon conversing about her life on the ranch, and Buck filled her head with what life was like past the ranch gates. She found herself very sexually attractive to Buck and enjoyed his flirtatious remarks towards her. Abbie knew if anything was to happen between them, she had to act fast.
“How would you like me to make us dinner? We are the only ones on this damn ranch, and I hate eating alone.”
“If you are sure it is no problem, then I would love to eat with you.” Buck desperately wanted to rephrase his comment.
Buck wanted a whole lot more, and although he remembered her father’s rule, the reality was, he was finding Abbie to be intoxicating to his sexual needs. He sensed her eagerness to spend some time with him, so his reluctance dissipated.
Abbie made them dinner and they enjoyed each other’s company, without any interruptions. After dinner, they sat by the fire and talked about each other’s dreams and ambitions. The wine they had been drinking had gone straight to Abbie’s head, and she aggressively sought Buck’s attention to meet her desires.
“Buck, do you find me attractive?”
Feeling the effects of the wine, he did not answer her, but leaned in to kiss her gently on the mouth. Abbie could feel heat rise from her core, spreading outward in all directions. This was her first kiss, so she allowed Buck to take the lead. His tongue moved over her lips, gently licking and tugging at them. Abbie soon felt an overwhelming need she had felt before, and responded to Buck’s sexual advances with her own assertive behavior.
