It was late in the day. It was hot and I'm drenched in sweat. We'd been on the trail since dawn, my body exhausted. Three days of up and down bouncing with the horses gait made my breasts incredibly sore. Three days of my crotch constantly rubbing on the saddle made my vagina incredibly sensitive. Sensitive, but not in a bad way. I think that actually had more to do with Jack though. He was gorgeous. Chiseled jaw covered in a scruffy beard. Muscular arms and shoulders. That cowboy hat and that mile long stare. It made me melt.
"How much longer do you want to ride?" I asked.
"The last time I rode this run I remember there being a meadow not too far ahead. Plenty of grass for the cattle, plus space for the wagons to set up camp. We'll have to keep an eye out for wolves, but there was a stream not too far away that we can wash the dust off and refill our canteens."
Other than a few wagon drivers up ahead who chuckled from time to time, we rode the rest of the day in silence. The drive from Texas to the stockyard in Missouri was long, but they paid the best there for our cattle. And with Daddy being out west fighting Indians, Mama needed all the money she could get so that we could prep the fields for this year's cotton crop.
After an hour or so we reached the area the Jack had mentioned. We settled the horses and spread our bedrolls out. I hoped he'd be near my spot, but he ended up a few areas over. After getting a fire for the cook going, Jack said that he was going to go down to the creek for a bit. I watched him walk out of camp and took off after him, loving the chance to have a little alone time with him.
We got to the creek and after filling our canteens, Jack said if I'd like to wash up a bit he'd give me some privacy. I stripped down to nothing hoping that he'd found a spot and he'd be peering through a tree branch at me, but knowing he was far too gentlemanly. Gosh the cool water felt good. After I felt sufficiently clean, paying extra attention to rubbing my lady parts clean, I walked back to the river bank and put my old clothes back on. I found Jack sitting on a fallen tree limb up the hill a bit and told him that I'd wait there while he went to freshen up.
Actually I had no intention in staying put. I heard him splash as he entered the water and I slowly crept back down the path so that I could see him. He was far more handsome than I remembered and I felt a gush of liquid rush between my legs. I knew improper thoughts was a sin, but we were two unmarried adults and how could something that felt so good actually be wrong. As I caught my breath I noticed hed managed to get out of the water and had his pants on and was wrestling his shirt on. I ran back to the tree and managed to sit back down just before Jack came around the bend
The rest of the evening was spent just like every other night. Hanging around the fire, eating, drinking, and telling stories. It was right around the time I noticed my lips were numb from the whiskey, that I realized I was leaning against Jack and there was no one else left awake. I looked up at his blue eyes, sparkling almost silver in the moonlight. He took my slightly parted lips as an invitation and kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. I turned my body towards his and "accidently" let my hand come to rest on the center of his crotch. This must have surprised him and I felt him stiffen under my palm. What would I do? I'd heard some other girls tell about their wedding nights, but never expected I'd get there, especially before my wedding night.
Jack had obviously put more thought in it as his arm reached under my shirt and his hand came to rest on my breast, his fingertips rolling my nipple between them.
He pulled his mouth away from mine and in a labored breath, whispered "Would you like to move this to my bed?"
