Home on the Range

Once Faith was asleep, Erica slipped out of her room and down to the kitchen where she found Cristy washing the last of the dishes. Erica slipped up behind her and wrapped her arms around the petite beauty. The doctor’s hands cupped her lover’s generous breasts and she ground her hips into Cristene’s soft ass.

“Hey!” She exclaimed, dropping the pan she had been washing with a clatter.

“Hay is for horses. And your ass is mine now,” Erica growled.

“That’s fine with me, lover,” she said wiggling back against the taller doctor’s hips, “but, I doubt your guests will approve.”

“Guests?” Erica asked perplexedly, and then it hit her. Mr. Bryson and the boys from the Two-Bar-B were coming over tonight to look at some horses.

“Fuck! Why didn’t you remind me?” The pretty doctor exclaimed.

“Do I look like a fucking day runner!” The small woman snarled. Erica was shocked. Cristy almost never raised her voice and rarely ever got angry. Rather than figure out what she had done to set that off, Erica practically ran upstairs. She quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and an old flannel shirt and then stomped into her ropers. The colts were all down in the lower pasture and she had completely forgotten about it that morning. She scowled as she hurried down the steps, thinking, if the little imp hadn’t been stuffing her with that damned dildo she might have remembered.

“Fuck,” she said as she walked out into the hot, velvety Texas night. Cristy’s anger puzzled her and also hurt. She hated to admit it, but it did. She tried so hard to make her little lover happy. No time to worry about it now. Chet Bryson and his boys were some of her best customers and he was a fine gentleman, but his time was valuable and he would be here in a few minutes. It would take her at least an hour to get the horses rounded up and driven in, if she could even find them. She rounded the corner of the barn and stopped in her tracks.

The old pole corral, where she kept stock for show, was full of horses. Erica scuffed her boot on the ground and shook her head. She could almost hear Cristy giggling happily. The little minx had gotten over on her again. Since she was there, she went on to the barn.

Inside it was dark and smelled of earth, horses, old timber, hay and old leather. She flipped on the lights and moved down the stalls. Traveller was in her stall, munching on honey oats. The Tennessee Walker mare was Cristy’s horse and she looked tuckered out. Her personality was much like that of her mistress, quiet, easy going and gentle. Erica saw the honey oats and shook her head. Apples, carrots, honey oats, Cristy spoiled her animals. Even the wild barn cats, who would scratch and bite anyone else, would come when she called and let her pet them. She just had a way with animals, as if they could tell she was kind and meant no harm.

All except Brutus, Erica’s horse. The big black stallion would have nothing to do with the little redhead. He had bitten her once and she was afraid of him. He seemed to know that and responded with aggression. Erica was really the only person who could handle him.

“You know big boy, your being an ass costs you a lot of pampering,” she said as she filled his feed trough. He looked at her with his baleful eyes and Erica scowled back at him. He was only half broken and she suspected he would never be tame. There was something in him, always waiting to test her. He could go all day and night, but she rarely stayed on him that long. He was too wild, too much of his father, an old range mustang was in him. She was always aware that any slip with him might cost her.

She mucked out his stall, noticing that Cristy had already taken care of the others. Erica didn’t see anything else that needed doing, but still she lingered. She hated to go back in the house and face the music. She’d been had and despite her love, Cristy was merciless in ribbing her when that happened.

She was saved from it by two big king cab diesel dulies, with long trailers pulling up. Chet Bryson was a big man in these parts, one of the most respected ranchers in the state. He was already leaning on the rail studying the horses when Erica walked up.

“Evening, Ms. West,” he drawled, removing his hat. The crowd of men around him did likewise.

“Hello, Mr. Bryson,” Erica said, holding out her hand. After they shook hands, they turned towards the stock.

“They look like a lively bunch. Any of them sired by Brutus?”

“I think the three blacks are and the paint with the white stockings,” Erica replied.

“Good, I’ll have the boys cut them out for me. I don’t suppose you have any that would make a good pony for a little girl would you? My granddaughter is coming to stay with me for a while. Her mother is going through a divorce. I’d dearly love to give her a pony, but all of our stock is too wild. She’s only eight.”

“I don’t know,” Erica said thoughtfully. “I suppose I can ask Cristene.”

“I didn’t think your lady knew anything about horses?” Bryson said. Erica beamed, she had always worried about the way Cristy would be received in such a conservative place, but Chet Bryson treated her like a lady and the rest of the community just naturally followed suit. It was one of the reasons she always sold him her best.

“She doesn’t. Not really, anyway, but she has a way with animals. She’s…really kind and gentle and seems to be able to find the ones like that. Let me go and get her. Would you and the boys like to come in for coffee?”

“I’d hate to impose, but if coffee is on, well be glad to light an’ set awhile,” the old man said with a smile. Erica and Bryson talked shop as they made their way across the yard, his boys following along. She had just placed her foot on the steps when it occurred to her that there might not be any coffee. When she opened the door she had to smile. Not only coffee, but a big tray of donuts and cookies were sitting on the dining room table.

Cristene was coming out of the kitchen with a tray of mugs, milk and sugar. Erica noticed immediately that the super high heels had been replaced with moderate ones and although she couldn’t be sure, it seemed Cristy was wearing a slightly longer skirt.

“Hello, Mr. Bryson,” she said as she put the tray down.

“Evening, Miss,” he said, again doffing his hat.

“Cristy, Chet’s granddaughter is coming to stay with him a while. He’d like to give her a pony, but she’s only eight. Any of the colts gentle enough for a child?” Erica asked as the cowboys descended on the table like a pack of vultures. The little redhead blushed and stared thoughtfully out into space. She looked like her mind had just shut down, but Erica knew she was deep in thought. Cristy was very intelligent, but it often manifested itself as deep introspection before she spoke.

“I didn’t bring her up, but there’s a dun filly that would be good for a child,” the redhead said at last.

“I remember her, she’s the foal that we got unexpectedly from Calico isn’t she?”

“Yes, and she’s even more gentle than her dame.”

“Would you mind if I took a look?” Bryson asked.

“I don’t know. She’ll be in the lower pasture. Cristy, will she come to you?”

“She should. I’ve been taking her sugar cubes and she generally comes when she hears my voice,” the small woman said with a smile. “Great, I’ll take the boys and we’ll load up the ones in the corral,” Bryson said. His words weren’t overly loud, but Erica noticed cowboys gulping the last of their coffee and sliding cookies into their shirt pockets. The man just commanded respect in a way she almost envied.

“Let me run upstairs. Cristy, would you mind saddling Brutus up?” Erica said.

“You know I don’t go near that monster,” Cristene replied. Erica laughed and bounded up the stairs. From her nightstand she grabbed her harness and the short fat toy she liked to use when she really wanted to go wild with Cristy and didn’t want to worry about hurting her. Erica quickly pushed her jeans and boxers to her knees and deftly buckled the harness on. By the time she made it back downstairs the living room was empty and Cristy was already cleaning up.

Erica went out and swiftly saddled Brutus up, then led him back to the front of the house. She poked her head in the door and called for Cristy. The redhead came out of the kitchen and smiled as she hurried down the hall to the door.

“Sorry, was just cleaning…” her words died on her lips when she saw Brutus. The big stallion snorted and tossed his head. Erica was surprised to see Cristy visibly pale and cringe back into the door way.

“You know that horse hates me,” she said accusingly.

“No time to saddle up Traveller, come on,” Erica said as she mounted up and extended her hand. Cristy hesitantly put her foot in the stirrup and swung up in front of Erica. The pretty doctor lightly touched her spurs to the big black’s sides. She reined him in as soon as they were out of sight of the house and undid the top button on her jeans.

“What are you doing?” Cristene asked, without turning around.

Rather than answer Erica pulled the dildo out and shifted the reins to her left hand. With her right she caught the redhead’s shoulder and pulled. Giggling, Cristy swung a leg up and faced Erica. They often took nighttime rides like this, facing each other, kissing and cuddling. The girl’s green eyes shot open when she saw the stout dildo standing up, out of Erica’s fly.

Erica thrust the reins into Cristy’s hands and before she could protest Erica pulled her skirt up around her waist. The tall woman let her hands slide to her petite lover’s rear and lifted her up, while pulling her forward.

“Erica!”

“Pull you panties out of my way or I’ll rip ‘em off,” Erica hissed. The sight of Cristene’s creamy thighs and the feel of her ass were driving the good doctor nuts. The petite girl pulled her satin panties out of the way and grasped the thick cock, guiding it to her entrance. Erica eased the small girl down onto it, felling a stab of excitement in her belly when her little lover hissed and cooed. She felt her cock meet resistance and then slide in to the base.

“You’re nuts,” Cristy whispered in her ear after Erica took the reins back and the small woman placed her hands over the taller woman’s shoulders. She wrapped her legs around her lover and locked her ankles behind the cantle. Erica pushed her feet deep into the stirrups and squirmed back into the saddle until she was set.

Without warning Erica kicked Brutus into a trot. Cristy gasped as Erica rode up in the stirrups and the powerful horse shot off down the trail. Erica rode up and down in the stirrups, matching the black’s gait. Cristene held tightly, moaning in Erica’s ear as the thick dildo sliced into her and slid out with each beat of the horses hooves.

Erica was strong and well conditioned, but even with Cristy taking some of her weight on her legs, she knew she couldn’t keep this up very long. She didn’t really intend to, she only wanted to whet her small partner’s appetite. The day of teasing she had endured would have to be paid back double before she could sleep.

“Ohhhh, God!” Cristy moaned.

“You like that don’t you, little one…” Erica began, but her words were cut off when she felt Cristy’s small sharp teeth dig into her neck.

“No fair,” Erica moaned after she recovered from the delightful shock.

She loved being bitten, but her lover did so only when she was very aroused. As they passed into the lower pasture Erica slowed Brutus to a jog. They kissed deeply then, tongues battling and soft moans filling each other’s mouth. The horse’s natural rhythm kept the dildo moving and both took pleasure from it. All too soon, they arrived at the gate and Cristy sighed wistfully before sliding off the thick cock. Erica stuffed it back into her pants as she dismounted and went to open the gate.

“Erica!” Cristene screamed, causing the doctor to wheel on the balls of her feet.

Brutus reared up onto his back legs, and they disappeared into the darkness before Erica could catch the traces. A single piercing scream, which faded into the darkness, was the last thing she heard, drowning out the dwindling sound of hoof beats.

“Fuck!” Erica exclaimed. She couldn’t follow on foot, nor could she hope to get back to the house and saddle up Traveller. She turned frantically and undid the gate. There were horses aplenty in the lower pasture, but she didn’t have the kind of rapport Cristy did with the young ones. She did however have a good feel for the brood mares and managed to coax Calico into letting her mount up. Without tack she was forced to use just her legs and hands, but soon she was off, following the track Brutus had taken off down.

***

Erica walked into the house and took off her lab coat. She looked for Cristy to greet her, and then remembered the events of a week ago. Erica still felt terribly guilty. She had found her small lover on the ground, blood coming from her mouth. The trip back and drive to the emergency room had been of nightmarish quality and the wait had been pure hell.

She walked upstairs and into the master bedroom. Cristy was lying on the bed, her body covered in a cast from just above her hips to beneath her armpits. She had the remote clutched in her hand and was watching a documentary on the big screen TV Erica had bodily dragged in from the TV room and set up for her. Cristy glanced up at Erica’s worried face and stuck her tongue out.

The tall doctor burst out laughing, her fear and anger at herself abating. Cristy did that to her, made her feel good about herself and about them. She sat on the bed and gently touched Cristy’s bare shoulder.

“I’m so sorry baby,” she said after a long pause.

“No, but you’re going to be. Cause you have to do laundry and cook for the next three weeks,” she said and smiled impishly.

“I mean it, baby,” Erica said seriously.

The small woman grabbed her hand and softly kissed the back of it.

“No regrets, my love. It was an accident, you couldn’t have known. Now smile for me and forget it. It hurts me to see you so upset,” she said in a quiet voice.

Erica managed a smile and gently touched the heavy white cast.

“Can you feel anything?” She asked.

“No, the pain meds keep it from hurting. I’m not too uncomfortable, just restless, but I will just have to deal with that,” Cristy said.

Erica smiled and dipped her head to kiss her lover. She brushed the soft, full lips and then slipped her tongue past them. As Cristy sucked gently on her tongue, Erica realized it was the first time she had ever been so free to make the small woman feel good. Cristy was an incredibly empathetic and giving lover, but she flatly refused to just receive pleasure. Erica had tried many times and been thwarted. Cristy would happily give her head all day long, or enjoy a sound fucking, but she refused to allow Erica to just please her.

Erica felt Cristy’s arms go around her. While still kissing, she surreptitiously found the remote and tossed it off the bed. Nipping her lover’s lower lip she sat up quickly and stood. Walking over to the television she hit the power button on the DVD player.

“What are you up to?” Cristene asked, straining to move.

Erica didn’t reply, but grabbed an unmarked DVD case and pulled out the disc. She popped it in and hit play, watching as the screen came alive with a very hot lesbian trio and credits.

“You bitch!” Her lover exclaimed while laughing.

Erica turned the sound up, kissed her lover on her inner thigh, and walked out of the room, neatly dodging the pillow her smaller lover threw at her. There was a lot to be done and between mucking out stalls, starting laundry, getting dinner going and swinging by the McDonald’s place to get Faith, she really began to appreciate all that Cristy did in a day. What amazed her was that Cristy got it all done, managed to interspace sexy phone calls to Erica at work, and still look edible and fresh when she came in the door. Erica looked at Faith and smiled.

“I think we have a keeper, how bout you?” she asked. Her daughter smiled and nodded, causing her to laugh.

Erica fed Faith, bathed her and put her favorite cartoon on downstairs, before preparing a light meal for herself and Cristy and taking it upstairs on a tray. When she entered the room the red head gave her a raspberry that almost caused her to drop the tray it was so cute.

“What? Didn’t enjoy the movie?” Erica asked innocently as she sat the tray on Cristy’s lap. She reached between her lover’s legs and gently stroked the damp satin of her panties.

“Evil,” Cristy said, before delicately biting into one of the soft tacos Erica had prepared.

Rather than answer, Erica crossed one finger over the other and pressed the wet material between her lover’s outer lips. She began to gently rub as she watched Cristene’s eyes get big.

“Now wait just one minute!” Cristy protested as Erica took the dinner tray away and licked her lips.

“Wait?” Erica said as she snuggled in between Cristy’s thighs, “You must still be suffering from a concussion. I have you here, all wet and excited and at my mercy. And you’re hollering wait? Never happen, sweetheart.”

Cristene was wearing her slate gray satin panties, one of Erica’s favorites. The doctor laid her head on her lover’s pubis, feeling the soft, damp material on her cheek and the intense heat. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the thick, wholesome musk of her lover’s arousal. Nothing was as pleasing to her senses as the scent of an aroused woman and she desperately wanted to just rip the fragile material away. She held back, knowing that doing so was a one way trip to a week of cold shoulder and take out. Her lover was forgiving of almost any mistake, but damaging her expensive lingerie was among the cardinal sins. Erica kept promising herself she was going to buy Cristy some cheap panties, just so she could rip them off when the mood was right, but as yet hadn’t gotten around to it.

She kissed her lover’s soft inner thigh, allowing her tongue to caress the smooth skin. Cristy moaned softly and tried to reach down to touch her, but the cast prevented her hands from doing so. Erica pulled back slightly and gently pressed outwards on the red head’s thighs, they parted as if by magic, pulling the gray material tightly against her mound. The pretty lace at the waist butted up against the ugly, stark white of the cast and for a moment Erica felt guilty again.

Shoving that aside, she placed both hands on her lover’s thighs with her fingers spread wide and used her thumbs to gently massage the crotch of the damp panties. Cristy’s thighs tightened and her hips quivered, but she made no sound as Erica gently massaged her. Erica continued until she could feel the slick wetness seeping through the material. She curled the fingers of her right hand into the leg of the garment and pulled it aside, exposing Cristy’s pussy.

The redhead’s mound was trim and the outer lips gaped open slightly, exposing the bright pink inner folds. Her fiery red bush was neatly trimmed and appeared almost black where her juices had soaked in and matted the soft pubes. Erica lowered her face and pushed her stiffened tongue between the girl’s lower lips. She tenderly ran it from just above Cristy’s entrance, over her clitoral hood and into the soft pubes, eliciting a soft moan from her helpless bedmate.

Cristy tasted sweet, with a metallic overtone that was uncharacteristic. Erica had tasted it before and knew it was a tell-tale sign that the small woman was taking pain killers. She was forcefully reminded of her love’s condition and raised her head, shaking her hair from her face. Cristy was staring at her, green eyes sparkling and face set in a shy smile.

“Can we?” Erica began.

“Yes, as long as you are careful not to put your weight on my hips. I asked before we left the hospital,” she replied with a blush that was beautiful on her pretty face. Erica felt her heart would burst and silently thanked the powers that brought this small woman into her life.