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figures in the background, are figments of my imagination. Any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.


The Chimney
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
mf 1st pett



As soon as they were far enough into the woods to be hidden, Dan
turned to kiss her. Melissa came into his arms willingly, and enjoyed the
hug. Soon, however, she moved back.

"You're sure there are no hunters?" she asked.

"It's not the season, and it's too close to houses. A gunshot this time of
year would bring calls to the sheriff, not to the game warden. I used to
tramp all over this area without seeing any people. No game larger than
squirrels and rabbits, either. Now, I wouldn't take you here in the fall."
He'd wear orange in the fall, himself. But Melissa was too precious; he'd
never endanger Melissa.

"Well, it's your territory." Her family had moved in less than a year
before. She'd been mourning the loss of all her friends when she'd met
Dan. Now, he was her world. And he was introducing her to his.

"Really, it is. School is like every other school. And I wouldn't want it
different. You and I are going out into the big world a year from now."
Well, September a year from now. Would the two of them go to the
same college? Could he live without Melissa for nine months a year?
"But this is my past, my family's past. Once, before tractors, people
farmed this area. They were my people. And, if I've never farmed aside
from pulling weeds in Mom's vegetable garden, this is where I spent my
time before you made it more interesting."

"You're sweet." And he was, They shared another kiss. "But I can't
believe they could farm with all these trees."

"They didn't. That one?" He pointed to a young tree towering over them.
"It was no taller than I was when I first saw it. That one?" He pointed to
another tree, maybe the biggest within view. "It's a lot older, but a lot
less than a hundred years. Everything you see grew over the farms.
Come on, and I'll prove that people lived here."

She followed along. She'd half expected that the trip was no more than
an excuse for the kisses. School was out, and they didn't see each other
as often as they had over the winter. No dances, either. If he'd cancelled
the expedition to pet, she would have been willing. She would, though,
have been disappointed that he'd lied to her to get the opportunity.
Instead, he was serious. And, since she liked the young man Dan, she
wanted to see into his childhood. This woods was where he'd been a
boy, or -- at least -- where he'd experienced the part of being a boy that
he liked to remember.

"See that?" He pointed to a dip in the ground where older trees were at
an angle and younger trees pointed straight up. "Somewhere down
below, there is a coal mine which is still on fire. Every once in a while,
something falls in."

"Are we in any danger?" She couldn't believe the earth fell in. It looked
awfully solid to her.

"Miners died when the fires started. I haven't heard of anyone dying, or
even being injured since. On the other hand, the paper reports people
getting killed in car crashes every week." She should know that he
would never put her at risk.

They crossed over the top of a hill. The trees were further apart up here,
and Dan led. He kicked through the undergrowth to make walking
easier for Melissa. As they went down, the trees grew thicker and the
undergrowth gave way to grass. When Dan jumped down from a
foot-high ledge, he turned to Melissa. He'd help her down, but first, a
kiss.

She felt different sensations, kissing with his face lower than hers. As the
taller one, she thrust her tongue into his mouth. The touch was as electric
as always, the action more daring. When dan broke the kiss, her breasts
were at a level with his face. He kissed them through blouse and bra.
The stroking of his hands up her jeans-clad legs excited Melissa. She
hugged his head against her breasts as she felt his fingers caress the
inside of her thighs up to where the seam blocked all sensation.

He gripped her sweet butt, lifted slightly, and turned. She held onto his
neck until he lowered her to the new level. He felt her hard mound and
soft breasts slide down his body. She felt his erection pass over her thigh
and then end pressed against her stomach. They kissed lightly, mouths
closed, before he released her. Then he led her on.

When they started climbing again, the slope was steep. The path,
although it wandered, was clear. He gestured her ahead and watched
her butt flex in the jeans as she climbed. At one steep part, he helped her
up by pushing that sweet butt. She didn't really need the help, but she
enjoyed the hands there -- even enjoyed the excuse a little.

When they topped that ridge and started down, he could see the
chimney. She didn't seem to notice it, and -- after all -- didn't know
what to look for. Soon, they were among the apple trees, and the
chimney was hidden.

"Apples," he said.

"Wild apples?" Now that he'd said it, the smell was unmistakable. The
ground was made up of rotten apples. She was no country girl, but the
shape of the trees did look like apple trees -- branches spreading out
instead of reaching for the sky.

"Are now. But this was an orchard once. Almost all the trees are still
apple trees."

"Johnny Appleseed?" She'd heard the stories. "Or did he only work in
the west?"

"Probably Johnny Appleseed. And, then, the settlers planted the seed
from their own apples. And, then, when there were no more farmers, the
trees dropped their fruit and the squirrels planted the seeds. Or they just
planted themselves where the apples fell. This was the west in Johnny
Appleseed's time. You read 'Last of the Mohicans'?"

"No."

"Well, it was a story about dealing with wild Indian tribes. It took place
far east of here."

"What's that?" They'd come to a place with few trees, and she could see
that there was something made of stones right ahead of them.

"That's what I brought you here to see. It's a chimney. That means that
there's a fireplace on the other side. And, while you can't see it now,
there had to have been a cabin there before. Come on!" He led her
around the cabin to the front. "Welcome to my cabin." He led her inside.

"It is fireplace. Is that why you led me in a circle from the apple trees?
So I would see the fireplace head on?"

"You'll think I'm silly."

"I know you're silly. I also know you're smart and sweet."

"Well, ever since the first time, when I figured out there had been a cabin
here . . . Ever since then, I come in the cabin where the door must have
been. Maybe it wasn't right there, but there had to have been a door in
that wall."

"That wasn't silly." Well, maybe it was a little, but it was awfully sweet.
And Dan was letting her into his secret life. "It was sweet. Did you bring
your friends here? did you tell them that the door was there?"

"No! this isn't where I played with my friends. This is where I came by
myself." It was bad enough to admit that about the door -- about the
cabin -- to Melissa. He would never have dared admit it to the boys. He
didn't even want them seeing the chimney, let alone knowing that he
played in the cabin.

"I'm the first one you've told? Oh, Dan!" When -- long ago -- she had
staged doll tea parties, she had sometimes invited her girlfriends and their
dolls over. She'd never tell Dan, now. He, on the other hand, trusted her
with secret play that he had never told anyone else.

"This part is level, but the hill comes down around the chimney. See?"
He wanted her to see the cabin, too. "They had to have dug out a level
spot and built a wall against the hill. You don't put a fireplace half
outdoors. And, if you look, you can see where the ends must have been.
The slant changes a little there. It must have been a very small cabin."
Not much bigger than the living room of his family's house.

She looked where he pointed. It wasn't to check out his conclusions.
This was Dan's cabin, and the walls were where he said they were. It
was to find out where he said they were.

"And, now, safe in our cabin," he concluded, "let's sit down." He sat
down on the ground first and spread his legs. She sat down between the
legs, with her back to him. He kissed her ear while holding her breasts.
He started unbuttoning her blouse.

She would have been willing to have a petting session with the
exploration an excuse. With the exploration real, she was eager for the
petting session. Dan had let her into his life, where nobody else had
been; she was only letting him into her blouse, where he had been
before. It was an old blouse, chosen for a trip through rough country --
and she had prepared for rough country than he'd shown her. But when
Dan took it off, he hung it over a bush instead of dropping it to the
ground. She leaned forward but arched her back. He removed the bra
and draped it over her blouse on the bush.

He kissed the side of her throat while cupping her breasts. The nipples
sweetly firmed under his fingers. He shifted forwards a fraction of an
inch. This allowed his erection to press into her back. She moved side to
side to rub against it, but she spoke soon afterwards.

"Kiss." Having her neck kissed was all very well, but they couldn't share
real kisses like this.

"Just a minute." He moved back and stripped off his t-shirt. He lay it on
the ground behind her. He didn't want Melissa lying with her back on the
grass. When he pulled her shoulder, she lay back on the t-shirt. Now,
her head was on the bare ground, but there was nothing he could do
about that.

The kiss was lovely, lip to lip, tongue to tongue, bare breast to bare
chest. Since nobody had to bend over or stretch up, since they hadn't
anything more to do today except go back, it went on and on. She felt
his hand cup her left breast and stroke that nipple into life. He felt her
nipple respond to his hand and her other nipple press against his chest.
This was sweet, her mouth was sweet, but her breasts called for more
than his hands.

He raised his head, hitched his seat down the grass a bit, and lowered
his head again. The nipple felt firm between his lips. He smoothed his
hand down her belly. He stroked her mound, tried to fit his fingers under
the waistband of her jeans.

"Don't!" There wasn't room. He was squeezing her stomach. Should she
loosen the jeans? Take them off? It would be a lot more revealing than
sitting in his car with his hands under her skirt had been. Then she
remembered the pair of panties she was wearing. All these questions
were trying to fool herself. She'd chosen her panties for Dan to see. Her
hands went to the waistband. "Get my tennies, will you? And socks."
Grass stains on the heels of her socks would simply not do.

Clear what that request implied, he joyfully removed her shoes and
socks. Would a shoe under her head protect it from the ground?
Probably not in any way she'd appreciate. When she pushed her jeans
down, he pulled them off one leg and then the other. He placed them
under her butt as she arched. He looked at her lying there. She was
beautiful, not only her face but her sweet breasts and slender legs. Of
course, the most beautiful part was her mound in lace-covered panties
with a few hairs peaking out of the leg holes.

"You are beautiful."

"I'm not." What she was was naked. Dan liked that much more than
beauty. Most boys seemed to, not that she'd been anywhere close to
this naked with another boy; but you heard things, and other girls told
you things.

"Are too." He wasn't going to waste time arguing, though. Anyway,
lovely as she was to the eyes, she hadn't taken off the jeans to give
access to his eyes. He dropped back down and kissed her breast again.
This time he leaned across her to suck on the far nipple. He felt the other
one firming under his chest, but his attention was on his fingers and her
thighs. He stroked up one thigh from as far down as he could reach until
mid thigh. Then he stroked up the other one a little higher.

She gloried in the sensations from her breast and her legs. As his fingers
went higher, so did her feelings. He was teasing her, maybe teasing
himself. Both of them knew where those fingers were headed. The path
there was so much pleasure that it was hard to believe -- although easy
to remember -- that the pleasure of his arrival would be even greater.

When his fingers touched the crotch of her panties it was damp.
Although her excitement was easy to see in the daylight, although it could
be guessed from the firm nipple under his tongue, the confirmation
excited him further. He cupped her entire mound, holding it through the
lace-covered panties. Only his fingers moved on her for a minute. She
pressed upward against his hand. He scraped the back of his fingernails
over the crotch for a minute, tickling her lips through the cloth.

Then he slid a finger through the leg hole. He stroked the lip on that side,
loving the feel of the crinkly hair, enjoying the moisture that seeped onto
his finger. He changed breasts. He was sucking the nipple on her near
breast when he was able to insinuate his finger between her lips. He
found her clit.

Melissa spiraled higher and higher as the sensations from her breast and
her loins reinforced each other. As Dan stroked her clitoris, her
excitement peaked. Waves of fire washed through her to the rhythm
from his finger and his suction. She pulsed; she throbbed. Then she fell
limp.

Dan felt Melissa stiffen under his hand. He heard her gasp. Then she
writhed, pressing her mound upward against his hand. When she
dropped back, he knew any further touches would annoy her. This was
where it had always ended, but here -- in the daylight where he could
appreciate her beauty more, in the cabin where they were safe -- he
wanted more. He wanted to see her total beauty. He wanted to
continue. There were curious red spots on her face and breasts, but that
didn't mar her beauty; it enhanced it. He didn't want her to cover up,
even if that would lead to her taking care of him. For that matter, when
she took care of him, why shouldn't he still see her breasts and her
mound. That would be even more exciting.

Her body was lying on the ground when her spirit found it again. Dan
was kneeling beside her, speaking to her.

"Melissa, let me." His hands were on the waist band of her panties. Did
she want to? She loved him. He loved her, loved her so much he trusted
her. She didn't quite let him, but she did raise her seat off the jeans. He
took her panties down. Then he looked. "Oh, Melissa!" She felt a mess
down there, but his face showed that he wasn't seeing a mess. His hand
stroked between her legs again. There were no panties blocking him,
and no teasing back-and-forth of his hand.

Dan couldn't get over how beautiful she was. He touched her thighs,
brushing them with his fingers. He didn't want to block his sight, but he
had to touch. Her lips felt even sweeter without the cramping panties. He
used his fingers to spread them and took a look. He got one glimpse of
her clit.

She felt totally exposed and scared to death. When he stared at her, she
clamped her legs together. She was prepared to fight, not to argue --
she couldn't think of any arguments -- but to fight him physically. She
wasn't prepared for his kiss. His hand remained on her mound; his
fingers remained in her. Probably they were trapped there. When she
relaxed her legs, though, he didn't move them. She relaxed her whole
body, jaws last. When he licked her lips, she opened her mouth to his
tongue. Except for his hand and her nakedness, it was a kiss like many
they had shared. She held his head to prolong the kiss. Then his fingers
moved.

He kept kissing her while his fingers stroked her. Exploring her mouth
was delightful, and being held there seemed to symbolize her eagerness
for his kiss, his attention. It also might symbolize that she didn't want
him
looking at her, and that was too bad. He desperately wanted to feast on
her beauty. The daylight gave so much more than the car parked in the
dark. On the other hand, he didn't want to force her. He wanted to be
the one who protected her, not someone who exploited her.

She hugged him into the kiss as her excitement rose again. Then she
dropped her hands to the ground. Her attention, sweet as the kiss was,
focused totally on the warmth spreading through her. It turned to flame,
and she was the flame, leaping up hungrily. Then the flame rose above
her; she lay there as the ash from that flame.

When she let go, Dan raised his head. He'd wanted to see in her again,
but this view was even more fascinating. The expression on her face was
no longer happy. She looked distracted. Then she grimaced. He saw her
entire torso stiffen. She raised her hips an inch off the ground. Then she
undulated. The undulations passed over her body several times before
she dropped back. When he looked at her face again, it was serene,
almost sleepy. He kissed her forehead, kissed each breast, kissed her
mouth. He removed his hand from her mound to brush the hair off her
forehead. Then he kissed it again. When he drew back to look at her
face, it looked frightened.

"What's wrong?" he asked. If she didn't want to stay naked when she
took care of him, or didn't want to watch while she did, he wouldn't
make her.

"I'm scared."

"What about?"

That, Melissa thought, was a good question. He hadn't hurt her. She
loved him. But the next step was scary. But it shouldn't be. After all, they
were adults. Each would bawl out anyone but a teacher who suggested
that they were children. And teachers, who you couldn't bawl out, you
punished in other ways. Despite their being adults, he had shared his
childhood with her. Why should she be scared of sharing her adulthood
with him? Still, she was scared.

"Everything."

Somehow, that answer suggested to Dan that they might actually do it --
that he might actually do it. That was a scary idea, but it was also a
wonderful possibility. He drew his wallet out of his back pocket and
fished the foil packet out of the secret compartment. He showed it to
her.

"Does this make it less scary?"

"A little." Actually, she hadn't been thinking of pregnancy. Even so, she
should have been scared of that, and now she didn't have to be. Still . . .

"We'll go slow." He wouldn't force her. What else that meant, Dan
couldn't think. Even so, it seemed a good thing to tell her. And, going
slow and not forcing her, he started with a kiss.

She'd always loved his kisses. She'd spent the first date thinking of the
kiss at the end. This kiss, though, was scary. She thought she knew
where it led. It didn't lead there immediately, however. It led to more
kisses, over her face and back to her mouth, over her breasts to her
nipples and back to her mouth. That was a long one with him exploring
her mouth while his hand stroked her body.

Dan figured that she would be even more scared watching him undress.
He kissed her while taking off his shoes. He scattered kisses all over her
face while struggling out of his jeans. Then he  left his shorts on while
taking time to caress and kiss her breasts. He was ticking her thighs
again when he finally broke the kiss to speak.

"Lift yourself a little." He had his jeans folded to put under her. If he
was
going to lie on her, she needed more protection from the grass. And she
might bleed. He didn't know why, but his reading of sexy historical
novels told him that virgins bled. Better on his jeans than on hers. He had
a knife in his pocket to give himself a minor cut on the hand if there were
blood to explain. He had stopped reporting minor cuts to his parents
when they'd stopped putting the Band-Aids on for him.

She lifted her middle. She didn't think she needed the extra padding he
slipped under her. Still, it was thoughtful of him. Dan was always
thoughtful of her. She saw no more of him in his shorts than she had seen
when they went swimming. (He sometimes had an erection then, too.)
But the outline was threatening now in a way it hadn't been then. Then he
pulled down his shorts. She'd handled him, seen him in the dark of the
car when he was sitting down. It looked a lot larger now -- and
threatening.

"May I?" Dan asked. He pulled gently at her leg, not forcing her but
showing her what he wanted. Why resist, she had already decided,
really. She spread her legs. He knelt between them. He fumbled with the
packet, looked at the contents, then rolled the contraceptive on. He was
taking an awfully long time, and she was getting scared all over again.

Dan waned desperately to really do it, to be in Melissa. He didn't know
what to do next, despite having taken sex-ed. Where was that instinct
which was supposed to take over? Melissa looked more frightened than
eager, but she hadn't said no. He leaned over her, propping himself on
his left hand. He spread her lips and managed to place himself between
them.

"Say yes," he begged.

"Yes." What else could she say. She felt him press against her, not quite
in the right place. Then he slipped down a bit and started going in. She
tensed, but it didn't hurt.

After a moment of panic that he wouldn't go in, he pushed his cock
down one more bit. He slid in. With only the head of his cock in her, he
stopped to adjust his balance and watch her face. She still looked
worried, but she didn't look like she was in pain. Then he went forward
until she was around all of him.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"I suppose so."

"Did it hurt?"

"Hurt? no." It wasn't supposed to hurt. It was supposed to feel
wonderful. And it didn't feel wonderful, either. But Dan was still
concerned with her, and he looked as worried as she felt. She tried to
smile at him.

Dan knew the difference between Melissa's brave smiles and her happy
smiles, but he took the brave smile for permission. Anyway, he couldn't
keep still any longer. Having promised to go slow, he withdrew slowly.
Then he pushed in more rapidly. The smooth slide was more exciting
than any sensation her hand -- much less his own -- had ever brought
him. He stopped moving to rest on his elbows and hold her breasts. The
shifting brought sensations of its own. He moved from side to side to
enjoy those sensations.

"I love you," he said. This wasn't just the warm softness of a woman
around him; it was Melissa.

"I love you, too." If the physical sensations weren't wonderful, she could
enjoy the emotions. She was a woman; she was holding her man, and
the man was Dan. She could tell how much effort he was putting in to
holding back. And the physical sensations were getting better. The
sideways swaying aroused some of the feelings that his finger had. When
the inward and outward driving resumed, she raised her knees a little
That felt more arousing.

Dan was in heaven. Every motion caressed him smoothly. The
smoothness remained as he sped up. Then he drove into her and
erupted. He'd never come that much or for that long.

Her view of his climax was intriguing. His face went from worried to
agonized to angelic-little-boy innocent. And she felt him throb deep
inside her, too. She missed him when he rolled away. She hadn't had her
own climax, had come nowhere close. She had, however, shared Dan's
in a special way. He'd let her into his boyhood, and she had seen his
enjoyment -- enjoyment? he'd looked like he was being tortured -- of
his climax.

"Thanks for showing me your cabin," she said. She got up to start
dressing.

"Our cabin." He kissed her. "It's yours too." After all, however clumsily
he'd done it, this was where she'd had her first sex. That must mean
something to her. "It was your first time, wasn't it?"

"Yes. Didn't you? . . ." For God's sake. She had done more with him the
past months than she had with any other boy ever, even before today.

"Well, it was my first time, too. It was our first time, your first time,
and
my first time. This is our space."

She realized that he hadn't doubted her. He might not be terribly smooth
in choosing words, but he was a nice guy. And he was right about 'first
time.' They would do this again. She knew girls who did and girls who
didn't; she knew no girls who had stopped. Well, she wasn't going to
stop, either.

"Are you all right?" he asked suddenly.

"Don't I look all right?"

"I'd just heard that a woman's first time can hurt."

She'd read that, too. But it hadn't hurt her. Dan was worrying about her,
if a little late. She didn't really love him because he was considerate --
didn't really love him because of anything. But, when you loved
someone, having him be considerate was a plus.

"I'll be better next time." He was already planning how do it more
skillfully. For one thing, if he was going to come so quickly, she should
be at the top of her arousal when he entered her. For another, he should
carry two contraceptives. If he could start over now, he would last a
long time. Some of the times he'd tried to bring himself off twice in a
row, he'd taken so long he'd been afraid he'd never come at all.

Melissa could see that Dan was worrying about her. It wasn't really
necessary; she had, after all, experienced two climaxes this afternoon.
But he wanted it to be them. Suddenly, that wish seemed sweet.

"I love you," she said.

"And I love you."

"You didn't have this planned?"

"God, no!" He'd been clumsy enough. Certainly he would have planned
something out better than he'd performed. Then he thought of the
rubber. "The contraceptive? I've carried it for a long time. Boys do."

She believed him. Boys do the damnedest things. Carrying a condom
just in case, carrying one to show other boys that they were really men,
wasn't the weirdest thing they did. And, today, it had been needed.
Would she have said no if he hadn't had it? Maybe. Maybe not; she
hadn't thought of it. And, when he had thought of sex with her, he had
thought of protecting her.

The kiss was sweet, more romantic than passionate, and then they left
the cabin. They were both careful to go out the door.

The end.
The Chimney
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com


Another story of a woman's first time under different circumstances:
/~Uther_Pendragon/brennan/forever.htm  "Forever."


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