JD couldn't sleep. He thought maybe he should go see Nathan about the reason for this, but that was going to lead to explaining a lot of things he wasn't sure he wanted to talk about. Anyway, it was almost 3 am. Nathan was probably asleep. Unless he was at the saloon playing poker, but Nathan wasn't that good, and he had usually had to deal himself out by this time of night, especially if Ezra was playing. JD wondered if Ezra cheated. No, he was sure Ezra cheated, but he wondered if any of them would ever catch him at it.He sighed. He wasn't comfortable anymore on the side he was lying on, but he couldn't bring himself to roll over. He wasn't sure how he was going to get his clothes on the next day, either, if he could even get them on now.
He made a decision. If Nathan was up and about, he'd ask him if he could do anything for him. If not, he'd go get himself a bottle of something and drink until it didn't matter. A hangover couldn't be that much worse.
He found Nathan at the saloon, and just in time. He had exactly one chip left and probably the worst hand at the table.
"Nathan?"
Nathan looked up. They all did. They were staring at him, like they were expecting him to do yet another dumb thing. If they knew the truth, they probably wouldn't have been disappointed.
"Hi, JD," Nathan said. "Thought you'd be in bed by now." JD normally got up with the sun. When he was at the poker table this late, it was usually with his head resting on it fast asleep.
"I can't sleep."
Nathan gave him a second look. JD was rarely meticulous about his appearance, but now his vest and coat were off and his shirt was untucked and hanging loosely around him. Even more noticeable was that it and his pants were all he was wearing. It was February. It was cold. JD had a coat, but had decided not to wear it for some reason. He was carrying his guns, and not wearing them, either. He looked fairly miserable about something.
"What's the matter JD? You sick?"
"Um... no, not exactly. But..."
"You're gonna be, you don't stop running around half-dressed in the middle of the night, cold as it is."
JD winced and glanced at the curious eyes around the table that had turned towards him. This was not the best time to for these guys to really care what he was going to say next, because he wasn't in a sharing mood. "Can I talk to you? Privately?"
Nathan sighed. "This hand is crap, anyway," he laid his cards down. "My place?"
JD followed Nathan to his room, but then just stood there.
"Well?" Nathan said finally.
JD took a deep breath and pulled off his shirt. "Can you do something about this? It kinda hurts."
Nathan turned up the lamp, because it was hard to tell exactly what JD was talking about. The additional light revealed that he had some kind of rash all over him. No, not all over him, just on one side. That was strange. It didn't seem to stop at the waistband of his pants, either.
"Drop your pants," Nathan told him.
JD didn't argue, even though he didn't have any undergarments and complying with the request left him naked from where his pants bunched around his ankles on up.
Nathan was frankly stumped, but he wasn't going to give up on a diagnosis that easy. He took his best guess. "You ever have the measles, JD?" he asked, and felt JD's forehead. He wasn't feverish. Not at all.
That ruled out measles even before JD answered, "Yeah, when I was about seven."
Nathan touched the rash and JD jumped, like it hurt.
To Nathan, it almost looked like.... Hell, it had to be, just being on one side of him like it was.
"JD, you wanna tell me how you came to have sunburn on your butt in the middle of February?"
JD's whole face turned much redder than the "rash" was.
JD never was one to think fast in a crisis, but his answer was dumber than even he expected. "I dunno."
Nathan stared a bit, and then shook his head. "Just tell me if that's what it is, so I don't gotta keep playing this guessing game with you."
JD signed. "Yeah. That's what it is. Can you do something for it?"
Nathan took a closer look. However he'd done it, JD was lucky it wasn't worse. The kid didn't look like he'd ever had his shirt off outside in his life, and he was very fair-skinned, anyway. It wouldn't take much sun to blister his hide right off, but luckily, whatever he had been doing, he'd had the dumb luck (because Nathan doubted any common sense was involved) to put his clothes back on before it had gotten that bad. His skin would probably peel, but it wasn't serious. That didn't mean it didn't smart, though.
Nathan checked his medicinals and found a soothing ointment that he thought would do the trick. JD didn't like the way it smelled, and liked it even less when Nathan told him to smear it all over himself, but, it did work and for that JD was grateful.
He carefully put his clothes back on. He didn't need Nathan to tell him he wouldn't be getting fully dressed for a couple of days.
"Thanks," JD said, and he meant that.
Nathan took a wild stab at the truth. "So, was she worth it?"
JD's jaw dropped noticeably. "Huh?"
That was all Nathan needed to know he was right. He didn't push the matter. "Go get some sleep," he told JD. "You should be able to now."
"Umm.. Yeah. Thanks," JD said again, only this time, he meant for not asking any more questions of him.
* * * * *
JD crawled back into bed. The sunburn still hurt, but he'd be able to sleep now, if he could stop thinking about what had happened with Casey earlier that day.
They'd never had that race she'd challenged him to. He'd seen her ride. He told himself it wasn't right to race a girl, but the fact was, he was afraid she'd beat him and he'd never live it down. Not that she was a better rider or anything like that, even though she was good. But, she had a bigger horse, and she was smaller and lighter than he was, so it wasn't fair. Yeah. That was it.
But they'd gone riding a few times, not much lately though, since it had gotten so cold. That afternoon, there had been a chilly wind blowing and JD's teeth had started chattering in spite of his efforts to get them not to. Casey had thought that was funny and had laughed at him. Not in a mean way, but he'd still felt dumb.
"I know someplace warm," she told him.
He didn't want her to think he was a sissy. "We don't need to go back to town. I'm not that cold."
"It's not in town. This place is like nothing I bet you've ever seen."
JD was curious. "Where is it?"
"Follow me."
* * * * *
JD was surprised by the place, that was true. It was a hot spring. He'd heard of them, but had never seen one. Steaming water seeped from a crevice in a rocky hillside, forming a pool of water that was so hot, that putting his hand in it was just barely endurable. The air for 3-4 feet above it was heated by it, too.
They made their way carefully to some smooth, flat rocks in the middle of the pool, and spread out the blankets they'd taken from their horses. Soon they discovered it was so warm that they were uncomfortable with as much as they were wearing. They stripped off coats, gloves, mufflers, sweaters, jackets, etc. until JD was down to his shirt sleeves and Casey down to just her dress. She had taken to wearing them of late, at least when she was with him.
Even on cold days, the sun usually came out in this part of the world, so it was warm and sunny sitting there, like summer. JD was amazed, just like Casey had promised.
He stood up to take a better look around, and was astonished to find that his head was in cold air while the rest of him wasn't.
Casey, he guessed, had experienced this phenomena before. She wasn't as excited about it as he was. "You better sit down, JD. These rocks are slippery and..."
<SPLASH!>
The water was so hot that JD couldn't even scream. It took his breath away and sent an unpleasant burst of scalding pain through him. But, once the sudden shock wore off, he discovered it wasn't hot enough to actually harm him, just hot -- really hot. Casey knew he wasn't hurt, and she was laughing at him again.
He probably did look pretty funny. He started to laugh, too.
Casey reached down to help him climb back on the rock. The water wasn't very deep where he was standing. Once he got his feet under him, he saw it was only just above his knees , but that was a deception. At the same moment he took Casey's hand, the bottom dropped out from under him. He tried to let her go, but she tried to hold on, and his weight was too much for her. She went in head first. That had to smart, he was thinking.
But, when she came up, she was still laughing. Might as well, there was nothing else they could do.
Besides, the water was nice. Like a hot bath. And it made Casey's clothes stick to her in a most interesting way.
The settled into it up to their necks. They were soaked anyway, so they might as well enjoy it. But eventually the thought occurred to them both at the same time that they were going to have to dry their stuff out before they tried riding back to town. In wet clothing, they'd catch their death of a chill, if they didn't just plain freeze solid. Neither of them talked about this, though. JD was embarrassed thinking he was going to have to undress in front of Casey. Casey, being a lady, was probably horrified at the thought.
Only he was wrong about that part. Casey was a sensible girl, and not all giggly and silly like some girls. She was the one who was the first to say what they both knew they had to do. She turned around so he could unbutton her dress. "And I don't want you gettin' any ideas, JD, because I don't need to be wearing my regular clothes to punch you in the eye."
"Oh, no, Casey! I wouldn't... I mean... I'm not thinking..." He decided to shut up, because he really was thinking what he was about to say he wasn't thinking, that being how interesting it was going to be to see a woman in her underdrawers. He'd never seen a naked woman before, except in paintings, and he'd about worn his eyes out on those.
She never got completely naked, though. She took off most of her clothes, but left on her bloomers and those whatever-things women wore on top. They climbed onto the rocks and as she set her clothes out, he tried not to stare. But where before her wet clothes just revealed a general outline of her body, her wet underthings revealed almost every detail. It wasn't naked, but it was the next best thing. He couldn't stop staring, and he knew he had to, because he was starting to get hard. He tried not to, but this was one of those times when his manhood had a mind all its own.
He'd taken off everything but his longjohns and it was painfully obvious what was happening to him..
Then, she turned to face him. Through her wet camisole, he could see the outline of her breasts and could make out her nipples. His body's response to that was pretty much predictable, and pretty much instantaneous, and there wasn't much he could do to hide it, except stick his hands between his legs and try to cover his erection and how was that going to look?
Maybe if he didn't say or do anything, she wouldn't notice. Yeah, and maybe they'd find gold while they were sitting there.
Casey noticed, which was bad enough, but even worse, she just stared at the bulge in his longjohns like it was the most transfixing sight she had ever seen.
He tugged at the wet fabric so it wouldn't cling so close, but that was a mistake. The added stimulation made him stick almost straight out. He shut his eyes. Maybe he'd be struck dead and wouldn't have to deal with this.
Casey seemed suddenly aware that she was the cause of his predicament, and she folded her arms across her chest. "Oh...." she said, pretty much as dumbstruck as he was.
Oh, hell with it, JD thought. It was a perfectly natural thing. Why run away from it? He reached over and gently pulled her arms down. "It's okay," he told her. "It's just something that... happens....and it wouldn't if I didn't like the way you look." He shrugged and tried to smile.
She smiled back, but her eyes kept drifting downward. "You mean that, JD?"
"Uh-huh."
She reached her hand towards him, like she was going to touch him down there, but she was too much of a lady to do that, and there was no contact. "Does it... hurt?" she asked him.
JD shrugged again. "No. It's just kind of..." He didn't have any words for it. He just shrugged again.
She put her hand out a second time, and giggled. She wasn't laughing at him, though, she was just... giggling, nervously. "I've never... I'm not.... What does it feel like?"
JD moved closer to her. Maybe he'd get punched in the eye, but he'd take that chance. "Touch it if you want to."
She didn't punch him in the eye. She touched him, just softly brushing her hand across him, just enough to send a pleasant tingle all the way up his spine.
"Are they all... so big?"
JD had no idea. The only erection he'd ever seen besides his own had been on a horse, and that was not a fair comparison by a long shot. He could tell Casey was impressed though. He wondered if he should tell the truth, or take advantage of her inexperience by saying something that would make himself look good in her eyes. Finally, though, he decided not to lie.
"I dunno. But it's only like that when... you know...."
"I know, silly," she batted him one gently on the arm. "I ain't that dumb."
"I don't think you're dumb at all, Casey," he said softly.
He stepped even closer to her, and her soft, brown eyes looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Can I kiss you?" he blurted out.
Her eyes widened, and he waited for the punch, but instead she said. "Okay, if you want to."
Now, JD had to ask himself why had he asked her a foolish thing like that? Emily had kissed him, once in front of the whole town, but before that, when they were alone, she'd really kissed him, so he knew what to do, more or less. But he didn't know if Casey did, or if she'd like it if he did it the way Emily had done. What did he have to lose? He had to get experience at these things sometime.
He leaned close to Casey and touched his lips to hers.
There was that tingle again. Like a spark from a flint.
He brushed his lips across hers a few times, gradually spreading them apart so that his tongue touched her mouth.
If Casey had never done this (and he wasn't going to ask her that, he didn't want to know) she knew what to do anyway. Her lips parted and pretty soon her tongue was inside his mouth and the other way around.
It was the most wonderful and thrilling sensation. JD didn't want to stop, but they had to breathe eventually.
The were still standing on the rocks, which was how they had fallen into the water the first time, so by mutual agreement, they stretched out side-by side on the blanket.
Casey traced a nervous hand down his bare chest, but stopped when she saw the scar he had there.
She touched it ever so gently. "How did that happen?" she asked.
He told her about when he'd been stabbed and then added, "It wasn't much, really," and that was a lie, because he would have hollered his head off when Nathan pulled that knife out of him if he hadn't had an audience, and he would have done it again when Nathan stitched him up if he hadn't thrown up and passed out. Looking down and seeing that knife sticking out of him had scared him more than anything else in his life had, too.
He didn't want to think about it. He kissed her again, and it was as good as the first time. Too good, because when he was done, he wasn't just hard, he was throbbing, and if his longjohns weren't already wet, they would have been getting that way.
"Touch me again," he told Casey. It was worth the risk, he figured, and Casey surprised him.
He meant for her to do what she had done before, but he felt her hand slide down his belly, never losing contact, until she was inside his longjohns. She didn't really do anything, but feeling her bare skin on his manhood was beyond any of his expectations.
A soft little moan escaped him and she pulled her hand back, not sure if she had done something wrong.
He put his hand on her wrist and held it there. "No," he said softly. "Don't stop... It feels good when you do that...."
She smiled, but said, "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
Frankly, JD didn't either, but he knew what he liked, so he guided her hand as if it were his own. That much, he had experience with.
Casey quickly got the idea, but she was encumbered by the fabric.
In a bold move, JD pulled his longjohns off to give her better access.
Casey gasped when she saw him.
He wasn't sure what to think about that, at first. He wasn't really shy. Hell, he wasn't shy at all, but he didn't kid himself that he was physically imposing, -- he knew he was little. Maybe he was less than Casey was expecting. He suddenly wished he still had something on, but when he looked at Casey again, it was plain that instead of being disappointed, she liked what she saw, and it wasn't but a moment before her hand was on him again.
He tried to hold still and let her explore him, but the more she stimulated him, the more aroused he became. He wanted to thrust his hips forward in imitation of the real thing and it was so hard to just hold still.
He moaned with the pain and pleasure of it.
Casey stopped fondling him. "JD? Are you okay?"
He sucked in his breath. "Oh, yeah, Casey. I'm fine. It just feels really, really... I'm.... just don't stop.... please...."
He clasped his fingers around hers, moving her hand up and down the length of his shaft, stopping ever so often to massage the sensitive area on the underside where the retracted foreskin was joined to the sensitive tip. She learned quickly and soon started doing those things to him on her own, so all he had to do was enjoy it, which he did, immensely. She was curious about his body, and he welcomed her curiosity. She played with the loose skin on his rigid shaft, and teased the foreskin back from the soft glans. She caressed the base of his cock and then moved on to his balls, cradling his sac in her warm hands and fingering them through the skin. Every where she touched him ignited those little sparks until he was trembling all over from the sensation.
She asked him again if he was okay, and he assured her, again, that he was enjoying this. It was pure ecstacy, there was no other word for it. He just couldn't keep himself still or quiet in the midst of all that pleasure.
She kept it up, massaging and stroking him with inquisitive enthusiasm, until he was on fire, burning with the need for release, his entire body pulsing with those very first hints of an impending orgasm. He writhed underneath her as she caressed his swollen glans with her thumb while her other hand gently kneaded his balls.
He was going to climax very soon if she didn't stop, and if she did stop, he was going to have to finish it himself or be totally miserable, if he didn't just spontaneously ejaculate.
It occurred to him that Casey might not want, or be expecting, this to go that far, but it was only a fleeting thought.
He was painfully stimulated by that time, and there really wasn't room for his mind to consider anything else.
He gripped the blanket in both fists and thrust his hips upward. He vaguely supposed that was a natural reflex, since he'd never actually gotten to this point with anything other than his own hand or a doubled over bed pillow.
His breathing was fast and ragged, and the situation was soon completely beyond his control.
He felt his cock fill up and there was no way to hold it back now. His orgasm washed over him as his manhood spurted hot jets of his seed, filling Casey's hand before she pulled it away in surprise.
A little cry escaped him at the sudden lost of contact, and he sat halfway up and instinctively grabbed himself and finished the job of pumping out the last of his cum.
When he came to his senses, Casey was staring in turn at him, and at the mess in her hand.
Die.
That was the only thing he could do now that he had embarrassed himself, and Casey. If he could have reached his gun, he would have shot himself, he was sure of it.
Casey, though, just looked at him with a shy smile. "So, that's how it happens," she said, kind of in awe, he thought.
Well, maybe dying wasn't necessary after all. "Yeah," he smiled shyly back at her, still embarrassed if no longer suicidal. "That's how."
She sat up and rinsed her hand off in the water. JD let himself sprawl on the blanket. He felt good, relaxed. He might have even taken a nap, but Casey wasn't done with him.
She laid down beside him and pressed her body close to his. She was still wearing those wet underthings, but it was still nice.
He put his arm around her and drew her close.
"Kiss me again," she told him.
He was happy to oblige, although the effect was not as immediate this time, and Casey seemed disappointed by that.
She gave his softened member a quick caress and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
He knew what she was thinking. "I need a few minutes," he explained, and then kissed her again just to show he was still interested, even if his body wasn't quite ready to get worked up again.
He moved his hand cautiously to the lace holding her bodice together, not sure if he was bold enough to unfasten it until he actually started doing it.
She let him pull the cord through the first 3 or 4 eyelets before she stopped him.
"JD, we can't. I want to, but we can't."
He was mildly disappointed, but he wasn't going to force himself on her. He started to pull his hand away, the same way she had done when she had wanted to touch him. And like he had done to her, she stopped him.
She put his hand against her chest, above her breasts but where he could easily slide them in through the fabric he'd parted when he'd undone the laces. There was enough room for his hand to fit, and he let it slide in until his palm was filled with one of her breasts, the firm nipple prodding his skin.
It was an incredible sensation, enough that he started to get hard again. He rolled Casey onto her back on the blanket so she was beneath him. A bed would have been a lot more comfortable than rock, but he ignored the painful pressure on his kneecaps as he knelt above her and parted the bodice as far down as he was able to without unlacing any more of it.
It was enough. The sight of Casey's breasts bared to him was a glorious one indeed. He was mesmerized by the two little mounds, and his fingers explored them as if they would disappear if he wasn't gentle. Casey closed her eyes. Maybe she was embarrassed that he was seeing that much of her, but he didn't think so. He thought she liked it that he was touching her.
His next move was a sheer whim. He had no idea if Casey would like it or not, but he proceeded as if she would. He lowered his head and gently licked at one of her nipples.
Her eyes flew open and she gasped in surprise, her back arching up to him.
"What?" he said, suddenly unsure of himself.
"Oh...." that was all she could say. "JD...."
She put her hand on the back of his head and lowered it back down to where it had been.
Happy that he had pleased her, and excited by the way her nipples felt against his tongue, he felt himself swell until soon he was fully erect again. Casey didn't notice though. She was to caught up in what he was doing to her.
Wait until Buck heard about this....
No.... wait. He was a gentlemen. He wasn't going to say anything about this, to anyone.
But damn, he wanted to....
He didn't dare put his hands in Casey's underpants like she had done him. It was different. She was a lady and maybe she wouldn't even like that.
But he wanted to know what she felt like, down there, even if he had to experience it through a barrier.
He put his hand between her legs, waiting to see what she'd do before he went any further.
She didn't stop him, so he slowly began to trace his fingers along the folds of flesh there. He knew more or less where the opening was supposed to be, and he searched for it with awkward, cloth-encumbered fingers. Her clothes were still damp from the water, but he began to notice a slick, slippery wetness as well, like the one he knew was gathering at the tip of his cock as his juices seeped from him in anticipation of another ejaculation.
The fluid provided lubrication, enough that he was able to do quite a bit of exploring. The fabric creased between the folds of her mons and he slid his finger between the lips, sliding it back and forth and steadily downward, pushing a bit deeper into her with each stroke.
He really didn't know if Casey was enjoying it. She seemed to be, but... he really didn't know anything about women. He knew they didn't spill seed. He wasn't that ignorant. But did they climax, like a man did? Did it feel good that way? He didn't have the vaguest idea. Why did he have to be so stupid and inexperienced?
Casey was breathing heavily, her eyes still closed. He got the idea that she didn't know what was going on here any more than he did, and didn't know whether to be discouraged or encouraged by that fact. She was letting him proceed as if maybe she thought he knew what he was doing. Not a bad idea for her to have, he was thinking. It meant he could keep on exploring, and he definitely wanted to do that.
He worked his fingers over her entire cleft, feeling the heat of her labia, the smaller lips between them. He had created enough of a pocket in the fabric that he could put his index finger about halfway inside her. She gasped when ever he did, but not like she did when his thumb put pressure on the hard little nubbin he found above the opening itself. He wondered about that. It was where her cock would be, if girls had one. Maybe whatever it was that felt good on him there also felt good on her. He rubbed the spot gently with his finger to see what would happen.
Casey moaned just like he had done, and her hips came up to meet his touch.
JD instinctively knew he had discovered something very important here, but he wasn't sure what.
Unfortunately, his own body was starting to distract him.
His manhood was hot and aching and begging him for some kind of stimulation. It seemed perfectly natural to him, then, to lower himself on top of Casey so that instead of his finger, he was rubbing that sensitive spot he'd found with the much bigger head of his penis.
He was dripping juices and combined with hers, it was easy for him to slide his erection up and down the length of her cleft, despite her clothing.
He couldn't imagine anything feeling better than that, but he just had to know, had to ask her. He kissed her, no experimenting this time, but serious business. His breathing was deep and ragged and there was a certain desperate edge to his voice even though he tried to keep it out. "Can I put it inside?" he asked her between thrusts of their tongues. "Please? I want to... so much."
Casey raked her hands down her back until her hands were on his butt, and pressed his hips tight to hers.
She was almost sobbing when she spoke. "I want to, too, JD, but we really shouldn't... We shouldn't...."
He was willing to take 'no' for an answer, been prepared to, in fact. If she wasn't ready to have all of him now, maybe she would be, one day, if he didn't mess things up. He wasn't about to spoil the utter bliss of that moment by sulking because he wanted even more. Besides, the rock surface they were lying on was too unyielding for him to really work up the enthusiasm he would have liked.
He pulled her close, kissing her as he stroked her slippery cleft with his stiffened member until he sensed the inevitable was about to happen. He thought to warn her this time.
He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, "I'm gonna come again, Casey. Pretty soon."
"Oh... JD... just don't stop what you're doing," she moaned. "Don't stop.. It's so...." She gasped as if she were suddenly in pain, and JD was confused for a moment until he felt that little nub pulsing hard against his cock. He could only guess what was happening, but that was enough to bring him instantly to the brink and put him over the edge. He pressed himself hard against her as he released his seed onto her throbbing little button. She pushed against him in turn, as if she was eager for whatever she was feeling to continue as long as it could.
It felt so damn good, he wanted to cry.
When it was done, both of them just laid there for a moment, like they'd been hit in the head.
Casey finally spoke. "Oh... JD.... that was.... I can't think of any words for it...."
JD felt personally complimented by that, even though he couldn't think of a single reason why he should. He'd just made some lucky guesses.
He kissed her and rolled off of her before she noticed his weight was squashing her into the rock underneath them.
He held her close to him again and neither of them said anything for awhile. JD finally spoke. "Casey?"
"Hmmm?"
"I don't suppose that maybe...."
"Maybe what JD?" she said drowsily.
"I wonder if maybe we could.... you know.... do this again sometime?"
He hoped she'd say yes, even expected her to, but he was elated when she spoke the words, "I'd like that JD."
Completely relaxed, and happy beyond his wildest dreams, JD had fallen asleep in Casey's arms there on that rock.
Who would have thought the sun would still burn you in February?
JD signed and pulled his blankets around him. Thanks to Nathan's ointment, he could at least bear the pressure of them against his skin. His clothes never had dried completely, so he'd been chilled to the bone by the time he'd gotten back to Four Corners and now he felt like he was getting a cold, but maybe he was just tired. His muscles were stiff and achy, but that was probably from sleeping -- and other stuff -- on a rock. It didn't help that thinking about the whole thing had gotten him all excited again, and there was no way he was going to get any sleep until he took care of that problem. It probably wasn't going to be as much fun doing that alone now as it had been before, though. Not now that he knew what he knew. Now that he was experienced.
He sighed. Nathan had asked him if it was worth it.
Oh yeah, JD thought. It was. It certainly was.
END