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An Excerpt From: ERIN’S
FANCY
© Copyright N.J.
WALTERS, 2005.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.
Erin Connors ran her index finger over the glossy
magazine cover with the scantily clad cover model and underlined the
article “Seven Sex Positions That Will Drive You Both Wild!”
Taking a deep breath, she opened the cover and scanned
the table of contents. She flipped through the pages, stopping at,
appropriately enough, page sixty-nine, and spread the magazine wide on the
scarred wood table in front of her. Bold pink letters flashed up at her
from the page: Legs on shoulders, Doggy-style, Sixty-nine, Standing
Backward Position, Face-to-Face, Spooning and Scissors. She could feel
the heat creeping up her face as she perused the pictures of half-naked
couples, with strategically placed clothing and blankets, demonstrating the
techniques.
Glancing up,
she peeked out the open back door and noted that the yard was empty. Her
brother Jackson was busy in the barn and Nathan had already left for work.
The coast was clear. Sighing, she rubbed the back of her suntanned neck. It
was pathetic that a woman of twenty-five had to hide the fact that she was
reading a woman’s magazine. Especially a magazine that gave advice about
sex. That’s what came from still living at home at her age, and having two,
very large, very protective older brothers, one of whom was a local deputy
sheriff. They still treated her like some kind of nun who supposedly never
even thought about sex, much less had sex.
That was
entirely the problem. She hadn’t had sex. Well, technically she had, but
she didn’t count graduation night in the back of Brad Hutchinson’s pick-up
truck out at Peak’s Pond. That had been a lot of fumbling, a little pain,
and a whole lot of nothing! It had been such a disaster that Erin had never quite worked up the nerve to try it
again. Not that she’d had much of an opportunity.
The fact of
the matter was that men didn’t notice her. Well, they noticed her, but not
for the right reasons. Erin was what was
known as “a big girl.” Six feet tall in her stocking feet, her arms and
legs muscular, and her shoulders wide from working side-by-side with her
brothers tended to be off-putting to a lot of men.
It wouldn’t have been so bad, but the only part of her
that wasn’t large was her breasts. She’d gotten shortchanged in that
department. Though nicely rounded, they tended to disappear in the overalls
and loose shirts she wore for work.
Still, she wasn’t ugly. Her hair was deep auburn, but it
was a thick, curly mess that wouldn’t hold a style, so she usually kept it
confined in a single braid that fell to her waist. She had the Connor blue
eyes, the pale blue of a sunny summer sky, just like her brothers Jackson
and Nathan. Her nose tilted up just slightly and had a light dusting of
freckles, and her lips were wide and full. It was a nice face, a
comfortable face, and that was part of the problem.
Erin looked like the
proverbial girl-next-door with her wholesome looks. Tagging behind her
older brothers, doing the same work, had quickly labeled her a tomboy. By
the time she’d become interested in what it meant to be a girl, everyone
was used to her being just one of the guys. None of the girls in the
neighborhood or at school had liked her because she was a friend to all the
boys. Conversely, all the guys liked her because she didn’t act like a
girl.
The problem was that when all the boys grew into men and
the girls grew into women, Erin was left
out. The men started dating and she was still just one of the boys.
Everybody’s pal, that was her. And she hated it.
Maybe not all of it. But damn it, she was a woman too, with women’s needs,
except no one ever seemed to notice. If she was ever to get the sweaty,
grinding, orgasmic sex that she wanted, she needed help.
Turning her attention to the article, she began to read
aloud: “Any man who’s being truthful will tell you his favorite position is
doggy style. It’s very primal and sexy to your man.” Okay, she’d grown up
in a farming community, so she could understand the animalistic appeal to a
guy.
“Just get down on all fours and stick your ass in the
air. No, it’s not the most dignified position in the world.” Erin pictured it in her head and thought that this
was an understatement. In fact, she figured it would look pretty
ridiculous, but what did she know. These people were the experts or they
never would have gotten published in this magazine.
As her eyes drifted closed, the image in her head
changed slightly and came into sharper focus. She saw herself kneeling on
the kitchen linoleum with her face pressed to the cool floor and her ass
stuck up in the air. A man stood behind her, but she couldn’t quite picture
his features, but his deep voice washed over her, filling her with
pleasure…
“Spread your
legs wider and offer yourself to me.”
Erin could
feel her juices run down her legs as she slid her knees as far apart as
they would go. She could feel the heat rolling off of him as he knelt
behind her. Without warning, he gripped her hips with his large hands and
thrust his cock deep inside her. Moaning, she ground her bottom against
him. He laughed and slipped his hands up to cup her breasts. “You know you
want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she cried. “Fuck me. Hard.” He began pumping
into her from behind.
Erin’s eyes popped open
and she gasped for breath, desperately trying to focus on the magazine page
in front of her.
Grabbing her tall glass of ice tea, she took a huge gulp
and continued to read. “We guarantee he’ll go crazy. As he enters you from
behind, he’ll go in very deep and will hit your G-spot. He can also
stimulate your breasts and clitoris in this position.” She paused to take a
deep breath.
“He most certainly can,” she panted. Her underwear was
wet and she could feel her inner muscles contracting slightly. She wasn’t
even sure where her G-spot was, but she was certainly feeling hot. The
glass was sweaty and cool, and she rubbed it against her cheeks and neck.
It made her feel slightly better.
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