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The Only Rules That Matter: Legacy (Corsair and Madam Mim)

Jackie shook her head. "We got horses; how else you think I dragged your sorry ass back here? Piggyback?" She smirked then shook her head. "The money can go to the families. Good guys don't steal from the dead, kemosabe."

She sat back and chewed a particularly tough bit of the rabbit, considering Sam for a moment. "Masks can fall off in the middle of gunfights. Bandanas too," she mused. She narrowed her eyes and studied Sam. "War paint," she finally concluded. "It don't come off as easy and other villages would be more likely to recognize you as a friend if we ever got separated."

After a few more bites she scratched her chin. "Should probably mention I've never killed a man before," she said eventually. "I'm handy enough with a gun, hunting game and stuff. Never shot to kill at a human though."
 
Sam swallowed the last of the corn pone and washed it down with water that had been laced with something astringent. "Ain't no shame in never havin' killed nobody," she said. "An' it ain't nuthin' y'can take back, once y'do." She sighed. "Ah've killed a few times. Ain't nuthin' Ah'm ashamed of, but Ah ain't proud o' it neither."

Silence settled over the cabin with that. Sam watched Jackie anxiiusly, wondering how she'd react. Because, for some reason, she found herself wanting the Indian woman to have a good opinion of her. And a whole lot of people git edgy, when they found out you'd killed someone. No matter who, or why. But if it bithered Jackie, she gave no sign.

"Warpaint, hey?" Sam tried to imagine herself, face streaked with red and yellow and brown, whooping a war cry. "Ah... well, Ah reckon it might work. An'... an'..." she thought hard. "An' if'n we're fixin' ta make it hard ta tell who Ah am, Ah reckon Ah could grow mah hair out. Keep it braided, like, sos it don't get in th' way. An'... an' pin it up, when Ah paint mah face." She chuckled. "Wear a loose shirt an' a coat, an... well.. it ain't never been hard fer me ta pass fer a man. Why not let Beckett think it's a man devilin' him?"

Excited at the ideas, Sam forgot her circumstances. Forgot her injuries, and the fact that she didn't have anything on but bandages under her blanket, and even the fact that she still had only the barest of ideas where she was. "C'min, Jackie," she said, standing up. "We git us wo-oh shit!"

Her wounded leg buckled as she crued out, and she barely kept from pitching headlong on the packed earth cloor. "Ah git a better idea," she grimaced, clutching her leg. "Why... why don't Ah jes' sit here a spell, an' rest up?"
 
It did bother Jackie a bit that Sam had killed people before. But she was a bounty hunter; that was her job sometimes. And she'd been working with Rangers so she doubted she'd killed needlessly. And besides, Sam seemed excited about the idea of disguising herself.

"Your hair will be beautiful grown out," Jackie said with a smile, "and our men grow their hair long and braid it sometimes so if you're wearing our war paint it still won't raise suspicion if it ever fell out."

Her smile fell and she sprung to her feet to try and catch Sam before she fell on her face. She cried out in pain and caught herself and Jackie helped lower her back onto the bed. It was nice, sitting with Sam in her arms like this even if it was because she was still rather helpless.

"Good idea, kemosabe," she said, kissing her temple and patting her shoulder. "You need to be able to walk and hold a gun before you can go around avenging the wronged."
 
Sam struggled as Jackie held her and kissed her forehead. Because she wasn't - couldn't be - helpless! Weak. She couldn't be weak, couldn't ket herself be weak. But, somehow, her heart wasn't in it. Because Jackie's arms around her felt... nice. Right. And so, after a little half-hearted squirming that left her feeling all warm and tingly, she sighed and leaned into the Indian. "Y'all win," she groused, smiling as she did. "Yer right. Ah gotta heal up, first. Ah'll behave."

Then she leaned a little harder, blushing at her daring even as she enjoyed the feel of the other woman's bidy against hers. "Fer now, anyway..."

And she tried. She really did. But inactivity ate at her, leaving her fidgety. To ease the boredom she started studying the tribe's language, and asking questiins about the herbs and medicines that were used on her. And, she realized quickly, Jackie's mother had the patience of a saint. She answered all her questions with pleasure, and cirrected her pronunciation, and even sang wild, wailing songs that thrilled the bounty hunter even though she didn't understand a word.

After a few weeks, she was permitted to do small chores. Helping with the cooking, and the mending of tooks and gear, and even oreparation of medicines and paints. It would have galled her before, but a combination of boredome and a growing affection for the older woman and her people made it seem... fulfilling. "Ah never reckoned Ah'd wanna be all domestic like," she laughed.

Nights were the hardest. That was when thoughts of Jackie would creep in, leaving her wondering how the Indian would look naked. How she might taste, if she kissed her. How her hands felt, rubbing her down. How she sounded, with her lovers. Thzt last usually led Sam to touch herself, to bring herself to orgasm as she listened to the Indian lying with another woman. Then, flushed and breathing hard, she'd wonder exactly how that would work.

Sometimes the guilt of her upbringing would trouble her over that. But that guilt seemed a distant thing, a part of the white man's world. A world she wasn't sure she wanted any part of, any more.

Nearly a month after the ambush, Sam was proclaimed well enough. She wasn't ready yet for riding or fighting or the like, but she could walk around. With the help of a stick, to keep the weight off her healing leg. Believing (correctly) that her own clothes would simply encourage her to embrace her old habits too quickly, Jackie's mother loaned her an skirt and cotton shirt. The skirt would have been ankle length on the older woman, but hung to mid-calf on Sam's rangy frame. And the shirt, also cut for a smaller woman, gave her the option of covering either her breasts or her belly, but not both.

After some thought, she buttoned it over her chest. Might as well have a little modesty.

"Look at me!" she laughed, leaning on her stick. "Ah ain't worn a dress in... six years. Never really expected to." Jackie's mother handed her something in a small sack. "Ah couldn't," she said, trying to hand it back. "Y'all have done.."

"No, no, this is for us."

"Ah... don't follow you," Sam said, puzzled. "What.."

"Soap," the older woman said, laughing. "Go to the creek and wash yourself, please. For our sakes, if not your own."
 
"Ay you stink kemosabe,"Jackie agreed with a laugh. "C'mon, I'll show you the way and help you if you need it. I gotta wash up myself."

The hogan was divided into three rooms since they often had patients stay with them, and Jackie valued her privacy. Blankets tacked up in the empty doorways muffled sound from other rooms, but she would have been lying if she claimed that she'd been trying to be discreet whenever she brought someone home. The more time she'd spent with Sam, both in chores and in healing, the more and more fond of her she found herself becoming. It was two weeks before she realized she'd been doing it because she wanted her, and wanted Sam to want her back. Whether she wanted a relationship with the bounty hunter, or just another conquest, another fuck buddy, she wasn't really certain. All she did know was that some of the moaning, the wailing, the heavy breathing and whispered nothings, had been mostly for Sam's benefit.

Now at the gently moving creek Jackie helped the bounty hunter get her clothes off and lay them out on the rocks before herself disrobing and helping Sam into the chilly water. Her nipples hardened instantly and goosebumps raised all over her body. She laughed and waded thigh deep, splashing water into her face.

"Cold enough for ya kemosabe?" she laughed before kneeling down to dunk her head underwater and coming up cursing. She tried not to stare at Sam, at her beautiful little breasts or the alien patch of hair hiding the treasure beneath. "I can show ya how to shave like us if you want," she offered.
 
It was barely a quarter mile to tbe creek, but Sam was glad for the company. It kept her mind off her aches and pains, after all. Kept her from thinking about how much she needed to lean on her stick, and how much movement tugged at healing stitches, and hiw much her wounded keg burned as she put weight on it. Also, to be honest, she was glad of the opportunity to spend time with Jackie. It might just be what she'd said, that first night. Maybe it was an u reasonable infatuation with her nurse. But... Sam had never met simeone she couldbe honest with. Someone who knew about her shameful attraction to other women, and who accepted itas perfectly normal.

Also, it was nice to have someone help her get undressed. And nit (just) because it gave her an excuse to let Jackie touch her. Healing wounds made bending and stretching hard, after all. Finally, naked, she let Jackie help her into the water. "Jaysusmaryandjoseph!" she squalled, the blasphemy spilling out in a jumbked rush as the water - which felt icy cold - swirled around her thighs.

"Cold enough for ya, kemosabe?" Jackue laughed, splashing water at her, then ducking beneath the surface before she could retaliate. Then she surfaced a moment later, soaking black hair cascading down her glistening brown skin. Sam stared, unable to help herself. God, but she was gorgeous. All pleasantly round curves and full breasts and sleek skin and..

She tried not to stare at the hairless cleft between Jackie's legs, and tried to ignore the way her pulse quickened at the sight. But she must have seen, because she gave a teasing little smile. "I can show you hiw to shave like us."

The thought sent a sudden thrill of anxiety through Sam. She'd seen her father shave before, and the thought of taking a straight razor to herself like that made her skin crawl. "Ah... that is..." She shuvered. "Ain't that... dangerous?"
 
"Dangerous?" Jackie frowned briefly then shrugged. "Not really. You just trim it down with scissors and then shave it off." She waded to the shore to grab a small leather bag she'd brought with her and extracted a small pair of scissors and a shaving kit. "Safety razors are called that for a reason, kemosabe," she teased with a grin. "But toss me that soap first."

Jackie didn't exactly make a show of bathing...but she wasn't entirely subtle either. She wanted Sam's attention, she'd admitted that to herself long ago, perverted though it was to try and tempt someone vulnerable, left in your care. As she slid the bar of soap over her breasts, between her legs, down her stomach, she knew that at least temporarily she had that attention. Once she was done she offered to help Sam before washing her hair and, should that offer be accepted, there would be lingering touches then too on the excuse of helping her bathe. God she felt like a creep! But Sam was sweet and tough and had had no idea that being attracted to women was okay. Maybe she'd never even been with a woman before. Could Jackie really help it if she was trying to be helpful?

"Here," she said once they were clean, "instead of going in for the kill let's start with your legs, hm? Then we'll get out the scissors." Jackie smiled as she guided Sam to sit on a rock near the edge of the stream and lathered up soap before sliding it along her legs and carefully drawing the safety razor down them. Every now and then she looked up to make sure Sam was doing alright, walking her through it step by step. Once her legs were smooth and rinsed off she took up the scissors. "Ready?"
 
"Safety razor?" Sam repeated, tossing Jackie the bar of soap. Safety razor? What on God's green earth was that? But then Jackie started lathering up, and Sam stopped caring because God Jackie was hot. The water made her brown skin glisten and the lather clung to her curves and suddenly she wanted desperatly to feel the Indian woman's body against hers as they... they what?

She wasn't exactly sure what two women could do together, now that she thought about it. Maybe... kiss, and touch, and finger one another? Her head was still full of that intriguing idea when Jackie offered to help her, and she agreed with a distracted air. Jackie's wet flesh was soft and smoith against her back as she washed her, and Sam was so lost in the sensations that she didn't even notice the small sounds she made as soapy hands seemed to linger iver her chest and stomach.

Then Jackie had her sitting on a flat rock, kneeling between her legs as the safety razor scraped over her thighs and calves. Sam's eyes were wide vrom the touch of the steel, breath shallow as Jackie's work caressed every inch of her flesh. She was right, it didn't hurt. Not at all. But it was agony nonetheless, that exquisite sensation followed by wet hands rinsing soap from startlingly smooth skin. And then Jackie took up the scissors. "Ready?" she asked.

The thought of Jackie so close to that most intimate of places was alarming and delicious all at once. "Uh..." No. Yes. No. Yes. "Yu...yeah..." sne breathed, swallowing hard.
 
Sam made little noises as she washed her and Jackie took that as a good sign. Maybe she wasn't such a creep after all; maybe there was a minimum of seducing she would have to do. Jackie resisted the urge to kiss those now-smooth legs as she shaved them. After adhering to her tribe's beauty standards she was even more tempting. She looked up when she asked Sam whether she was ready to begin work on her sex.

"Just tell me if you ever want me to stop," she said gently before both kneeling on the rock out of the river herself and pulling Sam closer. "Lay back. And I'm gonna need you to spread your legs a little bit wider."

"A little bit wider" was a little bit of an understatement. Even once Sam had spread her legs a little wider Jackie gently pushed them apart and knelt between her knees. She worked swiftly but carefully with the scissors, making sure to make no sudden moves so as to not startle her friend. Bit by bit the blonde, curly mat was clipped away and all of the hair was shorn down close to Sam's skin. God what she wouldn't give to be able to just stop right here, just to see what she tasted like. Instead she bit her lip lightly and worked lower to get as much as she could. Once she was done with the scissors she smiled.

"There, I knew you were under there somewhere," Jackie teased before once again lathering up the soap and reaching for the razor. "Ready?"

She moved more slowly with the razor, rinsing it often, re-lathering where needed, pausing when Sam needed a break or seemed to be starting to get jumpy. Slowly but surely the quarter-inch stubble she'd trimmed the hair down to disappeared, leaving smooth skin. Jackie bit her lip again as she worked around the bounty hunter's lips--this was always the trickiest part--and very carefully drew the blade along her skin. Finally she was done and smiled after rinsing her off. It was even more difficult now not to just lean in and taste her. Instead Jackie controlled herself and shimmied off the edge of the rock back into the water, brushing the hair away and letting the river carry it downstream.

"There," she said, nodding satisfactorily. "Now we just need to get your armpits and you'll look just like us, ay kemosabe?" She offered a hand to help Sam up and handed her the razor. "You got this? Or you need me to show you how?"
 
"There," she said, nodding satisfactorily. "Now we just need to get your armpits and you'll look just like us, ay kemosabe?"

Sam grunted as she pulled herself into a sitting position. "Ah reckon it'll take more than a shave to manage that, really," she mumbled, trying hard to swallow the bitterness in her voice. She knew that Jackie hadn't meant anything by that, but... well, she was gorgeous. Looked like a real woman, she did, with smooth skin and curves and nice breasts. Next to her, Sam knew, she looked more like a boy than ever. Scarred and flat-chested and lean and square-jawed, she knew right well that the only visible feminine attribute she'd ever had was her long blonde hair, and she'd hacked that off when she'd left home.

"You got this? Or you need me to show you how?"

"Uhm..." The question broke her out of her bitter reverie. "Ah... Ah think so. Lemme try." She took the razor and the soap and looked at them both for a minute before examining her arms. Then she dipped them into the water, splashing them under her arms and over her smallish breasts, before lathering up her hands and smearing the soap up and down her arms and working it into her armpits. "So... just like mah legs, right?" she asked, dragging the razor over her wrist and down her arm. "It's, uh... it's a whole lotta work, really. Do... do y'all do it 'cause it makes yer skin feel soft. 'Cause yeh do feel right nice, all smooth like that." She blushed suddenly, realizing what she'd said. "That... that is... Ah mean..."

She swallowed. "Yeh do feel nice, Ah mean. All... smooth. An'... an' Ah... that is..." The blush became deeper, and she found herself leaning a little closer. One hand rested on Jackie's thigh, stroking it. What the hell are you playin' at, Sam? her mind shrieked, even as she enjoyed the feel of the other woman's skin. "Really... nice..."

Then she jerked her hand away, clutching it to her chest as she pulled back. "That's... that is... Ah... Ah'm sorry." She swallowed hard. "Y'all been right kind, an' y'got someone, an'... an'..." Biting her lip, she looked away. "Gawd. Ah'm such an idjit."
 
"Ah reckon it'll take more than a shave to manage that, really," Sam mumbled.

Jackie shrugged. "Eh, we can't all be lucky enough to be born brown. I won't hold it against you." She grinned and winked, nudging her teasingly before letting her lather up her arms. "Just like your legs, yeah," she confirmed. She supervised as Sam dragged the razor up her arm, over her skin. When she commented on how much work it was she shrugged. "It's only a lot of work the first time. I'm sure there used to be some tactical reason for it, but now it's just kinda the style. Like those skirts women wear."

Then Sam seemed to stumble over her words, commenting on how smooth her skin was. She leaned closer and stroked Jackie's thigh a little. Was the bounty hunter trying to flirt with her? She smiled, but frowned when she jerked her hand away and started apologizing. With one hand she gently grabbed Sam's while the other found her thigh.

"Hey..." Jackie leaned in and gently kissed Sam's lips. "I don't got no one, kemosabe." She leaned in again and placed a gentle kiss behind her ear. "Why don't you finish up shaving and we can go home and talk about it, hm?"
 
"Don't... got nobody..?" Now Sam felt confused, on top of the heady mix of shame and embarrasment and arousal. She hadn't been this firward since, well, not in a long time. Jackie's hands on her thigh and her lips on her skin weren't making it any easier to think, either. "But... y'all... an' that woman... an'..."

Hands shaking a little, she tried to focus on shaving. It took a while, and she nicked her arms more than once because she was distracted. "But.. y'got all them..." The thought trailed away. All them women, but not a single one twice in a row. Did that make her a loose woman? Or... they didn't see nuthin' wrong with... with two women. Did they maybe see nuthin' wrong with havin' a lotta bed partners, too?

She washed the soap and pinpricks of clotted blood from her arms, hissing a little at the sting of the tiny cuts. Clearly, she'd have to be mire careful, next time. "Yeah, uhm, goin' home an' talkin' about it's probably..." she swalliwed hard. "Probably a goid idea. But..."

Sam hesitated, butterflies churning in her stomach. Which was stupid, because she'd never backed down before in her life. Breathing a little hard, she scooted a little closer to Jackie. And then, before her nerve failed her, she pulled the Apache woman to her. Her kiss was a little clumsy and very inexperienced, but no less passionate for all that. "Maybe," she whispered, trembling, "maybe Ah'm tired o' talkin'..."
 
Sam protested, pointing out the women she'd slept with, and Jackie couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah I got all those women," she confirmed, "but it ain't like they know about each other or anything! God could you imagine? What a mess that'd be!" She shook her head and leaned back on her elbows, watching Sam shave. "Some of them are convinced I'm gonna marry 'em, even though I've never said any such thing. Ma'd be thrilled if I settled down, of course, but then I couldn't go with you. And how boring would that be anyway?"

But Sam started talking about going home to talk about it and she nodded. Suddenly she found herself being pulled toward the bounty hunter. The kiss was clumsy and sweet and almost made Jackie want to go awww, but it was clearly important to Sam. She pulled away, trembling, and whispered that she was tired of talking. Jackie grinned and reached up to tuck a stray bit of that cropped blonde hair behind her ear.

"You gotta work on gettin' your euphemisms down," she teased gently, nuzzling her cheek. "This is a public creek, man. There's kids around." She placed a gentle kiss at the crook of Sam's neck before pulling away and helping her up, then helping her dress. It was a rather slow walk back to the hogan since Sam was still recovering, but when they got there instead of helping Sam into her own bed Jackie held aside the blanket in the doorway which led to her room. Once she'd helped Sam down onto the bed she knelt next to her. "You sure this is what you want?"
 
Sam started feeling like a complete fool when Jackie began to tease her, but relaxec when she pointed out the glaring flaw in her plan. "Uh, yeah," she laughed, blushing (and Gawd why was sheblushing - hadn't blushed her whole darned lufe). "Could... could be a problem, yeah."

So she accepted Jackie's help getting up and getting dressed, simultaneously aggrivated that she needed the help and glad of the opportunity to feel the Apache woman touching her. And then she began the laborious process of walking the quarter-mile back to the hogan, gritting her teeth occasionally as the weight of her body on her healing leg sent jags of pain through her. "Ah reckon Ah'm grateful for this here stick," she grumbled, leaning heavily on it. "But, when Ah don' need it no more? Reckon Ah'll burn it. After Ah break it up."

Finally, though, they were back at the hogan. Sam made her way towards the pallet bed she'd come to think if as hers when Jackie caught her hand and, lifting the blanket that served as the door to her room, led her inside. Heart beating frantically, she managed to sit down with a minimum of fuss or effort.

Jackie knelt beside her, making it look damned easy with her uninjured legs. Sam knew the jealousy was stupid, even as it clutched at her. "You sure this is what you want?" she asked.

Yes. No. Yes. Sam's thoughts whirled around, and she made an irritated sound ar her own indecision. "Ah... well.." Well, that sure cleared things up, didn't it? "Ah... Ah've never been told there was... was nuthin' wrong wit' me," she murmured. "Fer... fer bein' innerested, like, in other women. Always figgered there was somethin' wrong wit' me, y'know. An', but... since Ah liked men, too - th' idea o' men, anyway, since Ah never actually met one Ah liked - well, Ah figgered..."

She trailed away, not finishing the thought. "Ah like y'all, Jackie. Yer th' first one what told me Ah wasn't sick, or a sinner. An' y'listen, an yeh make me laugh, an' Ah like bein' wit' yeh, an... an... an Gawd Ah'm makin' a fool outa myself." Making herself look at the Apache, she managed a small, shy smile. "Ah ain't never... been wit' anyone, Jackie. An'... an' Ah...Ah wanna..."

She bit her lip, then swallowed and leaned forward to kiss the woman kneeling before her. "An' Ah wanna... be... wit' you..."
 
Jackie couldn't help but smile when Sam declared that she was making a fool of herself. A little bit, but this was important to her so she wasn't going to agree aloud. Sam was talking like it was forever. She liked Sam plenty, and she listened and made her laugh too, but it was too soon to tell if she would want to be more than just fuck buddies. But she would make that clear... Afterward. This was apparently Sam's virginity in every sense of the word and she wanted to make sure that it was special and that everything she did Sam was okay with. She kissed her back gently.

"I'm honored, Sam. I really am," she replied truthfully. "But if you ever get uncomfortable, if you ever want me to stop, just tell me and I will. Promise." Jackie meant it, too. She wasn't in the business of raping women or pressuring them into sex.

She leaned in again and kissed Sam gently, gradually deepening it. She broke away to pull off her own shirt. Her heavy, brown breasts were firm but supple, her dark nipples already stiff. Jackie took Sam's hands into her own then put them on her breasts, guiding her fingers at first but then letting her fingers explore on their own. She bit Sam's bottom lip gently as she let her hands massage her breasts.

"There's nothing wrong with you Sam Cavendish,"she murmured against her lips. "There's nothing wrong with this. Or this."

She guided one of her hands to the crotch of her jeans before bringing it back up to her breasts. Her own dark hands pulled her shirt up and off, tentatively at first as though asking for permission then more boldly. Her fingers circled her pink nipples then massaged her small breasts. After she seemed to have gotten over the initial shock Jackie lowered her head and took those beautiful, pale breasts into her mouth. She was hyper-aware of Sam's body language, of how tense she was if she did this or touched here, of what made her sigh and moan. Jackie leaned her back gradually onto her back. Her kisses trailed from her lips down her throat, across her chest, down her stomach. She watched her reactions as she pulled the loaned skirt down over her hips, over her thighs, down, down, until the skirt was on the floor. Being careful of Sam's injured leg she pushed her knees gently apart.

"Ready?" Jackie asked quietly. Leaning up she parted her freshly shaved lips and looked up once more. She watched Sam's face as she drew her tongue up her slit. It was all she could do not to dive back in and enthusiastically pleasure Sam to rapid orgasm. "You taste wonderful," she murmured with a smile before leaning in again, moaning as she licked and sucked at her clit. First one finger then a second slid inside Sam and she turned her fingers upward, curling them in a 'cone here' motion as she reveled in Sam's taste and smell.
 
Sam gasped aloud as Jackie's tongue explored her sex. What was the Apache doing she wondered, wide-eyed... and would she do more? Please, God, let her do more! And she did, her tongue playing over her sensitive clit as one and then two fingers filled her. It was nothing at all like Sam had experienced, nothing like the times she'd furtively touched herself, biting herpalm to keep from crying out as she brought herself to orgasm.

None of this had been what she'd anticipated, really. She hadn't known how good Jackie's breasts would feel, smooth and soft and heavy in her hands. Hadn't been prepared for the jealousy of her figure, or the way that it had melted under Jackie's clever lips and tongue - the same lips and tongue that were now busy wringing little gasps and cries from her - as she her breasts. Hadn't been prepared for the rush of heat and need as Jackie undressed her and explored her body with hands and lips.

"Gawd..." she moaned, angling her hips to try and take those clever briwn fingers deeper. "Gawd... Jackie..." Her legs twitched, uncertain if she wanted to spread herself wider or clench down on the Indian's head. She stared diwn her lean body with wide blue eyes, and Jackie smiled up at her. The movement might have been deliberate, designed to let her see slick dark fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Or it might have been a reassuring glance that just happened to let Sam see a beautiful brown face shining with her juices.

Either way, it was too much. "Fuuuck..." Sam sobbed, her whole body arching into Jackie's hand and mouth as she climaxed. She gripped fistfulls of blanket as she bucked beneath Jackie's attentions, the Indian woman continuing to stroke and lick and suck as pleasure unlike anything she'd ever felt burned through her. "Oh... Gawd," she gasped as she finally collapsed back against the bed. "Gawd.... damn."
 
Jackie moaned against her clit as Sam moaned her name. She liked the sound of it in Sam's voice more than she cared to admit to herself. Pushing that thought aside for the moment she grinned as the bounty hunter's legs twitched around her head. With a sucking, almost slurping noise she pressed her fingers deeper inside Sam's soaking cunt as it began pulsing around her. It was hard for Jackie to keep her mouth in the right place with the woman bucking under her but with her free hand she grabbed Sam's hip firmly and managed to lick and finger her through her orgasm.

"And that's just the beginning," Jackie laughed when Sam collapsed onto the bed, heaving for breath. Slowly she withdrew her fingers then wrapped her lips around them and moaned as she sucked Sam's juices off of them. "Mmmm...girl I'm gonna have to pin you down, keep you in line," she joked before kissing her way up Sam's body. Slowly she trailed warm kisses up her stomach, back to her perfect little breasts where she spent some time in worship, then up to her lips. Jackie kissed her deeply, gently pressing her tongue to her lips to beg for entrance with the bounty hunter's juices still on her lips. God she wanted to just sit on her face! ...But this was her first time and she would finish herself off if need be. Still, a girl could hope.

"So you like it huh?" she asked with a smile, laying casually next to Sam and gently, distractedly playing with her nipples. "There's so much more I can show you, if you want."
 
"Pin me down?" Sam laughed, wide-eyed and overwhelmed by what had just happened. "Y'all... just might...be able to... do that." Her words came in little gasps as Jackie crawled slowly up her, tasting the drops of sweat in her skin as she licked and sucked at her body. "Now. Cause, wyen Ah'm healed, Ah'll... oh! Oh Gawd, yes!" Her hands roamed Jackie's back as the Apache stopped at her flat breasts, cupping them and sucking at her hard nipples.

It was a compelling argument that she could pin her down, if she wanted. Because, right niw, she didn't want to struggle. She just wanted to lay back, Jackie's body sleek and soft and firm against her as she feasted on her body, letting the pleasure wash over her. When Jackie finally stopoed she made a small sound of disappointment. That sound changed to one of delight as Jackie kussed her, tongue gently miving against her lips. She parted them, sucking greedily at the soft muscle, intrigued by the flavor and then aroused when she realized it was her own. Her breath came quick and hard when Jackie broke away.

"So, you like it huh?" Jackie asked, playing gently with herbreasts.

"Ah..." Sam managed, then nodded enthusiastically. "Ah, reckon Ah do, yeah," she finally managed. She slid her fingers through Jackie's midnight hair, pulling her in for a less-skilled but equally hungry kiss.

"There's so much more I can show you," Jackie whispered. "If you want."

"Well..." Sam answered, trying to sound coy. "Ah reckon Ah'll need ta be careful-like with mah arm an' mah leg, but Ah reckon Ah want." All right, so coy hadn't lasted long. Instead, she kissed Jackie again, sucking her flavor from the Apache woman's mouth. "An' what Ah want, right now, is ta find out what y'all taste like."
 
Sam moaned and slid her hands over Jackie's skin as she stopped at her breasts and she smiled against them. So she liked her breasts to have a little attention...that was something Jackie filed away for future reference. She took her time there, enjoying those pink nipples, that soft skin, before continuing up to her mouth. Sam seemed eager, sucking at her tongue and kissing her back. She smiled when she laid next to her and played with her breasts, looking over the bounty hunter's lean figure. There were some scars across her skin, stories to be told, but Jackie didn't mind.

Jackie grinned when Sam slid her fingers through her hair and pulled her in for a hungry kiss. One of the Apache's arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer before resting her hand on her ass. That could be hers too, she thought, if she cared to continue any sort of future dalliance. Jackie offered to show her more and Sam accepted...but that was for later. A thrill of arousal stirred Jackie's loins when she said she wanted to know what she tasted like. She looked thoughtful for a moment, kissing Sam then playing her lips lightly across her skin to stall for time.

"Well..." she said finally, "there's a couple ways we can do that. In one way you could stay on your back...but I think that needs to come later." Jackie knew she could get a little rough, using a girl's face as her own little fuck toy, and that could come later when Sam knew herself and Jackie better. "I'm just afraid of hurting your leg," she admitted. "But maybe..."

She wrapped both arms around Sam and turned them so that Sam was laying on top of her. Even as she kissed her Jackie became aware that she was still wearing jeans, though nothing else. Gently she guided Sam's fingers to the buttons of her pants, and as she left her to that her own fingers slid back down to Sam's clit. There were so many thing she could show her and she couldn't wait. She bit Sam's lip gently as she slipped two fingers back into her tight snatch and moaned at the warm heat.

"I'll let you do anything you want to me," she promised in a low murmur. "For now, anyway."
 
For now, at least, Sam was willing to let Jackie make the suggestions and set the pace. The Apache woman clearly had more experience in these matters, and also made a good point about her injured leg. But that was very much a for now sort of thing, because Sam had learned a few things over the years. Injuries healed, and she was a quick learner. Which is why she didn't hesitate very long when Jackie guided her hands to her fly. It took a little effort, what eith the distraction of Jackie's fingers stroking her clit, but she managed to undo the buttons and find the smooth flesh beneath.

'Unnatural lusts' the preacher had called it, years ago. But it didn't feel unnatural, not now. Not with Jackie's mouth hot on her lips, and her heavy tits soft against her own small breasts. Not with Jackie's fingers between her legs and her hairless mound against her palm and soaking her hand. "Gawd," Sam groaned, carefully slipping one finger into the Indian woman's slit, "y'all feel... so... fuckin'... good..."

What was she talking about? The slender fingers caressing her clit and stroking into her depths? The way Jackie's pussy parted around her fingers, so like when she touched herself and still so different? Both? Well, that was actually easy. It was both. So Sam moaned into Jackie's mouth as her cunt squeezed Jackie's fingers and she tried to decide what to do. At a loss, she went with the thing that got her off by herself. She worked a second finger into her lover's pussy, pumping them in and out as she teased Jackie's clit with her callused thumb. "How... how'm... Ah... Ah doin'?"
 
Jackie inhaled sharply when Sam slid one finger inside her. It had been some time since anyone had done that; some of the women she slept with were selfish, others naive, still others had their own issues with penetration which was why they went to her instead of their husbands to fix their marriages. (How infidelity fixed a marriage she didn't know, but she wasn't about to pass up a hot piece of ass begging to be fucked the way her husband couldn't or wouldn't.) Feeling someone inside her, something that wasn't a toy she held herself, after so long was phenomenal. She pressed her hips up against Sam's, forcing her finger in deeper. She smiled against her lips as she groaned about how good she felt.

"You're doin'...mmmmm....perfectly," Jackie moaned as she slipped another finger inside her and rubbed her clit with her thumb. "Right...right there..."

One hand slid down to squeeze Sam's tight ass while the other slipped another finger inside her. With her index and middle finger buried in Sam's sweet cunt Jackie made a move similar and teased her clit with her thumb. But then she briefly slipped a third finger inside her before pulling it back out and pressing her perineum gently with her ring finger. It was a difficult thing to coordinate, rubbing her clit and perineum while rhythmically working her fingers in and out of her tight pussy, but Jackie had gotten a lot of practice. She moaned in pleasure as Sam moved her thumb into just the right spot. Her free hand slid from her ass to her waist, pulling her down against her and grinding their hips.

"You're so goddamn beautiful," Jackie murmured, looking up into Sam's eyes as her fingers curled inside her.
 
"You're so goddamn beautiful," Jackie murmured, looking up into Sam's eyes as her fingers curled inside her.

Despite the glorious way Jackie was making her feel, Sam froze for a moment at her words. "Beautiful?" she whispered, shocked. Hardly. She wasn't beautiful. Plain and flat, the kind of woman that could pass for a man without effort. But Jackie's fingers moved within her, and she shuddered atop the Indian woman. "Nah..." she moaned, struggling to keep watching Jackie. "You're beautiful." And then, both to stop Jackie from arguing and to try and hide from her own insecurities, Sam kissed Jackie hard and fierce.

It was easy to get lost in doing that, kissing Jackie. The woman was a talented kisser, and just a few minutes with her had given Sam a whole lot of ideas. Not that she was as skilled at applying them, but surely it was effort that counted? So she let her fingers slip from Jackie's cunt and trail up her gorgeous brown body to tangle in her long, black hair as she kissed her. As she did her hips ground into Jackie's, feeling her hairless lips slip and slide over Jackie's own sex. Her second orgasm of the night followed, flashing like lightning and leaving her gasping and shaking as it ripped through her.

"Ah... Ah ain't rightly done," she gasped, eyes still a little glazed. "Ah've done got off twice now, an y'all ain't managed it once. Ain't right." Slowly, almost reluctantly, she slid backwards down' Jackie's body. Her lips and tongue explored heavy, soft breasts and a firm belly as she went, savoring the taste of sweat and her own arousal on her lover. When she finally knelt between Jackie's spread thighs, she grunted a little as she tried to find a comfortable way to rest her healing leg.

"Now, Ah ain't done nothin' like this never," she commented, feeling a little self-conscious as she examined Jackie's glistening lips. "So, y'all'll have ta let me know how Ah kin improve..." With that, and another moment's hesitation, she leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Jackie's pussy. Then, still feeling hesitant and embarrassed, she ran her tongue over the smooth, bare flesh. "Gawd, y'all taste good," she groaned, leaning in and dragging her tongue over Jackie's lips again. Hesitating, she tried to remember what Jackie had done to her. Then she worked a finger into her lover's cunt, staring wide-eyed at the sight of her pale digit stretching the woman a little, and lapped at her again. "But how'm Ah doin'?"
 
She noticed when Sam froze and Jackie worried she'd said the wrong thing. Was 'beautiful' not a way she wanted to be described? Jackie frowned briefly when Sam argued, but her lips were stopped with a fierce kiss. So it would be a discussion for later then. She made a small noise into the kiss, bringing her free hand to Sam's cheek, but whined in protest when her finger slipped from her. God but she felt so good! Even better when her hand tangled in her hair and Sam shuddered and gasped through her second orgasm.

"It's okay," Jackie assured her when she insisted it wasn't right that she hadn't cum yet. "I can take care of myself, promise."

But Sam was having none of it. Slowly she slid down her body, trailing her lips and tongue over her bare flesh. Jackie looked down her body at Sam when she mentioned that she'd never done this before and wanted feedback. The kiss was hesitant and sweet and Jackie smiled, sliding her hand through Sam's hair. Then the bounty hunter got serious, sliding a finger inside her and lapping at her pussy. It had been so long since someone had done this to her...it felt so good! She bit her lip and arched her lower back even as Sam asked how she was doing.

"Perfectly," she groaned, tugging gently at Sam's hair. "But you talk to much kemosabe." She looked down and smiled to let her know she was teasing, but really she was too nervous about it. The review could come after.
 
Well, it was nice to know that she was on the right track. Because Goddamn she was enjoying Jackie's taste and feel, and it felt good to know that she appreciated it too. Didn't feel as good as when Jackie had done it to her, mind, but she wasn't goung to complain. Not when Jackie was pulling her face back down between her thighs and bucking her hips against her mouth and moaning like that. So Sam returned to her efforts with a will, running her tongue up and down Jackie's bare lips and working a second finger into her.

"Gawd," Sam whispered, breath hot on Jackie's damp skin, "y'all taste good. An' sound good." And all of it made her almost want to cry. More'n ten years she'd been afraid of this, afraid that God would judge her for her... her unnatural lusts. But how could God have made her like this, made her to enjoy this, and then condemn her for it?

He wouldn't. God was love, after all. It was that Preacher-man who'd filled her with fear and hate, not God. And fuck no, she wasn't doing this, not now. Not with Jackie's pussy under her tongue and ariund her fingers. So, to distract herself, she slid her free hand down her lean, scarred belly and stroked her own newly-shaven pussy. "Gawd," she moaned, lapping at Jackie's clit as she slid two fingers into herself. "Ah wanna taste y'all... when y'all cum."
 
Jackie bit her lip and tried not to squirm too much but the bounty hunter just felt so fucking good! Her hand tightened in her hair, holding her in place firmly but gently as she bucked against Sam's mouth, trying not to get too lost in the pleasure and scare her by forgetting that this was her first time. Jackie's heels dug into the low mattress as she moaned and her free hand slid up absently to play with her breast. She was too good for this to be her first time, she decided. This was too incredible. Still, each time she nearly crested that wave Sam's tongue would move and she would lose it again.

"God I'm so close," Jackie whispered. Sam wanted to taste her when she came. She squeezed her eyes closed against the pleasure and took a firmer grip on Sam's hair. "Fuck Sam fuck I--ah God!"

Her pussy clenched down on Sam's fingers as she came with a cry, arching her hips and lower back off of the bed and gripping Sam's hair almost painfully tightly. Jackie's entire body went rigid for a few long moments before she collapsed back onto the mattress, breathing heavily and looking down at the woman between her thighs.

"Goddamn!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "No way that was your first time, girl. No fuckin' way. You'd have to have some imagination to make it up on the fly like that."
 
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