Friday Night Special -- No caption. This can stand on its own two feet.

"'Oh, Bobby, Bobby, we're being so wicked.  On a Sunday, no less.'
'Naw, honey, we're being good.'
'I ain't never felt nothin' like this.'
He struggled to keep his mouth attached to her breast.
'Easy, sugar, you're flat gonna pitch me off.'
'Oh, Bobby, I just can't stand it. You make me want to move.'
'That does it,' Billy said, feverishly reaching beneath her skirts, pulling down her drawers, touching her wetness.
Dumpling froze. 'Bobby, this is going too fast -'
Billy smiled tenderly into her eyes. 'Don't you trust me, sugar?'
'Oh, yes!'
'Just hold onto me tight, then. And call me Billy.'
'Billy?'
'Billy. Yeah, Billy. It's my nickname.  But only when we're alone.'
'All right... Billy.'
'Ah, you make me wild when you call me that.'
His merest stroking made her wilder yet. Billy tried to hold Dumpling still as he caught her lips in a sweet, tender kiss. When he felt her relaxing, responding, felt the wetness spreading between her thighs, he thought he might explode right then and there, his passion for her was so overpowering. Struggling to keep control, he eased his fingers away and mounted her. She panicked and clenched her thighs together.
'Billy!'
He smiled down into her eyes. 'Let me in, darling. Spread those thighs. Come on, now. There, that's so good...'
Dumpling complied, only to cry out as Billy began to penetrate her. 'Billy - oh, it smarts.'
'I know, angel, but not for long.' Smiling, he positioned himself firmly between her thighs, so she wouldn't be able to close on him again. 'You know you're a big woman where it matters, and just as small where it counts.'
Dumpling smiled then, only to scream softly as Billy penetrated her fully. Even as shudders shook them both, she tossed her head and bit a fist. 'Oh, Billy, Billy. Oh, it hurts, but so damn good!'
Billy was beyond replying, totally focused on the exquisite womanflesh squeezing about him. Dumpling was tight, velvety, so hot. He eased back and forth, tasting her, teasing her, spreading her wetness. Her moans further stoked his passions, and even though she was slick now, her virgin flesh gripped him with a pressure and friction that almost shattered his control. He pulled back and penetrated deep, beginning to move in earnest.
The sounds of Dumpling's hoarse cries reached his ears, urging him on. He plunged again and again, heightening the torment, driving them both to ecstasy. At last he fell on her, kissing her as she clung to him and quietly sobbed in pleasure and release.
'You all right, sugar?' Billy asked afterward. He and Dumpling had undressed and lay naked beneath the sheets.
Stretching like a plump, contented cat, Dumpling grinned back. 'I'm fine.'
He moved aside the sheet and glanced down. 'Ain't that blood on the sheet?'
She eyed him dreamily. 'Yeah, Billy, ain't no doubt a'tall that you're my first.'
'Ah, honey.' Brimming with pride, he leaned over and kissed her breast. 'Sure you're all right?'
She chuckled. 'Reckon I'm as sore as a greenhorn after a bronco ride - but I ain't never felt better.'
Billy cuddled Dumpling close and ran his tongue over her cheek. 'Ready for another ride, angel?'
'Just pitch me into the saddle, cowboy.'"

Bushwhacked Bride -- Eugenia Riley

Comments

[Shannon]

My brain hurts. I think some brain cells fell out and trickled down Dumpling's thighs.

[The Wife]

I love, love, LOVE this one.  UW picked it up today at the used book store.  It's... amazing.  THIS is the author that ghost writes for Fabio.  I think she's my new favorite.
*sigh*  Will there ever be one this perfect again?

[Matt's Sis]

Is it bad of me that I was reading it in the "Beel & Sookeh Stackhouse" voices?

*hasn't been around 'cause comp was being repaired*

[Matt]

*Horrified shout*
NOOOooooooooo!

[Deanatroi]

That was so confusing. I take it he's posing as Bobby? She sounds "one Jimmy short of a pair of Choos" as I read in a book today. She's that stupid? And what the hell kind of name is "Dumpling" - unless I guess they're referring to her brain.

Shannon - your brain hurts? Sounds like hers had been fried at some time.

[The Wife]

Matt's Sis, we figured that Matt would let us know if something were wrong. Glad you're okay. Now join our forum. :D

D, Yeah, I think he was masquerading as Bobby. From what I can tell, Dumpling IS her name, though. I think I'll actually be reading this one.

[Matt]

Sis has been reading "over my shoulder" so to speak, so while she was on a loaner machine, she didn't post.
She was on, but preferred her machine for posting and such.
So nothing was truly wrong, she just didn't want to use a machine that wasn't hers for posting.
*picky picky!*

[The Wife]

So she's particular. Nothing wrong with being particular. Now tell her to join our forum!

[Gissel]

This is so bad that it's actually good :-D

[The Wife]

I really do love it.

[Matt]

She looked at me like I sprouted wings and horns.
Of course, sis ALWAYS looks at me like I'm some bizarre hallucination.

[The Wife]

That's what sisters are SUPPOSED to do. I look at my brothers that way. They confuse me to no end.

[Rebecca]

You're right. No caption needed. I don't even know where a person would begin to try to pinpoint that one.... wow. All I can say is wow.

[The Wife]

It's even better when you read it aloud. I read it aloud to UW in parts, then he read it aloud to me. It was *amazing.*

[Karla]

That was....GLORIOUS.

Now why did I have the image of sticky backseat leather and a young Warren Oates?

(Not slammin' Mr. Oates here. I find him quite delicious.)

[The Wife]

*closing eyes and humming, closing eyes and humming* I don't want to THINK about it.

[ellew]

Oh holy mother of all things made of eyebleach and earplugs, HELP us. So, so wrong.

[The Wife]

If this is wrong, I don't wanna be right. I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with this quote.

[Missy Childers]

ggrrrhh, all that action and he forgot to rip her bodice.

[The Wife]

I don't think Bobby/Billy is quite educated enough to even know what a bodice is. He DID manage to actually deflower her, though, so perhaps he does have SOME clue.

[Olivia]

Are they red necks? They are the voices I was hearing in my head.

[The Wife]

They do appear to be southern/western of some sort. I don't know if they're actual rednecks, since I didn't read the book. Yet.