Teaching Miss Maisie Jane (14 page)

“What
was she like?” Maisie Jane asked.

“Uppity,”
Cora answered honestly. “Now, don’t you repeat this, but I didn’t care much for her. She thought she was too good to be a homesteader’s wife. Brett did real good by her, but it seemed like nothing was ever good enough. She sat around reading ladies magazines and books all the time and Brett did everything. I felt sorry for him, I did. She didn’t act like no wife I’ve ever known. She was a selfish one, too. I asked one time to borrow a book ‘cause Levi likes me to read to him in the winter months when we have more time. Well, she got real snooty about it. She said she didn’t like to loan her books out because people didn’t return them.”

Maisie
Jane gasped. “She was calling you a thief?”

“Well,”
Cora said shaking her head. “I wouldn’t go that far, but I never asked to borrow anything again. People of the land, we have depend on each other, help each other or we don’t survive out here. The only person that one wanted to help was herself.”

“She
was being nasty,” Maisie Jane exclaimed. “You can borrow or keep any book we have Cora. I’ll bring every single one of them over here if you want. I’m so sorry she treated you that way.”

“Honey,
you don’t have to apologize for something she did. I have tougher skin than to let some uppity girl bother me. Now don’t you worry about that, and you better get to checking on those pies in the oven.”

Jake
picked up Maisie Jane from Cora’s back door and tipped his hat as he did every day. “Lord, woman, what’s in that basket?  It smells like heaven!”

Maisie
Jane laughed. “It’s a surprise, I hope it stays warm until we get home.”

Jake
looked up at the sky. “We might get our first snow tonight.”  Before he lifted her up onto the saddle, he pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around her. “I’m going to have to get back in town, and get you a coat.”

“And,
some boy boots,” Maisie Jane said.

“No,
boy boots,” Jake said, “You’ve got brand new shoes.”

“They
hurt,” Maisie Jane whined. “A person shouldn’t have to walk around with sore toes all the time.”

“A
person shouldn’t have to walk around with a sore bottom all the time either, but you keep sassing me and you’re going to get one,” Jake teased.

“I
thought you’d given up on that,” Maisie Jane said with a tilt to her head and a sideways look.

“Nope,”
Jake said grinning. “Although, I do think you’ve set a record. Four whole weeks without a spanking.”

The first snowfall of the season. Jake climbed out of bed and looked out the window to near a foot on the ground. He got dressed, went out to take care of the animals and on the way back in picked up another armload of wood. Then he went to the pump and washed up, extra careful. He carried the wood on into the bedroom.

“Oh,”
said Maisie Jane, sitting up. “Are we running late?  I have to get to your breakfast.”

Jake
sat down on the bed and began to pull his boots off. “There’s no hurry this morning; we got our first snow last night.”

Maisie
Jane jumped up and looked out the window, and shivered. “Does that mean we’re snowed in now for the winter?”

“No,”
said Jake said pulling her back down on the bed. “It’s too warm to stick long. This will probably melt off by late day, tomorrow at the latest. What it means though, is that Cora won’t expect you this morning and I have you all too myself. I’ve been missing you.”

Maisie
Jane grinned. “I thought the whole idea of me going to Cora’s was so you’d have meals you could eat.”

“The
only thing I’m interested in eating this morning is you.” Jake promised and he started with her lips.

Maisie
gave a whimper when he left her lips and moved down to her breasts to devour and suckle.

Jakes
hand went between her legs and she arched to his touch. “Touch me, darling,” Jake whispered in her ear. “Make me feel as good as I make you feel.”

Maisie
Jane’s half-closed eyes flew open. “Am I allowed to?”

Jake
chuckled and drew her hand down to his cock. “You can touch it, stroke it, kiss it, and play with it in your mouth. You can even suckle it, like I do your breasts and your sweet little pussy. This might take a while before you get used to it,. We’ll go at your own pace, I won’t push you any farther than you want to go and if you don’t want to do it, that would fine too.”

Maisie
Jane’s fingers were tentative and skittish but she moved her fingers up and down his shaft and when he began to harden she looked surprised that she could make it do that. Jake shifted to his back and lay still. He didn’t want to frighten her; he wanted to allow her natural curiosity to overcome her timidity. Maisie Jane hadn’t been at all timid about what he did to her, but asking her to return it was hard on some women. He’d move no further than she was willing go, and then he reward her by giving her everything he had in him to satisfy her needs.

Maisie
Jane’s shifted down closer, looking at him, trailing her fingers up and down and round the head of his cock.

Jake
stiffened to a full hard-on but he watched her face. She wasn’t frightened, she wasn’t disgusted; she was still curious. She picked up his cock and looked under it at his balls and he swallowed hard to keep still and then decided he couldn’t stand it any longer. He was about to explode and that might frighten her. He took her arm and pulled her back up to his chest and rolled so he was in the dominant position and began to kiss her again and work his way down her body.

Maisie
Jane really, really liked when Jake took her in his mouth. He made her feel like every part of her was precious to him. And, she knew he really liked it when she had what he called orgasms. That was another word she wasn’t supposed to ever say out loud or talk about. She didn’t think she’d mind touching it or kissing it, or even playing with it with her tongue, but she wasn’t sure about putting it in her mouth. It was awful big.

Jake
was slow and deliberate and very thorough and Maisie Jane responded to his very touch.

Maisie
lit a fire in the stove stop to fix a breakfast for them. She was good at cooking breakfast now. They hadn’t left the bed until it was mid-morning and Jake would be back. He was doing her chores because he’d told her not to get dressed. Maisie Jane tightened the tie on the dressing gown she’d found in one of the bureau drawers and tried not to trip over the trailing long hem. Jake’s words to her before he’d left the house thrilled and scandalized her.

“I’m
going to get up, but only because I have to. Don’t bother putting anything on underneath that robe. I want to think about you being naked and waiting for me.”

Maisie
Jane’s insides were thumping. When Jake looked at her, she knew he knew it, too because he flashed her that wicked smile. It was one thing to be naked in a bed, it was entirely different to be walking around the house with no undergarments under her robe.

It
didn’t take long for Jake to get the eggs and milk the cow. Maisie Jane had biscuits and gravy waiting for him, hot on the stove and was setting the table with plates when he came through the door. He put the eggs and milk down and came straight to her pulling her into a long deep kiss. Then he pushed his hands inside the robe, and between her legs. He picked up the two plates and set them on the sideboard.

“Jake,
your breakfast,” Maisie Jane protested.

“I’m
having more breakfast,” Jake said laying her back on the table and spreading the robe open. He pushed her legs up on the table, sat down in the chair and consumed her again, and again. Finally, he stood up, dropped his pants and surged into her hard, urgent, and needy all the while suckling her breasts and rubbing that little nubbin. Maisie Jane took him in deeper and deeper and gripped her legs around his waist and then went higher at his urging and over his shoulders as he never stopped pumping. When the massive wave of pleasure came, Maisie Jane’s body sucked him in deeper even as he plunged and pounded and pounded until her body and his shook with shudder after shudder of release. Then, he fell into her, kissing, panting and pleading for more.

“Maisie
Jane, I can’t get enough of you. I crave you. I need you.”  Jake clung to her as she lowered her legs to his waist and he picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom. “Don’t move a muscle until I come back,” Jake panted and he left the bedroom.

Maisie
Jane curled up and hugged herself. This was the lust that Maria had spoken to her about, she’d had to look that word up in the dictionary. It was wonderful and she wanted it, and liked it, but love had to come too. It just had too.

Jake
came back bedroom, naked and shivering. “Damn it’s cold in that water closet, might as well be in the privy out back. He dived under the covers and pulled Maisie close to him.

Maisie
Jane squealed. “You’re cold!”

“Nothing
you can’t fix,” Jake promised and it was promise he kept.

Nothing
but pure starvation could separate Jake from Maisie Jane that day and finally it did, but only when he was sure he going to walk bow-legged for the next few days. Lord, but the little gal turned him on, hardened him up and just about pulverized him. He’d be glad when winter was on full on them. He didn’t want to share her, not even with Cora. He wanted her all to himself.

They
finally emerged from the bedroom, hungry for real food. Jake built up the fires again and Maisie scrapped out the congealed gravy and fried up some bacon to add to the biscuits. She separated the milk, and put eggs and milk and cream into containers and put them in the water closet brass tub and covered it with quilt. They’d discovered that the brass tub held the cold better than the cellar because it was the coldest room in the house. Maisie scrubbed down the table to the smirks of Jake and set the table again, but Jake pushed one of the plates away and set her down on his lap and fed her a piece of biscuit and then another.

“Are
you happy, Maisie Jane?”

“Very
happy,” Maisie Jane said feeling very bold. She put her arms around his neck and she started the kissing this time.

Jake
rolled over at daylight but the warm spot he automatically searched for was gone. He smelled coffee. Like a magnet drawn by an invisible force he went straight to Maisie Jane. She was dressed and had the cook top stove fired up, with a pot of coffee on, a pan of eggs frying on one burner plate and a pan of bacon frying on the other. She dropped the oven door and expertly took a pan of biscuits out and set them on the sideboard.

“Look
at you. Just a whipping out that food and it smells real good.”

Maisie
Jane laughed. “I thought you might be hungry for something besides me.”

Jake
chuckled and walked over to kiss her. “Watch what you’re talking about honey, you don’t want to talk dirty.”

“Why
is okay for you to say it, but not me?” Maisie Jane protested.

“Because
I’m a man and you’re a young lady, and ladies don’t refer to such things,” Jake said.

Maisie
Jane rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t make sense. It’s okay for me to do things, but it’s not okay for me to talk about it.”

“Maisie
Jane,” Jake snapped out his whole attitude changing from teasing to serious and stern. “I’ll not have dirty talk coming out of your mouth. Now, unless you want your mouth washed out with soap you’d better heed.”

Maisie
Jane knew she’d stepped over the line. What was okay for men was not okay for proper ladies. It was same for swearing and bunch of other things. She lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“All
right,” Jake agreed. “Just mind your manners. Now as much as I enjoyed yesterday, I’d like to have my breakfast because I’ve got to catch up on a lot of work today.”

“Me,
too,” Maisie Jane admitted. “Can I take the sewing machine over to Cora’s?”

“You
have a sewing machine?” Jake asked.

Maisie
Jane nodded. “It’s Mrs. Madison’s; she left it behind. Cora and I are going to figure how it works so we can sew. Well, Cora’s going to teach me how to sew, since I don’t know how yet. And I want to give Cora’s some dress goods that Mrs. Madison left behind because it would make a real pretty dress for her. It would be a real nice present to Cora because she’s been so nice to me. And I want to take some books over to Cora’s too. I picked out six. She likes to read to Levi during the winter months and Mrs. Madison was rude to her and wouldn’t let her borrow a book. Wasn’t that mean?  Anyway, maybe you should look at the titles, though, in case it’s something you want to read over the winter. If it is, I’ll swap it out with another.”

Jake
gave his head a shake, and stood for a moment trying work his way through Maisie Jane’s rapid-fire, excited female babble.

“Well?”
  Maisie Jane asked expectantly.

“Yes,
you can take the sewing machine to Cora’s. Yes, you can give her the dress goods; that was nice of you to think of it. Yes, you can take the books. I’m not much of a reader so whatever you picked out is fine. I don’t know if Mrs. Madison was rude and I don’t want you making judgments on someone you never met. And if Cora’s going to teach you to mend, take my shirt with you today.”

“I
forgot your shirt,” Maisie Jane exclaimed and turned to run for it, but Jake captured her swung her off her feet and kissed her.

“And,
good morning to you, too!”