An O'Driscoll's Secret Lover
There was little sound within the camp when Kieran had pulled the thin cover over his body, attempting to find comfort on the cold grassy ground. The moon was seen dimly through a few trees ahead of him and the crackle of the fireplace could faintly be heard. He could hear some of the horses though as they snorted and shuffled their hooves. They weren't too far from where he lay and seemed to be the only living thing that tolerated his presence. He was kind of happy to be a little ways away from the others in the camp. Bill and Sean consistently harassed him during the day, saying that they're going to kill him, maim his body, that one wrong move and he's a dead man. It was like he was just their plaything to pick on. Some days it made him angry. Some days it made him want to cry. And others he just put up with it and moved on with his chores.
The only people who'd been nice to him, or at least decent, had been the girls. At least some of them. Mrs. Adler didn't seem too keen on being friendly with him. But it was a different story with the others. Mary Beth, Tilly, Karen. He felt like a wussy whenever they would stand up for him or console him after the boys berated his character but he also knew they were the only ones he could talk too. They were genuine. And Mary Beth was the friendliest of those three. She had given him nourishment when he was tied to the tree. She referred to him by his name more often than just "O'Driscoll." She didn't make fun of him when he admitted he couldn't read. She also sometimes just sat with him on the outskirts of camp like where he lay now and chatted about their past. A little bit about his childhood and what she did before becoming a thief. It was those evenings with Pearson's stew in their hands or mornings with coffee cups that he enjoyed the most.
Some nights he had dreamt about her and him kissing in the sunset or her admitting to him that she loved him. He thought of himself as a fool whenever he woke up. He'd have to be quick to bunch up his blanket or wash it before anyone noticed the wet spot. As Kieran tried closing his eyes this night, with the distant sound of snoring and the fireplace, he hoped silently for another dream. Sleep seemed to come relatively easy to him. After a few moments, the atmosphere around him drained away and he was left with the bliss of nocturnal rest. That is, until a small twig snapping at the foot of his sleeping spot broke the blackness and made his eyes peel apart.
He felt like it was reality at first but when his pupils adjusted to the dim moonlight and he saw the figure of a woman in front of him, he knew deep down it couldn't be real. She slowly moved to his right and sat down on the blanket Kieran laid on now, big enough when spread out for a few people. He turned his head and hers quickly snatched toward his own. The voice was all he needed to hear to know who it was. That sweet, soft, comforting voice of Mary Beth Gaskill. "Are you awake?" she asked, gently.
He didn't answer for a moment. He didn't think he could talk competently in this dream. He muttered something like "yeah" before shifting slightly under the thin cover so that he sat more upright.
"I'm sorry if you wanted to sleep," she said. The moonlight was dim but Kieran could make out some of her features. Her brown hair was let down and her eyes caught lamps from the camp, making them shine small orange sparks. She was wearing her white nightgown and was barefoot. Kieran thought to himself that if this were a dream then he could do whatever he wanted. He could lean up and kiss her right now and it wouldn't matter. But for some reason he was stuck in quicksand, his mind moving like a turtle. "I… I wanted you to have some company, Kieran. You're alone so often at night. I thought maybe you'd like not to be alone."
He gulped and managed a few words. "Yeah, I'm… you're fine, Mary Beth. I wasn't really asleep anyway." Slowly, as his mind came to, Kieran realized that this could not be a dream. He was sensing too many things. The cool night air, the nervousness between them, the sounds of the camp, the smell of dirt and grass. His heart began to beat faster and he rubbed his forehead as if it would take him away from this bizarre moment. Then her hand touched the side of his cheek. Her fingers brushed his patchy facial hair.
"Are you feeling okay?" she asked, her face not too far from his own. Her hand was like that of an angel. He felt a small twitch in his pants as his fella got excited. It happened before when she rested her head on his shoulder after dinner. He was so embarrassed and prayed the whole time she wouldn't notice anything. He thought she hadn't.
"I'm fine, miss," he spoke quietly. "Just surprised you'd bother to visit me so far from the campfire." She looked at the ground and gave a small grin. She remained silent for a few seconds before turning her gaze back towards his.
"I… I kinda wanted to just be alone…with you, Kieran. Everyone else looked to be sound asleep and I thought I could visit you." Her hand moved down to the dirty white cotton shirt he had on. She felt his thumping chest through the material. Her eyes moved there as well. "It might sound silly and all. It probably does. But I feel like… well like we know each other more than some of the others might. That we understand each other." Kieran gulped and felt his pants become even tighter. He pleaded to whatever power was above that she wouldn't notice. But in the end it wouldn't matter either way.
Mary Beth Gaskill wanted that part of him.
"I think so too, miss. You're the only one who's been decent to me. More than decent. And I don't know if I really deserved any more than that."
Her eyes looked at his again, deeply and with a fire in them that Kieran Duffy had never seen in a woman before. There seemed to be a never-ending stand still there for what must have only been a few seconds. But when her hand dragged down his chest and abdomen and reached his pelvis, feeling the hard erection through the cover and pants, their silence burst into motion like the first move of a gun duel.
Her lips latched onto his so suddenly that Kieran nearly pulled away at first. But the feeling of Mary Beth pressing her mouth against his sunk in and he knew it was too good to stop. Even if this was a dream, the most vivid dream any man must've ever had, he never wanted to wake up. Her hand fondled his erection and squeezed the hardness she felt. "Let me be more than decent to you tonight, Kieran," she said when she pulled her lips away. "And you me. I… I want you."
He stammered for words. He was so focused on not orgasming just by her touch through two layers of material that he barely had time to make meaningful sentences. "Me too," was what he managed. She quickly kissed him once again before beginning to take off her nightgown. Kieran breathed in deeply as Mary Beth's chest was exposed to the cold night air, her round breasts jiggling as they were released from their cage. They hung off of her young body without any sag. Her pink nipples were erect from the chilliness as well as her own horniness and the man couldn't stop himself from eyeing them as she watched his reaction. Giving a small smile, Mary Beth grabbed his right hand and guided it up from the ground to her soft flesh. She squeezed his hand, which made Kieran tightened his grip around her breast. He could feel the tip press against his palm and the small moans of tingling pleasure the woman got when he moved his hand around her. With his warm hand now tightly playing with her mound, she removed her own and pulled down her undergarment to her knees. It took Kieran a moment to notice but when he did and saw the outline of her sex, he looked back up at her eyes. She pulled it down past her feet and leaned down over his upper body to kiss him once more.
Kieran pulled the cover off of his body and quickly attempted to pull off his pants. Mary Beth chuckled at his excitement and helped yank the bunched-up trousers off his ankles and tossed them onto the cold wet ground. The O'Driscoll in the heat of the moment did not think about being nervous how she'd react to his dick. He felt like he had been let loose in a way. His penis bounced free of his underwear as he pulled them down his thighs. The head was glossy in the soft moonlight and swayed at the sudden movement. Kieran felt the small bit of embarrassment come over him as he saw her eyes move down to his genitals. He was around average size, a bit over six inches. From his time sitting in bars and saloons playing poker or drinking with his old unsavory friends, if he could ever call them that, he heard his fair share of whores and prostitutes speaking about what men were like behind the door. How this guy's was nearly too big or that they should've paid him for his prowess. Other times he heard them remark on how it was a little worm or that they nearly couldn't help from giggling.
Kieran didn't see Mary Beth Gaskill giggling at him in this moment. She looked at his erect penis standing over his sack and the part of his stomach showing from his partially lifted shirt. He felt like muttering something about how he hoped it wasn't disappointing when her quick, smart eyes moved back up to his. His tongue was caught in his throat. He couldn't speak as this goddess sat over him, her nude form on display for his eyes only. Perhaps only this night and never more. With no words, Mary Beth grasped the middle of his shaft with her hand and used her index finger to touch the swelling head. Kieran moaned audibly at the touch and felt the sensitive surge of pleasure go through his penis. Her other hand touched and then grasped his balls as she began to stroke him.
"You being so… ready is really making me feel a certain type of way, Kieran," Mary Beth spoke as her soft hand rubbed up and down his hot throbbing member. Arousal coated her fingertips and made them slide easily around his upper length. "I want you to be honest with me." Kieran looked at her with worry. "Is this your first time?"
"First time with… with a woman?" he stupidly asked. She nodded while stroking his penis. "Not necessary. I've been with women before at certain places." This was true. Whilst at these places before and during his time with the O'Driscoll's, Kieran would muster up the courage to ask one of the ladies for a good time. One instance he wrongly assumed a shapely woman sitting alone to be a prostitute and nearly got killed by her husband when he returned from relieving himself. That was one of the few times his fellow men under Colm's lead stood up for him. And beat the husband so hard his wife had to carry him out. Kieran did not miss those days.
"Oh," she said, somewhat surprised. I guess I am that pathetic looking, he thought. "I should've known that. I'm sorry."
"You're fine, miss." Her skillful hands slid up and down his cock, his arousal making it faster and smoother. Then, without warning, Mary Beth lifted one leg over his lower abdomen and then followed suit with the other. She sat on him, slightly in front of his penis. Kieran was looking up at her round breasts and increasing breath. He realized what was about to happen and used his hands to hold onto her waist. Lifting herself up again slightly, Mary Beth grabbed the base of his penis and slowly found her entrance. She and Kieran moaned in unison at the wet friction and vibrations of their sexes touching.
"Oh, fuck," the woman said at the sensation. "Kieran…" Her folds parted bit by bit as his pulsating tip rubbed along her vulva. Miss Gaskill turned her head up and closed her eyes as she felt him slowly penetrate her. She gasped loudly and Kieran groaned as her tight vagina enclosed around him and began stroking his member as he pushed in. It was around this moment that he realized how quickly he was going to come. He sensed it inside of his balls first, that little change in feeling like something was building up. Mary Beth lifted herself slowly and moved back down on his penis, the extremely hard shaft being perfectly suitable despite Kieran's original concerns. The sounds of night such as swaying trees, crickets, and the distant fire crackle were drowned away now. All the camp members that harassed him were a distant dream. His past didn't matter. Mary Beth Gaskill was the only world he knew in these first couple minutes.
Her breasts were pressed forward like the bow of a ship as her neck arched back slightly. Kieran's right hand moved up to touch her mound and squeeze the soft, pliable flesh. This gave her even more pleasure and she began to bring her speed up, her vagina moving up and down his erect shaft, only the head staying inside before she pushed herself back down. The warmth, wetness, and tightness of her was too much to bare, however. And Kieran Duffy soon felt his balls churning and the rising sensation of himself ready to explode. "I'm going to finish," he said too low for her to hear. By the time he tried to say it louder it was too late. He moaned loudly and felt his tip twitch and spasm as his cock let loose inside of Mary Beth. His orgasm spurted deep into her as she was nearing the base. The head became incredibly sensitive and before she stopped moving to realize what happened, his eyes rolled back, feeling her vagina move and shift along him. When she did come to the knowledge a few seconds after he came inside of her, she first was surprised. At the same time as she was concerned, her legs quivered and she felt herself grow wetter at this sensation. The sensation of this man she felt she cared for climaxing inside of her made her moan deeply in the moment. Kieran saw this and mustered up the courage to use his left hand to grabbed hold of her rear, firmly taking the soft cheek in his grasp. The last of his orgasm was pushed out of his penis and into her as she rose herself up again, sending a surge of tingles through Kieran. There was a moment of quiet bliss after his climax was finished and he removed his hands from her body. His eyes opened to look at her. She looked right back at him.
"I'm sorry," he said, realizing his short stent. "I should have—
Mary Beth Gaskill put a finger to his lip. It was wet from touching him earlier. "Can you get hard again?" Her voice was resolute. He was taken aback but understood the question.
"It might be a minute or two," he answered, them both feeling him wilt inside of her vagina. Some of his cum seeped down the shaft and onto his groin as she settled down on top of him.
"I can wait a minute or two," she spoke softly and leaned onto his chest, putting her head above his. She planted a kiss on his lips and then another. Kieran raised his hands again and wrapped them around the small of her back. He felt he had gained some kind of courage through Mary Beth tonight. Although, it was also not uncomfortable to have her on top. She was a fairly petite woman. She slowly grinded herself against his pelvis to make him get erect faster. "I wonder if anyone heard us," she whispered into his ear before nibbling at it slightly. Kieran Duffy was surprised by how much that small gesture turned him on. She might have been younger than him but she was far better versed in the delicate ways of love. "I don't care," she said. "Not now at least."
He moved his right hand to cup her cheek and looked upon her face. In the light it would be easier to see her vivid green eyes and freckles, but this goddess still seemed too beautiful than he could ever deserve in this darkness. Kieran gasped as she took his thumb in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She closed her eyes as she sucked on his digit before he pulled it out. He felt himself begin to grow firmer inside of her.
"Oh, that feels really nice," she said as she noticed as well. The shaft began to rise and throb as blood filled it once more and made it increasingly erect. "Really…nice." She was incredibly wet from his previous orgasm, making it painless to have him getting bigger. She gave a deep groan at the sensation of being slowly filled and having her vagina touched by his member again. It rubbed along her sensitive pleasure ridden sex. She could feel the strength coming back to it and how it throbbed and twitched inside of her. It aroused Mary Beth Gaskill in a way that even her silly romance books hadn't. She'd read and poured over the intense sensual descriptions in those novels and stories but never had thought of the kind of passion she felt now.
Kieran grabbed hold of Mary Beth by her lower waist and thighs and lifted her slightly. She made a gentle wince of bliss that told him she appreciated his initiative. He sighed into her ear as she pulled her head down by his. Wanting her to feel as good as he did, Kieran did not stop and kept his movements, bringing her body down to the base of his now fully hardened cock, the tip screaming in excitement as her vagina ravished him. Mary Beth moaning into his ear was everything he wanted in the last month. Her pillowy breasts pressed against his shirt.
After a few minutes of pushing himself in and out of her, Kieran began to hear her gasps and moans increase and her vagina grow tighter around him. Assuming that she was nearing her climax, he attempted to bring up the speed slightly. "Don't stop, Kieran," she said quietly into his ear. "Don't stop. I'm so close."
"Okay," he said through his increasing breaths. Her body moved up and down his, her nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. Mary Beth began to shriek in carnal heaven as her orgasm built inside of her. Her arms wrapped tight around Kieran's upper body, holding him in place but allowing him to still thrust himself into her.
"Oh god. I'm going to come, Kieran."
"Me too," he said. "Do you want me to pull out this time?"
Mary Beth Gaskill's orgasm hit hard and powerfully as he thrusted his penis as far as he could manage. Her vagina clamped down on him and stroked his sensitive member as she contracted and squeezed along his length. Kieran pressed his head into her neck and kissed her long and forcefully as she came on top of him. His right hand grabbed ahold of her soft rear and held her body in place. Mary Beth felt like her legs got weaker and her body was on fire. Pleasure soared through her as her sex tightened around Kieran. Him kissing her neck and touching sensitive parts of her body only increased the strength of her orgasm. She had never seen this part of him before. This loving and fierce sensual side. This night she had come to love it.
Her contractions started slowing for her after a while but Kieran soon found himself at the edge of his second climax. He pulled his lips from her neck to wince loudly. "Try to pull out this time," she whispered.
"Fine." With that, Duffy lifted her up slightly just as his head twitched and barely got out by the time his semen shot out onto her folds. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Mary Beth kissed his lips. He could feel his sex pump itself below and hit part of her ass as well as her inner thigh. The warmth from her body over his on this cold night was a place of respite he never wished to leave. The feeling of her bare legs wrapped around his. Her breasts pressed snuggly against his chest. Her soft pink lips touching his own. His softening penis laid against her skin. He opened his eyes to look upon this woman whom no man deserved, in his mind. "I think I… that I love you, Mary Beth." He never thought he would say those words to her person. That he would always be too afraid. He didn't want to be afraid anymore. She just looked at him for a few seconds and gave a sweet grin.
"I'm glad you do," she said. "Cause I'm afraid I feel the same, Kieran."
Note from Author:
I hope that you enjoyed reading this newest short story. It took longer than I thought it would to write but I've had some other things to do lately. And I always try to push it out mostly error free. However, I think I like how it came out in the end. If this is your first time reading something of mine and want more I have three other short stories currently. I'm thinking for the next one, which should be ready in August, I'll hop back into the Witcher universe. Unless I come up with something else of course. Feel free to leave a review if you enjoyed or have thoughts on the story. Thank you