Finally, the chapter that you have all been waiting for! Contains explicit material. Enjoy.
8. Curveball
I tied the straps of the overalls around my waist, bothered by the looseness on my shoulders. I grumbled the whole way down the stairs of course, upset that my anticipated moment had been ruined, but pushed all those disappointments behind me as I walked into her dining room. I remembered that room well, I had been over to her house for dinner plenty of times before, especially right after my parents died. Her Granny wouldn't have me starving or anything. I nervously fidgeted as we entered the room, finding it somewhat strange to be there when I had so much on my mind, even more strange when I realized I hadn't seen her family in what must have been a year. Applejack directed me over to the table and pulled up one of the spare chairs they had for when family was over. She put the chair right next to her own and gestured for me to come and sit down.
"Well, if ma ol' eyes ain't deceivin' me," Granny Smith's old shaky voice had hardly changed, and I looked over at her as she pushed her walker into the room, moseying slowly due to her bad hip, "I'd know that Rainbow-noggin in the dead of night, Rainbow Dash, come over here an' give Granny a hug!"
"Heya Granny," I politely replied and did as I was told. I hadn't hugged the old coot in a good long while, and while I had grown she had seemed to shrink into this bony, shaking old woman. She did not let her age or size deter her though, as she went right ahead and smacked me on the back of the head, "Ouch!"
"Why ain't cha been visitin', y'forgetful whipper-snapper? My grandbaby's been cooped up all lonesome for—" Granny began to babble in that heavy accent of hers until she was stopped.
"Granny!" Applejack interrupted her with embarrassment on her face, as she went around the table and pulled out the chair for her elder. "Rainbow Dash is the captain of nearly every sports team in school, I told you that. She's real busy."
"I reckon y'did, but that don't mean y'can't stop in for a visit now n'then." Granny Smith pulled herself over to the chair and wobbly sat herself down, pushing her walker to the side of the table, "Siddown already, Mac's made one fine stew up."
"I can smell it," Applejack replied as she returned to her seat, watching me grumble and follow after.
"She hit me." I murmured as I rubbed the still sore spot on my head, and Applejack just chuckled at my childishness.
Applebloom came running into the room next, skipping about until Granny told her she was going to break something. She had started talking right away about her friends at school, and damn could that girl talk. I could hardly keep up, she was going on about some career day thing and how she and her friends were going around trying everything to see what they were good at. I think I even heard something about zip lining.
Big mac came in with this huge, tall pot of stew and put it in the middle of the table. It was bubbling and steaming and smelled awesome, but I knew better than to jump up and grab some, there were rules in this house. Applejack stood up and served everyone their share, starting with Granny and Applebloom, then coming around to me. I almost forgot just how warm and tasty the Apple family home-made dinners were. By the time I realized that I was just about finished the stew, I had almost completely forgotten what had brought me there in the first place, all that serious crap. I glanced at Applejack again, noticing the simple smile that played with her lips and shifted her freckles as she listened to her sister go on.
"—And Scootaloo jus'got this mot'rized scooter, it's the coolest!" I tuned back in to the conversation as I brought another spoonful of stew to my mouth, "She's been wantin' one ever since she saw Rainbow Dash ride up on her motorcycle, oh Mac did you see it?"
"Eeyup." Big Mac replied simply as he took a sip of water, smiling at the way Applebloom got when she was excited.
"A motor-m'cycle? What in the hay is that?" Granny Smith asked as her spoon-holding hand shook against her bowl. "Sounds like'a death trap."
"Don't worry Granny, Rainbow rides real safe," Applejack confirmed with a nod, glancing over at me to be certain she was right on that. "Not that I've ever been on it myself."
"Really?" I thought about it for a second, sipping at my spoonful as I tried to remember if I had taken her on it with me. Truth was, I only ever once gave someone a lift, and that was Fluttershy, and she was screaming the whole time and crying for me to let her off even if it meant she'd be late for her shift at the animal shelter. "You're right."
"Maybe you'll have to take me for a ride sometime." Applejack said, and it sounded completely innocent, but her movements contradicted that. I felt her foot touch mine, and at first I thought it was just a mistake, until she started running it up my leg. I nearly choked when I realized she was flirting with me, and I hurriedly tried to drown my blush by drinking a mouthful of water. She smirked at me, I saw it from the corner of my eye. Damn it, she was messing with me, the way I had done in front of all our friends.
"You two sure are growin' up fast, I'll tell y'that much." Granny Smith spoke up again, and we both looked over at her, "I r'member when you two were youngin's, 'bout th'same age as Applebloom, y'all came in for supper all covered in mud and arguin'. Mac and I had to hose y'down before we'd letcha in the house, y'all were shiverin' and shakin' and your clothes were all soakin' wet, you kids were always tryin' my patience."
"I remember," Applejack laughed lightly, but that story did not stop the under-the-table advances as she looped to the inside of my leg and rubbed my ankle and above, teasing me silly. "Big Mac gave Rainbow this big ol' shirt to wear, went right down to her knees."
"Uh, yeah." I spoke up in agreement despite my mind being entirely elsewhere.
"It's hard t'believe that ma sister was ever ir'isponsible!" Applebloom called out with a big grin, sitting up in her chair.
"Oh, she was a handful." Big Mac chuckled lowly, his voice quite a contrast to the feminine voice of Applebloom. Applejack seemed to nestle right in between their tones nicely, it was funny. "Her and Miss Rainbow were always gettin' into trouble and foolin' around."
"That certainly hasn't changed." I muttered quietly, and Applejack shot me a silencing glare as she noticed the innuendo between the lines.
"Applebloom, you mind clearin' the dishes tonight?" Big Mac asked as he stood up and reached for the large pot, which was far too big for the little girl to have carried.
"It's always ma turn." She pouted but obliged, hopping off the wooden chair and gathering some dishes from around the table somewhat clumsily.
Applejack took my finished bowl and handed it to the young girl, who leaned well over the table on her tip-toes to reach it. My clothes were probably almost dry by now, since they were the only things in the dryer and all, but I didn't care to check. I watched Applejack finish cleaning the table while her younger sister started doing the dishes, waiting for her to be mine again. My heart was pounding as I watched her lean over the table with a wash cloth, and even though Big Mac was around I could not restrain myself from leering at her. If he did notice he didn't say anything about it, he was a man of few words anyway.
Applejack glanced up at me from leaning over the wooden table and paused in her circular scrubbing, meeting my eyes. There was something curious about them, something intriguing and pulling, and she stood back up. She must have remembered that we had more to discuss, and she bunched up the rag she was carrying. She barely dipped into the kitchen as she tossed the rag towards the sink, before she came back around and gestured for me to follow her.
I tried to seem casual as I dipped my hands into the pockets of the overalls I was wearing, feeling the fabric that had once hugged her so tightly. My eyes flickered up to her as I followed her up the stairs, and swayed with her hips as she stepped up the creaky wooden stairs. Damn, I was so awfully perverted, but even realizing that did not stop me from looking. She stepped onto the second floor and let her fingers slide along the support bar, making her way to her own bedroom door and tapping it open farther.
"All right, Rainbow," She held the door open as I walked past her, and she closed it up tight right behind me, "I'm all yours." Those words were just what I wanted to hear.
"Look, Applejack, I'm just going to jump right into it." I started as I cleared my throat, letting the mood settle in, "I keep trying to tell you something really important, the reason for all my stupid and thoughtless behaviour. But something always seems to—"
"Applejack, dear, don't f'rget the clothes in the dryer!" Granny Smith's voice carried up the stairs and I almost screamed in frustration.
"Okay, seriously? Did that really just," I groaned loudly as I dug my hands into my scalp, trailing off in my infuriated statement as Applejack called back down to her grandmother.
"I won't Granny!" Applejack shouted as I let out a slow breath, calming myself. She put her hands on her hips and stared at me, ready to listen, "You were sayin'?"
I growled and felt myself lash out a bit, clearing the distance between us with aggressive strides, "I've been trying to put this as, as pleasant and wordy and special as I could, but it's just not working. So you know what? Screw all that bullshit. You want to know how I feel?" I grabbed her by the shoulders and looked at her, right in those beautiful emerald eyes that watched me in surprise, "Fuck it. Applejack, I love you."
It was quiet for a moment after I said that, and Applejack didn't even blink at first. Maybe I had been a bit too forward, maybe I had said it too loud or too roughly or whatever, but it was said now. Applejack just stood there in my hands staring at me like she hadn't heard me right. Her lips moved though, and unexpectedly calm words emerged.
"You love me. That's what you said, ain't it? You love me." Applejack repeated the words again with a faint nod, though she didn't really seem to comprehend it, "Well, that's... I, I mean I thought maybe you had a little crush, or maybe you were just curious or, or I had given you mixed signals, or..." She trailed off slowly as her breath caught in her throat. I nearly fell over when she spoke again, her voice so loud it could not have gone unheard, "You love me?!"
"Well, yeah, I—" I tried to reason with her, but she did not even let me speak before she screamed at me again.
"And when the hell were you gonna tell me?!" A curse slipped from her mouth as she shoved me a bit, but kept right close to me like she was going to strangle me, gesturing wildly with her hands, "Here I am just moseying around, all oblivious like, all blind as a big dumb bumpkin!"
"I don't think you're a bumpkin, A.J., whatever that is." I murmured as I tried to cool her down, looking over my shoulder at her thin door as if it would betray me.
"No, that's exactly what I am, a simpleton who ain't got no wits about her when it comes to her own best friend, shoot, Rainbow!" Applejack groaned as she put her hands over her face, like this was some awful tragedy. "Yeah, sure I had my share'a fantasies, and yeah, after everything that happened lately I had myself a couple'a dirty dreams—"
"Dirty dreams?" I interrupted as my ears perked up, but she was not finished yet.
"But I never thought that any of what you did to me was because you," She pulled in a deep breath like she was going to scream, but the words were soft, "You love me." Her eyes were so focused, and almost seemed hurt or worried. She backed up and fell onto her bed, laying right down onto her back and burying her face in her hands. "Ah, shoot, Rainbow."
"Why are you getting all upset? You know this doesn't really change anything, I've felt this way for as long as I can remember and we've gotten along just fine." I crawled up onto the bed beside her to console her, thinking my words over as they came out of my mouth, "Well, maybe not just fine. But we've gotten along!"
"It changes things, Rainbow." Applejack murmured, though she did not move her hands to look at me. I saw the rosiness appearing on her cheeks that she was trying to hide as she went on, even softer than before, "Because I kinda got all warm and fuzzy inside when you said that."
"What?" I blinked in question. What exactly did that mean?
"Listen, I'm sorry about what happened after the ball game. I got way ahead of myself. I really didn't mean to lead you on like that, I swear it. But when y'kissed me, well, it felt so damn good." Applejack was not the type to swear, but something had compelled her to with substantial verve, and her hands fell around her at the extent of her arms. She was feeling vulnerable as she told me everything, and her pose mirrored that. "It ain't like I never thought about it before, I always wanted to be around you, I admired you. But that was it, just a thought or two, I never let it get much further than that. I couldn't risk anythin' more. I know people these days are much more acceptin' of that lifestyle, but my family was raised on traditional values and beliefs. It just ain't somethin' we address, y'know?" Applejack met my eyes with her own troubled gaze, like she felt guilty about everything, "But when I went over to your house again after all that time apart, and it was so much fun and all, I felt real good. And then, well then you kissed me." She smiled as the memory came back, and she seemed genuinely content, "It scared me s'much because it didn't feel wrong, or weird or nothin', in fact, it excited me."
"Well clearly you realized that it did the same for me." I reminded her, moving a bit closer and laying down beside her.
"Sure, but 'sides the fact that I ain't got squat for knowledge about how to deal with romantic stuff, I was afraid that you were just screwin' around, playin' a game or somethin'. Or that you'd get bored of me, I couldn't risk our bond over silly games, Rainbow. You mean a lot to me." She told me honestly, and it sounded good to hear.
"But it's not a game to me, Applejack!" I defended myself vigilantly, making certain she was looking at me so she would know I was not playing around, "Ever since we were kids, it's always been you. Always, always."
Applejack smiled again, this simple, crooked smile that I knew her by, exposing a sweet dimple that was usually unnoticeable under her freckles. It was comfortable with her, even if the moment was tense and the subject was awkward and potentially devastating. Her eyes flickered up to mine like sparks, and I could feel her energy and love in them, embracing me as she spoke.
"I dunno much about romantic love, Rainbow. But I know that I like it when you're 'round, you get me all hot and bothered and happy and stuff. And when you kiss me, it drives me right wild." Applejack's smile broke into a grin as she confessed, and she reached over to tuck my unruly hair behind my ear, "I dunno much how to say it any better than you did, but shoot Rainbow, I think I have feelin's for you too."
"You better not just be saying that." I made assurance double sure, looking right into her eyes to search for any lies. I could feel my heart in my throat, and almost felt like crying, for Christ's sake.
"I ain't." Applejack turned to fully face me, and if I did not believe her already, her gaze made it impossible to doubt her. She moved just that few inches closer and pressed her lips on mine, a simple and honest kiss that was so completely her. I returned it readily, feeling the excitement building up in my entire body. Her hand touched my waist and pulled me closer, encircling my form and holding me still. I couldn't help it, and I broke the kiss suddenly.
"Oh my God, oh my God," I squealed like a damn girly girl while I grinned and nearly did a back flip, though Applejack's expression was not quite so stoked.
"What? I ain't doin' it wrong, am I?" She asked curiously, sitting up on her elbow as she watched me, but the question sent me into a fit of giggles. She blinked and made a concerned face, clearly self-conscious about everything.
"No, no, you're great," I affirmed her with nods, but could not bite back the grinning. She continued to watch me as I sprawled out onto my back and sighed in contentment, "It's just, this doesn't even feel real. It's like I'm floating or flying or some shit."
"Be still my beatin' heart, you sure are a charmer, ain't cha?" Applejack chuckled sarcastically at my unimaginative choice of words, but I did not care. She seemed to though, as she fell quiet for a few seconds before speaking in a softer tone, "Dash, d'you think this is okay? I mean, should we be doin' this?"
"What kind of a question is that?" I asked as I flipped onto my side, mirroring her own position and leaning on my elbow. I pouted my lips a bit, "We aren't doing anything."
"No, I s'pose not," Applejack chewed on her cheek again as she looked at me, letting herself inspect that which had become hers, "Guess I'm just a little nervous 'bout all this. I mean, what if Big Mac were t'walk in on us talkin' or kissin' and find out? Shoot, what would any of my family say? Are we just foolin' ourselves here try'na make all this work?"
"You worry too much, A.J.," I snickered a bit as I reached over and let my hand fall on her firm hips. She had the sexiest hips I had ever seen, wide and round that gave her the perfect hourglass shape and an especially nice rear, and they swayed hypnotically when she walked in that alluring down-home-country swagger that was all her own. I got an idea suddenly, and pushed myself upright before landing on my feet and yanking her after me, "Come here, let me show you something."
"Beg pardon? If I ain't mistaken, I reckon this is my house, what could you possibly—" I pulled her off the bed into a full sprint, knocking open her door and sprinting down the stairs. She could barely catch her breath, much less find a word, and I guided her all the way to the front door, nearly throwing it open. "Rainbow! Where are you takin' me? It's dark out!"
"I know, it's perfect!" I called back as I dragged her faster, though she resisted me long enough to close the front door behind her.
We weren't wearing any shoes, and the gravel kind of hurt my feet, but Applejack didn't complain. When we were kids we used to run barefoot everywhere, and it never bothered us back then when our feet were accustomed to it. We touched dried grass and hay soon enough as we came upon the old barn, which didn't look like it was used for much more than storage. Still she followed me with this inquisitive, uncertain look, as I fumbled around in the darkness for the ladder that led to the loft above.
"Keep up, will you?" I winked at her as I started up the ladder, and she followed me only one step behind.
The ladder was dusty on my hands from lack of use, but I did not hesitate until I reached the top, only pausing once I climbed onto the wooden floor and wiped my hands on those overalls. It looked exactly the same as ever, complete with one folded up blanket and one pillow placed near the edge. The light from the moon caught the particles of dust that were suspended in the air from my intrusion, shining down in breaks and cracks of the walls and roof. I moved out of the way as Applejack reached the top of the ladder and peered around, taking in the dark scene just as I did. I helped her to her feet and watched as she patted her dirtied hands on the rear of her jeans, huffing a laugh as she recognized the loft.
"I can't believe you remember this place, Rainbow," Applejack shook her head as she stepped forwards, almost too tall to stand upright under the sloping roof, "What's it been? Must be years since we've been up here."
"How could I forget? It was early autumn, if I remember right. I was over one evening, and you woke me up in the middle of the night and yanked me out of bed to see a harvest moon, even though I had no idea what that was," I reminded her coolly as I spun around on the creaking floorboards, looking for the particular spot of the roof I had in mind. "You said the view from your window wasn't good enough, and—"
"You asked me how the inside of a barn could be much better." Applejack finished for me, a smile creeping up on her as she realized why I was reaching up to the rafters and poking around.
"And what's this? Practical Applejack never repaired the leaky old barn roof, now did she? She opted for a skylight instead, something she never told even her family." I found the hatch and unlatched it, pulling it down into the barn to reveal the clear night sky above us. I smirked as I put my hands on my hips under the glowing light and watched her walk right up beside me to see the stars, "Miss truth and honesty, keeping a secret all to herself."
"I told you, didn't I?" Applejack countered as she glanced over at me, quirking a brow under the moonlight.
"Exactly!" I extended my arms out to either side, and watched her smug expression fall a bit in confusion, "Before you even knew about how I felt, before I kissed you, before any of that, you had shared something so personal and special with me." I stepped towards her and put my arms around her waist, holding her near, "I'd like to think you've had feelings for me for a long time."
"You're full'a somethin', Dash." She chuckled that cute little Applejack laugh and bowed her head a bit, but she did not have her cowboy had to hide her eyes this time.
"Maybe I am," I shrugged as I leaned lower to catch her eyes, before putting my finger under her chin and raising it so she would look at me. "But I really don't give a shit. All I care about is you, me," I broke away from her for an instant grabbing the blanket and shaking it out before laying it down below the open hatch in the roof, "And a little nostalgia."
"Shucks, honey, who'da thunk you could be so sickly sweet?" Applejack titled me endearingly and followed me willingly, brushing the blanket flat as she sat below the falling starlight, while I grabbed that pillow and brought it over.
I placed the pillow behind her back and crawled up beside her, watching intently as she laid back against the plush fabric. I could not stop my erratic heart beat, my spinning mind and awfully impure thoughts as she moved around until she got comfortable. I laid right next to her, but instead of looking up through the hatch at the night sky, I was looking right at Applejack.
For the time being I didn't really care how strong I was coming on. I was tucked up real close to her and was focused on watching her, despite the twinkling sky above. She shuffled around as if it made her uncomfortable, but that just made her all the more adorable to watch. I still couldn't believe it, here I was laying beside the woman I loved, and she was not pushing me away. The pressures of all the naughty things I had thought about doing to her over the years seemed to lift, leaving me with peace and serenity. So of course, I had to push the limits of that.
I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, feeling her turn and take notice of the action. I didn't hesitate to move along, playing with the collar of her shirt in my hand and nibbling at her ear. She was tense and uncertain about letting me doing these things, but she seemed to reservedly enjoy the attention. I moved closer until my leg slipped in between hers, noticing the nervous grunt she made as I played around with her boundaries. My lips found hers in the darkness and I could feel her kissing me back, but she was still so very tense. I would have to do that out of her, you see, so I ran my hand along her body, moving back to her chest and inching up to her breasts. I didn't even get to touch one by the time she pulled back, sitting upright and shielding herself.
"You okay?" I asked as I sat up beside her, alarmed by her defensiveness. She didn't look at me in the eyes, but I could tell she wanted to. "Applejack, relax, all right? It's just me, just Rainbow Dash, your best friend, remember?"
She sighed slowly as she looked at the wrinkled in the blanket beneath us, "Sorry." Applejack murmured to the floor in a low tone, nervously fidgeting under my attention.
"Don't be, we don't have to do anything you don't want to, you know." I told her with my eyes and my words, holding the eye contact long past when she broke it.
"It's not like I don't like it. It's just, I just dunno what to do, or what to let you do." She implied subtly as she breathed an easier breath, bringing her head back up as the topic was addressed. I smiled, knowing enough about her to have seen her initial resistance coming. She was too responsible and cautious for her own good sometimes. I pulled myself up and moved in front of her, kneeling one knee in between her legs as I did.
"I'll make it easy for you, Applejack. If you don't like what's going on," I was considerate with her then, easing her onto her back once more and looking deep into her eyes, "Just tell me to stop."
I leaned over her, holding my weight on my right arm that pressed into the blanket beside her. I moved up a bit until our faces were near, and I watched her regard me anxiously. She didn't move away this time though, she watched as I moved my free hand up her body and paused over her chest, which was pounding hard and rising with each heavy breath. Her hands reached up and clasped my own in both of hers, cold and shaky and uncertain. This contact was different than our usual touching, it was not rough or playful or friendly, it was a touch that we both knew was gentle and comforting and intimate. My usual brimming lust was suddenly not as important as just being with her, just touching her and looking at her the same as I always did. There was a strong pull between us and I leaned in, pressing our lips together in a tender and telling embrace.
I always imagined my first mutual interaction with Applejack would be forceful and heated, the way it was when we had fooled ourselves into each other's arms after the baseball game, the way we always were with each other. But this felt so much more real, so genuine and honest. And I was pleased to let to go on slowly. I pulled barely away and touched my forehead to hers, our eyes still closed and our lips still humming. God, this must have been the best moment of my life.
I let my body rest against hers at our hips, my thigh delicately laid between hers. She leaned up and kissed me again, gripping my hand once tightly before releasing it to peruse the falling strands of my hair. She pushed it back as she got a feel of it, her fingers tracing my neck and shoulders. I felt myself suddenly heat up at the attention, overindulging in her body the way I always wished I could. Our kissing grew more and more fervent, and I could feel her hands all over me the way mine seemed to find her. It was quiet at first, but before I knew it the blood pounding in my ears and the growing weight of our warm breaths filled the space around us well.
My hand set to work loosening the buttons on her shirt, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest beneath. Her mouth opened against mine as she groaned a bit in frustration, rising up against my touch. We both moved against each other in little refined squirms, trying to get even closer as if it were possible. She squeezed her legs around mine lightly, trying to keep from grinding against me like I knew she wanted to do.
Our legs entwined below us, pressing each other in just the right areas as if it was second nature. I bit lovingly at her lower lip until she complied to my unspoken command, allowing my tongue to breach the barrier of her mouth. My breasts rubbed against hers unintentionally, a hazard of such close quarters and laboured breathing, but it was more than all right. I barely pulled away to get a full reading on just how wet our mouths were, the saliva thick and reminiscent of how I might have interpreted my lower region was becoming.
I pulled the last few buttons of her blouse apart, feeling her well-defined stomach under my palm as I grasped it, wrapping around her as I pushed the kiss deeper. Her hands were on my back by now, playing with the hem of my shirt as she pulled it up. Our bare stomachs touched each other at once and I noticed just how warm her skin was. She must have felt exposed lying there beneath me with her bra the only hindrance between my invasive eyes and her skin, as she pulled again at my shirt until I broke the kiss, allowing her the space to pull it over my head. I pushed her own shirt over her rock hard shoulders as I leaned back down, trailing kisses down her neck until I met her collar bone.
I worked a moan from her lips, which resounded with perfect acoustics as it swelled to the rafters above. I sucked at her skin, finding the extensive number of freckles across it rather enticing. I loved tracing her, feeling the form of her body the way only my gaze could imagine before, and she eagerly moved with my every advance. I pressed my lips against the hot skin of her chest, pleading that she might let me continue. I pulled back and took her with me in my hands, drawing her onto her elbows as I slipped her shirt further off of her body.
Her fingers touched my cheek as she directed me back up to her mouth, which danced divinely with my own as I tried desperately to focus on removing her blouse from beneath her. She sat up further so that I could reach the clasp of her bra, and after a few frantic fumbles I managed to unhook it. I felt the weight of her breasts distribute from her shoulders to her chest, released from the confines of convention. She let her bra fall down her arm and readied to remove it entirely. Applejack peeled the fabric off of her body and let it fall a few feet away, allowing me a moment or two to catch my breath at the sight.
She was even more gorgeous than I had seen her in my dreams, her plump and ample breasts eloquently shaped and rounded, softer than flower petals on my fingers and soon, my lips. I licked at them as I found my way to her rising nipples, groping her all the while. She leaned her head back and enjoyed the fondling, the pleasures that rolled off on my tongue and onto her body. I bit so carefully around the hardness of her nipples, adoring the way she squirmed and jerked in response. I squeezed her breasts harder in my hands and felt her rocking against my leg, rubbing so slowly she must have thought I would not notice.
I grunted in surprise as the back of my sports bra fell limp around me, the straps slipping a bit down my arms. Applejack's hands moved it more, and I had not even realized what she had done by the time she threw it somewhere near hers. Now, I was not shy about my body, but I was a little nervous that she would not like it. I was not quite as well endowed as Applejack was, and sat up a bit to reveal myself to her. I glanced up into her eyes for affirmation and approval, but found a loving and admiring smile strung across every one of her features. She didn't touch me right away, but continued to look without reservation. I took her less than invasive hand and pressed it against myself, holding it there until she moved against me, running her rough thumb along the top of my pale breast.
Her eyes were hungry and she licked at her lips as she indulged, playing with me in an oddly endearing yet clumsy manner. I got off just watching the act, though I wanted to be more of a participant myself. I leaned down again until our chests brushed against each other without the barrier of clothing or inhibitions. It kind of tickled as our smooth bodies mingled, and I found myself kissing her again and again as my hands explored elsewhere.
Applejack raised her hips and rubbed hard against my leg, giving me just enough room to run my hands along her backside. I slipped my fingers in and out of her pockets, fooling around with the tight denim of her jeans as she responded physically to the groping. Her hip bones were raised and defined, and I could see them peeking out of the top of her jeans in a tempting way. Knowing what lay so near, I decided to reach down and undo the big red apple belt she had wrapped around her, pulling it easily through the loops and removing it in one slick movement.
I pulled barely away as I commenced a quarrel with the button and fly of her jeans, watching the way her body moved to make it easier for me and hearing a content hum escape her lips as if she was in an ecstasy induced trance. My kissing went lower again as I managed to open her jeans, drumming my fingers against that little bit of extra skin I had found. I lapped and licked at her breasts as I passed them, pressing my lips against the toned muscles of her stomach and feeling their strength. Despite such hardened muscles, she quivered against my touch and succumbed to my tantalising advances, her hands tangling into my hair as if she was losing the battle to protect her innocence. My fingers gripped the top of her jeans from behind as I pulled them off, bit by bit exposing the simple dark underwear that further hid her from me.
I lifted my leg out of the way while I removed her clothing, and in my absence she seemed to pout, kicking off her pants and spreading her legs for more. I greedily regarded her as I pulled the loose overalls off of myself, letting them fall just behind me in a wrinkled mess. Pushing up against her once more, I brought out a long held, throaty groan from her throat and returned my leg to the space between her own, pressing on the thin, moistening fabric that remained. I was surprised and ecstatic to feel such a telling reaction, the warmth between her legs second in arousing me only to the growing wetness. I moved my other leg to the outside of hers, pressing myself against her and heaving an erotic sigh of my own.
Her body was trembling against mine, either overwhelmed with feeling or afraid in some way. Either reason reminded me to take it slowly with her, despite my desire to just lunge forward. Our hot skin touched again at our stomachs as I moved up her body as kissed her, feeling the now barely damp hair that fell around her face like sunbeams. Applejack tried to control her heavy and frequent breaths, but I loved the way her body rose and fell beneath me, and showed her so with my fingers. I touched at her waist and ran my twitching fingers up her responsive body, groping her breasts once more before pressing my own against her. Feeling particularly naughty and daring, I ground my hips against hers and grabbed at her rear, shoving her harder against me until she called out loudly.
I rubbed at her thighs with forceful hands, spreading her legs a bit more so I had a better angle of the one that was up against my most intimate area. I kissed at her neck, letting her roll her head to the side to permit my invasion. Grinning against her skin, I drew lower, nearer and nearer to her own most seductive secret.
"Rainbow?" She called out my name, and I paused to glance up at her.
"Is, is this s'posed to happen?" Applejack seemed to ask naively, but I didn't know to what she was referring. At my lack of response, she reached down and slipped her own hand under her panties, shocking me with her forwardness. I could see her fingers moving around and bit back my urge to follow her down there. Her hand emerged again, and on her fingers was such clear, shining viscous liquid I had never seen. I watched as she moved her thumb against the tips of her fingers, drawing out thin lines of slick, smooth wetness between her parting fingers. She was killing me, she was really killing me here.
"Uh-huh," I nodded furiously, dying to get a taste of those fluids for myself, "Trust me."
"So, then you're," Her voice drifted off as she stopped herself from continuing the bluntness of her original question, breathing out slowly as she looked down at my own personal region, "You're like that, too?"
"Oh yeah." I nodded again as I bit my lip, begging to go on as I moved and pressed eagerly against her leg with my tenders. I was certain she should be able to feel the heat and the wetness seeping through my own underwear, but she made no indication that she did.
I placed my hands on her thigh close to my own undergarments, feeling the heat exchanging between our skin. My hands slid up her leg, closing in on her only form of clothing readily as she writhed beneath me in desire. I could feel her silently urging me to go on, urging me to violate her and to show her just what was supposed to happen. But I as cruel, and I had always dreamed of teasing her just like this.
My fingers avoided her most sensitive areas by mere imagined inklings of space, drawing out more frustrated grunts and irritable expressions. I grinned at her responses, and proceeded to trace her body once more with my fingers and my lips, crawling over her further until I reached her mouth. While I kissed her, my hand played with the top hem of her underwear, barely slipping tips underneath. She moved against my hand, but finding that I was still testing the waters she broke the kiss suddenly.
"Quit fuckin' around," She growled in a husky tone, her eyes serious and longing for me to go on. I blinked in shock at such a bold statement, as Applejack usually censored any swears.
"Well since you asked so nicely," I smirked at her as my fingers moved against the damp fabric, making her groan and sigh with anticipation. I could even feel her fingers on my body, squeezing whenever I touched a sensitive spot.
It was clear to me now that she was losing control of her senses, her actions were primal and lust-driven, but she seemed to enjoy it so I said nothing about it. Through her panties I could feel the outline of her most private part, but I wanted to feel the real thing. Too earnest to wait until she removed her underwear, I moved my finger right next to her thigh and dipped it under the side of that dark fabric, moving it out of the way in an insanely slow manner. I watched like it was the most beautiful sight, my eyes glistening beneath the dull moon lighting to scope out just what little I could see in the darkness. She still seemed somewhat shy, as her hand was gripping around my wrist as if she would make me release her at any moment, and I could feel her trembling and avoiding my eyes.
I licked my lips hungrily as my fingers did their will, slipping over her slit lightly and provoking another repressed groan that urged me on. I moved a bit deeper, feeling the ridiculous amount of wetness that I had caused to her. I would be lying if I said I wasn't surprised, I mean it was freaking sopping wet down there, and it drove me mad. Her hands gripped at my wrist in learned protest, but her body responded so inherently it was as though we had done this all before. I hummed in delight as I felt each smooth and malleable curve that was hidden from the rest of the world, every turn and touch that was all hers, and all mine.
My grin beamed almost as loudly as her groan, as I slipped my fingers inside of her, two of them to be precise. They fit perfectly, though I could feel her body clenching against me and getting accustomed to the new invasion. I let myself get in deep, though I was cautious not to give her everything at once so that she might experience every centimetre with accurate conception.
It felt remarkable, actually, and I was focused on studying every ridge and curve. I had felt similar areas on myself, but in doing so I had become too focused on the pleasure I was receiving not the fact that I was giving it to myself, so I had not been so acutely focused on the, um, architecture. But I really, really wanted to know hers: the various rigid lines along the top, the spongy surface that lay beyond, and the curved convex oddity near the back. And every bit of it was just as warm and accepting as I knew my Applejack to be. Her constant moans were melodic to my ears, and I played each tune creatively with my squeezed fingers.
I moved my thumb over what I knew as her clitoris, easily found as I knew the location on myself. Her face contorted a bit in anxiety and confusion as I pressed against it ever so slightly harder, drawing circles around it and calling it out to my every touch. I felt her twitch each time I stroked it anew, and as I grew accustomed to multitasking with the same hand, I heard compliance and reverence in her throaty gasps.
She grabbed at her underwear then, desperately I could tell, and began to remove it from her body. Now clearly I was not one to complain, but I did find it rather sexy the way I had naughtily slipped past her conceived defences. I had to move out of her for her to remove her underwear fully, and with such a drastic move she sighed loudly, before returning to pleasured gasps as I reinserted myself into her.
I watched Applejack's serene face as it expressed all that I wished to see, each reaction and pleasure, each response and plead. Goddamn it I was in love with her, fuck I really was. I reached up and moved her hair out of her face, stoking her gently on that speckled and moonlit skin as if I was consoling her for my ravishing assault. She looked up at me with such loving and grateful eyes, entirely taken with me in their emerald glory. She reached up and touched my hand as it ran over her cheek, and nuzzled it a bit until I commanded her attention elsewhere. At first it was merely a kiss, merely an expression so pure and telling of all my feminine and weak emotions, but then it became something more. My kissing on her body became nibbling and biting, licking and sucking, edging further down until I passed the rise and fall of her alarmed and anticipatory breaths.
I took my fingers back for myself and rubbed the insides of her thighs, feeling the round and toned muscle of her legs. It was hot, the closer I drew to her most intimate of areas, but it was pulling and commanding and damn it I could not have stopped myself if her little sister had climbed up into the loft and seen it all. It was no surprise to me that she was a natural blonde, and no different story was told by the short hair that lay beneath the friendly lines of belts and buttons. I spread my fingers and ran them through the soft, curly hair, finding the patch arousing as it reminded me of her maturity. I leaned ever closer until I could feel the humidity of her loins, feel the poisonous heat and the toxic attraction that forced us together. I opened my mouth slightly as I prepared, breathing an overly heated breath against her already tender skin.
"Heya, honey?" Applejack called me that word again, and it made me smile to hear such a cute term of endearment that so seldom she spoke. It even made me stop before I violated her so entirely, "H-Have y'ever done this b'fore?"
"Well, no," I admitted as I stroked her again, soothing her with my genuine honesty. I blushed a bit as I felt another confession, and avoided looking at any part of her at all as I let it slip out, "I mean, don't think I'm lame or anything. But I was kind of, like, saving it for you and stuff."
"That's sweet," She didn't laugh at me or mock me or anything, even though she would have been hardly one to do so considering it was clearer than ever that she was a virgin too. But still, it was nice to have her understand and accept it all, "But if you ain't done it before, how are you s'posed to know what you're doin'?"
I chuckled lightly and kissed her on the lowest part of her stomach, my eyes flashing up her hers and a sly smile slipping over my features, "A.J., in my head, you and I have done this a thousand times."
Applejack swallowed slowly before faintly nodding as her head fell back against the pillow a bit. I could feel her uneasy hands close by me, waiting in case they needed to grab and halt me. "What're," Her voice came again, and it was breathy as I twirled a finger around her short hair, "What're you gonna do to me?"
"Anything you want." I replied suggestively as my fingers moved to spread her open just a little more. Without waiting any longer I leaned down and pressed my lips against her, hearing her hum and muse her pleasures.
I didn't bother warning her before my tongue emerged from my mouth, and finally I received a taste of heaven. Her entranced moan was just icing, the act itself so deliciously taboo it was like devil's food cake. Applejack gladly accepted my every move, spreading her legs as I rubbed her thighs with my now free hands. Apparently she was enjoying it, as I felt her raise her hips for more, and gladly obliged my looping my arm underneath her and lifting her off the blanket. My other hand set to work, my thumb touching her near to my tongue and moistening on her juices before pressing against her clitoris once more. The response was immediate, as she yelped in surprise and dug her hands into my hair, pressing me harder against her.
I was surprised how good it tasted, and I kept dipping my tongue in deeper just to get more of it. I had been convinced that it would be salty or thick or something, but it was just slippery and succulent and sweet, and must have been that was due to all the fruit she ate. Her moaning grew louder as I experimented with manoeuvres of my tongue, playing with her labia and lapping each fold, sucking where I could. I was tempted to be rough with the girl, knowing she responded to that kind of play when we wrestled or competed, but I did not want to hurt her or scare her off so soon.
I moved my thumb from its place rubbing deep circles and licked at my own index and middle fingers again, around and between them, moistening them with my saliva and her still constantly excreting juices. I had to keep from viciously shoving my fingers back into her, reliving the experience being so exciting I could hardly stop myself. She called out again and released her hold on my head, instead running her hands through her own hair and gripping it as she groaned and sucked in harsh and excited breaths. I turned my palm upwards and rubbed inside of her furiously, watching her expression shift with each movement. My lips encircled her clitoris in the same instant and I sucked at it lightly, licking the very tip of it from within the confines of my lips.
Her intoxicated eyes met mine between her rising and dropping breasts, and we barely needed words at all to express or mutual arousal and enjoyment. Her cheeks were bright and flushed, her lips were swollen from her biting back of vocal pleadings, and her hair was messy from her fingers digging through it, but she was just so damn beautiful, especially when she raped my body with her gaze. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second as she pulled back on the blanket, nearly sitting completely upright against the pillow. I was about to complain but she grabbed my arms and yanked me after her, nearly knocking me off balance. Our mouths were almost together again, though my lips were still soaked with her taste and hers contorted into a word.
"Off." Applejack demanded, and at first I thought she was telling me to stop, but I could feel her fingers tugging assertively at my underwear, and knew better. I removed the stubborn bit of clothing and watched as she regarded me hungrily, finally taking in my entire form. She grinned devilishly and her hands ran down my trim body, finding the cushions of my rear with ease from her upright position. "Better."
"Yeah?" I smirked as I pressed my body against hers, slowly moving my moistened and freed loins up her leg. My fingers easily found their way back to her and teased at her most tender of places.
"Yeah," Applejack affirmed and huffed loudly as I stoked her again, but her eyes did not roll back nor did she lay down, she was intent on watching me do it all. Her lecherous gaze viewed my body viciously, and her words were just as taken with me, "Shoot, Rainbow, you're really damn sexy."
"You think so?" I grinned widely, slowly leaning back down and slipping my arms under her thighs. Hearing her words had boosted my confidence, as if that could happen, and drove me to do something a little more garish and ostentatious than I thought I should, it being our first time and all, "How's this?" I pulled her back down onto her upper back, hoisting her rear off the ground and balancing her knees over my shoulders. She yelped out loud and grabbed at the blanket as I did, pulling it after her as I moved her over the smooth ground.
I shoved my tongue deep inside of her, loving the way she tensed up and actually shouted, hitting her fists against the ground. My teeth touched her sensitive tenders as I grinned against it, lapping and sucking all over, playing with the octaves of her cries. Applejack didn't seem able to control herself as she bucked her hips against me, squirming in my arms and kicking over my shoulders. Finding it rather difficult to keep my actions steady with such an unpredictable subject, I lifted one of her legs off my shoulder and lowered it back to the ground, lowering myself down after it. I kept myself barely above the ground, allowing her to relax as I worked on her.
This was it, this was our night, one of the most memorable moments of our lives. I just had to make it count, and so I focused on attending to her needs. I slipped one finger back inside of her and brought forth a gratified groan, feeling her relax at my now familiar touch. I was trying my best not to think of her in some dirty and perverted way, but I was rather blunt about stuff like this. Still, she was no slut to be objectified, and the more I looked at her the more I realized how beautiful she was, and how important it seemed to respect her body best. At least, for now. There was always time to get raunchy and dirty later.
"What," Applejack let out a heavy breath, and I could hear whimpers in it, "Rainbow, what're you, Rainbow, that feels real funny."
"Good," I confirmed as I continued to stimulate the area barely an inch or so inside of her, applying constant pressure and friction while my tongue worked on doodling circles around her clitoris. Her face seemed worried, but she still did not tell me to stop.
Her breathing quickened substantially as I rubbed against the perfect spot, falling into sync with my own steady heartbeats and motions. She gripped at the blanket again and her head rolled back, her chest heaving between us all the while. I hummed against her skin and felt her go wild, fighting back her instinctual cries and shouts. Even though my fingers and tongue were growing cramped and tired, I could not have stopped myself for anything. Not when I was so close, not when she was so close. And damn, she clearly didn't even know it!
Now, contrary to popular belief, a female orgasm is rather difficult to achieve, especially during your first time. It's not like every woman just knows how to do it or whatever, it's completely different than the simple jerking that seems to get guys off. It took me a long time to be able to do it myself, but even that did not feel nearly as good as any of this, with Applejack. However, due to my personal practice, I had some idea of how to stimulate a women into it. All I needed was a good grip, some rhythmic and constant force, and my willing victim; time would do the rest.
"Mother o' God," Applejack whined in a raspy, breathy voice, and I could feel her body convulsing to my will and whims, tensing around my finger and eagerly hanging on my lips. "Fuck, Rainbow, don' stop, I don', I don'," She was hardly making coherent sense nor was she even finishing her contracted words, but it just spurred me on the way she might have if she was wearing those boots with the sharp things on the heels.
I actually flinched when she screamed, it scared me half to freaking death. I pulled my lips away to watch her shouting and balling up her fists, and I was pretty glad I did. It was so amazing to watch her like that, so utterly vulnerable and dominated, so unlike her and yet so real and honest. I felt myself smiling this big wide smile as I panted in exhaustion, an expression that lingered even as I felt my chest wet with juices. I blinked as it dawned on me, and looked down in awe.
"Holy shit, A.J.!" I could barely hear myself under her incessant and overwhelmed screams, which filled the barn and echoed in the otherwise vacant structure. I continued playing around inside of her long after she seemed to have had enough, so aroused and shocked by her display I just had to tell and show her, "Do you see this? Oh my God, you're a fucking squirter!"
"Huh, w-what?" Applejack managed as she looked down at me deliriously, her body still not her own again yet.
"A squirter! I mean look at this, I can't even believe it!" I called, showing her as she sprayed her juices past her still twitching toes. There must have been a freaking bucket full, coming out in gobs and spurts and covering the blanket she laid on. "I sure as hell can't do that! And from what I've heard it's pretty rare, you're like, like a unicorn or something!"
"That, that ain't funny," Was her weak response, and it came out in a moan as I slowed down to keep her from having a heart attack. "Is it a bad thing?"
"No, no, no," I hurriedly waved my free hand, calming her worries with a shake of my head and another loving smile, "It's really hot."
"Well, I ain't never done that before." She admitted shyly as she closed her eyes, her body responding to the way I carefully pulled out of her and rubbed her own moisture along the outside of her now more sensitive region.
I watched her as her breathing uneasily steadied to a more natural rate, and her body relaxed once more after such an excursion. I bit my lip as I looked her over once more, admiring her fully now that my eyes had adjusted completely to the dull lighting and I had just made her my own. I was more aware now of my own frustrations and arousal, and could feel myself tingling just looking her over. I climbed up, crawling over her body until I reached her height, only pausing to kiss her on the nose. I would have kissed her lips, but I imagined I must have tasted like her and she was still breathing very heavily in near gasps.
"Hey, A.J.?" I almost whispered as I straddled her, keeping my lowers hovering an inch above her still hot body, "Could I try something?"
"Mhmm," Applejack smiled and nodded, finding a hum easier than words, but those came soon after, "Though that there already, that sure was somethin'."
I didn't reply that time, I was too apprehensive for what I wanted to try. I knelt onto my knees and slipped my ankles under her thighs as I straddled her waist, locking my feet near her knees. She opened her eyes and looked right at me, with a longing and loving expression that told me she knew exactly what I was doing, and she wanted it too. I put my weight onto my hands, which were now pressed into the pillow on either side of her head, and moved my legs apart. Using my trained flexibility, I moved her own legs farther apart until I could feel the heat of her own still thankful loins beneath my own. I reached down between my legs and felt how wet I was, spreading myself apart enough to satisfy my desires.
Applejack's hands were on my hips now, pushing me down as I lowered myself against her. It felt surprisingly good as we pressed our most intimate of areas against each other, the heat and moisture dancing in an embrace that felt just as passionate as our kisses. It probably felt so particularly good because of just how wrong and naughty it was, just how unpopular and unfavourable it was. But to us, it was bliss. I heard a satisfied moan escape my own lips then, and Applejack seemed pleased to hear it.
I had to try really, really hard to contain myself from grinding right up against her as I wanted to. I wasn't sure how heavy I was or how uncomfortable it might have been for her, but damn it felt so good. I could feel her clitoris as I rubbed against her, and surely she could feel my own. Her hands played along my thighs like a piano, something I seemed to remember her telling me her grandmother had tried to force her to play when she was a kid. I pressed my lips hard together, stifling the lascivious lullaby of my moaning and musing and holding back my most primal and violent desires.
"Harder," Must have come from my own lips, as the word repeated in my head over and over, but the voice was deeper and raspy. It had come from Applejack, and I looked back down to see her own tortured and frustrated expression, "You can go harder." Did not sound as much like permission as it did a command.
I did as she told me, and our mutual groans entwined between us the way our bodies did below. My hands grasped hers on my legs, and I squeezed them like I could show her my satisfaction in such a grip. I ground myself harder against her, feeling waves of odd sensations washing over my entire body, rattling me to the core. Sure I had played around with myself before, but nothing like this, nothing felt so terribly taboo and amazing as this. I found myself captivated my the motion, and though my body grew more and more tired and tense I just kept at it, loving the way she felt so soft against my own softest of skin.
I heard myself moaning, though Applejack herself was not silent. Her hands moved up my body as she lay beneath me, groping and squeezing at my breasts once more in a much more confident and controlled way. Everything felt just so damn good, I didn't even realize it until my vision felt like it was going black. I was screaming and forcing myself against her, calling out profanities and her name and everything on the end of my tongue, climaxing in a much less telling way than she had.
It was very quiet then, the only sound of life being our intense and heaved breathing, which steamed and heated up the barn and made me rather glad I was naked. Applejack's hands reversed my hold and pulled me down, putting my weight onto my hands and knees again as she leaned up and grabbed me roughly. One of her hands wrapped behind my head and dug into my hair, the other played coy and calm on my cheek as she drew me in for a much desired kiss. I felt so close to her, so accepted and loved, it was everything I thought it would be. It was just too bad that the world outside of the barn was so cold.
I embraced her warmly and continued to kiss her, showing her just how much all of this meant to me with each peck and slip of my tongue. She was so very gentle as she helped me off of her, laying me beside her instead in a much more relaxing manner. I didn't leave her side though, I nestled right in close despite the fact that I was sweating profusely. Applejack didn't seem to mind, she held me there near to her like she would never let me go. Her fingers brushed loose strands of hair out of my face and she looked me right in the eyes, seeming just as infatuated as I was.
"Y'okay?" Applejack's voice was hoarse and hushed, but all I could really do was nod and smile, "For an athlete, you sure run outta breath pretty quick." She teased playfully as she inched closer, her feet touching mine.
"Sheesh," I reached out and hit her lightly, faking a pout, "You trying to pick a fight?"
"Maybe." Applejack whispered as she leaned in and kissed me again, something so intimate and precious disguised as something so simple. It had become quite apparent that she seemed to enjoy kissing me, and hey, I was not about to complain.
I laid onto my back and sighed, feeling all the stress and trouble exit my body in one joyous motion. The stars above me gratefully took all my worries away, replacing them with bright little specks of lights so beautiful I hardly noticed the darkness at all. I felt Applejack move closer and snuggle against me, placing her head on my shoulder and letting me put my arm around her. Lying there naked with the woman I loved beneath the wonderful night sky, it was heaven, heaven in an old barn loft. We were both comfortable in the silence, our bodies pieced together and our aggressions finally worked out.
"I almost kinda wish I had made the hatch a mite bigger," Applejack spoke up, and her voice was so small I wasn't sure it even carried to the rafters, "It's still pretty hot in here and the roof ain't much to look at." It was true, outside of the barn would have been much crisper and breezier, but though the stars would be so beautiful, they would pale in comparison to what I just experienced.
"Say, Applejack," An idea emerged in the looming darkness, and looked down at the girl in my arms, "Were you just kidding about wanting to ride with me earlier?"
"Beg pardon?" She inquired as her eyebrows furrowed, and I noticed that little wrinkle that Pinkie had spoken of.
"On my motorcycle, I have an extra helmet you know. I could take you out." I told her, growing to like the idea more with each word. Especially when she gave me that uncertain but hopeful expression, "The lights of the city are fantastic at night, you'd love it."
"I dunno Rainbow, my legs are still all tingly like." Applejack chuckled as she addressed such a thing, but I consoled her easily.
"You don't have to do anything but wrap them around me, babe." I grinned and nudged her with a playful wink, drawing her chuckle out into a full laugh. She nudged me back and nodded slowly.
"Well, in that case, I reckon I might have to take you up on that. If y'don't think it'll be too sappy or romantic or somethin'." Applejack's eyes jumped up into my own and I watched the rosiness in her cheeks darken to try and imitate the lush crimson of her lips.
"I think it'll be the perfect amount." I kissed her lightly before I squirmed out of her comforting embrace and pushed her a bit onto her side, "Now, get up." I grinned deviantly and smacked her ass twice to get her moving.
"Hey!" She complained as she rolled onto her stomach, lifting herself onto her hands and knees with an irritable expression. I laughed at her embarrassment and helped gather our clothes back up.
I tossed her jeans her way, and though she groaned to have to get back up, which was very unlike her since she was always such a workaholic and never one to whine, she got dressed and tried to straighten herself back up nice. I was quicker about it, excited for our little adventure. I took her hands in my own and led her to the edge of the loft in something of a goofy dance, causing her to giggle and shake her head at my ridiculous antics. I stepped back suddenly despite her shocked expression and landed on the first step down the ladder, making her roll her eyes and push me to keep going down. She folded up the now wet blanket and stored it away once more and shut the hatch before finally coming down after me.
While she climbed back down I crept into her house again, knowing riding a motorcycle in loose fitting overalls was not the smartest idea. I got back into my own clothes, which were still warm from the dryer despite having sat in there for a good while after it had finished tumbling around. I grabbed my leather jacket from the rack and put my shoes on as quietly as I could, not trying to attract attention to myself from her family. When I opened her front door again I found her sitting on the wooden steps with her own jacket on, adjusting her cowboy boots on her feet and extending her legs to have a look at them.
"I guess it's not weird now if I tell you that you look really sexy in those," I told her bluntly as I closed her front door behind her, admiring her as she pulled herself onto those raised heels once more.
"Do you ever quit?" Applejack asked as she leaned in and flicked my nose lightly, causing me to twitch it about and make a face.
"We wouldn't be here now if I did." I reminded her with a smirk. We went over to my parked motorcycle and she waited patiently as I popped open the under seat storage and revealed my second helmet, which I brought along just in case I ever needed it. I passed it into her waiting hands before I pulled on my gloves, wriggling my fingers out the open ends of each hole. I turned back and looked at her, watching the way she tucked her hair under the helmet and buckled it under her chin. "A helmet doesn't really suit you as well as your Stetson, A.J."
"Oh hush." She stuck out her tongue as she grabbed my own helmet and roughly shoved it into my hands, gesturing for me to hurry up.
I slipped the helmet over my bangs and adjusted it to fit just right, tilting my head to either side leisurely as if testing her patience. She said nothing as I pulled the goggles over the back of the helmet and placed them just above my eyes, leaving them off while I slipped one leg over the vehicle. I kicked backwards and knocked it off the kickstand with ease, stepping backwards slowly as I reversed it out of its position so it would be easier for Applejack to jump on behind me. I turned it to face the driveway and roughly revved it up, turning it on with a great vicious and fierce roar that must have been heard all over the farm.
"Hop on, cowgirl." I grinned as I looked back at her, finding her expression a daring mirror of my own. She stepped wide and slung her leg over the motorcycle, straddling the mechanical contraption right behind me, nestling up close until I fit perfectly between her legs. "Maybe we can head on over to my place and continue where we left off?" I jested as she smacked my shoulder lightly and moved against me, her hands fondling my fitting jacket.
"Just drive, hot stuff." Applejack said into my ear as her arms wrapped close around me, and I could feel her chest pressing up against my back. Her arms were just below my breasts, and I was sure she did that on purpose.
I did as I was told, hitting sixty in ten seconds flat and racing down her old dirt road. She squeezed on tight due to her initial fear and shock, but I was a good driver so I wouldn't let anything happen to her. The wind that was grinding against my body and suspending us in motion was flawless, though deafening. As we drove on, her hands eased up a bit and she even leaned back off of me, getting a good look around while we road across the countryside.
The city lights were gorgeous as we came over the last hill, the skyline shimmering like a painting despite the lack of stand-off high rises. It was no Manehattan, or at least no Manehattan from what I had seen in pictures or what Applejack told me from the once or twice she had visited her aunt and uncle there. But still, the roads were mostly empty and it seemed we had the whole night to ourselves, all the views and lights twirling around us like a dream.
I was by no means reckless, especially at night with such precious cargo, but I did tease her with speed once or twice to make her grip back on. Her hands played with my still aroused body the whole while, but the distraction was not too much for me to handle. As I took off along the straight, vacant streets, I could see the lights for a mile light up green and illuminate our path. Everything seemed so much more exciting and lively when she was there with me, and I could not hide this great big smile I had plastered on my face the whole time.
I loved the way she felt wrapped all around me, so much that I barely even registered the blinding lights that raced towards us, or the crushing impact that threw us off the motorcycle.