Caretaker’s Daughter, Part One

The water felt amazing, well worth the hot trek through the woods to the stream, Amy Holston decided as she glided through the water like a water nymph. Turning over, she backstroked back the way she had come, enjoying the summer sun on her bare breasts. The best part of swimming here in this secluded little corner of her uncle’s ranch: clothing was optional.

She has been coming to the ranch since she was seven, spending her summer vacations helping her Uncle Tim take care of his horses. Mucking out stalls and grooming horses probably didn’t seem like a vacation to most girls but she has loved horses since she was really young. Even as a teenager now, she still loved them and she knew the hard, less than pleasant work of keeping the majestic animals came with the joy of riding them.

Amy was ten when she first discovered this deep hole in an otherwise shallow stream that cut through one corner of her uncle’s ranch. She hadn’t had her bathing suit, but that didn’t stop her from jumping right into the cool green water. It was her first-time skinny dipping but not her last. Not by a long shot.

A young Amy had seen a bathing suit as an inconvenience, but as she had gotten older and became more aware of her body, skinny dipping had taken on a different appeal. Being naked was dangerous and exciting, thrilling. The risk of getting caught was minimal since this part of the stream was on private property, but there was still enough of a chance to get her heart racing.

A few minutes ago, when she had stepped out of her shorts and pulled her t-shirt over her head, a naughty shiver had worked up her spine as she stood naked under the morning sun. No one was around to see her long legs, her pert backside, her taut stomach or her small, proud breasts. She had shivered again, wondering what she would do if someone ever did catch her.

On more than one occasion, she had fantasized about just strolling out of the water, proud and free in her nakedness. Amy didn’t know if she had the guts actually to do it if she ever did get caught, but the little fantasy never failed to get her all hot and bothered. Just thinking about it now was making her horny. Then again, at thirteen, everything seemed to make her horny.

Damn hormones, Amy thought, grinning as she moved into shallower water. She stopped when she could touch bottom and still keep her head above the surface. The murky water would obscure her nudity, and she was free to let her hand slip down her belly and between her thighs. Her massaging fingers found her bud tender and ready, the delicious pressure drawing a moan from her slack mouth. Her little noises of enjoyment joined the chorus of insects and birds in the heavy air, became a part of the song of summer.

As the pleasure began to work through her young body, she closed her eyes and let her mind wander where it would. Since last summer, it always seemed to end up in the hayloft…

… Amy made her way through the cool night, navigating the familiar path to the barn by the light of a three-quarters full moon. It was just bright enough that she didn’t need a flashlight, which was good. She couldn’t risk using one, anyway. Her uncle or aunt might look out the window and see her making her way to the barn, which wouldn’t do.

She wasn’t supposed to be in the barn alone at night, especially not in the hayloft. The floor of the upper deck of the barn was in need of repair, some of the boards broken or missing. It was dangerous in daylight and doubly so in the dark. One wrong step and it was a fifteen-foot fall to the dirt floor below.

Still, she couldn’t stay away. The hayloft was her favorite place on the ranch- well, maybe second since she found her swimming hole. The fact that she had to sneak out to come here only made it that much more special to her. It gave her a naughty little thrill, misbehaving.

Amy grinned as she made her way to the barn.

When she came to the big double doors of the barn, she opened the smaller door cut into the left one. The door squealed in protest, not happy about being moved. She winced, glancing back toward the house. No lights came on, so she thought she was okay.

Slipping inside, Amy closed the door behind her and hit the power button on her tablet. By the light of the screen, she crossed the barn to the ladder leading to the hayloft. The weather-worn wooden rungs creaked under her weight as she climbed. At the top, she made her way carefully to her reading spot nestled among the bails of hay. The blanket she had spread out there was waiting for her, and she flopped onto it. She opened the reader program on her tablet, pulled up the third book in the Harry Potter series and started reading where she had left off.

She had been reading about an hour when she heard the creak of hinges in desperate need of some WD40. She recognized the sound instantly- the small door cut into the barn doors opening. She fumbled with the power button on her tablet, finally managed to darken the screen. In the sudden gloom, her heart was racing.

Sure she was busted, she held her breath and listened. Her heart sank when she heard footsteps on the ladder she had ascended earlier. She could think of only one reason anyone would be coming up to the hayloft at this time of night- to find her where she wasn’t supposed to be.

Poking her head out of her hiding spot, Amy was surprised to see not Uncle Tim or Aunt Ellen, but a pretty local girl from town. Her name was Becky, Amy thought. She was the daughter of the owner of the small grocery store on Main Street, worked the register during the summer months when school was out.

What she was doing in the hayloft was a mystery though. It was a short-lived one, though, as a familiar face appeared at the top of the ladder. It was Leslie, the caretaker’s daughter.

Just the caretaker, Amy reminded herself. Uncle Sam- an honorary title, no relation to Amy- had gotten sick over the winter and Leslie had stepped in as the ranch’s caretaker.

Amy watched with interest as candles were lit and set carefully away from the very flammable hay. A blanket appeared from a backpack on Becky’s shoulders, and it was spread out between them. Frowning, Amy tried to figure out what in the world Leslie and Becky were up to. A picnic, maybe. Her frown deepened. This was a weird time and place for a picnic, but it was the only thing she could come up with.

She didn’t have to wonder what they were up to for long. Everything suddenly became clear as Becky kissed Leslie and began unbuttoning her shirt. Amy gasped in surprise, her eyes wide. The duo on the blanket didn’t hear her, luckily. She ducked down behind the hay until she could just barely see over it. Her hand over her mouth, she watched astonishment as clothing began to disappear.

Amy couldn’t believe what she was seeing- Becky was maybe fifteen and Leslie was in her thirties, easily twice her age. That didn’t stop Becky from pawing at the button on Leslie’s jeans eagerly. Amy’s already wide eyes widened even more as Becky’s hand slipped into Leslie’s panties as their kissing grew even more heated.

Ashamed to be staring, Amy tried to duck back into hiding. The boards under her feet creaked, and she froze. Her eyes cut to the lovers on the blanket but they were too distracted to have heard her. Her sigh of relief became a groan as she realized she was stuck. Any shift of her weight would make the floor creak, again, and she didn’t think it would go unnoticed a second time. She couldn’t move until Leslie and Becky left.

She tried to look away, to give the lovers as much privacy as she could, but their soft sighs drew her eyes back to the blanket. She knew she should look away, but she couldn’t. The passionate scene unfolding in front of her had her under a curious fascination. She was pretty sure she was supposed to find it weird, two women kissing and touching like this, but she didn’t. There was an erotic beauty to it, a sensuality that Amy couldn’t escape. The grip of curiosity that had her only tightened the longer she watched.

Her heart racing, Amy watched as Leslie urged Becky to her back, her fingers fumbling with the button on the teenager’s shorts. Giggling, Becky helped Leslie unbutton them, then run them down her long, tanned legs. Naked save for a pair of flimsy panties, Becky lifted her backside off the blanket so Leslie could remove them, too. Leslie’s eyes were heavy as they drank in the naked girl and Becky smiled up at the caretaker.

Amy was holding her breath as Leslie moved between Becky’s spread legs. She didn’t know exactly what was about to happen, but she knew it was something she wasn’t supposed to see. Her curiosity had her leaning forward.

Leslie lowered her mouth to Becky’s pussy. Amy’s eyes were wide as she watched the caretaker use her mouth to pleasure the teen. She was close enough to see what Leslie was doing to the girl, saw the flick of her tongue across her bud. Making a face, she wondered if that could feel good. Her unasked question was answered when Becky moaned thickly, her back arching off the blanket. Even as inexperienced as Amy was when it came to sex, she recognized the slack-mouthed, eyes rolled back look of pure enjoyment on Becky’s face.

Becky’s body began to move of its own volition, the roll of her hips pushing her pussy against Leslie’s mouth eagerly. Her little wordless cries of pleasure began to get louder as her fingers clutched at the blanket beneath her. Becky’s unrestrained reveling in the sensations washing through her young body was mesmerizing, had Amy’s rapt attention.

The teenager’s cries became urgent as her hand slipped into the hair on the back of Leslie’s head. Even from her hiding spot, Amy could see the tension enter the girl’s body, could see it in the tightening of her abdomen and the arching of her back. That tension built and built toward something. Amy thought she knew what.

She had recently discovered the joys of masturbation and recognized what was about to happen. She held her breath, waiting for that magical moment. Then Becky’s body went crazy, brought to the brink of ecstasy and beyond by Leslie’s capable tongue.

Amy was a little jealous of the look of pure bliss on the teenager’s face.

Still between the girl’s spread legs, Leslie got to her knees and shrugged the rest of the way out of her unbuttoned shirt. Becky sat up, hooking her fingers into the waistband of the caretaker’s snug jeans. One by one, Becky worked them off Leslie’s hips, taking her panties with them. Leslie stood up, so Becky could remove them completely. Suddenly, Leslie was as naked as Becky.

Amy found her eyes roaming over the caretaker, and she was surprised by how much she liked how Leslie looked standing there, her body bathed in the flickering flames of the candles. Amy had always thought Leslie was a pretty woman, but the way she was looking at her now was different. Up until now, that opinion of Leslie was clinical, at best. Now… She found herself drawn to her long legs, her flat stomach, her full breasts, and round backside, to how touchable-ly soft her skin looked.

She felt a flush of heat spread over her body and she blushed. Confused by her body’s reaction to Leslie’s nakedness, she tried to look away. When she couldn’t, she had to admit that she found the woman appealing. Swallowing hard, she wondered about this curious turn of events. She has never been attracted to another female before, let alone a woman twenty-something years older than her. Still, she didn’t even try to deny it.

Unable to tear her eyes away, Amy had thought maybe it was a reaction to suddenly seeing the woman naked, just a knee-jerk response, but it wasn’t. That initial attraction didn’t fade but intensified the longer her eyes roamed over Leslie’s naked body. She kept finding more things to like.

Becky had gotten to her knees, and she smiled up at Leslie as she ran her hands up the insides of the caretaker’s thighs. Leslie moaned as Becky’s tongue found her bud, her hips pushing against the girl’s mouth. Amy realized Becky was much younger than Leslie, but not inexperienced. The hot caress of her tongue had the woman’s cries of pleasure filling the hayloft.

Watching the wriggle of Becky’s tongue as she teased Leslie’s bud, Amy wondered what it was like. How would Leslie taste? Her face turned bright red as she realized what she had just been contemplating. Her cheeks were on fire as she wondered if she could ever do that to another girl, use her mouth to pleasure her? As she continued to watch, she thought she could, if it was the right person.

A blonde, blue-eyed caretaker, perhaps.

The heat in her face headed south at the thought of being in Becky’s place with her mouth on Leslie’s clit instead of the teens and settled between her thighs. Amy tried not to shift uncomfortably as her panties became wet with her excitement. Just how turned on the thought of going down on Leslie made her was a revelation for her.

Amy bit her lip, tried to clear those thoughts from her mind. Leslie’s little wordless cries of enjoyment made it impossible. Amy’s heart was racing, and she was trembling all over as she watched Leslie’s body writhe in ecstasy, watched her hips grind her pussy against Becky’s mouth in her eagerness. Amy couldn’t remember ever being this horny before.

Leslie looked so beautiful standing there on wobbly legs, an orgasm building up inside of her. Amy found herself holding her breath, again, as Leslie started to come undone. The caretaker cried out one last time as her body succumbed to the pleasure, her knees almost buckling as the climax shook her.

Leslie looked even more stunning in her ecstasy. Amy found herself even more drawn to the woman. When Becky stood up and moved into Leslie’s arms, she felt a stab of jealousy…

… Amy was still jealous of Becky as she stood naked in the creek on her uncle’s ranch, her fingers working feverishly to bring her to her own orgasm. Her eyes closed tight, she could see Leslie’s naked body bathed in candlelight as clearly as if the woman was standing in front of her now. That image hadn’t faded at all, even after a year away from the ranch. Amy didn’t think it ever would.

Her favorite fantasy still playing in her mind’s eye, she bit her lip to keep quiet, but she couldn’t hold back the sounds of excitement she was making. The swirling pressure of her fingers on her bud sent little waves of pleasure crashing through her, each one cresting a little higher and slamming into her harder. She felt the first stirrings of an orgasm, her toes digging into the rocky river bed. She didn’t even try to hold back her cries as she surrendered to the ecstasy building up inside of her young body. Her feet were still planted, but she felt like she was floating on the creek’s current. As light as a feather, she was in danger of drifting away.

Lost in the afterglow, she didn’t realize she wasn’t alone anymore until a horse whinnied nearby. Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped when she saw Leslie sitting astride the piebald mare, Buttercup, on the rocky bank of the stream. Surprised to see the woman she had just been fantasizing about, she blinked a couple of times but the caretaker was really here.

“Leslie? What are you doing here?!” Amy blurted, her cheeks hot. Her voice sounded guilty to her own ears. For a paranoid second, Amy thought the woman would know that Amy had been fantasizing about her somehow. She hoped it didn’t show on her face.

Her already red face burned even hotter as she realized the woman must have heard her. She hadn’t been able to control her voice in the throes of excitement, her cries of enjoyment surely carrying a ways into the woods around the stream. She was mortified that Leslie must know what she had been doing.

“We are supposed to go riding this afternoon, remember?” Leslie said, a hint of a smile tugging at one corner of her mouth.

Oh God, she knows, Amy thought, with an inward groan.

Amy noticed the second horse next to Buttercup and her heart skipped a beat. It was Midnight, her favorite of her uncle’s horses. A former racehorse, Midnight got his name from his deep black coat. He was truly a beautiful horse, proud and regal as he waited impatiently next to Buttercup.

He was a lot of horse, and Amy’s uncle didn’t let her ride him. Not yet, anyway, and not for lack of trying on Amy’s part. She has been begging him for years to let her ride Midnight, pleading her case that she was a skilled enough rider to take his reins. While he conceded she was a competent rider, he still wouldn’t let her on him.

Amy’s eyes went to the empty saddle on Midnight, and her heart started beating faster. Could it be? Was this going to be the day?

Glancing sheepishly at Leslie, she asked, “Is it noon, already?”

“Almost one,” Leslie said, looking around the swimming hole, “when you didn’t show up, I thought I might find you here.”

“You know about this place?” Amy asked, surprised. This was supposed to be her secret place where she could indulge her exhibitionist streak in relative safety. If Leslie knew about it…

I doubt Leslie is going to spy on me, Amy thought, then shivered at the thought of the caretaker doing just that.

Still looking around the swimming hole, Leslie said, “I used to come here all the time when I was your age.”

Amy blinked in surprise, then remembered Leslie’s dad was the caretaker of this ranch even before Amy’s uncle bought the place. They had a little house on one corner of the property. This place was as much Leslie’s home as it was Uncle Tim’s.

“I thought this was my secret spot,” Amy said.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to tell anyone about it,” Leslie said, the gave her a smile, “this was my secret spot, too. It’s all yours now, though.”

“Um, okay,” Amy said, wondering if she could still skinny dip here, knowing it wasn’t as much of a secret as it used to be. A little danger was exciting, but with a real chance of getting caught… By the woman she was deeply infatuated with, no less…

Once was enough, Amy thought, with an inward shake of her head. Her eyes cut to the pile of clothing on the bank, only fifteen feet away. So close but her shorts and t-shirt might as well be miles away. Amy sank a little lower in the water, praying it was murky enough to hide her nakedness.

“Anyway, come on out. It’ll be a shorter ride, but I think we can get a few hours in,” Leslie said.

“Um…” Amy said, her face getting hot, again, “can you turn around?”

“Turn around?” Leslie parroted, then the corners of her mouth turned up a knowing smile. She looked amused as she said, “I take it there wasn’t a bathing suit under those shorts and t-shirt, then.”

“Just turn around, okay?” Amy said, not as amused by the situation as Leslie was.

“Are you planning to stay in there all day, if I don’t?” Leslie asked, playfully. She knew Amy was embarrassed and was going to have a little fun at her expense.

“If you don’t,” Amy repeated, her heart skipping a beat.

Leslie was just messing with her, but it got the wheels turning in Amy’s head. What if her little fantasy came true, the one about her walking out of the stream naked and proud? Her face was still hot, but she wasn’t sure if it was with embarrassment or a flush of excitement. The thought of letting Leslie see her naked was both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measures. She wasn’t sure which reaction got her heart racing the fastest.

After that night in the hayloft, Amy hadn’t been able to get Leslie out of her mind. The rest of the summer and the following school year, the caretaker was a distraction. Her little daydreams and fantasies had only gotten worse as the spring months rolled by, and summer arrived. She couldn’t wait to see Leslie, again.

Amy has been flirting with the caretaker since she got here, mostly playfully but sort of testing the water, at the same time. Leslie’s literal roll in the hay with Becky suggested she might be into younger girls. So, Amy flirted. Leslie had seemed surprised at first, then amused by Amy’s antics, and finally curious when Amy didn’t stop. A couple of times, Amy caught the woman looking at her, her eyes lingering a little too long. Leslie would look away in a hurry, guiltily. Amy thought she might have succeeded in putting thoughts in the woman’s head. At least, she hoped she had.

Her heart was racing now, as she found herself seriously contemplating going through with her fantasy. If she did, she wondered how Leslie would respond. Would the caretaker like how she looked? Amy didn’t know if she had the curves to attract the woman’s eyes. She was still growing into her body, hasn’t completely lost the boyish straight lines of her youth. Those times Amy had caught Leslie looking… had the woman found her desirable?

It would be easy to find out, Amy thought, her heart racing, five or six steps toward the bank is all it would take.

That thought was like a hand on her back, propelling her forward before she had time to reconsider. With that first step, she was committed. There was no going back, so she put her shoulders back and held her head high as she moved toward the bank. She hoped she looked more confident than she felt, her legs like rubber bands with adrenaline. Her heart beat faster and faster as the concealing water receded. Each step revealed more of her naked body until the soles of her feet found dry land.

Amy shivered as she felt Leslie’s eyes on her bare skin. They were heavy, lingered in a way that made it hard for Amy to breathe. She risked a glance at the caretaker, saw she had the woman’s complete attention. More than that, she saw the woman was more than a little interested. She looked away before Leslie could see her excited grin and she had to bite back a nervous giggle.

I got her looking, Amy thought, her already racing heart beating even faster, now what?

With an inward groan, she discovered she didn’t know the answer to that question. Inexperienced in such things, she realized she had Leslie’s attention but didn’t know what to do with it. She loved the way the woman was looking at her, didn’t want her to stop. The problem was, she didn’t know how to hold Leslie’s attention beyond being naked. Would the spell be broken when she had her clothes back on?

Shit, she thought, walking over to her little pile of clothes. She felt Leslie’s eyes on her backside as she bent over to grab her towel. Her heart was knocking around her rib cage as an idea came to her. Straightening up, she started drying off slowly, sensually. Well, she hoped it was sensually. She wanted to put on a show for Leslie, something the caretaker wouldn’t quickly forget. She shivered again when she felt Leslie’s eyes follow the towel over her naked body. She took her time, gave the woman an eyeful.

Finished drying off, Amy pretended to notice Leslie was looking for the first time, tilted her head to one side, smiled and said, “Are you going to watch me?”

The caretaker met Amy’s eyes, asked, “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Amy’s heart skipped a few beats hearing the flirty tone in Leslie’s voice. With a playful smile, she said, “Maybe.”

I can’t believe I said that, Amy thought, surprised by her own bravery. She didn’t think she could be this bold. Was she really trying to seduce Leslie? She had thought about it and fantasized about it, sure, but she never really expected to be doing it. Not even when she had been flirting with Leslie this past month or so. This had to be the craziest thing she has ever done, by a long shot.

“Just maybe?” Leslie asked, the corners of her mouth turning up more.

That smile made Amy’s breath catch in her throat. It was playful and sexy, and Amy was pretty sure Leslie wasn’t supposed to smile at her like that. That smile said Leslie might be willing to be seduced. It made Amy a little jittery with adrenaline, and her hands were shaking. She squeezed the towel so Leslie couldn’t how nervous she was.

Taking a deep breath, she met the woman’s eyes and said, “I guess I was hoping you would.”

Inhaling sharply, Leslie just gaped at her a long moment. Finally, the woman looked away, said, “I probably shouldn’t have.”

“You did though,” Amy said, her heart racing.

Leslie looked back at her, nodded. Taking a shaky breath, the caretaker said, “I- I think you should put your clothes on before I- we… before we get in trouble.”

That little Freudian Slip made Amy flush with excitement. So far, Leslie hasn’t done anything that could get her in trouble, so there must be some guilty thoughts rattling around in her head. Something carnal involving Amy, perhaps?

God, I hope so, Amy thought, the blood in her face heading south as she imagined sleeping with Leslie.

She wondered if she should press her luck now- maybe ask Leslie if she wanted to skip riding and go swimming instead- but she decided not to. Amy didn’t think Leslie was ready for that, yet. She thought she had planted the idea in Leslie’s mind with this little gambit of hers, but she didn’t want to risk scaring Leslie away. Not that the woman seemed skittish. Her eyes were definitely bold as she drank Amy in. Still, Amy thought now wasn’t the right time. When it happened, she didn’t want Leslie to have any regrets.

Oh God, it’s when now, not if, Amy thought, her heart racing, I’ve started this snowball rolling, and I don’t think there’s any stopping it now. At least, I hope that’s what the look in Leslie’s eyes means.

Dropping the towel, Amy picked her panties out of the pile of clothing and stepped into them. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Leslie’s posture change. Meeting the caretaker’s eyes, she saw both relief and disappointment in them.

Still feeling bolder than she ever thought she could, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband and gave Leslie a coy smile, asked, “Do you want me to take them back off?”

Her heart skipped a half-dozen beats when she saw Leslie thinking about it. Finally, the woman laughed nervously, shook her head. She didn’t sound very sure when she said, “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

The corners of her mouth turning up even more, Amy said, “Well, when you change your mind, the offer stands.”

Laughing in surprise, Leslie said, “When I change my mind, huh?”

“Yeah,” Amy said, winking.

Giving Amy a weighing look, Leslie said, “You seem pretty sure I will.”

“I’m about seventy-five percent sure,” Amy said, meeting the woman’s eyes, “and about twenty-five percent hoping you will.”

“Wow,” Leslie said, laughing. She favored Amy with a curious smile, said, “Those are some pretty serious numbers.”

“I guess they are,” Amy said, plucking her shorts off the ground. She felt Leslie’s eyes on her as she wriggled into them. As she buttoned them, she met Leslie’s eyes, saw the woman trying to gauge whether Amy was serious or not.

Still holding her eyes, Leslie asked, “Have you put in thought into how those numbers add up?”

A little shyly, Amy admitted, “I’ve been thinking about it all summer.”

“Really?” Leslie asked, her eyes widening.

“Yeah,” Amy said, blushing.

“Huh,” the caretaker said, lost in thought.

While Leslie mauled over that, Amy finished getting dressed. Throwing her wet towel around Midnight’s neck, Amy put her foot in the stirrups. Midnight was bigger than any horse she had ever ridden, and she had to throw her leg high to get in the saddle. She managed to get seated, but, looking down, she thought she might need a little help dismounting.

Distracted by flirting with Leslie, she had almost forgotten how excited she had been about riding Midnight for the first time. Feeling the powerful horse between her knees and stroking his neck, she felt that excitement return. She was really going to get to ride Midnight, something she has been begging to be allowed to do for years.

Amy glanced at Leslie and saw the woman smiling at her. The caretaker, of all people, knew how much riding Midnight meant to her.

“How did you convince my uncle to let me ride him?” Amy asked, stroking the horse’ neck.

“Well,” Leslie said, leaning closer, “we don’t exactly have his permission.”

“He doesn’t know?” Amy asked, her eyes wide.

Grinning, Leslie said, “Your aunt doesn’t share your uncle’s overprotective side. She seems to think you are ready… and so do I.”

“Oh, he is going to be so mad,” Amy said, giggling.

“No, he’s not,” Leslie said, giving Amy a look, “because he never finds out about this. Got it?”

“Got it,” Amy said, miming zipping her lips.

“This stays between you, me, and your aunt.”

A little disappointed, she said, “So, this is a one-time thing, then.”

“Think of it as a trial run,” Leslie said, giving her a reassuring smile, “if you don’t break your neck, I can probably convince your aunt to convince your uncle.”

Grinning, Amy said, “Aunt Ellen can be very persuasive.”

That line made Leslie laugh, “That she can… especially with Tim. Six-foot-three and two hundred and fifty pounds, but scared of his wife.”

“All five-foot-six of her,” Amy said, laughing.

“I love Ellen, but I’m a little scared of her, too,” Leslie said, snorting, “she’s got a glare that would make a marine squirm.”

When her laughter dried up, Amy asked, “Do you really think she’d do it? Talk to Uncle Tim?”

Nodding, Leslie said, “This ride was her idea. She knows you’ve been looking forward to riding Midnight for a while.”

“So don’t break my neck,” Amy said, taking a deep breath, “got it.”

“Something to remember… Midnight is a thoroughbred and a former racehorse. He is faster than any horse you’ve ever ridden, and he loves to run. He is a lot of horse to handle at full gallop, even for experienced riders. So, take it easy and keep him to a trot.”

“Okay,” Amy said, her heart racing. She has seen Midnight run, knew Leslie was right. Midnight at full gallop had been both exhilarating and terrifying to watch at a distance. She figured the ride would be even more terrifying in person.

Smiling, Leslie said, “Let’s go then.”

With a tug at the reins and a gentle nudge to the ribs with her heels, Amy wheeled Midnight around and followed Leslie and Buttercup as they headed back the way they had come. Amy figured they were headed back to the stables, so she was surprised when Leslie guided her horse onto a well-worn trail that led further into the woods. She smiled when she realized this wouldn’t just be a quick loop but an extended ride. The smile widened as she wondered if taking this longer, more scenic route had been the plan all along or had her little stunt inspired Leslie to spend a little more time with her. Maybe in a secluded little nook where she could make good on her promise to take her panties off, again.

That little fantasy brought the heat between her thighs back to life, and she discovered riding a horse when horny could be problematic. The motion of Midnight’s gait translated to the saddle, which in turn rubbed deliciously against her sensitive bud. She took a deep breath, trying to relax. When that didn’t work, she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

Distracted by the lovely sensation, Amy didn’t notice Leslie was looking at her right away. When Amy finally looked at her, she saw curiosity in Leslie’s eyes. She thought the caretaker probably had a lot of questions after what she had pulled on the bank of the stream. Amy saw the woman trying to decide if she wanted to ask them or not. Holding her breath, she waited for Leslie to make up her mind.

Finally, Leslie’s curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, “Back home… Is there a… girlfriend?”

“No,” Amy said, then realized there was more to the question, “unfortunately, no.”

“Ah,” Leslie said, nodding. The second part of Amy’s response had answered her real question- was Amy into girls?

Or blonde caretakers, Amy thought, which didn’t help her struggle with the saddle rubbing against her bud.

Hoping to distract herself, Amy asked, “How about you? Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Um, no,” Leslie answered, with a nervous laugh.

“Really?” Amy asked, then playfully added, “I figure a woman as pretty as you would be beating them off with a stick.”

“I haven’t needed my stick much lately,” Leslie said, favoring Amy with a warm smile.

Amy smiled back at her, and their eyes met for a long moment. There was a sudden tension between them, Amy thought. Leslie must have felt it, too, because she looked away. Breaking eye contact didn’t dispel the gravity they felt toward each other. Amy thought the woman was resisting that pull out of guilt or a sense of propriety.

She needed to convince Leslie it was something she wanted, too. Only, she didn’t know how. Considering the circumstances, guilt was probably the proper emotional response. With an inward groan, Amy wondered how she was supposed to convince Leslie that sleeping with her was anything but a bad idea.

Leslie glanced at Amy, then she shook her head and looked away. Looking down at her hands, she said, “Amy, I… About earlier-”

“You are going to apologize, aren’t you?” Amy asked.

“I think I should,” Leslie said, uncomfortably.

With a nervous laugh, Amy said, “I should be the one apologizing.”

“You?” Leslie said, giving Amy a curious look.

“I- I think you are beautiful,” Amy said, her cheeks burning, “I have a huge crush on you and I… I thought maybe I could get you to notice me. God, I can’t believe I let you see me naked!”

“Oh,” Leslie said, meeting Amy’s eyes. She seemed like she had something she wanted to say, but wasn’t sure if she should. Amy could see her struggling with it, and she looked expectantly at the woman. Finally, Leslie said, “You didn’t need to do anything to make me notice you.”

“No?” Amy asked, hopeful.

“You are becoming a beautiful young woman,” Leslie said, then with an embarrassed little laugh, “something I wish I could say I hadn’t noticed.”

Smiling at her, Amy said, “I was hoping you’d notice. I’d hate to think I’ve been wearing these little shorts all summer for nothing.”

Leslie snorted in surprise, then laughed. Sobering up some, she gave Amy a curious smile, asked, “What exactly were you hoping to accomplish with your ‘little shorts’?”

“Accomplish?” Amy parroted, raising her eyebrows.

“You wanted my attention,” Leslie said, meeting her eyes, “what are you planning to do with it now that you have it?”

“I-well…” Amy said, blushing bright red, “a few… things come to mind.”

Laughing, Leslie asked, “Do they now? What would a girl your age know about such things?”

“Um…” Amy said, her face even hotter.

Leslie looked at her for a moment, then the corners of her mouth curled up in a sexy smile, and she said, “Interesting.”

“Interesting?” Amy asked.

“Perhaps you do know something after all,” Leslie said, not letting Amy look away.

Amy squirmed, hoping the woman wouldn’t ask what she knew and definitely not how she knew it. The first question she thought she could answer, but the second… that would be an awkward conversation. She scrambled to think up a story, one that didn’t involve spying on Leslie and Becky.

Luckily, Leslie didn’t ask, so Amy didn’t have to deliver her lame story. Instead, the woman turned her eyes back to the trail and seemed lost in thought. They rode in silence for a while, and Amy was left to wonder what Leslie was thinking about. Her own thoughts were on the fact that she had just admitted she had a crush on the caretaker and, amazingly enough, Leslie had admitted she found Amy attractive, too.

She couldn’t stop smiling.

Leslie suddenly laughed and shook her head. Amy glanced at her and saw the woman smiling.

“What?” Amy asked.

“Just thinking about what you did,” Leslie said, smiling at her, “I was pretty wild when I was your age, but I don’t think I was ever that bold.”

“I didn’t feel bold,” Amy said, laughing, “God, I was shaking so bad.”

“It didn’t show. You looked pretty confident to me,” Leslie said, meeting Amy’s eyes, “you seemed unfazed about being naked.”

Amy’s voice was a little shaky as she said, “The way you were looking at me… It made it easier to be bold.”

Nodding, Leslie said, “I knew I should look away, shouldn’t encourage you, but… I couldn’t.”

“You couldn’t?” Amy repeated, caught off guard by the honesty in the statement. She could see in the woman’s eyes she meant it.

“You were so confident and beautiful and… well, very naked… No, I couldn’t help myself,” Leslie said.

No one had ever said anything like that to Amy before, and her heart didn’t know if it wanted to stop or race, tried to do both at the same time. She was smiling again, and she couldn’t stop.

Leslie saw her smiling and laughed, “You should be ashamed of yourself by the way. That stunt with you pulled with your panties. It was just mean. You have no idea how hard it was to behave.”

Grinning at her, Amy said, “I saw you thinking about it.”

“You have no idea,” Leslie said, then met Amy’s eyes and smiled, “do you think I should have said yes?”

Amy inhaled sharply, surprised by the question. Swallowing hard, she said, “The offer is still on the table.”

Her smile becoming playful, Leslie said, “You shouldn’t make such an offer lightly. What if I took you up on it?”

Her heart racing, Amy realized their flirting had taken a turn for the serious. The look in Leslie’s eyes said she was already thinking about taking Amy up on the offer. Whatever reservations Leslie had had about sleeping with Amy were fading fast.

When, not if, Amy thought, taking a deep breath.

Her voice was shaky as she said, “Who said I made it lightly?”

The corners of Leslie’s mouth turned up even more, and she said, “I told you you were bolder than me.”

“Does that mean you are going to take me up on it?” Amy asked, holding her breath.

“Thinking about it,” Leslie said, shaking her head at herself, “damned if I’m not.”

“Yeah?” Amy asked.

Leslie glanced at Amy, took a deep breath, and said, “Yeah.”

“Don’t say it lightly…” Amy said, meeting her eyes, “get a girl’s hopes up for nothing.”

Laughing, Leslie said, “Wouldn’t think of it.”

“Well, don’t wait too long- there are only six more weeks of summer vacation,” Amy said, playfully.

“Honestly,” Leslie said, her hand worrying at the saddle horn, “we wouldn’t have made it off the river bank if you were… Older.”

Meeting Leslie’s eyes, Amy asked, “Do you think I’m too young?”

“The federal government seems to think so,” Leslie said.

“I didn’t ask for their opinion,” Amy said, meeting the woman’s eyes.

Leslie looked at her for a moment, then said, “I think you are mature and intelligent enough to know what you want.”

“I am,” Amy said, then a lightly shyly, “and what I want is to be with you.”

Shaking her head, Leslie looked away for a moment. She was chewing on her lip when she looked back at Amy. Finally, she said, “God, I want that, too.”

Grinning, Amy said, “Then fuck the federal government.”

Caught off guard, Leslie burst out laughing, said, “Fuck the federal government, huh?”

“Say it with me,” Amy said, her grin turning up even more.

Still laughing, Leslie said, “Fuck the federal government.”

“One more time,” Amy said, holding Leslie’s gaze, “fuck the federal government!!”

The way Leslie was smiling at her made Amy feel warm all over. Leslie seemed to make her mind up about something, suddenly nodded and said, “Alright.”

“Alright?” Amy asked.

“Just alright,” Leslie said, then glanced at her watch, “we need to head back. I promised your aunt I’d have Midnight put up before your uncle gets home.”

“Okay,” Amy said.

Amy wondered what Leslie had meant by ‘alright’. She thought she knew, but it might just be wishful thinking.

Leslie led them off the path they were on and onto one that came out near the stables. They rode in a curiously comfortable silence. Amy had a lot to think about and was glad for a moment alone with her thoughts. It had been a very eventful afternoon, after all.

Amy kept stealing little looks at the beautiful woman in the saddle next to her. More than a few times, she caught Leslie looking back at her. Her heart would beat faster every time their eyes met. It was like a scene out of a romantic movie.

It was going on four o’clock by the time they broke through the treeline behind the stables. Amy followed Leslie into the building. She watched as Leslie lithely swung off of Buttercup, securing the mare’s reins to a post. Amy looked down at the ground, thinking about how hard it had been climbing on the horse. She had a feeling it wasn’t going to be any easier getting down.

With a deep breath, Amy swung her leg up and over, stepping down with that leg. Midnight was such a tall horse that the foot still in the stirrup way up in the air. Pulling it out, Amy lost her balance, might have fallen if Leslie wasn’t there to steady her.

“I’ve got you,” Leslie said, her hands on Amy’s lower back.

“Thanks,” Amy said, embarrassed. She turned to give the caretaker a sheepish grin.

“Don’t mention it,” Leslie said, with a sympathetic smile.

Suddenly, Amy realized they were still standing very close, and Leslie’s hands were still on her hips. Like two magnets left too close to each other, they came together in each other’s arms. Amy’s heart was racing as she turned her face up into the woman’s. She was trembling with need, her eyes begging Leslie to kiss her. Then Leslie did, a sweet but hesitant kiss that deepened as Amy responded and kissed her back eagerly. Amy didn’t know how long they stood like that, the world receding away for awhile.

Leslie put her hand on Amy’s shoulder, gently pushed her back, and husked, “We need to stop.”

“Stop? But I-” Amy said, her eyes finding Leslie’s. Was the woman having second thoughts?

Smiling reassuringly, Leslie gave Amy one more lingering kiss, then said, “Just for now. Too many people in and out of here.”

“Oh,” Amy said, still a little disappointed.

“Besides,” Leslie said, laughing self-consciously, “you wouldn’t want me now. I spent all morning mucking out the stalls and probably stink to high heaven. I’m going to need a nice hot shower before I feel desirable, again.”

Distracted by the feel of the woman’s body pressed against hers and the kissing, she had noticed, but Leslie was right. She smelled of manure and straw, which wasn’t exactly an offensive smell, but it didn’t inspire a lot of romantic thoughts.

“I still think you are desirable,” Amy said, smiling at her.

“You are sweet,” Leslie said, stealing a kiss, “but save it for tonight.”

“Tonight?” Amy asked, her eyes widening.

“I was thinking we could meet at the barn tonight,” Leslie said.

“Tonight? That’s forever in teenager years,” Amy said, with a playful groan.

Laughing, Leslie met her eyes and said, “It’s not going to be easy to wait for me, either.”

“Good,” Amy said, kissing her, “I don’t want to be the only one horny all afternoon.”

“Trust me,” Leslie said, smiling, “you won’t be. Now, get out of here so I can put Buttercup and Midnight up.”

Amy stole one last kiss, then said, “See you tonight then.”

“Tonight,” Leslie said, slipping out of Amy’s arm. As Amy started to turn away, she said, “Amy? Could you wear your white dress?”

Grinning, Amy said, “The one with the spaghetti straps?”

“Yeah,” Leslie said, a little sheepishly. Still, Amy thought the woman really wanted her to wear it.

“Okay,” Amy said, smiling as she left the stables. More suited for a school dance than a hot summer on a working farm, she had only packed the dress for one reason- to get Leslie’s attention.

I guess it did its job, Amy thought.

Continue to Part Two

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