Benton Collier

The jealous protector

CHAPTER ONE

The small California valley lay quiet under the eerie light of a full moon. There were a few clouds in the dark sky, but they were so thin and wispy that they seemed to vanish like gossamer as they drifted across the face of the moon.

The valley was dotted with small houses scattered in haphazard fashion. It was hardly a town. There was a general store and a gas station, but no real center. Most of the houses stood on two or three acres of land; little homesteads with their own gardens and a few chickens. In a few years this would be just another suburb of the malignantly growing city that lay so near, but now it was still a haven of peace and beauty.

The night was warm; it was mid-summer. One of the little farms seemed smaller and older than the others, or maybe it was just the special nature of the moonlight. It was way out on the farthest edge of the valley by itself. In the daylight, with all the magic of the night stripped from it, it might have looked ragged and untended. But now the warped boards of the tool shed and barn, the sagging verandah at the front of the main house, the uneven clumps of wild grass were all a perfect playground for the moon. The whole place was a contrast of light and dark, from the white gleam of the ancient wood to the deep shadows trapped under the thick tangles of trees and bushes.

It had been completely still up to now, almost as if every living creature had been frozen into a kind of hypnotized silence by the strange light that illuminated the place. But suddenly a deep moan issued from behind a thicket of vines and then there was the suggestion of a half-hidden movement. It was dark where the sound had issued from, but then the moonlight shone upon something white. It was the face of a young girl, twisted in uncertainty. Another moan issued from her lips as the figure of a young boy hovered over her.

"Ooooh, Danny, I think we should stop." Her voice was shaky and breathless.

The boy looked down at her, unable to move. This had already gone much further than he had expected and he was a little frightened. He and the girl had gone into these bushes just a few minutes ago to steal a hidden kiss and one thing had led to another. Now she lay panting and twisting beneath him. He had never seen her like this. In fact, in all his sixteen years he had never seen any girl just like this. There hadn't been much opportunity in this little town, but now Patty Edwards, the girl he had had a crush on for almost a year lay writhing beneath him, her moans of passion exciting him as he had never been excited before. He could feel his hotly pulsing penis forming a great bulge under his thin trousers. He felt helpless against its desperate throbbing, and the desire to take her right there on the ground raced through his entire body. He could feel the warmth of her flesh, smell her intoxicating female odor. Her voluptuously firm body pressed up against him causing a scorching tingle deep in his loins.

Patty reached out for him and clasped him tightly, desperately. He could hear her heavy breathing. The tenderness and love he felt for her made his longing even stronger and he gasped, "God, we've got to stop this right now or it'll be too late. I can't stand it much longer."

Her answer was a low animal-like moan deep in her throat. Her hands clasped his neck and pulled his face down against hers so that their cheeks caressed while her hips pressed against him, rubbing up and down against the hard protuberance of his erection. With a joyful feeling that they were one person rather than two, he buried his lips in her neck and moved his hands quiveringly down the smooth warm flesh of her upper back until they were hidden underneath her between her dress and the ground.

As his lewdly exploring fingers reached the beginning of the outward flare of her hips, he pulled her ripe young body up hard against him. His hands moved down over the softness of her flesh until they were cupping her firmly rounded buttocks in sensual ecstasy. He forced her hips into his, crushing her loins against his penis until it hurt him, torturing himself. Her buttocks were smooth and hard as she strained against him, then she relaxed and the twin mounds swelled out into his hands.

"Do you love me?" he whispered, praying for an answer.