Left for dead (CLOSED)

I had just gotten done filling the tub for my bath. I had only been in it for a few seconds when to my subtle surprise the door is knocked down by what looked like a flying cowboy. "What in the hell?" I scream scratching my head and wondering if all outlaws hit on women this way. Busting their bedroom door down would certainly be a conversation starter. I quickly grab a towel and wrap it around my body as I step out of the tub.

First I look to the gaping hole in the wall that used to be my door and then back to the unconscious man still lying on the floor in the middle of my bedroom. I give him two kicks with my foot to try and wake him and not to my surprise he didn't move an inch.

When I stepped out into the hallway or balcony of the saloon, my eyes were greeted with pure chaos. Flying chairs and bottles to the right of me, as well as half beaten men and the men who punched them to the left.

"Good thing I didn't drink too much of that whiskey." I sigh easily making my way around dodging things. Finally I see Billy just in time to watch a bottle being broken over someone's head. Fortunately, no guns which caught me off guard. Guns were their thing right? You would've also thought that an almost fully naked native girl parting a crowd of angry men would have gotten their attention. But no. Somehow I had managed to make my way through the bar room without a single scratch.

Billy seemed focused on something else as well I noticed while I stood against a wall. Bar room brawls are kinda entertaining to watch when it's just a bunch men swinging at each other and missing.

Eventually I press my lips together and give a loud whistle. I think I kinda caught Billy's attention but then again. I couldn't really tell. "Hey I'm sleeping in your room tonight" I shout across the short distance to him. There's a big smile on my face at the sheer comedy of the situation. I assume he heard me and make my way back through the crowd and upstairs. Now the drunken cowboy on my floor had vanished. I grabbed my clothes and headed over to the room next to mine. Hopefully when Billy came upstairs he wouldn't be shocked to see a nude girl in his room.
 
To my delight, I managed to avoid much of the confrontation, and only had to contend with a few broken bottles and avoiding flying farm hands. I scanned the room as the numbers dwindled further. Then something caught my eye. Someone staggered toward the door... his posture and gait looked familiar... Ollie?

I stared, fixated on the figure as it stumbled out into the street. Should I follow? No, I reasoned. Best to wait it out and investigate in the morning after a good nights sleep.

Once the fight had died down, mainly due to the lack of combatants left standing, I grabbed an intact bottle and headed up the stairs to my room. I decided to looked in on Kera as I passed, only to notice the lack of door to her room. I panicked slightly and hurried along the corridor. I poked my head in and, aside from the half full bathtub, an empty room.

"Kera?" I called. No answer. This was a worrying turn of events, where was she? I headed net door then, wondering if, due to the lack of a door, she had taken refuge in my room. I knocked lightly.

"Kera? You in there?" I asked. No response. She could be asleep, I reasoned. So I pushed the door open gently. I stepped in and pulled it to behind me. I turned and saw her there in the bed. The top sheet was discarded, just leaving the thin cotton lower sheet which seemed to cling to the contours of her lithe, golden body. Her eyes were closed, her hair splayed out on the pillow.

I stood for a moment enjoying the stillness of the quiet room. The sheets fell off the curve of her hips revealing a slither of thigh before covering her calves again. The curves of her breasts were clearly visible through the thin material, and her aureoles showed through as dark stains on her skin. I felt my jeans tighten as my cock stiffened. For a split second I considered undressing and sliding under the sheets next to her, feeling her warm skin against mine, running my fingers over her body. Tasting her lips with mine.. the inviting warmth of her mouth as our tongues played together ...
 
The fighting seemed like it went on forever downstairs. I certainly had enough time to finish cleaning myself before making myself comfortable in Billy's bed. I could hear the shocked screaming of working girls and their gentleman callers making their way down the hall. Most seemed unphased by the gaping hole left in my room unless they were worried about being blamed for it. I easily entertained myself by listening to the sounds of love making, confusion and fighting that surrounded Billy's room.

I could feel myself start to drift off to sleep with his name on my lips. The sounds of people still having sex in all of this confusion seemed to fuel my thoughts as I drifted. Then I woke to find him in bed with me. Naked and caressing my body with his hardened working hands. I knew that this night was going to be my first night. The night where I finally become a woman and Billy was going to be the man to make it happen.

As I spread my legs wider so that he could crawl between them I held my breath. "Will it hurt?" I ask him nervous and naive to the ways of love making and Billy assures me with a kiss that it would only hurt for a moment.

"But first we have to sheer this sheep and make a blanket." Billy spoke just as I was ready for him to take me. Had I known that I had really been asleep this entire time and meekly moaning his name under my breath this would have made more sense to me. He would mention making a blanket a few more times before I manage to wake up from this dream.

When I do, I see Billy standing there near the door, holding a decently full bottle of whiskey he saved from the brawl. I'm silently embarrassed. About what? I had no idea. "How was the show?" I ask him and pat the bed beside me. Oddly after only knowing him for a such a short time I felt perfectly comfortable being naked in front of him.

I wanted him to see my naked body. Maybe it would help him to think of me as more than just a traveling companion. He seemed to make it out of the brawl with barely even a scratch. The gossip I had heard earlier made it's way back into my thoughts. I would have to bring it up to him eventually but not tonight. Tonight I wanted to enjoy his company.

"Sorry I took up most of your bed." I say with a smile as I start to sit up. "I think if we work it out though, there could be enough space for both of us."
 
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'How was the show?' she asked, patting the mattress beside her. The light from the candles made the sheet translucent, the shadow of her nipples and pubic hair were dark stains on the cotton. I stood frozen in time. She looked so fragile and yet so... inviting.

'Sorry I took up most of your bed.' she smiled. She began to sit up, letting the sheet slide away from her chest. 'I think if we work it out though, there could be enough space for both of us.' her smile became a grin then, the sheet moving to reveal her perfect breasts, the golden skin glistening in the candlelight.

"Not a problem..." was all I could think to say. I felt my Jeans tighten as my cock responded to what my eyes were showing it. She was inviting me to share the bed with her, that was sure... and she was very, very naked.

I moved forward, pushing the door closed behind me. I set the bottle down on the night stand as I unbuttoned my shirt. She propped her head up on one elbow, making sure I had a good view of her completely naked form. She bit her lip softly in anticipation. My shirt hit the floor, followed by my boots, belt and jeans. I stood before her naked. My cock was standing to full attention.

She gasped slightly. I got the impression she had never seen a man naked before.

I moved silently to the bed and lay next to her, running my fingers lightly across her thigh, over her hip and along the curve of her stomach.

"Yep. Definitely space for both of us..." I whispered, leaning towards her and kissing her softly on the mouth.
 
That kiss he gave me sent chills through my body. I couldn't believe this was really happening. I thought about telling him that I had no experience but then things seemed to be going so well. I enjoyed the way it felt when he touched my body. I can feel my blood start to race faster through my body. Every little stroke of his hands set fire to my body.

When he broke the kiss, I took my fingers and ran them over my lips taking in the memory of it. "Kiss me again. " I ask blushing. I interlace my fingers in his before leading his hand between my legs. I slide our hands over the soft skin of my inner thigh and then I let go. This was my way of saying "Yes! I want this!".

I lick my lips preparing for my next taste of his lips. Then I press my index finger to his lips stopping him. Possibly a bad choice of time but I was then that I the courage to tell him. "I've never....I've never made love before" I blurted out before rolling over to face him. My fingers were crossed in hopes that he didn't find that statement funny. I thought about telling him that technically I'm promised to another , my father's doing. Not my choice. Then he would have to find out that I'm using our deal to escape my father the chief and a marriage to a complete stranger.

When he starts to respond, is when I manage to get out of my own head.
 
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