As his hands fumbled with her clothes, she did nothing. She was too afraid. She could fight, but this big, powerful man would get what he wanted in the end, and at what cost to her? This was excruciating for her. She felt so cowardly and ashamed.

He removed everything but her undergarments. When he had opened her camisole and pantalets, he said, "Oh Mary, why'd your husband leave a pretty woman like you out here by yourself?"

"He's dead," she responded, then thought, Why the hell did I tell him?

"Was he good to you?" he asked.

"Yes," she said as her tears flowed freely. She hoped Lum couldn't see what was happening now.

Wes put his arms around her and said, "Well then, I'm sorry. But Mary, I figure he was one lucky fella to have had you for a wife."

Lum had said the same thing many times, and, it was strangely touching to hear these words from this intruder... and comforting to feel his strong arms around her. It had been so long since she had felt anybody's embrace.

"I want to make this good for you," he whispered as he parted her legs, slipped his right hand into her pantalets, and gently caressed her vulva. This was a shock to her at first. Lum had never done anything like this. Ah... it was starting to feel good... really good.

He looked into her eyes and drew closer. His eyes didn't seem so threatening now. His next words, softly spoken, intrigued her: "You're so sweet and pretty, and if you were my woman, I'd do anything for you." Then he caressed her lips with his. His kisses were very tender and passionate.

"I want to be very good to you," he whispered in her ear.

He closed her camisole and smoothed his hands over the garment. The movements of his hands and the fabric produced an irresistible sensation. She couldn't think. Then his right hand dropped between her legs again. She knew this wasn't right, but the gentle grazing of his lips and hands overwhelmed her, forcing such thoughts from her mind.

"Nice," he whispered, as she began pushing back against his hand between her legs. It was more than nice.

"Please," she begged, pushing her little hands against his chest. Lum hadn't filled her like this, and she was afraid. She thought it would hurt if he moved as Lum had. He did move, though very slowly. What she felt was like pain in its intensity, but it wasn't pain. It was like the sensation she'd felt when his hand was between her legs -- like it, yet different. She didn't understand it, but she responded to it. She stopped trying to push him away.

"Oh God... oh God," with surprise, she heard the words escaping her lips.

He leaned forward, his face within an inch of hers. The sensation between her legs became more intense in this position. She groaned deeply. She wanted his kisses now, but he didn't kiss her. She tried to kiss him, but he turned his head in mock resistance, making her pursue his mouth, denying her what he knew she wanted. Then he laughed and gave in, kissing her as she had never been kissed.

He rocked her back and forth in the chair, while he stayed motionless inside her.

"Uuuhhhh," she responded.

He resumed moving, slowly at first, working gradually deeper inside her. Then he pushed the length of himself into her. She shook her head from side to side as he almost exited her, then surged into her deepest recesses, again and again. It felt so good.

He opened her camisole again and pushed her upper body back with his hands over her breasts. He squeezed her nipples as he thrust faster. She squealed with delight.

"Yes, do that," she begged, "do that."

He complied, continuing in this fashion for some time. He placed his right thumb against her sweet, secret place and played it like a musical instrument in rhythm with his thrusts.

She cried out as her body responded, the sensation building and exploding. With Lum, she had only ever approached this feeling. It was frightening in its intensity, but she surrendered to the pleasure, moaning and thrashing about.

Wes grabbed her hips and began thrusting harder. She expected any second to feel his juices squirting into her. But he withdrew from her, stroking himself and spilling his semen onto the towel on the floor. She had never seen this before and found it fascinating: the fluid pumping from the little hole in the head of his penis.

She had now seen the faces of two men in ecstasy, and she now knew what they felt. Until then, she'd never understood why men were so eager to have sex. She had a twinge of self-pity for all those times she hadn't been pleased, but she couldn't blame Lum. She was sure he would have pleased her, had he known how. And why should he have known when she didn't know herself?

Wes seemed to have recovered. He lifted her, carried her into the bedroom, and lay her on the bed. He sat beside her, leaned over and kissed her sweetly. She couldn't believe this had happened, was happening. It didn't seem real.

"What will you do now?" she asked, no longer frightened of anything, except that he might leave.

"That's up to you, sweetie," he replied. "I don't have anywhere much to go. I've been to most places. And, well, you could sure use a man around here."

"Yes, I could," she said, and put her arms around him.