Then, Rosa partially turned, “Is it true?” Quintessa glanced over questioningly. “Is it true about the dog? How dad found you and what blew everything up?”
Quintessa knew this was coming, that it was going to come at any rate. If the girl would be on the farm, it wasn’t something that could be hidden. She nodded. Her hand swept in front of them as she drove. “Right or wrong … there isn’t much out here. It’s not like there are boys across the street, at the corner, everywhere … growing up there might be a boy your age a mile or two away, maybe as the crow flies across the fields. A curious girl might find herself experimenting. She sees it all the time during mating seasons … dogs, cows, cattle, horses … sex on the farm is as common and obvious as the corn, hay, or beans growing.” She glanced to the side, away from the young woman in the other seat. “Yes … yes, it’s true. I had done that exact experimenting, then more. When he brought that mature dog home and spent such long days away at work … it just happened.”
Rosa was quiet. Quintessa stole a nervous glance. The young woman was working on something and she decided to let her work it through at her pace. Then, when she turned, there was a bright light of interest and curiosity in her eyes. She shifted in the seat as much as she could with the seatbelt fastened, “Did grandma do it, too?”
Grandma. Quintessa felt her heart swell. She smiled, “She was the one who told me it was natural to want to experiment when she found me watching a dog mating a bitch. She said a loving man satisfied a deeper yearning … but any cock could satisfy an itch.” She stole another look and found Rosa looking directly ahead out the windshield with a smile on her face and nodding.
“You were brought up free and that got stifled.”
“Your father saw some of those free attitudes in me and seemed to yearn for it, too. But, when it came down to it, he couldn’t handle it. He reverted back to condemning me rather than sitting down and trying to understand. Given the chance, I might have changed if he could’ve given some. As it was …”
There was a sadness in her voice, but then she pointed ahead down the dirt road. All Rosa could see ahead was more fields and pasture except for a large cluster of cottonwood trees in the distance. She pulled her eyes away and looked at her mom whose face was no longer reflecting the sadness of her voiced words. Her eyes shined, her face was relaxed, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly as they approached. Rosa turned her gaze back to the clump of trees excitedly.
When the truck stopped near the house, Rosa eased her way out to stand on the hardpack dirt as if any sudden moves or action would wake her out of a dream instead of reality. Her only view of a farm had been movies, TV, and what was visible from major highways. Now she stood in the midst of one … her mom’s … her real mom’s. She felt a hand on her shoulder … finally … the real mom she had dreamed about, yearned for, searched for … and she was so much more than what those people hated her for … a woman with a spirit that couldn’t be contained.
Quintessa was pointing out what she would discover later in more detail and familiarity. The house was a simple three-bedroom ranch with a small basement she used as a root cellar but was intended for tornado protection. The large barn to the left and a corral behind and to the side, which was empty. Beyond the corral was a large pasture where a few horses and cattle were seen before the land rose to a small hill and disappeared to the other side. All around them for as far as she could see, it seemed, was fields (rotated corn and soy beans, she was told). Still surrounding the hardpacked dirt yard in front of the barn was a hog pen and shed. A chicken coop was between the barn and house but it seemed there were more chickens pecking the ground outside the coop than inside. Then, she heard the barks. Not angry barks or warning barks but excited, greeting barks. She followed the sound to find three dogs racing through the pasture on a bee-line for them. One was a German Shepherd Quintessa bought but the others were Coon Hound mutts that wandered in and stayed. The dogs excitedly milled around Quintessa for pets, then sat obediently when told to so Rosa could bend down to greet each one. It struck Rosa how they were never allowed to have a dog for a pet. A knowing smile crossed her face as the reason sank in.
They talked a lot, but over the first couple days, Rosa was also shown how much work there really was on the farm but happily took up whatever chores she could manage. She also learned little things about Quintessa and this new life. Quintessa slept naked and rose naked. Rosa found her in the kitchen the first morning fixing breakfast and drinking coffee … naked. The next morning, Rosa joined her and felt a freedom of expression that simple act represented. When she dared to leave her bedroom at the sounds of activity in the kitchen down the hall, she tentatively moved in that direction hoping the previous morning wasn’t the anomaly.
Rosa walked up behind her mother and took her carefully in her arms from behind so as not to scare her at the stove. The feeling of her mother’s naked body pressed against hers was exciting and invigorating. To walk naked in the house was something she would have never dared before. Quintessa topped that. She reached up into a cupboard and took down a bowl.
“Good morning, dear. I need some more eggs. Take this out and search for eggs. Check the hay in the barn, too.” She turned to face the daughter she had dreamed about, staying in her arms, their naked breasts pressing against each other. “Free-range chickens mean it’s a hunt to find where they lay the eggs.” She smiled and patted her on the hip.
“Outside? Like this?”
Quintessa chuckled, “Honey, you do what’s comfortable around here. Put a tee-shirt on or clothes or stay like that … I would. Nobody is due here today.”
Rosa picked up the bowl and stared at it, then glanced at her mom who was pulling bacon strips off the slab. Rosa shrugged and walked out the back door and turned left for the barn. If walking around the house had felt liberating, crossing the lawn from the back to the hardpack dirt in front of the barn was both intimidating and heart soaring. She couldn’t help but stop in the open and look all around. The horses and cattle in the pasture, the planted fields, the birds in the air and in the trees, and the dogs bounding toward her from the around the other side of the barn. She bent down to pet each of the dogs, then headed for the barn, stopping at the large open door when she spotted a lone egg nestled in some stray hay. After nearly filling the bowl, she exited the barn and found herself almost forgetting that she was naked until she felt a sudden breeze caress her private parts, teasing her nipples and pussy.
It also took those two days for the question to be raised by Rosa. Meeting the dogs outside naked encouraged her. It was, after all, like a cloud hanging over everything. As they drank another mug of coffee after breakfast, Rosa blurted it out, “I want to try the dogs.”
Quintessa smiled wryly, “Try them?” She knew what Rosa meant, though. She smiled and nodded. There was nothing more said about it. Until later … until lunch break. Quintessa casually inquired about the earlier declaration Rosa made to confirm her intention was real after time to consider it. She then explained how different a dog was in mating, how the cock was shaped, the knot that formed at the base, the action of intensity, the feel of the waterier cum. Rosa was almost shocked by the discussion. Quintessa was so open and matter-of-fact about it all. Sex with a dog was sex, a means to relief of a bodily need and gratification. Listening to her, Rosa had the distinct feeling that this was merely something that was a private experience, not a perversion to shock or rebel against societal convention but a natural function between male and female, just trading a human female for a canine bitch. She was still all in, though, if not quite nervous.
Rosa had begun wearing the same simple, button-up, loose style dress made of thin material that Quintessa wore. It was something that could be opened as much as needed for air flow but protected the skin when bumping into the animals, lifting hay, etc. And, like Quintessa, she was naked underneath. So, when Quintessa was satisfied Rosa was serious and ready, she led the way to a spot underneath an apple tree in the backyard. She whistled for the dogs and began unbuttoning her own dress. Rosa quickly followed suit.
Naked, she looked intently at her daughter. Internally, she shook her head. Rosa had been with her only a couple days and already she was joining her to be mated by the dogs. But she didn’t feel perverse about it, she felt like a very intimate experience was being shared, a sharing that was shared to her at about the same age … maybe younger.
Quintessa raised a hand to cup a breast of Rosa’s and looked into the younger woman’s eyes. “You are beautiful, Rosa. I love your body.” She leaned forward and gently kissed her on the lips. She had never experimented with another woman. She wondered if Rosa had in her search for sex. She kissed her again and decided to go for it, “Maybe … sometime … you’d let me explore your body?”
Rosa’s reaction was instant and startling. Rosa pulled her mom into a tight embrace and kissed her back hard, her tongue joining into the kiss and Quintessa responded. Gasping, Rosa responded, “Oh God, yes … I … I want that, too. I want everything … anything. I feel like I have stepped into a world where nothing is easy … certainly not lazy … and everything is wonderfully new and exciting. Yes … yes, we can explore each other together!”
Quintessa smiled and kissed Rosa, again. The dogs were now milling around the two naked women, their snouts raised, sniffing the scent of arousal familiar to them, but for the first time there were two females giving off the scent.
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