Act 4, Scene 1 Part 1
The faint but sharp noise of the shots
from the Western Block woke up the couple who had lain on the bedding by the
wood shed. It was not a fine bedding but one of some cloth; theirs to be exact while
they lain in the nude.
"Fear not, Freddy. Its
probably the sound of the wind. It does crack like that at times." Miranda
who had lain on her side while her lover of sort held her from the back. They
may had been silly then, but the kisses laden by the other was too enticing to
be released. She had never felt such feelings when his lips caressed hers and
then to her neck. She may not be able to see, but she knew what the kisses look
like. He had paused at below her neck and then he went up to her shoulder.
"Freddy, please continue on
as you were." Miranda had pushed his head towards her bosom; lowered than
before. His lips caressed her coarse clothing but the sensation was to permeate
through the fabric to her flesh. She shuddered in her body and moved back her
head to pushed her bosom forth. He needed no persuasion than that, to nuzzle
his face into her bosom.
Miranda remembered when she was
younger, she had buried her face into her mother's bosom and felt the warmth
but that time was different when she was with Freddy. She arched her back
further up but his caress was just as shallow then. She did not know why and
how, but she moved to ease the shoulders strap of her dress to let it fall off
the arms. She pulled back his face to raised it up to her face.
"Kissed me, Freddy."
The young man was a virgin at the works, nodded his head. His lips once
caressed hers but she had pushed him down again to her bosom. He was treated to
the sight of her bared breasts which he had never seen. He had seen breasts,
but they were always clothed or hidden. His ventured into the full play of sex
was rather limited by his personal principle of modesty. That was his excuse to
many enticing ladies, but the truth was he feared being blackmailed again for
another act of sex.
"Kissed me there."
Freddy was pushed to the upper flesh of her breast, which he had no notion of
what to do. He did as kisses was to be laid, and as his lips felt the softer
flesh there, he went into a state of nuzzling and minor bites. His bites took
on its own journey as he trailed down to the center. There he felt the hardness
tip but his eyes closed, he only knew that it was in need of a deeper kiss. His
lips engulfed it and suckled on it like the young infant would do. It was a
natural act of any person in need of its nutrients.
Miranda moaned out her feeling
when his lips caressed her tips; she knew not what was it to described the
feeling but to hold him ever closer to her. She had once tried to kissed her
mother there once, but she had told her it was not hers anymore to feed
anymore.
"Your days at my breasts are
to be held close from your face. Its now back to your father who would suckle
on it."
"Why, mother?" Miranda
had asked.
"Its the few parts of
myself, that were reserved only for him, as my love. I share it not with anyone
and more so when that one should weaned off it a long time ago." Her
mother explained. "There were to be another one soon, but he does not
know."
"Who's that, Mother?"
Miranda asked.
"Perhaps your sister or
brother, but we shall wait for the day when God deliver the baby." It was
the night before her mother's death that Miranda was to know that she was to
have another baby brother or sister.
The hard nibble on her breast
shook her off her thoughts. She pulled him up again to her face. She sees not
as we knew, but she needed to see him at the face to asked him.
"Would you father ...our
child?" Miranda asked of him. Freddy meanwhile then was caught between the
feeling of hormonal urges and parental responsibility.
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