“You got a boyfriend?” she asked me, and I said no.

“You want to go for a ride?” she asked, and I said yes.

I knew I would get scolded, but I could no more have refused than turn down strawberries and ice cream. We turned away from the sight of my house. The cows came back into view. A big orange and black butterfly hung in the air. The sky was clear.

“Hold on,” she said. When the horse sailed over the fence, I thought my heart would shoot out of my mouth. My terror evaporated in her laughter, and then her low chuckle brought another feeling altogether. She was holding me so tight still.

Rohn loosened the rein some more. She put her face down next to my cheek. I heard her breathing and felt her long fingers moving on my body, as if they were gently searching for something just under my clothes. I stopped breathing for a minute. She smelled of Ivory soap and the heat of the day. Once, her hat brim brushed my face; it felt soft as cotton.

“Can I touch your breast?” she whispered.

I managed to say yes.

With just two fingers and a thumb she rubbed softly in circles. Around and around through my blouse, from the fullness of my breast to its tip. She did it softly, and once she squeezed the nipple a little. Her hand held the reins on my bare thigh where my skirt had come up.

She put her whole hand over my breast and kneaded it. I noticed the wetness between my legs. I tried to open them wider, and they pressed against her. She kissed my cheek. The dampness her lips left there cooled in the air.

She kept squeezing and playing with my tit, and I think I moaned or gasped or something because she kissed me again. I turned my face toward her. She took off her hat and gave it to me to hold.

She unbuttoned one button of my blouse and slipped her hand inside. It was warm, dry, and smooth. Her hair fell against my face, and it felt like the silk scarf my aunt had sent my grandma from New York.

She held my tit hard and then she pinched the nipple a little. The small pain heated my whole front. Her mouth was on mine, and I thought I would die. It was warm and wet and I thought I would starve before I moved away. I opened my mouth and she pushed her tongue in. She licked the inside of my mouth, inside my jaws, the roof of my mouth. I took her tongue and sucked it.

Her hand, pressing my breast, pinched the nipple more, and each burst of pain filled me enough to almost lift me. And she was kissing me harder and spit was all down on my chin.