By Air Mail Ch.05

And I have a feeling that later is now.

They told me that if I had a man I came to care about, then if it got there, the best thing to do was to give him something every night, if I could. They told me that it's good for a man to have that and if you've made a good choice and he's the one, then he'll have a brain too and want to do you right in return.

She told me that a pair of people can get through most anything if they have that, even if they just start out as friends. It made the old woman laugh a little and she said that was how she came to have her man, and then they were married and she ran out of fingers showing me how many grandchildren and great-grandchildren that she had. I think she lost count in it somewhere, because they all laughed at her.

I was too young to get it all back then, but I know what they were trying to tell me now."

She kissed his ear very softly and whispered, "That's my evil plan, anyway."

Quinton chuckled at that, "So far, so good."

"You feel better now?" she asked, "Because I really want you to and I promise not to hold anything back if it comes to me, so I might tell you some pretty stupid stuff, but you seem to want to hear it from me and I like that."

He nodded and she saw the little smile return to him when he thanked her because it looked to him like she cared. "What kind of stupid stuff?"

She chuckled, "Well if you're gonna test me; you know what I'd want from you sometime? Momma used to tell me that a man's juice can get in some pretty surprising places - like it's got a mind of it's own or something. She says it can get just everywhere. I've never even seen it, so I think this'll sound funny, but it's how I feel. Sometime, I'd want you to get me messy with it.

I don't even know where that thought comes from in me. I just know that I'd want that one time at least. Momma said that it doesn't stain clothes and it washes out easy after, but she says it's what a man makes and it's sticky and gooey and ...

And it sounds pretty nice to me, if I do it right for a man. Some people might not like the thought but I do. I don't even know how much I'd get, but Momma told me that it can surprise a girl, how much there is and all."

Emmy found herself moving from his gentle laughter underneath her, so she smiled and asked if that was stupid enough for him.

Quinton smiled up at her, "Miss Emmy, if I ever do fall in love with you, I think at least some of it will be over the way that you talk to me now and then. You can call what you just said stupid, but I don't think it is at all, since I can see that you mean it."

Emmy nodded and she humped a little harder, "I do, Quinton. I know this is just us fooling around some, but the way that I see it, for right here inside an airplane in a cold place, we've got each other and to me, that's a sight better than trying to sleep alone on a hill like we've got in here right now. For right now, you're my man, and that's what I wanted - to find out how it feels to do something with a man I care about.

I'm not too heavy for you am I?" Emmy looked a little uncertain for a moment, "Quinton, I'm not a willow-girl. Ok, you're a lot bigger than me, but I'm not exactly as light as a feather. Are you sure that -"

"I want to feel your magnificent ass, Emmy," he chuckled with a huge grin as he looked up at her, "There, I've admitted it and everything, ok?"

She stopped and looked at him, "I've got a magnificent ass now?"

He nodded happily as she humped onto him a little harder, "Oh Emmy, you just don't know."

"Well, I like the way that your hands make it feel like this," she smiled, "What's the difference between big and magnificent?"

"Big is big," he shrugged, squeezing her flank, "You're just right to fit with the rest of your figure. Notice that I didn't say amazing, though it is to me."

"Then why didn't you say that?" Emmy asked.

Quinton shrugged, "I didn't think that you'd believe me, that's all."

"You can say amazing," she giggled, "I'm thrilled that you like my body."

He chuckled, "Ok, then you have an amazing body, alright? I didn't say fat. This is solid, like the rest of you as well. You just don't like being what you are. I love your eyes and your hair, the color you hate so much in your skin when you're not feeling like you belong. I love your face and your nose and -"

He stopped suddenly, though she felt that he was still thrusting in the limited way that the position allowed him to as he matched her movements against him, "What, Quinton? What were you going to say?"

"I was going to say that you were all wrong when you said that you were a nightmare."

She smiled as she humped on him, "Well if you don't want me to turn into one right now, tell me what's going on in your head."

"Think of the picture, Emmy," he said quietly.

She didn't know what he was talking about and she was about to tell him that - as well as how dangerous it was to be talking to a girl about her body if she wasn't exactly in love with herself over it.

Then she thought of the photographs that she'd seen earlier. She tossed the image of the one taken from above, since it made no sense and she threw away the one with them all lined up proudly in front of the plane. That left only one.

The horse-girl.

"You're saying that you think I'm -"

He shook his head, "No, think about her. Think about her as though she was real and not a cartoon. What Eddie painted was a shapely girl, but she wasn't what you called a willow-girl, was she?"

Emmy shook her head. The girl in the picture was beautiful in her cartoon-ish way, but she wasn't ...

"You like that?" she asked and he nodded.

"You think that I'm ..."

Quinton sighed with a grin, "You're her in the flesh, built like a dream and hard enough to just make me want to ..."

He slammed his head back down gently, "Fine. I want to kiss your legs - all the way up from your ankles, and I want to just chew ..."

"On my magnificent ass?" she prompted and he nodded, "But that's only from the back. If I was starting from the front - "

He rolled his eyes and his hands fell to the floor, "I don't even know where I'd end up, Emmy."

Emmy grinned all of a sudden and she picked up the pace and worked them about as fast as she could go, loving the feeling of it even more now. Her breaths became a little ragged as she fought to get her thoughts out, but she was grinning to beat the band.

"Quinton," she huffed, "you delicio-usly fine smel-ling stud, there's still the two pats of butter l-left. I'll scrape them off the paper a-and if y-you give me uhh, a chance and some ... some ohhh, patience ... hon-ey, I - I'll let you p-pound my ass all y-you want tonight.

I'll be yo- your night - Night Mare."

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They were careful and Quinton was slow and as gentle as he could be, but they were both in just a little bit of a hurry by that point, wanting to know what it was like and overall, the change in Emmy was remarkable. She wanted this now; a little low on her knees and holding herself so that he had the angle.

When they were together and the shivering from other than the coolness of the air was past her, Emmy nudged back a little once and then again.

"It takes some getting used to, she said, "No doubt about that, but Momma used to like to do this a lot. I think that I'm starting to know why, too.

Let's go, Quinton. Try it a little and then see if I can stand it when you get going."

He was still slow with it, but he got there over time, and not long after that, he was banging Emmy as hard as he could, and she wanted it even harder and faster.

The sound of his hips slapping her ass just seemed to spur Emmy on and he had to ask her not to shout out quite so loudly as she implored him to fuck her harder.

"Well, I n-nev-er kn-ew that it-it could fe-el this go-od, "she said with a delicious grin. A thought came to her and she wanted to laugh.

She didn't and instead, she just said it - since he seemed to like these moments so much. "I love this," she groaned, "I love how you f-fuuck me - and I love you Quinton!

For ri-ight no -o -ow, I just love you - uh, uhh, t-to de-ath!"

He seized her hips and plowed her like the devil himself and she looked back at him happily. When she could manage it, she reached back and toyed with herself and it wasn't long before he felt her clench on him as she came with one sleeve of her overalls jammed against her mouth while she howled out to him how good he was for her.

He came then, feeling like he'd never come this hard in his life, which was a surprise to him, since there was little for the sensitive tip of him to feel inside of her. But it didn't matter. He gave her everything that he had and she had to bite down again and cry out from the feeling of him hardening to that impossible degree.

They eased forward and down with Quinton struggling to stay in her. The afterglow felt wonderful to Emmy as he caressed her skin.

"Ok, I'm trying not to tell you that I'm in love with you, Quinton," she sighed, "It wants to come out of me so much right now even though we're finished."

He nodded from over her shoulder as he kissed it, "I'm feeling something like that too. I don't think we need to be shy when we're like this."

When he'd softened enough to ease out of her, she was all over him again, though a lot more tenderly. "I feel like I've just stepped into a whole new me somehow," she whispered, "I never knew that I had something like that inside of me."

She sighed, "But it's sure out now, if you'll let me be this new kind of girl that I've become. I don't expect anything, Quinton. I know that I'm still the same girl. I just felt so ... free and ... I don't even know a word for how I felt but I liked it."

"You be whoever you want to be, Emmy," he smiled a little wearily, "I'm sure that I'll like her too."

"Even if she's got a sore ass now?" she asked with a smile.

"Even if she makes about every muscle in my body cramp while I'm fucking her as hard as she wants me to," he nodded, "you sure were something.

I don't know what this is yet," he grinned, "though it feels pretty good to me. I think that we'd better try to see if we can get along in everything else before you and I decide just what."

She nodded, "But I think that this is what I want, so I'm gonna try for that too.

I kind of like being a Night Mare now."

She felt a little funny and reached back for a moment. Her hand came away with a little butter on it, but there was something more. When she looked up, Quinton was looking at her curiously.

"Oh don't mind me," she chuckled, "I just didn't think about feeling like hot buttered popcorn at the movies. I just felt something and as messy as this is, I have to say that I like it.

I must have done it right, since you squirted inside me so much." She chuckled, not being able to help it, "Momma would think I'm nuts, but I really like that thought."

She sighed with a smile, "This is really messy. Just what I had in mind, too."

Quinton brought her all of the paper napkins that he could find and after them getting her cleaned up, he covered them both as much as he could and held her close to him for the rest of the night. That was the final new feeling for Emmy after a long day full of newness. She decided that she liked it there against him, and she pressed up against him a little more for a few moments before she closed her eyes with her head against his chest.