This is a work of fiction, using characters from the film, “The Quick and the Dead”.  No insult or invasion of privacy or infringement of copyright is intended. The story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains adult language. The writer is not responsible for any "discomfort" caused to the reader by this language and these situations.

Seven O’Clock

©03/2003

by Darrin Lee Hutton

As Cort approached the Cotters’ ranch, he wondered again if this was such a good idea.  Rachel’s intentions had become clearer to him after she had left the mission.  Once he had a chance to replay their conversation in his mind, he realized that she had been flirting outrageously with him.  That he had been so taken with her attention and had agreed to come over, was not lost on him.  He was as much to blame.  More so, for being older and unfortunately wiser, he should have known better.

But her eyes had bewitched him.  He loved her dark brown eyes.  And her strawberry blond hair, fetchingly pulled back in a simple bow.  Even her frock had captivated him, unable to hide her blooming woman-hood, even with its straight cut, her curves had been quite evident.  And he had done without for so very long…A man could only “take care of” himself just so much, and then a woman was needed.

He had made several promises to God.  But this was one promise he didn’t know if he could keep much longer.  He argued with himself all the way to the front door, but lost every time.  He was oblivious to the fact that his rationalizations were due to his overwhelming need.  All he knew was, Rachel had appeared willing and he was willing to find out if it was true.

Before he knocked on the door, he promised himself that he’d spend a little time with her and see what happened.  With the Cotters present, it wasn’t like they were going to be able to actually do anything.  But this would be a testing of the waters, a placing of the fleece before God as it were, and when God answered him, he’d react according to that answer.

He got his answer a lot faster than he’d ever imagined.

He knocked on the door and was surprised when Rachel opened it almost immediately.

“Cort!  Right on time, come in!”

Cort greeted her and then walked into the parlor as she led the way.

“Would you like some lemonade?” Rachel asked, a sweet smile on her face.

“That would be great, it was quite a dusty walk over here.”

Rachel quickly brought in a tray containing a jug of lemonade and two glasses.  Cort smiled to himself.

“Where are Mr and Mrs Cotter?” he asked after drinking down almost half the lemonade.

“Oh?  Didn’t you know?  They’re out of town.”

Cort almost choked into his glass.  Well, that answers that, he thought.  Thank you, God, although I’m still not sure if this is a good idea.

“No, I didn’t know.  Maybe I shouldn’t be here…”

“Oh, Cort.  I’m nineteen, I think I can entertain a preacher without a chaperone!”

Cort laughed.  Wasn’t this what he wanted, too?

“All right, Rachel.  But I won’t stay overly long.”

“Just until I cut your hair,” she said with a sigh.  It sounded a little disappointed to Cort.  “Come into the kitchen, then, and let’s see what we can do with you.”

Cort followed her into the kitchen and sat down in the chair in front of the sink that she gestured towards.  Rachel wet his hair with water from a bucket she had brought in from the pump outside.  Cort felt her hands smoothing his hair back and then felt his heart beat a little faster.

Rachel felt her heart beat a little faster.  Here he was, in her kitchen, letting her touch him.  And now that the moment was here and she felt as if it just might turn into something, she was nervous.  This was what she wanted, wasn’t it?  To lose her virginity to Cort?  Cort, who she had fantasized about ever since she had woken from that dream months ago?  A dream that had left her feeling quite warm in her special place, her garden.  She remembered her dream every day and sometimes rubbed herself down there until the heat flared and then subsided.  She wondered what it would be like with the real thing, the man she had dreamt about.

Being an orphan, there had been a remarkable number of times she had almost been taken, but she had managed to escape the clutches of the men who would try and take away her innocence.  But now that something had been awakened in her, she longed to be rid of it, to know what it was like to feel a man touch her, to wander through her garden and make her a woman.

She pushed Cort back up into a sitting position and reached for the scissors.

“Just a trim, right, darlin’?” he asked cautiously.

“Sure, Cort, whatever you want,” she said a little too breathlessly.

He must have noticed because he looked at her strangely as she faced him to cut his bangs.  She could barely stand looking into his eyes.  Then she stopped thinking altogether and kissed him, a quick little peck on his lips.  His beautiful bow-shaped lips.

He pulled back from her, almost upsetting the bucket behind him on the kitchen counter.

“Rachel!  What are you –“

“I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!  I wasn’t thinking!”

Cort stood up and was going to leave, this wasn’t a good idea at all, he was suddenly convinced, but she was so tantalizing, soft and warm and womanly.  He stopped thinking and pulled her to him, crushing his lips onto hers, pulling her into his embrace.

He kissed her.  He stopped thinking and kissed her.  Pulling her bottom lip into his mouth, then her top lip, just enjoying the feel of her warm breath against him.  He wanted more of her and pushed his tongue into her mouth, excited by her short gasp his action elicited.  He could feel that she was aroused by her sudden willingness to participate, her tongue engaging his in a wet dance.  He felt his cock harden beneath his britches and before he realized what he was doing, pushed his hips into hers to let her feel what she was doing to him.

She gave a small yelp and pulled away from him.  He stared at her in heated confusion.

“Rachel, what is it?  Did I hurt you?”

“No, I…No…It’s just…”

“What?” he was exasperated and impatient with his arousal.

“It’s my first time,” she said in a small voice.

“Oh, God,” he whispered.  “I need to go, this is wrong.”

She stopped him, pleading eyes staring up into his.  “Cort, please, you don’t understand.  I want to.  And I want to with you.”

“Rachel, if you’ve waited this long…Your husband…You should wait…”

“I don’t want to wait!” she declared angrily.  “I want you.”  Her voice dropped to a whisper.  “Please?”

Well, that’s a pretty clear sign, Cort thought to himself.  The Lord couldn’t get much clearer than that.  Maybe He had led him here on purpose.  Maybe this was a small reward.

“All right, Rachel,” he said softly.  “But we’ll go slow.  Show me to your bedroom.”

Rachel led him down the hallway to her small room.  There was a bed and a vanity and not much else.  Cort pulled her to him and kissed her again.

“Cort,” she whispered, pulling back from him to catch her breath, “there are some things I don’t know, will you teach me?”

“Yes, I’ll teach you,” he smiled indulgently.  Then pulled her to him to resume their kiss.

His hands found her breasts and gently kneaded them.  “Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Yes, why?”

“Why does it feel good or why do I want to know?”

She giggled.  “Why does it feel good?”

Cort wasn’t sure about that one.  “I guess it’s to help you relax.  Y’know, for later.”

“Oh, when you fuck me.”

“Wh-what?” he stuttered.

“Isn’t that right?  That’s what I heard someone say once!”  Rachel blushed fiercely.

“That’s…well, that’s right, but not a very nice word for it.”

“What should I say?”  She’d been saying that word to herself for some time now and although aware it wasn’t something she should say in front of people, she did think she had finally used it correctly.  “Spray in my garden?” she continued.

“Well, that’s one way of putting it,” he laughed gently.  “But what we’re going to do is make love.”

“Make love,” she repeated.  That sounded nice.  “Does that mean you love me?” she asked innocently.

“I don’t know,” he replied honestly, “I hadn’t thought about it.”

“But we can do it anyway, right?”

“As long as you want to, Rachel.  We won’t do anything you don’t want to.”  Thoughts of his first time raced through his mind and he smelled peach pie, remembering.

“Okay, Cort.  I trust you.”  Rachel smiled at him sweetly.

Cort started kissing her again, massaging her breasts through the cotton of her shift, then dropped one hand to her waist and pulled her to him, letting her feel his erection.  She murmured softly, little sounds emitting from her throat that let him know it was okay to continue.

He pulled away from her and pulled her frock from her, then pulled her under garments from her, gently untying the knot that was holding up her knickers.  As they dropped to the floor, he stared and said, “You’re beautiful, Rachel.”  Then he pulled off his own clothing, but left his britches on.

“Please, Cort, I want to see.”  Thoughts of her fantasy were flooding though her mind and she wanted to be sure he was all she had imagined.  That he would be big and hard and not shrivel away…

He laughed gently and removed the garment in question.  Laughed again as her eyes grew wide.

“That’s going inside me?” she whispered.

“It’ll fit just fine, darlin’.  Do you want to touch me?”

She didn’t answer but put out her hand slowly.  Touched the red tip of his cock with one tentative finger.  Cort drew in a gasp at her touch.  She paid him no mind and kept up her exploration, becoming bolder.

“Does it always drool like that?” she asked

“At this point, yes,” was all he could think to say.

“How do you walk around with that between your legs?”

“I’ve been doin’ it all my life, guess it’s just natural.”

She kept rubbing it and holding it.  This was nothing like she had thought about.  Somehow, even though she thought she had known what to expect, she had pictured it differently.

“Rachel, if you keep that up we’re gonna be done before we’ve begun,” Cort said in a strangled voice.

She let go of him quickly.  “I’m sorry!” she declared, a worried look in her eyes.

“It’s all right, honey, it’s just, well, it’s been awhile and…” he trailed off not sure what else to say.

“What do we do now?” she asked, very unsure of herself.  This was her fantasy and yet so very unlike it.

“Come here.  Sit on the edge of the bed.  I’m gonna show you something you’re going to like a lot.”

Rachel did as she was told and Cort kissed her then leant her back until she was on her back.  He moved to her breasts and took one nipple into his mouth pulling it into a hard little peak, then moved over and did the same to the other.  Rachel found herself moaning and writhing under his caresses, just as she had dreamt she would.  But when he began moving lower she grew apprehensive.  What was he doing?

Cort kissed the soft curls at the base of her belly and she drew in a sharp gasp.  He was going to kiss her there!

When he did, she let out a small cry.  But Cort could tell it was a cry of pleasure and did not stop.  He licked at her moisture, it tasted so sweet, so innocently light on his tongue.  He nuzzled upwards and caught her hard little nub in his mouth and gently licked and tugged at it until she cried out, “Oh, Cort, oh my God, Cort!”

And Rachel came properly for the first time in her life.

Cort smiled against her, gentling her back down as she panted through her spasms around his mouth.

“What was that?!” she cried, when she had regained her voice.

“A little pleasure for you.  You enjoyed it?”  Cort smiled mischievously at her.

“Yes.  Is that called cumming?” she asked innocently.  She was now completely convinced that she didn’t know the first thing about what she had been fantasizing about.

“For a virgin, you sure know a lot of the words,” Cort quipped.

“I listen a lot.”

“I guess so.”

“What now?”

“You’re ready for more?”

“Yes, I want it all.  Will it be like that again?”

“Yeah, but this part can be painful.  But only for a little bit and then it will feel nice.  Are you sure, Rachel?”

“Yes, Cort.  Please.  I want to become a woman in your arms.”

Cort smiled at her and pulled her up so her head was resting on her pillow.  He settled between her legs and positioned himself at her entrance.

“Just hold onto me, darlin’.  The pain is only brief, and then you’ll come again, I promise.  I’ll make sure it’s nice for you, okay?”

Rachel nodded and wrapped her arms around him as he dropped his body onto hers.  He whispered softly in her ear, gently telling her to relax and let him in.

“Wrap your legs around me, Rachel, it’ll be easier that way.”  She did as he instructed.

He pushed in slowly, letting her get used to him.  He heard her soft whimper.

“Shh, darlin’, shh.  It’s all right, just a quick pain and then I’ll give you a sweet coming you’ll like.”

He felt himself blocked at her maidenhead and pulled back a little, then pushed in harder to break it.  She cried out with the pain as he had suspected she would but he kept on going until he was into her up to his root.  Then he paused and let her get used to him.

“Here we go, darlin’.  That’s it, it’ll feel good now.  God, so good,” he whispered, more to himself now, than helping her through the loss of her virginity.

He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding easily in and out of her now.  He was happy to feel her begin matching his rhythm, the soft little moans from her music to his ears.  He ground his hips into hers, stimulating her little nub, bringing her to another coming as promised.  She bucked under him, calling out his name again.

“Good, darlin’, that’s good, Rachel.  One more, honey.”

“I don’t think I can,” she panted.

“Yes, Rachel, come with me now.  Feel me inside you, feel me…”

Her heart pounding hard, she could feel that sunburst spreading through her again as his voice rumbled through her.  Then he was pounding so much harder into her and suddenly she felt hot jets of liquid inside her, Cort crying out her name as she had cried out his.  His hips slowed then stopped, and the two of them lay panting on Rachel’s little bed.

He rolled off her and pulled her to him.  Held her close as she felt her eyes drifting closed.

She had done it.  She had lost her virginity with the man of her dreams.  And it was better than the fantasy ever could have been.

THE END