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LaDonna and Sparky


LaDonna and Sparky Version 1.1 (Thank you, Des and Katie)

Genesis: I was listening to an NPR piece describing high tech future
farming using GPS, satellite images, soil analysis and micro weather
prediction. But, back in the old days, how did they do it, down on the

"Poppa, old red got on Sparky today." I shoveled another gob of mashed
potatoes onto my plate, careful not to get any on the peas and carrots I'd
piled up.

Sparky, my rat faced, black and white, part terrier, part who 'n the
heck knows, had followed me home one day. When she smiled her silly smile
and fawned, rollin' to her back to show me her pink, round belly, I fell
completely in love with the silly puppie. So much that I washed out an old chipped and rusty, broken handled enamel cookin' pan just for her scraps.

Poppa didn't raise his head, just glanced up through his thick black,
gray streaked eyebrows for a second or two. He nodded and chewed his beans
quietly; well, for him, quietly.

"Cull two when she weans 'em, baby girl. Gunny sack the rest."

I nodded my head, Poppa's word was law on our farm. I'd expected to
have to drop all the pups into the creek, but Sparky was a real good
ratter. That's maybe why Poppa wanted to keep two.

He reached for another corn bread muffin, splitting it with one hand
like Momma usta break eggs over her mixing bowl. His other hand lifted his
knife, which he waved at me like Mr. Patterson, our junior high principle
and girls choir leader would wave his baton when he was trying to bring us
up tempo.

"LaDonna," he said with a questioning tone, now looking me full in the
eye. "How old you now?"

"Twelve, Poppa," I said, pouring hot brown gravy into the hole I'd made
in the middle of my mounded mashed potatoes. His question surprised me, I
slipped and poured gravy outside the hole. I like things neat and almost
swore out loud. Jesus somehow transformed into, "Jiminy Crickets." Now
Poppa's not got much religion, but he's careful 'bout things like that.
He'd thump my head if I profaned loud enough for him to hear.

Poppa tilted his head back and closed his right eye. His squinty, one
eyed look gave me the shivers.

"Don't, Poppa. Don't left eye me like that. You'll curdle my milk."

"You aint got no teats ta speak of," he said, opening his right eye a
crack. "No milk to spoil."

I picked up my blue aluminum glass, which, not many years ago, had come
from the A&P full of cottage cheese, and took a big gulp. Momma couldn't
resist twofers, back when she was alive.

"This milk, Poppa."

I waved the glass at him before putting it down.

Poppa cleaned his plate, sopping up ham hock and bean juice with the
last unbuttered corn muffin.

"Come set with me in the parlor," he said, his voice so very soft I
almost didn't make out his words. "When you got your chores done."

"Yes, Poppa."

I felt a shiver, a tingle of anticipation wash through me. After I
cleared the table and did the dishes, Poppa was gonna talk to me. He did
almost every week. Trying to explain different things like how life wasn't
very fair sometimes, but we could still be grateful for what we had. I
enjoyed his talks, sitting, cozy and comfy, on his lap. His big, rough
calloused hands would hug me, stroke my belly, squeeze me close. I loved
my Poppa and I could tell, even if he never told me, that he loved me too.

Poppa was winding the old clock, set high on a shelf on the wall
opposite his upholstered chair. He turned and smiled, just a little smile,
as I entered his room. Yeah, his room. It smelled of his evening tobacco,
his sweat, his... Oh, I don't know, 'cept this was Poppa's parlor, always
a special place for me.

Poppa walked slowly over to his old chair, and bent himself into it. He
looked at me, kinda squinty eyed for a bit, then he patted his leg.

"C'mon over here, baby girl. Sit on my knee."

I turned and aimed my butt at his lap, bent slightly and slowly lowered
myself down. Poppa would complain, and probably pinch my leg if I just
jumped onto him. I squirmed into place, put my cheek against Poppa's
shoulder and smiled up at him. He half smiled back with that twisted look
of him doin' something he didn't do very often.

"Baby girl, you is growin' up." He squeezed my skinny leg just above my
knobby, scabbed knee. "The boy's will be sniffin' round you soon. Don't
give 'em any truck, you hear?"

"Yes, Poppa," I said.

Then Poppa did something he'd never done before, kinda surprised me. He
put his work gnarly hand right on my titty. He gave it a little squeeze,
and made a funny sound in his chest, like he was diggin' down real deep for

He finally got it out, and asked, his voice almost a whisper, "You
grow'd any hair yet, baby girl?"

He poked a black nailed finger tip at my crotch, not touching me, mind
you, but close enough so I knew where he meant.

"Don't think so, Poppa." I lifted my head off his shoulder and gave him
a questioning look. I didn't understand why he was asking about my body.

"You got a nurse at school. Go ask her about 'The Curse'."

"Curse? What curse, Poppa?"

"Wimmins' curse. You understand? The 'monthlies'."

I guess the look I gave him showed my confusion.

"Ever' month wimmin bleed from their, ah..." He squirmed, as if trying
to get comfortable in his lumpy chair. " 'Gina's." He made a little
grunting sound right after he said that. Sorta like he was still trying to
clear his throat. "You'll be startin' in soon. We'll keep some clean rags

Now I understood what he was getting to. Cousin Darly Jean had a bad
pain deep in her belly when she had her 'curse', as Poppa called it. Guess
for DJ it was, she got snippier than a momma dog with a litter of sharp
tooth pups when it was on her.

"Now, one last thing," Poppa made that funny sound again, deep in his
chest. "If a boy tries to show you his pecker, you got my permission to
kick 'em in the balls."

"Pecker, Poppa?" I didn't know that word.

"That thing they got between their legs, they're gonna want to stick it
in your 'gina. Like Big red did to your Sparky today."

Now I'm not ignorant, believe you me, I understood about sex. I seen it
often enough on the farm. I just never thought about people doin' it.
Never crossed my mind about me and sex. It was something the bull did to a
cow, a rooster with the hens, but me? No way on god's green earth was I
gonna do it. The devil would be chuckin' snowballs at the sinners before
I'd bend over and drop my drawers so some boy could mount my back and stick
his 'pecker' in me. Not this girl.

That was my feelings on it until harvest time and Ramon Garcia, the
brother of my school mate, Connie, drove one of his daddy's big flatbed
trucks into our yard to haul our string bean crop to the cannery. I was in
the kitchen fixing dinner for Poppa and the help when Ramon jumped out of
his truck, peeled off his tee shirt and began washing up in the sink right
outside my window. I think I stood there, my mouth hanging open for two
whole minutes, just waitin' for a fly to buzz on in. I felt this funny
tingly warmth down in my belly, real low in my belly. I felt like I was
dreaming in my bed. I took off my apron, and dropped it on the table. I
tried to smooth my cotton dress tight over my titties. I almost let out a
yell, my own hands put a zinger down my spine, 'bout like the time I put my
hand on the tractor spark plug wire. I filled a nice, unchipped glass,
pretty flowers painted on it, with iced tea from the cooler jug, dumped in
a handful of sugar, some chipped ice and traipsed out the door to meet my

Ramon didn't see me coming. He was bent over the sink, rinsing his
face. I could count his backbones, count his ribs under his tight brown
skin. Up close to him, I felt dizzy for a moment, then he straightened up
real slow and turned his head.

We locked eyes and just stood there until I held out the glass of tea.
Why my hand wasn't shaking I have no idea, my knees sure felt wobbly. When
his fingers touched mine, that zinger did me again.

"Gracias, Bonita," he said softly, smiling wide, showing perfect white
teeth in sharp contrast to his brown face.

His smile so beautiful I staggered, my knobby knees almost buckled. He
had called me 'pretty girl'.

I watched him wipe his face with his tee shirt then drain the glass. He
held it high and swallowed slowly, my eyes blinking in time with his
bobbing adam's apple. I knew he was watching me, but I couldn't resist
letting my eyes slide down his chest and belly. He had the cutest little
inny belly button, and, oh my god, he had a pecker. I could see it
outlined by his tight jeans, it's shape and size reminding me of the
carrots I pulled from my kitchen garden almost every day. My cheeks
burned, I knew he could see where I was looking, but I couldn't help
myself. When I could finally look up at his face, he grinned, his eyes
twinkled and danced.

"What's your name?" he asked me, the sound of his voice made that zinger
thing happen again. He was looking at me kinda funny, like maybe he knew
my name, but wasn't remembering on purpose.

"LaDonna," I said, surprised the sound didn't come out in a squeak.

"Ramon," he said, holding out his hand. I stared at it for a moment,
before placing my limp fingers on his pale palm. I wasn't real sure about
why he'd shake hands with me. That's not the way men folk treat women folk
in my mind. When he brought my fingers up to his lips, and pressed a soft
kiss on them, that darn old zinger almost knocked me down. I yanked my
hand back, and stuck it behind my back. I wouldn't wash those fingers for
days and days, I promised myself. Then it hit me, we'd known each other.
so to speak, since we were both snot faced. He was introducin' himself,
formal like.

"You hungry?" I asked him, backing towards the kitchen stoop. "Dinner's
almost ready. Please, you be welcome to eat with me."

"Sure," he said, his grin widening into that smile again. I stumbled
when my heel hit the first step, and might have fallen if Ramon hadn't
grabbed both my arms. We were almost eyeball to eyeball, just standing
there, grinning at each other. When he tilted his head and leaned closer,
I raised my chin and stretched my neck, eager for the touch of his lips on
mine. I knew about kissing, hadn't really cared when cousin Darly Jean
explained it all, but now, was darn tootin' interested.

Ramon pulled me close, I felt that zinger again when my titties pressed
against his chest. When his soft lips touched mine, I knew heaven. My
arms came up around his neck like I knew what I was doin'. When I felt the
tip of his tongue tickle my lower lip, I tried to catch it with mine, jus'
like cousin DJ tol' me to. We musta traded spit for a full minute before
he pulled back and looked me right in the eye.

"You kiss nice," he said, the little purr in his voice put goose bumps
on the back of my arms and down the back of my legs.

"So do you."

We looked at each other for a bit, both of us grinning like fools.

"Come inside," I said, stepping up on the stoop, pulling on his arm.

We got into the kitchen, and the screen door hadn't even banged shut
yet, and we were kissing each other like crazy. I had an arm lock around
his neck, my hand feeling the warm, smooth skin of his shoulder. My other
hand was all over him, down his back, pulling him closer. He mashed up
against me and I could feel that carrot stick bumping my belly. My hips
moved without me tellin' 'em to, I tried to mash up against his pecker,
hunching, trying to get it closer to my...

I pulled my face away from Ramon's, blinking like crazy, panting as hard
as if I'd run to the barn and back a hundred times.

"We gotta stop. Poppa's comin' in shortly. Poppa and the crew for
dinner. Let me set an extra plate." I stepped back and dropped my eyes to
the lump in Ramon's jeans. Carrot, my Aunt Hattie's fanny, that was a corn
cob he had in there.

"LaDonna, I can't stay for dinner. I gotta drop the empty trailer and
take a load to the cannery. I'll come back tonight, right after supper."

The look he was giving me, so sad, so pained, almost brought tears to my
eyes, but I knew he was right. Those beans had to get to the cannery fresh
or we wouldn't get top dollar.

"Kiss me again, then you can leave." I tried not to pout, but he saw the
disappointment in my face.

Ramon leaned forward and brushed his lips on my cheek. I shivered and
wanted to taste him again, so I bent and licked his shoulder, right there
at the end of his collar bone, that round muscly part tasted good, salty
but sweet too.

"Tonight, mi preciosa" he said softly, reaching up to stroke my cheek
with soft fingers, then turned and walked out the door.

I floated over to the sink to watch him through the window. He moved so
nice, smooth like a dancer I'd seen on the tv at cousin DJ's place. I
liked the way his skin shone in the sun. My palms tingled when I
remembered how smooth his flesh felt.

Poppa gave me a funny look at dinner. I felt kinda hot and sweaty, I
know my cheeks were pinked. His crew ate with little talk, except for
thank you when I brought more corn bread or greens. I tried not to fidget,
tried not to think about Ramon. About Ramon's hands on my body, his lips
on mine. Poppa gave me a long look, his nostrils flaring slightly, but he
didn't say boo.

After cleaning up, I went to my bedroom and sat staring out the window.
I couldn't help wigglin' around, and every time I squeezed my legs together
I felt kinda warm and tingly down there. When I stuck a finger under my
drawers, the gooey mess made me think I'd pee'd myself, but when I sniffed
my finger it didn't smell like pee.

That night, Poppa asked me into the parlor. I snuggled in, his big
rough hands felt good, sorta comforting.

"Baby girl," he said softly, patting my knee. "You lookin' a bit off
your feed today. You comin' down with somethin'?"

He squeezed my leg, just above my knee. I could feel his rough,
calloused fingers, kinda scratchy, on my skin. So different from Ramon's
soft hands.

"No, Poppa. I'm doin' jus' fine."

"Garcia's pup was drivin' the rig today. You see him?"

"Yes, Poppa. I gave him a glass of tea. We talked for a spell."

We sat quiet for a bit, I could feel my heart thumpin' harder. Finally,
I could look up into Poppa's eyes.

"He's a nice boy, Poppa. I like him."

I felt his chest expand as he took a slow deep breath. He held it for a
moment then let it out with a rush.

"We gotta talk about you and him."

"Um, okay," I wasn't sure what there was to talk about.

"He comin' back tonight?"

"I hope so." I said it real soft, kinda squinching up my eyes, crossing
my fingers Poppa wouldn't be gettin' mad, feeling surprised at his guessin'
the truth.

"I know'd Ruben Garcia durn near my whole life. He's a good man; works
hard, works smart. Folks say his youngest boy takes after him."

I sat up and wiggled around so I could look straight into Poppa's face.
He had the saddest eyes on him I'd ever seen.

"Folks will talk if'n you take up with him."

"Talk don' hurt nobody." I felt that in my heart.

"Baby girl, I wantcha to know, you got my blessin'. Jus' don't run off,
I need you here."

I put a hug on my Poppa, the mother of all hugs, around his neck. He
was telling me he loved me, I knew. He'd never say the words, that was his
way, but I could feel it in my bones.

"Now, you git, baby girl. Go git gussied up for your boy."

Now I'm not so sure what getting gussied up was all about. I knew
cousin Darly Jean would put her hair up, rub some red lipstick on her
mouth, squirt some perfume on her neck. But I didn't know beans about
putting up my hair, and, sure as shootin', didn't have any red lipstick or
good smellin' stuff. So I settled for a bath with the nice smelling sea
shell shaped soap cousin DJ had given me for my twelfth birthday. I even
washed my hair with it.

Standing in front of the mirror, brushing my hair until it shone, I
looked at my tall drink of water body. I knew I was taller than most girls my age. Compared to the women on tv or in magazines, I looked like a bunch
of sticks leaning in the corner. My little titties were just bumps on my
flat chest. Very sensitive bumps, I might say. They was always tingling
at the strangest times. I'd ask cousin DJ about that one of these days.

I put on clean panties, my favorite pair, they had three little roses on
the front. I didn't want to wear a school dress, too plain, but didn't
want to wear a Sunday dress either, too frilly. Finally I picked out my
white dress with little roses on it. It had buttons down the front from
the square cut bodice to the hem. It felt a little tight across my chest,
I had to pull the cloth together to get the top buttons into their holes. I
twirled in front of the mirror, the full skirt billowing out like bunting
in the breeze at the fairgrounds. I felt good, I felt pretty, I felt
hungry for Ramon to see me.

I knocked on the parlor door to get Poppa's attention. He leaned over
and turned down the sound coming from his old radio, and turned to look
long and hard at me. I worried I had dirt on my dress or on my face, then
his eyes got that sad, soft look again.

"Baby girl," he started to say around his pipe stem, then he stopped and
just stared at me, nodding his head.

"That's a purty dress, LaDonna," he said, now letting his lop sided
smile show.

"Thank you, Poppa," I told him, my smile so big my cheeks hurt. He'd
seen it before, many times, so I knew he wasn't talkin' about the dress,
but about me. He was tellin' me, in his own way, that I was pretty. My
heart swelled up, fit to bust.

"I'm gonna wait on the porch," I said turning towards the door.

"Sit yonder," Poppa said, pointing to his couch with the pipe stem.

I sat prim and proper, my feet and knees together like momma always usta
tell me to, my hands in my lap, my back straight.

Poppa turned his radio back up. It was, as usual, the farm weather
report out of Chicago. He listened to the weather news as serious as some
people listened to a radio preacher man. He even wrote down something
sometimes on a pad of yellow paper he kept handy.

I tried not to fidget, tried not to look at the clock every other tick.
I listened to the radio voice and tried to make out the words, but my brain
was too full of Ramon. I picked at a scab on my knee, trying to lift it
off with a fingernail, but it hurt too much. I worried it a bit, then I
heard the sound of an engine, thought I did any way. I ran out of the
parlor and bent to look out the window, pulling the lace curtains wide.
Yes, a pickup truck was coming slowly up the rutted lane from the road.

"Set," Poppa called, "in the parlor. I'll call you out when it's time."

Soon there was a rap on the screen door. Poppa got up out of his chair.
looked at me for a long moment. I fidgeted and grinned, feeling all tingly
and happy.

Again a rapping on the screen.

"I'm comin', I'm comin," Poppa growled, sending shivers down my back.

"Good evening, sir. How are you?" Ramon called from the porch.

"Howdy, boy," Poppa said, holding the screen open. "Fair to middlin'."

I sat, quiet as a church mouse caught in Sunday school, holding my
breath. I could see Ramon shake hands with Poppa. He looked good: nice
clean khaki slacks, shiny pointy toe boots, a blue western cut shirt tight
across his chest.

He and Poppa stood there talking. I couldn't make out the words, their
voices so low. Ramon nodded his head a few times, then shook it, looking
very serious, his smile fading. Poppa held out his hand and they shook on
something they'd agreed on. Ramon's smile came back, bright on his face,
his dark eyes dancing and sparkling. Thought I was all zingered out, but
the one I just felt proved me wrong.

"LaDonna," Poppa called.

I got up, smoothed my skirt, and walked slowly, up on tippy toe, towards

The look he gave me, eyes wide, smile so big, made me proud to be a

He held out his hand, and I took it, trying to stay calm, relaxed. If
Poppa saw me zinger, he'd maybe lock me in my room.

Ramon walked me to his red pickup truck like I was a delicate flower.
He opened the door and helped me up into the seat. I wanted to kiss him so
bad my brain hurt. He stood there smiling at me, an easy little smile.

"You are so pretty, LaDonna," he said, his soft brown eyes flashing.

I lurched toward him, then pulled back, not wanting for Poppa to see me
kiss this lovely boy.

He stepped back and closed the door, careful to check my skirt was
clear. He walked quickly around the front of the truck and climbed in.

"I'm going to kiss you," he warned, "in about two minutes, or I'll bust
a gut."

I understood how he felt, I felt the same. I scooted over and leaned
against his shoulder. He put his arm up and over my head, wrapping it
around my shoulders.

"What did you and Poppa talk about?" I asked, admiring his profile,
wanting to run my finger down his tall forehead, down his nose to his full

He gave me a quick look, his dark eyes flashing in the dim light.

"No beer, no liquor, have you back by ten tonight." Ramon pinched his
lips tightly together.

"Your daddy's a good man, LaDonna. My daddy and yours been friends a
long time." He gave me a long look. "They go way back, back to when they
were both little booger pickers."

I sorta knew that, Poppa was good friends to a lot of folk. He didn't
talk much, but when he did, people paid him strict attention.

We motored carefully to the end of the our farm lane, bouncing along for
a few minutes. Ramon stopped and carefully looked both ways.

"Do you want to go into town," he asked, turning to face me.

"No," I said, real quiet. I stretched up and stuck my face in his. "I
want to do some more kissin' n' huggin' n' rubbing our bellies together."

I mashed my mouth onto his, sucking like to take his breath right out of
his chest. My heart was beatin' so hard I thought it'd pop out of me, but
I didn't pull away until I ran out of air.

We both grinned and panted at each other. Then Ramon grabbed the gear
shift lever and shoved it into reverse. He backed the truck around until
we were facing away from the last sliver of light from the setting sun, a
thin red band stretching across the tops of the low far away hills.

"C'mon," he said opening his door and sliding out. I followed him,
hanging on tight to his hand, round to the tail gate. He pulled it down
and turned to me. Sticking his hands in my arm pits, he lifted me up and
sat me on the warm metal.

Ramon stood there, between my knees, smiling up at me. He put his hands
on my legs, and I put my hands on his and pressed down hard.

"Your daddy tole me not to stick my pecker in your pussy, LaDonna." He
squeezed his hands around my skinny legs. "Or he'd skin me alive, and hang
my hide on the barn to dry."

Now I didn't know that pussy word, but, like a porch light comin' on, I
knew what he was talking about. I felt kinda funny, sorta disappointed,
but, thinking back on that corn cob I'd seen in his pants this morning,
maybe relieved too.

He jumped up to sit beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist, holding
my hand tight in his. He leaned and nuzzled my ear, his lips soft and

"I gave him my word, an' we shook on it."

"Mm, hm." I didn't have any words right now, I was all a tingle sitting
here with Ramon's arm around me, his sweet breath tickling my neck.

"But we can do other stuff," Ramon breathed in my ear. "Other stuff
that feels real good."

"Like this?" I asked, turning to mash my mouth on his. In a wink, we
were both moanin' and groanin'. I pulled his hand to my little titty and,
with his tongue sucked hard into my mouth, my world exploded. I started
jerkin' around like a stranded catfish floppin' in the shallows, fireworks
in my head, and hot electric zingers down low in my belly.

Ramon held me real tight, I was limp as an old dish rag in hot water,
and might've fallen back into the truck bed if he hadn't. I was gulpin'
air and shivering like I had the flu bug real bad.

"My god and little fishes, LaDonna," Ramon marvelled.

When my vision finally unblured, when I could focus on his face, I saw
that he was all goggle eyed.

"I've never seen one like that before."

One like what? I wanted to ask, but the zingers still had control of my
brain. I could only lay back on his arm and try an' get my breath back. I
was panting harder than old Red, hot on a 'coon scent.

Ramon stared down into my face, his eyes as big as kitty milk saucers,
shining so white in the moonlight.

"One like what?" I asked him, when I could make sounds come out of my
throat again.

"An orgasm, LaDonna. You just had an orgasm, like thunder and
lightning, you went off."

I just looked at him, blinking, shaking my head.

The moonlight was just bright enough for me to see Ramon's mouth twist
into a frown.

"I don't know how to 'splain it, so..." He grinned now, his eyes
gleaming. "I'll show you."

He stood up and bent, grabbed me under my arm pits and lifted me up like
I was nothin' but air. I bellied up to him, searching for his mouth with
mine, something hard poking my belly. I thought for a minute that he had a
rock in his pocket. Then I remembered. It wasn't a rock, but his pecker.
I was gonna have to find out what one of these pecker things looked liked,
I decided. Real soon like.

"C'mer," Ramon said softly, dancing me to the front of the truck bed.
He opened the steel tool box that straddled the bed rails, and pulled out
two sheep skin saddle blankets. He tossed them out side by side.

"Let's lay down," he said, tugging my hand.

Lay down? Now that sorta scared me, don't know why.

"Ramon?" I asked, backing away a half step.

"Mi muchacha preciosa, I wont hurt you."

"Let's set for a while." I patted the tool box lid, feeling warmed by
him callin' me his precious girl.

We sat side by side, shoulders just barely touching. After a minute, I
took his hand in mine and laced our fingers. He squeezed my hand and let
out a big sigh.

"I'm sorry. Did I scare you, movin' so fast?"

I shook my head, trying to find some words, but my rush of feelings
couldn't be put into words, somehow. I remembered back to the time old red got on Sparky. She'd been eager for him to mount her back, her tail stuck
out sideways, that silly grin on her face. She'd held real still while old red licked her. I had to think on it for a bit. Licked her 'gina, I
guess. If I had one, then Sparky had one, we both bein' girls.

I looked over at Ramon's face. He didn't smile or nothing, just raised
his eyebrows at me.

I turned my head and made like I was lookin' at the last little red streak of sunset, but was still remembering.

old red had mounted Sparky's back, and humped on her. Sparky didn't
seem to mind, seemed patient from the look on her face. old red finished
his chore and unmounted, but they were still stuck together someway. I was
sitting on the stoop watchin'. When I called Sparky to come to me, she
did, draggin' old red by his pecker, him letting out a squeal, whining so
pitiful like.

"Are we gonna get stuck together like dogs if we do it?" I turned to
look closely at Ramon's face.

He looked at me like I'd gone demented on him. He let out a whoop and
pounded his knee, then he got real serious.

"Nope, but wouldn't mind if we did. I'm kinda stuck on you, wouldn't
mind a bit bein' stuck 'in' you." He squeezed my hand, and chuckled, "Stuck
together like dogs." He shook his head and twisted around to peck me on the

"Poppa said folks would talk, if'n you an' me took up together."

Now it was Ramon's turn to squint at the sunset. He nodded his head, I
could see that, but couldn't see the look on his face.

"You worried I'd be braggin' round town I got me a pretty little white

Now that confused me. I wasn't so worrisome about anybody talking about
us, we were just plain folk, after all. I didn't know what to say about
that, so I kept my mouth shut, thinkin' hard, until something clicked.

"White girl? You think folks would talk 'cause you're Mexican?" I
struggled to make sense out of that idea.

Ramon's head came around real fast.

"I'm not Mexican, I'm American, Latino American." His voice sharp, very
strong, loud in my ear.

He spoke so forcefully, I leaned back away from him, my mouth hangin'
open. I knew I'd stepped in a big, gooey meadow muffin, and was thinkin'
hard, trying to find a way to unruffle his feathers.

"I'm thinkin' that's maybe why I'm kinda stuck on you too." I layed that
out there for him to chew on.

Ramon didn't say anything, he just tilted his head slightly.

"You're beautiful," I said. "The way you look, your smooth skin, the
way you smile." I giggled at his squirming discomfort. "Your beautiful

"Men aren't beautiful," he snorted. "Men are handsome, or good
lookin'," he said in a firm voice. "You are beautiful. Only girls can be
called beautiful."

My mouth made like a fly trap, and I felt a small zinger down my spine.

"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked him when I got my jaw to stop
flapping .

"Sure do, your hair is like spun gold, as soft as corn silk," he said

And I'd always thought it just dishwater blond.

"Your eyes really set me off. So pale blue, like pure water bubbling up
from a spring.

Washed out blue, I'd believed, like my momma's.

"Consuela tells me you're smart in school."

"Connie's been talkin' about me?"

"No, I asked her about you. You don't think I came by your place by
accident, do you?"

Talk about putting my little brain in a tizzy. Inside, I felt like a
flock of swallows, swoopin' and sweepin' back and forth in the evening
twilight. I bit my tongue, real hard, trying to settle myself. I could
feel my heart beating in my chest, thumping as hard and fast as old Red's
tail when I put out his bowl of table scraps.

"Ramon, I'd like to lay with you now," I said, feeling a shiver go
through my whole body.

Ramon didn't move, he just sat there, dead still. like a frog on a
lilly pad.

"I'd like that," he said. "Kissin' you is nicer than... Than..." He
blinked once, maybe twice. "Than sweet milk straight outa the cow's teat."

I giggled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. I knew he was tryin' real
hard to be romancin' me. Never been romanced before, I kinda liked it. I
stood up and pulled on his hand. He got up real close and took my other
hand, holding 'em both between us.

"Kissing you just almost takes me outta my skin," I told him. "It makes
me feel like I never felt before. All jingly jangly." I suddenly shied up,
feeling like I was talkin' too much.

"Me too," he said, his lips against my ear, tickling'.

He danced us over to the saddle blankets and dropped to his knees,
holding my hands. He looked up at me, smilin' the softest, sweetest little
smile, the moonlight shinin' in his eyes. I had to take a real deep breath
and let it out slow and easy, before my heart slowed.

"LaDonna, every Sunday I kneel down in church just like this and say a
prayer for my family, askin' God to be kind and generous to them. Now, I'm
gonna say a prayer for you too."

I had to think about that for a bit. Poppa went to church twice a year,
Easter and Christmas. That put a crick in Preacher Thomas' neck, let me
tell you. At least twice a year he'd come by and talk to Poppa about
lovin' Jesus and fearin' the Lord regular, like every Sunday morning.
Poppa was always polite to the poor man. I'd serve him iced tea in the
summer time and hot coffee in the winter. Preacher Thomas always
complimented my cookies real polite like. Poppa always promised to think
on it, but we never did go regular.

I didn't know what to say about him prayin' for me, so I just told him
thank you, in a sweet voice.

Ramon tugs at my hands so I drop to my knees. The moon is full and his
eyes shine so pretty, I want to put little kisses all over his face. He's
smiling to beat the band and I guess I am too. I put my hands on his chest
to feel his firm flesh. He leans closer and puts the softest little kiss
on my lips.

"Mmm," he moans through his nose when I tickle his tongue with mine.

"Lay with me, Ramon. Hold me real close and kiss me like that again."

We lay down, on our sides, facing each other. We wrap up, belly to
belly, and it seems the most natural thing to throw my leg up over his hip
and pull him close.

"LaDonna..." he trys to talk, but I silence his words with my mouth.

"Mmm," one of us moans, maybe both of us.

I can feel his arm under my neck, his hand holding my shoulder. His
free hand is roamin' up and down my back, light as a feather. His fingers
putting electric tingles up and down my body. When he cups my butt and
gives it a squeeze, my tongue started waggling around on his lips.

"Wait a minute, LaDonna," he kinda grunts at me. "Let me..."

He rolls onto his back and sticks a hand down the front of his pants,
rearranging himself.

"Sorry. Gotta kink in my pecker."

I don't hesitate, but sit up and look straight at his pants front. That
corn cob is back, so I put my hand on it.

"Show me your pecker, Ramon. I never seen one." I look up at his face,
thinking I might have to beg him to show it.

"Shucks, LaDonna, you never seen a pecker before?" He seems surprised.

He pops his pants button open, I reach to pull down his zipper, but he
brushes my hand away and does it himself. When he starts pushing them
down, lifting his hips, I pull on his pants leg to help.

In the bright moonlight, Ramon's pecker looks like a dark brown, curved
pointy stick. It's laying on his belly, sorta arched up in the middle so
only the end touches his flat stomach. My hand goes to hold it without my
brain telling it to.

"Oh, it's hard and soft at the same time," I marvel.

I lean down to get a closer look just as Ramon wraps his fingers around
mine. He pushes the loose skin down, and a large bulb pops out.

"Oh, what's that comin' out?" I look up at Ramon's face. He's kinda
grinnin' at me, lookin' proud I feel.

"That's my pecker knob," he says. "Feel of it, real gentle like."

I tickle his knob with easy finger tips, Ramon's legs jerk, I yank my
hands away.

"It's okay," he says, his voice low, sorta strained. "Keep doin' it."
He pulls my hand back to his hard shaft. "It feels real good when you do
that. Makes me shiver."

"So, when you kiss me, your pecker grows?" I ask him.

"Sure does," he laughs.

"Why?" I ask him. "Just so's you can stick it in my 'gina?"

"Yeah," he grunts. "Ceptin I gave your daddy my word I wouldn't."

He pulls on my shoulder and I lay on his arm. Didn't let go of his
pecker, it seemed natural, holdin' it tight. When I squeezed it, his hips
jerked up.

"What's it feel like when I do this?" I squeezed and stroked him gently.
"Heaven," he sighed. "Down low in my belly, there's a heat buildin'.
If you keep doin' that, I'll orgasm and spunk all over my belly."

"Spunk? What's that?" I asked, feeling sorta dumb, havin' to ask.

"My semen," he answers in a whisper. He nuzzles my ear, his lips warm,
putting a tingle down low in my belly.

Now I knew what that was. Poppa bought frozen semen once and
inseminated our cow. She dropped a fine bull calf 'bout nine months later.
Poppa said it was money well spent.

"LaDonna?" Ramon asked, "Can I see you?"

He rolled to his side, and put his palm on my cheek.

"Can I see yours?" he asked, kinda nervous like.

I don't answer. I just roll to my back and start unbuttoning my dress,
starting at the top and working down to my hips, as far down as I could
reach. I watch his face, his eyes so bright in the moonlight. He looks
just like a little boy, so excited, about to unwrap a birthday present.

Ramon looks at me. Oh, his eyes shine so. His white teeth flash that
beautiful smile.

I pull my skirt high, after unbuttoning the last button, I search for
his pecker. He wiggles his hips so's to let me take it up.

"LaDonna?" he asks, tugging at my dress, exposing half my chest.

His cool finger tips on my skin put such a zinger on me that the stars
go out. That darn thing bounced from my head to my toes and back again.

"Ramon," I growled, deep in my throat. "Kiss me!"

He stretched over and put his soft mouth on mine. I could feel his
sweet breath, softer than butterfly wings, when our lips touched.

When his warm palm found my bare, proud nubbin, the zingers took my
breath away or Ramon sucked it outa me, don't know which. When he slid his
palm down my belly, I didn't have to tell my legs to open, they popped
apart as fast as Sparky's tail twitched sideways when old red got up on her

I heard a small animal, far away, whimpering, callin' its momma.
Ramon's fingers tickled my belly, and I wanted to, needed to, do something.
He pulled up and kissed my chin, then my chest, then he licked my little
tittie bump. Now I recognized the whimper sound. It was me, crying out
for Ramon to touch me. Touch me there, where I was burnin' up, down
between my legs.

"Ramon," I growled against his neck, grabbing his hand off my belly and
shoving it between my legs. "Touch me."

His warm fingers, squeezin' so soft, felt darn good, but were not
enough. I stuck my thumb under the waist band of my panties and tried to
shove 'em down. Ramon tugged and pulled 'em down to my knees so I could
get one leg free.

"LaDonna, your skin is sweet cream on my tongue. So smooth and soft."
He kissed my tittie bump, and sucked it into his mouth, his warm fingers
pressing between my legs. The stars went out again. My hips start to
hunch against his hand. It felt so good, I wanted him to never stop. When
he lifts up over me, I try to pull him down on top of me, hangin' onto his
neck real tight, tugging on his pecker, aiming it where I wanted it.

"No!" Ramon's voice loud in my ear. "Stop! I gave my word," he

Something hot splashed my belly. Ramon grunted and jerked above me, his
pecker swoll up even more in my hand.

"Ung," he groaned, his body stiff and shuddering.

I felt another hot splatter, this time all the way up to my titties.
His mouth panting hot against my cheek, I figured we was even. I felt real
good about that, him having an orgasm just like I did.

"Whooee, LaDonna." He kissed my cheek. "That was a surprise." He
laughed softly. "A very nice surprise. Turn loose of my neck now."

He got up off me and sat on his heels between my spread legs, his pecker
sticking almost straight up, pointing at the moon.

I bent my neck and studied the two silver streaks on my belly and chest.
"Let me clean you off," he said, reaching for his pants pocket.

"No, use my panties," I told him, lifting my foot up so he could pull my
panties off my ankle.

He swiped around on my belly, then, turning my panties over, he cleaned
my chest.

"I'm never gonna wash those panties. They'll be our keepsake for our
first lovin' together."

I balled up my damp panties and held 'em tight in my fist.

Ramon gave me the strangest smile, like he was pleased as punch I'd said

"Now, we got some more kissin' to do. Git yourself back down here." I
held out my arms to him.

"Wait a minute, LaDonna," he said, turning his head to study the moon.
"I think I gotta take you home now. It's pretty close to ten oclock. I
don't want to git on the wrong side of your Daddy."


Poppa was waiting for us, rockin' slow and easy on the porch. While
Ramon said good night to him, I ran upstairs to put my panties under my
pillow. Back on the porch, Ramon was sitting in the swing chair so I sat
next to him.

"Sir, if'n it's okay with you, I'd like to take LaDonna to Sunday
morning Mass, and meet my family."

Poppa looked at me, his mouth twisting, his eyes squinting, his head

"Reckon that's reasonable, boy."

"Poppa," I said soft like, "you got Ramon's word he'd not stick his
pecker in me."

Poppa's mouth worked like he was tryin' to say something, his eyebrows

"I want you to give it back, Poppa."

Sparky crawled out from under the house, dragging her heavy belly in the
dust. She came up and put her head on my knee. I rubbed her back, swayed
from the weight of her pups, and watched Poppa's face. Ramon's hand found
mine and we laced our fingers. A cricket chirped, off in the dark

Poppa stood up real slow, sorta unfolding his lanky frame. He stared
down at me, frowning so as to scare the beejeebers out me. He took a deep
breath and let it out slow, nodding his head.

"Baby girl..." he started.

Then he shook his head.

"I reckon that's tolerable, LaDonna, jus' let me think on it a spell."

He stared at me for a long moment then turned, and went into the house,
the screen door swinging shut with a loud bang.



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