Chapter 2

These were the thoughts that refused to leave Peep’s mind. So it was in a fog that Peep finished her dinner and followed Rae to the tiny room upstairs. That fog, she soon decided, was lust.

There in the corner was the cot, as promised, still folded away. Peep recalled Rae’s offer to bed there for the night, and decided the time was nigh to act, lest she lose her nerve.

“May I be first in the bathroom?” Peep asked.

“Be my guest,” said Rae.

Bo Peep entered and quietly closed the door. She stared at her image in the mirror for a long while before working up the courage to slip the first button on her blouse. With her resolve set, the rest came more quickly. Peep shivered as she peeled away the still damp and clingy fabric of her underclothes.

Her nipples stood proud and crinkled as Peep glanced in the mirror a final time. The fine, wispy hair of her mound was flattened out and sticking to her goose-pimpled skin. She pressed her finger briefly into the cleft, feeling her need in the moisture there. The time was now or never. Peep opened the door.

Rae saw her and looked away. Peep’s reaction was to drop her gaze and study the floorboards under her feet.

“You don’t find me attractive,” Peep said, flatly.

“Peep.” Rae’s voice quivered, cracking and uneven for the first first time since they met. “You don’t have to—”

“You don’t like girls?”

“I do like girls, and I do like what I see,” Rae said, “but I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything, Peep. My offer to help you find your sheep was genuine. No strings attached.”

“Downstairs in the dining room. When you covered my hand.”

Rae turned her head, finally meeting Peep’s gaze. She nodded.

“I felt something,” Peep said.

Peep stood, shivering.

Bo Peep nodded and Rae wrapped her arms around Peep’s shivering, naked body.

“I feel it again,” Peep said, and buried her head against Rae’s chest. Still she shivered.

“Let’s get you under the covers before you freeze,” Rae said.

Peep floated along as Rae took her hand and led her to the single bed. She watched as Rae pulled back the covers. She sighed as Rae tucked her in, pulling the quilt up tight under her chin.

“Keep me warm?” Peep asked, shamelessly batting her lashes. “Please?”

Rae kicked off her shoes and climbed on top of the covers to nestle in behind Peep.

“You’re bolder by the minute, aren’t you?” Rae teased.

“I… I want to feel it again,” Peep said, “That electricity. Please, I’ve never—”

“No.” Peep lowered her eyes.

Rae climbed down off the bed. Peep shut her eyes tight and let out a sigh. She heard Rae’s footsteps padding across the room and pictured her unfolding the cot, preparing to sleep there on her own. What could such a woman possibly want of a girl like her?

When she felt Rae’s fingertips brushing the back of her neck, Peep opened her eyes. She blinked. Standing before her was Rae in nothing but a pair of boy shorts and a tight tank top undershirt. Her outer clothing was draped over a chair.

“Promise me you’re okay with this,” Rae said. “I don’t want to do anything hasty…”

Peep nodded. “I promise.”

Peep felt a momentary chill as Rae lifted the covers. But, soon was warm again as Rae slipped into the tiny space they now shared. The feeling of electricity was back, ten-fold. Peep felt the currents anywhere their bodies touched, despite the layer of Rae’s underclothes separating them.

Peep reached around to find Rae’s hand. She took it and dragged it over her body to settle onto her stomach. Together their linked hands rose and fell with Peep’s rapid, but steady breathing.

“I’m yours if you want me,” Peep said.

Rae kissed the nape of her neck in response.

Peep arched her back and pressed her buttocks against Rae’s hips. She splayed the fingers of her hand that was joined to Rae’s and began guiding her on a slow tour while the storm pelted at the window and Rae’s kisses covered her neck.

Peep pushed their linked hands up toward her right breast and cupped her flesh. She teased her own nipple with her forefinger until Rae took the hint and joined in. From that point, the kisses on her neck lingered longer than before.

Peep pulled their joined hands back and lightly brushed over first one nipple, then the other. Rae began to apply her tongue to the back of Peep’s neck, moistening her skin a little before kissing it dry again. They both shivered, though the bed they shared was far from cold.

Bo Peep turned her head sharply to bring Rae’s lips in contact with her cheek. She sent their joined hands back to her stomach, but lower, beneath her navel this time. Peep let go and reached back to weave her fingers into Rae’s close cropped hair and pull their mouths together. While their tongues intertwined, Peep bucked her hips with more urgency.

Rae slipped her hand a little lower. She sent her fingertips playing in the downy hairs she found there. Peep signaled her encouragement by tugging at the back of Rae’s head and sucking at her tongue. The heat of their combined breath fogging their lips.

“Mmm, Rae,” Peep breathed.

Bo Peep’s breathing was ragged. “Want… Want you.”

“Mmm,” said Rae. “Reach into my bag. It’s on your side.”

Bo Peep snaked her right hand forward and rummaged around. “What am I—” She wrapped her fingers around something thick and fleshy. “Oh,” she gasped, and pulled it forth.

“Strapless,” said Rae, who took the flesh colored appendage and pressed it down under the covers to wiggle around for a while.

Bo Peep searched her mind as to what Rae meant by ‘strapless’. She was about to ask when Rae tossed her tank top across the room and Peep felt something tickling her from behind. The mere thought was enough to send a surge of moisture. Peep arched her back and pressed.

With a hastily choreographed horizontal dance that involved lots of wiggling and shimmying, Peep felt herself being parted easily and gradually filled. It was much more than her previous experiences with her own fingers, but not at all unpleasant.

“You okay?” Rae asked.

“Mmm,” was Peep’s answer.

Rae resumed the wiggling dance, and Peep canted her hips to help. She reveled in the feeling of ever-increasing fullness as Rae pressed steadily onward with each incremental thrust.

Finally, the dance paused and Peep let out a sigh.

Rae covered Peep’s neck with a shower of kisses, and then began to pull back. At first, it was just a little before she pressed in again. Soon, Peep began to meet each foray with a thrust of her hips. The electricity between them had never felt so strong.

“Mmm, yes,” Peep hissed.

“Baby,” Rae replied.

A short time and several thrusts later, Bo Peep was reaching around, clawing at Rae’s arm as she herself rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself into the air on hands and knees. Rae took the hint and moved around to settle between Peep’s thighs.

“Ohh,” Peep groaned as Rae was able to press deeper than ever in this new position.

“Y—yes,” Peep said, arching her back as she heaved. “God, yes.”

Rae smiled, brushing her fingertips lightly over the back of Peep’s neck once, before grasping her shoulder tightly and pressing home again.

“Gah,” came the response from Peep, and then a groaning demand for more.

Rae settled her hands on Peep’s hips and gave her what she craved. For a long while, it was hard and fast, filling Peep to the hilt each time. Eventually, Peep’s arms gave out and she fell face first into the mattress. Rae collapsed forward as well, body covering Peep’s as she continued delivering thrust after thrust. Peep felt saliva running out of her mouth and pooling on the bed sheet, sticking to her cheek, as she moaned her words of encouragement.

Peep began to quiver. Her thighs shook. She had trouble holding her hips up off the mattress. There was a tingling down below that had been growing more urgent. Bo Peep had climaxed at her own hand plenty of times, so she knew exactly what was happening. But never had the feeling caused her to drool and sweat and shake so uncontrollably.

“I know baby, tell me what you need.”

“Don’t— Don’t you stop. Don’t stop fucking me!”

Rae grinned and kept going.

“Oh… oh my… oh my gawd… Rae!” Peep’s breathing was rapid and nearly gasping. Then, all at once, she stopped, holding her breath. Bo Peep’s entire body went rigid and then collapsed onto a heap as she let her breath out in a long, guttural moan.

Peep felt Rae’s full weight come down upon her and their perspiration-soaked skin cling together, but just for a moment. Rae was coaxing Peep to roll onto her side. The two snuggled up together with Rae’s strapless toy still buried deep.

“Peep?” Rae said, “You alive?”

“Mmmm,” was the only answer.

Rae reached around with her finger and wiped a little rivulet of drool off Peep’s chin.

The warm sun was shining down on Bo Peep as she unlatched the gate onto the family pasture and swung it wide. In sauntered all of her errant sheep, wagging their tails behind them, as if the past eighteen hours never happened. Just behind the sheep, Rae killed the engine on the Harley and leaned it on its kickstand.

Peep threw her arms around Rae’s neck. “Thank you for helping me herd my sheep back to safety.”

Rae smiled and offered a small peck on the lips.

Mother and Father were running from the house to the meadow with worried looks.

“I’m fine,” Bo Peep said. “I just got caught in a storm.”

“We were so worried,” Mother said.

“Don’t ever run off like that again,” said Father. “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to my baby.”

Anna walked from the house more slowly and had just now caught up. She was standing behind Mother and Father, making rude gagging gestures with her finger in her open mouth. Peep just smiled.

“Mom, Dad… Anna,” Peep said, “I want you to meet my girlfriend Rae. She helped me round up my sheep and get them home safely.”

Mother and Father stopped for a moment, turning to size up Rae as she stood with riding goggles still dangling in her hand. Mother crossed the distance between them and held her arms wide. “Thank you for bringing my baby home safely.”

Father stepped up and clapped Rae on the back. “Welcome to the family Rae. I hope you can join us for dinner.”

Anna stood in the wings still making rude gestures. Bo Peep flipped her the bird and stepped forward to join in the hugs.

And each day Mom and Dad, counted the blessings they had,

In Rae’s love for their dear daughter Peep.

For it wasn’t Peep alone, who brought them back home,

That troublesome flock of sheep.