“No one can see us and no one’s around for miles anyway.”  He sought her lips and as they kissed, she relaxed and slid down.  Noodle came over and sniffed at their heads, and she broke away a moment.  “That’s all right, Noodle.  I’m okay.  Go away for a little bit.”  At her soothing words he seemed satisfied, and wandered off, following Goldie.
     Katherine looked up into the blue sky.  Soon her hands wandered to Rick’s shirt and she pulled it out of his jeans.  He leaned toward her again.  Her fingers moved swiftly down his shirt, undoing his buttons, and then he pressed his naked chest against her.  She felt drunk with his taste, smell and feel.  Her palms flattened against his skin; her fingers pushed through the dark curls on his chest.  Her lower body throbbed.  She made an involuntary sound deep in her throat, and he began undressing her.
     “Everything?” he asked briefly, hesitating.
     “Naked,” she answered, pulling his shirt off his shoulders.  When the air touched her bare skin she felt free and glowing.  Even so, she shrank against his body as if in protection, and felt his heat hit her. 
     Smooth, milky white soft skin rubbed against tough, hairy, sinewed thighs and hard flat chest.  Katherine felt she was melting, and lay back comfortably beneath him.  When he slid into her, it felt like home, like matching puzzle pieces, as if they belonged together.  She adjusted her left breast beneath him, and peered over his shoulder up at the clear sky.  A feathery cloud drifted lazily overhead.  The wildflowers nodded sleepily down at them.  When he began moving in rhythm, she put a warning hand on his back.  “No.”
     “No?”  His face was inches above hers.  He teased her with his tongue, matching his lower movement.  She gloried in it a moment, but then turned her head and repeated “No.  I changed my mind.”  She pressed his left shoulder away from her, smiling into his eyes.
     “Oh, is this what you want?”  He slowly drew out of her and turned onto his back.  He lay vulnerable and exposed, his penis curved and glistening, like a milkweed pod newly cracked open.
     “Yes,” she said, contemplating him.  His hands played with her heavy breasts as the wind blew softly against her back.  She stared at his penis and it lifted once, twice.  Her heart beat between her legs.  She straddled his body, her hands on his shoulders, not making contact with him yet.  He looked her in the eyes.  His hands stroked her breasts, making them swing.  She sighed in contentment and slowly lowered herself.  His hand moved to help, but again she said “No.”  She bent down to kiss him, and wriggled until she was able to sink onto him.
     “Look Ma, no hands,” he said with a smile, and then his expression changed to one of longing.  He pulled her face down to his.  Soon she felt the need to sit straight up, her hands on his belly in front of her.  As her movements began to feel more purposeful, she looked away from him, past the asters and goldenrod into the perfect blue sky.
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     “Wow,” said Frieda.  “Outside, on a hill.”
     “What I can’t get over is how natural it feels with him.  How comfortable.  And I don’t feel at all self-conscious about my body.  It feels right to be naked with him, you know?”
     “I know,” said Frieda softly. “Don’t I know it.”
     “I don’t feel fat at all.  He makes me feel like my body is good.  Acceptable, you know?”
     “That’s wonderful.”  Then Frieda gave a chuckle.  “There, you’ve got me saying it now!  Well, I’m very happy for you.”
     “And it’s not just the sex,” added Katherine quickly.  “He’s very talented.  He’s refinishing some furniture for me, and he’s funny… Wait till you get to know him.  Let’s all have dinner together some time.  I want to have Clara and Harry Lodge over for dinner too, so maybe we can have a dinner party and everyone can meet.  You’ll like them, too.”
     “Sounds good.  Let’s do that.  But I have to go now.  The kids are calling me.”
     Katherine heard Rick’s truck.  “Okay.  I have to go too.  Rick’s here.”
     “Of course he is. 

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