The Town Council Meeting by J. R. Roberts Page A

Barbara.”
    â€œWell, maybe, but . . . I still don’t want to go.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œYou need me to do this, don’t you?”
    â€œYes, of course,” he said. “I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t need you.”
    â€œWell,” she said, “I need you, and I need you to do something for me, first.”
    â€œOkay.”
    â€œAnd after you do something for me,” she said, “then I’ll do something for you.”
    â€œOkay, Barbara,” he asked, “what do you want me to do for you?”
    She put her drink down, settled her hands primly into her lap, tossed back her hair, and looked at him.
    â€œI want you to fuck me.”
    â€œBarbara—”
    â€œNow, hear me out,” she said, raising one hand. “I know that’s a rather lowbrow word for what I want you to do, but that’s what I want. I don’t want to ‘make love,’ and I don’t want to ‘have sex.’ What I want to do, pure and simple, is fuck.”
    â€œBarbara, I don’t have time—”
    â€œWhere do you have to go?” she asked. “Back to town? To take sanctuary in the saloon again? I have a wonderful bed upstairs. All you have to do is come up there with me, get naked with me, sweaty, and fuck.”
    â€œIs that really what you want?”
    â€œOh, yes,” she said, reaching out and running her hand over his thigh. “Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Gunsmith. I told you, my husband hasn’t touched me for years, and no other man dared while he was alive. I need to find out if what you said earlier is right.”
    â€œWhat did I say earlier?”
    â€œThat my juices are not all dried up.” She leaned forward and gripped his thigh tightly. Her breasts almost fell out of her nightgown. “Do you know why I dress like this to go to bed?”
    He had to moisten his mouth to answer.
    â€œNo, why?”
    â€œBecause I like to touch myself when I’m in bed,” she said. “No, that’s not right. It’s because I have to touch myself, because nobody else will.”
    â€œBarbara—”
    â€œI need a man’s touch, Clint Adams.”
    â€œYou have a lot of men working on this ranch,” he said. “I’m sure any one of them would be happy to oblige you.”
    â€œYou’re probably right,” she said, “and now that Big Ed is dead I’ll probably pick out a couple, but tonight . . . I want you.”
    She stood up, looked down at him, and dropped her robe to the floor.
    â€œI’ll make it easy for you,” she said.
    Next, she shrugged off the nightgown.
    â€œI’ll let you see what you’ll get if you agree.”
    She had a marvelous body. Full breasts and hips, brown nipples, nice thighs, only the slightest signs that she was in middle age. And her smell—she was in heat, all right, like an animal, and he could smell her—and like any male animal, his body reacted.
    She reached out and took his chin in her hand.
    â€œStand up and kiss me,” she said. “If you tell me you didn’t like it, I’ll get dressed and go with you.”
    So that was his way out. All he had to do was kiss her and tell her he didn’t like it. How hard could that be?
    He stood up and faced her. The heat coming from her body actually made him start to sweat. But he was in control. He knew he could do this. A simple kiss, and then they’d be on their way.
    But two things undid his resolve as he leaned forward and their lips met. It wasn’t that she pressed her body against him, crushing her breasts into his chest.
    And it wasn’t that the smell of her started to make him dizzy.
    It was something she did and a sound she made.
    First, just before their lips touched she moistened her mouth with her tongue. It was an incredibly sexy thing for her to do at that moment.
    And second, as their lips met, she made a sound into his mouth. He