It was getting hot in that truck, and I’m not talking about Arkansas’s spring. Outside, it was a comfortable seventy-two degrees and the sun was setting, filling the horizon with glorious shades of orange and red.

The heat was coming from Billy and me. He had parked behind a lonely stand of trees in the middle of a field, just as he always did, giving us the secluded privacy we needed to kiss and explore each other in ways that would have scandalized my Mama.

Billy was my boyfriend, my first real beau and the first boy my Mama allowed me to be alone with since my sixteenth birthday. And of course, we were a’doin’ exactly what she warned me not to be doin’ at my age, kissing and touching each other in ways that made my heart race and my palms get all sweaty. I had already let him open my top, and, as we’d done this four times already, this time, I had neglected to put on my bra before leaving the house.

God, I did love the way his hands felt on me, and he loved touching me even more than I loved him doing it. So, there I was, kissing on him and letting him kiss and suck my boobs until we were both hotter than a tin roof in the August sun. I could tell he was hard, and I was a’squeezing him through his jeans until he was squiring all over me.

“I want you,” he said as he cupped and rubbed my pussy over my jeans. "We’ve been together for two weeks, Dani. Please don’t make me wait again.”

I swallowed hard, squirming against him with his mouth on my neck as he put pressure on both my will and my clit. I cannot express how badly I wanted to let him; how tempted I was to have him peel off my jeans and show me what it felt like to have his hard cock inside me. It was the fourth time he’d asked me to let him fuck me, and it was getting harder each time to tell him no.

“Billy, please,” I asked, pushing him away from my neck. “I told you, I’m still a virgin and I’m just not ready for that. But I am willing to suck you off again. I know how much you love it when I do that.”

Up to then, that had been enough to make him happy, but this time I could see he was just getting frustrated. And that only got worse when I had to slap his hand away from the button on my jeans again.

I hated making him feel that way so I went down, ready to suck his dick when he stopped me, trying to get me to lie down under him.

“Billy, I said no!”

I'd spoken louder than I intended, but my anger was rising so I pushed him back behind the driver's wheel. “I told you I wasn’t ready. We was having a good time, and then you went and fucked it all up. Why can’t you behave yourself?”

“Come on, Dani,” he began, the reason and frustration in his voice mixing as if he were a sarcastic ten-year-old. “You know you want it. If it ain't me, you’ll be doing it with some other guy soon enough! You know I'm right! Don't you want to know what it's like to feel a real man on ya’?”

Damn, I was mad already, but that really pissed me off. Billy had been doing his damndest to get into my pants for weeks and I was done swatting his hands away like a couple of angry hornets,

But still, I couldn't really blame him for that. A girl my age learned real quick that boys were gonna try to fuck her every chance they got. That was just how they were and I could deal with that.

Truth be told, up to then, I was getting a kick out of it, and I’d have loved a chance to be ridden hard by a man who knew what he was doing, but I realized then that Billy MacIntyre was not that man.

Not for my first time, anyway. I was only gonna be able to give up my virginity once, and I weren't about to settle for an ignorant rodeo bum like him.

And so I pushed him off of me again and scooted my ass to the door. “You?” I sneered as I grabbed the handle. “A real man? Look at you! You're what, eighteen? You don't even have a job!”

“Hey, I work…”

"Riding bulls ain't a real job, Billy! And you promised you would quit riskin’ your life like that. And I ain't on the pill, and you sure as hell won't wear a rubber. What if you knock me up, huh? And the next time you get on one of those beasts you break your damn, fool neck, and then where would I be!”

I was screaming at him as I opened the door and dropped out onto the grass. “You should’ve just kept your mouth shut and let me suck your dick again!”

“But, Dani, wait! I didn't mean… I’m not your Pa. That won’t happen to me!”

That did it, and Billy knew it. My anger went from being a bubbling pot to a cauldron of superheated steam. He sputtered, trying to apologize but I didn't hear the rest because I slammed the door and started across the pasture, buttoning up my shirt while cursing him as I stomped away. By the time I reached the road, I’d calmed down a bit, figuring my legendary temper had made me go off more than maybe I should have.

He didn't mean no harm, I chided myself as I began the long walk home. He's just a boy and sometimes they can't control themselves. But he shoulda’ never dared let those words about my Pa come out of his fool mouth!

Even if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have felt bad for rejecting him. If he hadn't pushed me so hard, or if he didn't try to fuck me in the front seat of an old F150 with the smell of cattle dung hanging in the air like a sticky mist, maybe I would have let him have me.

At least, that was what I was trying to tell myself, but none of that was really it. The fact was, I had already set my sights on a real man. I just wasn't ready to admit it until Billy went and stuck that needle in my mind.

Why didn't I just let him fuck me and get it over with? I snapped at myself as the real reason I’d been refusing pushed its way back into my head.

Goddammit, Walker! You’re supposed to be my stepdad! Not that you’ve ever acted like one, you son of a bitch! But then, I had to stop and stare up at the stars, feeling frustrated as hell because I knew I’d never given him much of a chance to be anything more than an invader into my sorry-assed life.

The good Lord knew I fucking hated Walker since Mama married him and brought him to the farm. I was just a kid at the time, so I didn't understand how lonely Mama was or what she was a’going through. All I knew was that I was never gonna let Walker replace my Pa after he got hisself killed riding that damn bull. And fuck Billy anyway for reopening that old wound.

And I’d felt that way towards Walker for years, treating him like shit and tormenting the fuck out of him until just a few weeks after my last birthday.

Honestly, I figured that man had no balls at all, right up until I threw that coffee cup at him. And then holy hell, I learned just what kind of man he truly was.

See, the thing was, since I’d turned sixteen, Walker had decided I was too old to get away with being a brat anymore. I was becoming a woman, and Walker was done backing down. And Goddamn, I'd never been so shocked in my life when he put me over his knee and spanked the living hell out of my ass for it.

It hurt like hell and my butt felt bruised for days, but, then the strangest thing happened. I couldn't get my mind off how strong and, well, manly he was. I was getting hot as a filly in season whenever I thought about it!

I didn't understand it at all. But, after he beat my ass, the only thing I could think about was how it felt to be manhandled like that.

Jesus-fuck! It was a completely new and alien feeling and it made me so hot that I spent almost every night since, desperately trying to rub the heat out of my dripping cunt.

But it wasn't the spanking I wanted, exactly. Not that I wouldn't have loved him to do that to me again, but that weren't it. I wanted him, I wanted him to have my virginity, not a boy like Billy. It was an itch that just wasn't going away no matter how many times I rubbed one out thinking on it.

But how the hell could I tell my stepfather I wanted him to fuck me? If Mama ever found out, she'd skin me alive for even thinking about such a thing.

Seducing him wouldn't be so hard, I was sure. Men were men, I figured, and I was well aware of how hot a little thing I’d become. But, dammit all, did I have the nerve to even try?

oo0oo

I stewed on that for a long while afterward. Months went by and summer got hot, but still, I couldn’t get Walker out of my head. It was long about July when I finally resolved to get him into my bed.

It was a Saturday morning when I finally got the nerve. I’d just come out of the shower when I saw Walker riding ol’ Thunder out to the barn, way out across the lush grass covering the east pasture like God’s own carpeting.

What a sight that was. That was a man, and right then, I knew, one way or another, I was gonna have him. Even if it meant facing the wrath of God Himself for doing it.

Dropping the towel I had wrapped around myself, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, happily surprised at how much my body had changed in such a short time. I was small and curvy, with boobs that no one would ever say were huge but were definitely large enough to give me cleavage I could be proud of.

The only thing that made me frown was the tan lines that abruptly changed the bronze color of my exposed skin to a pale, milky-white over my boobs and hips. I hated the way that looked, but unless Mama let me go outside naked there was nothing I could do about that. I looked as sexy as I was gonna get until that changed.

The next step was making myself look sexy enough to catch Walker's eye without showing so much skin that Mama wouldn't let me out of the house. So, make-up and perfume were out. I didn't wear much even on my dates, so if I as much as put on lip gloss or came downstairs smelling like a flower, Mama would know right off I was up to no good.

Luckily, it was as hot as the devil's sauna outside so my cut-offs wouldn't be a problem and my cowboy hat was cute as hell and it made sense I'd be wearing that. So, that left what top I would wear.

Being the resourceful girl I was even then, I chose my blue, cotton button-up with short sleeves, tucked in the front with the tail out covering my ass.

oo0oo

Mama was working in the kitchen when I came downstairs and slipped out the front. Then I hopped on the four-wheeler and headed out to the barn, looking to catch Walker by surprise.

It weren't until I was halfway there that I stopped and untucked my shirt and unbuttoned the bottom button so I could tie it tight under my boobs. Then I unbuttoned the top couple and opened it up so that the top of my boobs were peaking out. At that point, my shirt was only held closed by one button and the knot that was keeping my flat belly bare. Then I pushed my cut-offs lower on my hips, exposing even more skin for Walker to feast his eyes on.

I'll tell you what, the machine's vibrations under my crotch had my panties soaked by the time I got there, and my nipples were so hard they were making little tents in my top. I was just certain that I was oozing with availability when I walked into the barn that there would be no way Walker would be able to resist me.

Walker was elbow-deep in his John Dear’s engine when I walked into the barn. Mmm, now that’s a man, I thought as I watched him wrenching on something under that green monster's hood. I was halfway to him when he looked up and saw me coming.

“Hey, Dani,” he said with some rather obvious surprise. “What brought you all the way out here in this heat?”

He was wiping grease off his hands, acting like this was just another day but I could see his eyes roaming over me in a way he’d never done before. So, I stuck my thumbs in my pockets and kinda skewed my hips, just letting him have a good look before I dropped my bomb on him.

So, then, after that little pause, I said the one thing no man wants to hear from his daughter, whether she’s his blood or not. “I just needed your advice on something, Daddy. Something I can’t even consider asking Mama about.”

That was like a shot across the bow on him, and I could see him tensing up, just knowing I was gonna ask him something he didn’t want at all to hear.

“Are you sure about that, Dani. I mean it’s not like you’ve ever wanted my advice before. Hell, girl, you never wanted to listen to it even when I offered.”

“That’s fair enough. But lately I’ve come to realize I haven’t been fair to you. You’re a good man, and it ain’t your fault my Pa is gone. I was wrong for blaming you for that.”

Walker relaxed some and moved closer to me as if he were gonna do something sweet like give me a hug. But sweet wasn’t what I wanted right about then, so I just went ahead and blurted out the words I knew damn well he never wanted to hear.

“Billy MacIntyre wants me to have sex with him and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

I could see Walker's eyes narrow and his face darkened noticeably. “I thought you and Billy broke up months ago?”

“Oh, well, we did, but I was talking with him a couple of days ago and he still wants to see me.” That was a lie in its entirety, but I had a plan, and using Billy was a big part of it.

Walker, however didn’t react quite like I expected. He looked at me skeptically and came up within a step, kinda cornering me against a pole. “Then why don’t you just stay broken up. It don’t seem that hard a thing to figure out on your own.”

“It really isn’t,” I answered, holding my ground as things got real in a hurry. “In, fact, Daddy, I don’t want a boy like him, I want a real man to be my first.”

Now, I wasn’t quite sure how I expected him to respond, but what I didn’t expect was for him to flash that sideways grin like he did. “Well, ain’t that something,” he replied with a sharper tone.

“The thing is, I ran across Billy and his new girlfriend down at the Tractor Supply just yesterday and he didn’t say a word about you. By the way he looked, I’d have sworn he’d moved on, but now, you’re telling me he asked you to let him fuck you? And he is a man, by the way, especially in regard to a young woman like yourself. So why don’t you cut the shit and tell me why you came all the way out here just to tell a lie like that?”

Well, damn, this wasn’t going at all like I planned. Walker was already getting angry, but I had made up my mind and once I did that, nothing was going to keep me from getting what I wanted. “You’re right, Daddy. I did lie about Billy, but not about the rest. I do want a real man, a man like you, to be my first, and if you won’t do it, I’ll just find someone else who will. I don’t take no for an answer, and you know it.”

I was reaching out, touching his chest, and trying to unbutton it when I said it, but Walker stopped me by clenching his hand on my throat. “What did you just say to me,” he snarled with threat dripping from his voice.

I thought I’d really done it, but there was something more than anger in his eyes. There was a fire burning behind them that had nothing to do with his temper. It was then that I knew I had him.

He was still holding me by my throat but he wasn’t squeezing at all, so I just tilted my head back, daring him to do more. “Do you want to hurt me, Daddy? You can spank me again if you want, and this time I’ll drop my britches so you can warm up my ass properly. You have no idea the things that did to me, by the way. Things no girl should ever tell her father.”

I was smiling widely, feeling charged with excitement in a way no man could miss. For...