Jake reached one gloved hand up to wipe his brow. Even in the crisp autumn air,
the exertion of his labor caused beads of perspiration to trickle down into his
eyes. Digging postholes was never a pleasant task, and  in the rock strewn ground
of North Texas it was even harder. To most folks, this was no "promised
land",,,,, no Garden of Eden where the bounty of the earth  virtually laid itself
out at your feet for nothing..

But that is why Jake loved this land so much. He drove the posthole diggers
deeply into the dirt at his feet, and leaned his tall, muscular frame against the
handles while he caught his breath. Looking out across the valley below the new
fence row, Jake marveled anew at the wild beauty of this place. Each time he
looked across the vista, it was just like the first time he had seen it so many
years ago. The brood mares in the rolling, grass covered meadow down by the
creek.  The tall, dark grove of live oaks in the hollow to the south. And "The
Hill", as the locals called it, towering over the relatively flat surrounding
countryside. It was on The Hill that Jake and Tammy, classic "high school
sweethearts", had come to make their home almost 17 years ago. Jake stood on the
hill, as he had countless times before, alone with his thoughts. The gentle fall
breeze brushed the hair back from his blue grey eyes, and played with the curls
of the pony tail tied at the base of his neck, as he thought back to the memories
tied to this special place.

It was on The Hill that Jake had built his new bride a wonderful, magical home.

It was on The Hill that Jake had watched his baby daughter enter the world.

And it was on The Hill that Jake had planned to grow old with the girl of his
dreams, but instead had been forced to watched Tammy slip slowly away.....

The dog that had been snoozing peacefully by a stack of fence posts stirred
suddenly, his ears erect and straining as he stared intently at the horizon
behind his master. Jake turned to look, just in time to see a faint cloud of dust
approaching along the dirt road that connected the ranch to the larger asphalt
county road. Closer and closer the dust cloud approached, until Jake could
finally make out the sound of an engine. The dust parted as a car neared the
large, main house. Jake could now make out the curving lines and bright red color
of a sports car. As the car pulled to a stop at the front of the house, the
passenger door opened and a young girl practically leapt out, smiling and waving
excitedly.

Lori Grantham was Jake's pride and joy. His only joy for many of the years
immediately after Tammy's death. Even from a distance he could see the bright,
sunny smile that had saved him from slipping forever into the darkness of
depression in those early years. At 16 years old, Lori was the cute, bubbly, girl
next door that all the teen magazines promised, but never delivered.

"HI, DADDY!", Lori called to her father. "LOOK WHAT CHRISSY GOT!!!"


The driver's side door to the new Dodge Stealth opened and another, slightly
taller figure emerged. Chrissy Nader. If Lori Grantham was the embodiment of
wholesomeness, then Chrissy was undoubtedly the picture of sultriness. Jake
raised his hand to return the girls' waves, and began walking toward the pair. He
was not at all comfortable with finding himself thinking of  a 16 year old girl
as "sultry", but try as he might he could think of no better way to describe the
tall brunette. While most of the other members of Lori's Jefferson High
cheerleading squad wore there hair in pig tails, Chrissy's long, thick mane was
almost always softly curled and loose about her face. She had the most
penetrating stare. Jake often wondered what went on behind those large,
beautifully deep blue eyes. In fact, he had seen those eyes more and more
frequently when he closed his own eyes of late. She was only 16, but her manner
was much more mature than Lori's other classmates. Perhaps it was due to the jet
set lifestyle she had led with her rich parents before moving to Oak Grove early
last year. Or maybe she just had an "older spirit". Jake wasn't sure. The
maddening thing was, Jake had recently begun to pick up on what he thought were
definite "signals" of interest from Chrissy. At first, he passed them off as his
imagination. He knew the toll that his celibate life of the past several years
was taking on him, but it still made him uncomfortable to entertain intimate
thoughts involving a girl the same age as his daughter, even if they were just
fantasies. But lately, he would catch her staring at him from the corner of his
eye while he worked. Or more frustratingly, she would stand very close to Jake.
So close that her arm, or leg, or firm young breast would brush invitingly
against him. So close that he could feel her sweet breath on his skin.

And now, of all times, this vixen was going to be free to torment him for two
whole days. Jake sighed to himself as he neared his daughter and her friend. With
Chrissy spending the weekend at the Grantham Ranch, he would have to be very
careful indeed. As he closed the final few feet between the girls and himself,
Jake couldn't help but think how badly the teenage boys of Jefferson High would
like to be in his shoes right now. However, as Chrissy slid her sunglasses down 
to the tip of her nose and cast her best smoldering look at Jake with those
hauntingly beautiful eyes, all he wanted to do with his shoes was run away.

"Hello Jake," Chrissy said, her eyes darting quickly over his body.

"Hi ya Chrissy, new wheels?"

"Yeah, my Dad picked it up over in Trenton yesterday," she said non-chalantly,
the slender fingers of one hand resting on her cocked hip. "Wanna go for a ride?"
she purred, the corners of her mouth turning up into a devilish smile.

"Now you don't want to be seen driving around with a sweaty old guy like me, do
you?" Jake parried.

"Ahhhh Jake," she drawled sweetly," I don't think you will ever be too old to
take a ride".

Jake tried to convince himself that he had only imagined Chrissy slightly
emphasizing the word "ride". He valiantly tried to change the subject. "How was
practice today, Hon?" he said turning to his daughter.

"GREAT! Ms Hampton says that we've gotta shot at the regional cheerleading
competition next month."

Lori's face dimpled as she beamed that wonderful smile. Jake's daughter had
always been shy, almost painfully so. She would NEVER have been the type to even
try out for a position on the High School cheerleading squad. However, over the
past year she had blossomed before his very eyes. Ever since Chrissy Nader's
parents had built their "mansion" in Oak Grove and the girls became best friends,
Lori Grantham had really come out of her shell. She had never seemed happier, and
for that Jake was thankful. Even if it meant the temptation of having Chrissy
underfoot.

Jake smiled and gave the appearance of listening as his daughter giggled and
chattered away about the progress the squad was making. But his mind was
somewhere very different. At the far edge of his field of vision stood 5' 2" of
trouble. He dared not look at her, for fear of starting another innuendo laden
conversation. But Chrissy was under no such constraint. She stood, dressed in a
tailored, waist length leather jacket. Jake was painfully aware of the pleasant
curves accentuated by her even tighter jeans. Chrissy tapped the toe of one high
heeled ankle boot, and stared intently at Jake. Almost seeming to will him to
acknowledge her. He fought the urge to look at her fully which, he was sure,
resulted in one of her patented pouty expressions.

Realizing that his daughter had finished speaking, Jake scrambled to cover the
fact that his mind had wandered.

"Well.....that sounds really good, babe," he stammered. "You two go on in the
house and make yourselves something to eat. I have some work to finish down in
the barn. Don't wait up for me tonight, I probably won't be in until late." He
bent down and kissed his daughter lightly on the cheek, smiled in Chrissy's
general direction without making eye contact, and beat a retreat to the large old
barn down the path from the house.

As Jake walked away from the girls, Chrissy once more lowered her sunglasses to
take a good look at her host's retreating rear end.

"Mmmmmm" she moaned.

"What?" Lori asked, giving her friend a puzzled look.

"Girlfriend, your Dad is HOT!"

"Ah.... Come on, Chrissy," Lori replied, "you should know by now that Daddy isn't
gonna bite on anything you wave in front of him. Why don't you just give up and
settle for one of the boys at school?"

Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Boys,,,,with a capital B," she sighed. "I don't have
the patience for "boys", Lori. I told you. I want my first time to be with
someone who knows what they're doing."

"I still find it hard to believe that someone who has lived the kind of life that
you have, has never had sex!" marvelled Lori.

"Well, its not for lack of opportunities!" Chrissy grinned. "Boys my age just
don't appeal to me at all. Sometimes, one of Daddy's friends will try to get in
my pants, but they are all so pathetic. Your Dad is so sweet, and nice. Not at
all like those perverts. It just makes me want him even more!"

"Well, I can tell that he is interested," Lori smiled. "He could barely even
pretend to listen to me, with you around."

"Maybe you should have taken a shot and asked him for a raise in your allowance,"
Chrissy grinned.

The two girls broke into an uncontrollable case of the giggles, and made their
way thru the large oak door of the Grantham house. Nearby in the barn, Jake took
a last peek thru a crack in the barn siding. Chrissy and Lori walked arm in arm
into the house, their laughter ringing in the crisp air, and the heels of
Chrissy's boots clicking on the flagstone walkway. Jake sighed in resignation as
Chrissy's heartshaped behind disappeared into the darkness of the house's
doorway. He turned and looked around the interior of the old barn, his eyes
falling on the large stack of hay bales that waited to be carried up into the
loft.

"Well," he grumbled under his breath, "I guess there is no way to stretch this
job out for the entire weekend."

THE PURSUIT Chapter 2


The evening passed with excruciating slowness. The sun dropped lower in the
western sky, as dark storm clouds steadily approached for the north. Jake
finished loading the winter's supply of hay into the barn's loft just as darkness
fell completely over the Grantham ranch. Since the hard physical labor seemed to
ease his mind a bit, he moved on to the twin rows of stalls. Cleaning each one
thoroughly, he spread a fresh layer of straw bedding onto the floors. As we
worked with the pitchfork, Jake saw that snow had begun to fall outside. The dark
clouds he had seen earlier were the leading edge of a cold front that had been
forecasted for that night. Snow might be rare in this part of Texas, but cold
weather wasn't.

Jake hadn't noticed the falling temperature until he stopped working and was
looking over the progress he had made in the barn. Without the exertion of the
chores, the cold began to creep into his body. He glanced at his watch and
grimaced. He had hoped to stay out of the house until the girls were sound asleep
for the night, but now it was only 9 o'clock and he had only his light jacket to
stave off the chills. Walking to the large barn door, He opened it just enough to
look out at the house. Through the falling snow, Jake could see its dark shape.
His daughter's bedroom light was still on, but the downstairs windows were
completely dark. As he closed the barn door, shutting off most of the cold draft
of air from outside, Jake turned to look at a horse munching hay in the nearest
stall.

"This is ridiculous," he said. "Here I am, a 37 year old man, hiding out in the
barn freezing my ass off......all because I am afraid of a 16 year old girl. Who
am I kidding? There is NO way that she is even remotely interested in me. What
could she possibly see in me, anyway? I have grey hairs that are older than her!
I've just been on my own too long and its making me imagine things, thats what it
is. I mean...geez...look at me. I am having a conversation with a HORSE, for
Pete's sake!!"

At that, the horse snorted and tuned its attention back to the hay rack for
another mouthful. Jake turned the collar up on his jacket and began the short
walk up to the house. The wind blew little whirlwinds of snow around his feet as
he walked up the path. He opened the door and stepped inside. Starting to shut
the door behind him, Jake hesitated. He had pretty much convinced himself during
his earlier conversation with the horse, but now.....he thought it better to be
safe than sorry and shut the door as quietly as possible. He didn't turn on a
light, as he picked his way across the living room toward the door to his study.
Reaching it, he stepped inside and closed the door softly. Jake had no electric
lights in his study. Instead he preferred the warmer, cozier light of oil lamps
and candles. As he lit several, their yellowish glow revealed the absence of
almost any electronic appliances. The one exception was Jake's computer, tucked
into a niche desk amongst the many shelves laden with books. Books were a passion
with Jake. He had never gone to college, but he was more "well read" than 99% of
the professors at Oak Grove Community College, and most of the profs at the
University over in Trenton.

As soon as the room was well lit enough to allow him to move about, Jake lit a
fire in the stone fireplace. He poured himself a glass of Glenlivet from the
decanter on his desk, and sunk his tired body down into his favorite chair before
the fireplace. Staring into the flames and feeling the combined warmth of the
fire, and the Scotch, Jake began to feel much better about the entire weekend. He
almost laughed out loud when he thought about his irrational fears concerning
Chrissy. The mind can play strange tricks on a man.

Jake had just finished the last of his drink, and was considering pouring himself
another, when he heard a faint sound. He cocked his head to listen, straining his
ears to pick out the sound from the crackling of the fire and the soft rasping of
the snow striking the window pane. He had almost passed it off as yet another
"imagining", when he heard another more identifiable sound. The clear "click" of
a lock being engaged caused him to swivel in the chair to look at the study door.
His heart actually skipped a beat as his eyes focused on the sight before him.

"....Chrissy?" he stammered.

"I was beginning to think you were going to stay out in that smelly old barn all
night," she said softly.

Chrissy stepped closer to Jake's chair, and moved into the light cast by the
lamps and fireplace. Gone were the leather jacket and jeans, and in their place
she wore and dark purple silk teddy. Her full young breasts needed no support
under the slinky lingerie. In fact, Jake thought for a moment that her erect
nipples might push their way through the smooth fabric. Her hair, still wild and
flowing, was pulled back from her face by two combs, causing it to cascade along
her neck, over her shoulders, and down her back. He still could not see her face
clearly, and for that reason he was able to cling tentatively to the power of
speech.

"Uh...Honey, I don't think you should be down here like this." His voice sounded
like someone elses to his ears.

"But Jake," she cooed, "I wanted to give you a kiss goodnight. There's no harm in
that,...is there?"

Chrissy took several catlike steps forward fully into the light, her round
breasts swaying gently under the cool silk. Jake felt paralyzed when her face
came into the soft warm light of the fire. Her makeup was always more maturely
done than Lori's, but tonight she looked exquisite. Her gorgeous eyes, with their
long lashes, seemed to burn right into Jake's soul and turn any resolve that he
still had into ashes.

She continued her languorous path around to the front of Jake's chair, his eyes
riveted to her every move. When she arrived in front of him, Chrissy leaned
forward and down, her hands resting on the arms of the chair. Her breasts swayed
forward and her face came to within inches of Jake's own. Her breath was sweet
and her lips were slightly parted as she smiled and laughed ever so softly.

"Nope. No harm at all, that I can see," she whispered.

Jake looked deep within himself for the strength to resist, calling on all the
logic and reasoning he could muster. Just as he opened his mouth at last, to form
some form of protest, Chrissy closed the last few inches between them. Her soft,
warm lips covered his mouth, a quiet eager moan coming from deep within her. Jake
felt like fire was racing through his veins as she pulled back slightly, sucking
softly on his lower lip. She kissed him again, her tongue urging its way into his
mouth. Jake didn't remember doing it, but suddenly he realized that his hands
were no longer at his sides. Instead, they magically seemed to have placed
themselves on either side of Chrissy's smooth face. He pulled her even closer,
kissing her back with equal intensity.

After what seemed like ages, they separated. Chrissy's face still hung very close
to Jake's, only now her breath was shallower, and more hurried. Her eyes no
longer had their predatory look, but that look had been replaced by one of
hunger. Her moist red lips were still parted as her breasts rose and fell with
each pant. Her arms no longer grasped the arms of the chair unyielding, but now
quivered in anticipation.

"My, my," she said breathlessly, "I don't think that I could sleep now if I had
to."

"My God," he said hoarsely, "you are beautiful."

Jake ran the fingers of one had along the outline of her jaw, amazed at the
smooth flawlessness of her young skin. Chrissy fluttered her eyes closed, cocking
her head slightly and purring at his caress. She leaned forward once again and
kissed his lips lightly, then his cheek, then his neck. Moving slowly and softly
ever lower as she unbuttoned his shirt. Her soft lips and warm tongue sent
shivers of electricity through Jake's spine as she kissed, and then sucked on his
nipples.

"Oh....mmmmm." he moaned.

Chrissy knelt before Jake now, her small frame between his large muscular legs.
She kissed the palm of his hand as she deftly unfastened his pants and unzipped
his fly.

"I have never done this before, Jake, so you have to promise to tell me if I
don't do it right, OK?"

As she spread open the fly of Jake's jeans, she gasped at the size of the bulge
beneath the cotton of his underwear. It was like some animal was trapped beneath,
waiting to be freed. Chrissy ran her nails softly over the outline of Jake's cock
in amazement. His legs quivered at her touch, to which she responded by looking
up at him with her devilish smile.

"It looks like I am not the only one who has been looking forward to this," she
giggled.

Chrissy worked Jake's penis free from the constraining garment and it immediately
sprang straight up, hard as a rod. Jake had never considered himself a "long"
man, but even he would admit that he was wider than most. Chrissy's slender
fingers seemed dwarfed by Jake's cock, but she tentatively touched it. Her
fingers slowly slid up the shaft and rubbed gently against the baby soft skin of
the head.

"Ahhh,....yeah," he grunted, closing his eyes tightly. Just the sight of little
Chrissy fondling his tool was nearly enough to send him to climax. He tightened
his grip on the arms of the chair, and gave in to the urge to look at her angelic
face again.

She smiled up at him, her blue eyes seeming to burn like the surrounding flames.
"You want me to lick it, Jake?" she purred. "Do ya want me to suck this pretty
cock for you,..... huh?"

"Yes," he said softly.

"What? I didn't quite catch that," she said, once more getting control and taking
charge.

"Yes,....... I want my cock in your mouth," he strained.

Chrissy's eyes stayed locked on Jake's eyes as she held his quivering penis in
her right hand. Slowly, she began to lick the hot shaft, starting at the base and
moving toward the head. Jake thought for a second that his heart would stop, it
felt so wonderful. He tensed his arms again, determined to put off the inevitable
as long as possible. He wanted this to last forever.

"Do you like it like this, Jake?" she asked, flicking her tongue beneath the head
of his cock. Her hot breath feeling like fire on Jake's flesh.

"God.....yessssss," he hissed.

"Or maybe this would be good, too," she purred, opening her mouth wide enough to
take the head of Jake's cock between her lips. She stayed there, holding just the
head in her hot little mouth, her soft red lips surrounding him with wet warmth.
Her eyes never left his, which made him want to cum all the more. Finally, Jake
could remain still no longer. He almost imperceptibly began to move his hips,
causing his cock to rise and fall a bit. Chrissy took the cue immediately and
began to slip her luscious lips up and down Jake's shaft, taking more and more
into her mouth with each bob of her head. She moved her free hand to Jake's
balls, stroking them softly while she sucked. First taking most of his cock in
her mouth, then bobbing up and down so that just the head popped in and out
between her lips, Chrissy drove Jake right up to the edge again and again.

"Ohhh.....mmmmmmm....that's it," Jake groaned.

"Ahhhh,,,,YEAH.....Ohhh Baby.....suck it!"

Jake began to thrust his hips harder, as Chrissy slid his cock in and out of her
mouth over and over, faster and faster. He squirmed in his seat, squeezing the
arms of the chair until the wooden joints began to creak in protest. Suddenly,
Jake felt the inescapable swelling of climax approaching, FAST. He released his
grip on the chair, and moved his hands to Chrissy's head, gently pushing her
back. But she would not stop. She continued to bob even faster, her soft wet lips
making that delicious popping/slurping sound as the swollen head of Jake's cock
flew in and out of her mouth.

"Stop....Baby, pleasssse,....I'm gonna cummmmm!" he choked.

Chrissy responded by pumping her hand up and down Jake's shaft, her head
continuing its frantic bob at the end of his tool. Jake felt his balls tense, and
the fire building inside to the point that he could no longer contain it.

"Unghhhh,...Oh,oh,oh...YES!!!!" he grunted as his entire body convulsed in
release. His cock jerked in the spasm of climax, jetting its white stream into
Chrissy's hot mouth. She hesitated slightly as the first spurt of hot liquid
burst in her mouth, then continued to milk his member with even more enthusiasm.
She tried in vain to swallow it all, but Jake's pent up desires were more than
her small mouth could handle. A small amount of Jake's flow leaked from the
corner of her mouth, running down the side of his still throbbing dick.

His orgasm seemed to go on for ever, each spasm rocking his entire body. Finally,
the climax began to subside, and Chrissy slowed her attentions to his penis to a
more leisurely pace. She relaxed her grip on his cock and ran her wicked little
tongue along Jake's wide shaft, eagerly licking up the juices that had escaped
her before. Jake's head seemed to spin, and he wasn't sure for a moment what was
real, and what was fantasy. He really didn't know if he was even actually here in
the study, or if this was all a dream.

Then, suddenly, Chrissy's face once more appeared before him, her face flushed
and her eyes slightly wild.

"Now.....its my turn," she purred.