They kissed and cuddled after the work on the ranch was done. He even found a romantic movie for them to watch. About half way through the love scene, Willow turned to Jason.
“Jason, would you touch me?” she asked.
“I am touching you,” he said. He knew what she wanted, but once again, she had to ask.
“Touch me intimately,” Willow said.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes!” she nearly shouted. “Aren’t you horny? Don’t you want to touch me?”
“Yes, but it has to be on your terms, not mine,” he said.
The truth of his words struck her like a bolt of lightning. He really had meant what he said all those weeks ago. She turned to him, and sat on his lap. Then she took his hand, kissed his fingers and palm and then placed it on her breast.
Jason held her breast and wrapped his other arm around her. He pulled her close and kissed her. Willow returned his kiss. He gently massaged her breast through the thick sweater and kissed her. He nibbled down her jawline and moved to her earlobe. She pressed forward against his hand, wanting more contact. When the sweater got to be too much, she broke the kiss and pulled back a bit.
Jason wasn’t sure what was in her head, but smiled slightly as she pulled her sweater off and sat there in just her bra. He traced his fingertips along the edge of the bra and then slowly put his hand on her breast. There was only the thin material of the bra between them. Willow gasped and then brought her lips back to his to kiss.
They must have kissed for five minutes like that, he gently moving from one breast to the other and her relaxing and enjoying the experience. Jason knew from her body language that she wanted more, but he understood that they needed to go slowly. She had to want him as much as he realized he wanted her. He just hoped she wouldn’t ask him to stand up, as he worried that his cock would snap in half.
Willow broke the kiss and leaned back. She undid her bra and tossed it aside. Then she put his hand back to her breast. Jason caressed her and then bent down to kiss her breast. When she didn’t shy away, he moved to the other one. Willow moaned and moved so that she was straddling him. This brought her breasts right up in his face. Jason moved back and forth, kissing, licking and holding her breasts. As he wrapped his arms around her, he realized that she was getting cold. He scooted forwards and pulled off his flannel shirt and wrapped her in it. He cradled her to his chest, and continued to kiss her.
“If this doesn’t trigger bad memories, I’ll be glad,” he thought. He’d wrapped her in his flannel shirt when he’d found her. He slowed down the kisses and just held her. “Just about as far as I want to go tonight,” he thought. The last thing he wanted to do was rush things.
“Jason? Is there something wrong?” she asked.
“No, I just don’t want to rush things. Is that okay with you?” he asked.
Willow thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, I think so. Think you’re right. I’d be real upset if we got going and then I froze or had nightmares,” she admitted.
Jason nodded and gave her a kiss. They finished the movie and headed to bed. She took a shower and then crawled into bed. Jason took one too. It was the only way he could settle down. Even a walk out on the back porch while she showered hadn’t cooled his reaction to her kisses. He crawled in to bed twenty minutes later and just a tad drained. Good thing too, as she snuggled up to him.
“Good night Willow,” he said and then kissed her.
“Night, Jason,” Willow replied after the kiss. She snuggled against his chest and fell asleep.
There were no nightmares that night, nor the night after. He had to laugh when he realized that she’d grabbed his flannel shirt he’d wrapped her in for a bathrobe first thing in the morning over her pj’s. She looked puzzled when he laughed.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“Well, my Dad always called that a Montana negligee,” Jason said.
“What?” asked Willow confused.
“He said there was nothing sexier than a girlfriend or a lover running around in your flannel shirt. And I laughed because you’re wearing my flannel shirt,” he said.
“Oh. OH!” she said and blushed bright red. “But I’ve got my pj’s on.”
“I know, but it still makes me smile,” he said and headed downstairs to make breakfast.
By the time Willow came downstairs, he had pancakes cooking and coffee ready in the pot. She helped herself to a cup and waited for her stack of pancakes. They ate and then headed outside to do chores. It hadn’t snowed in a few days which was nice. Everything had packed down and it was easy to move about as long as you didn’t step off into untouched snow.
Willow gathered the eggs. She was amazed that they were still laying, but enjoyed every one of them. She took the basket inside and was heading out when Jason filled the doorway.
“I’m going to head out with the hay for the cattle. Go ahead and stay here. No use two of us getting cold,” he said.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes. See you in a few hours,” he said and headed back to the shed.
Willow took off her heavy coat and the boots and decided she’d do some housework while he was gone. She started some laundry, and cleaned the kitchen. Then she brought firewood into the living room, started up a fire and curled up with her book.
Jason came inside late in the afternoon. He didn’t smell anything cooking, but that wasn’t unusual. He saw that there was laundry done and the kitchen was sparkling. He walked into the living room and found Willow asleep in the chair. He picked up her book and put it on the table. Then slowly, he called her name.
“Oh, Jason, I fell asleep,” she said with a yawn.
“Yes, and even better, when I woke you up, you didn’t startle,” he said.
“I… I didn’t,” she said with a smile.
“Let’s go make dinner,” said Jason and held out a hand to her.
They were sitting on the couch when Willow turned to Jason. “How much sexual experience do you have?” she asked.
Jason blinked. “That’s a question out of the blue,” he said.
“Well?” she asked.
“Um… let me see,” he said silently counting on his fingers. “I lost my virginity at sixteen. I’ve had four serious relationships and Betsy wasn’t one of them. I know my way around a woman and I think I have a fairly liberal attitude towards trying things,” he said. “Oh, and I’m rather vanilla in my tastes. You?”
“Um… Lost my virginity at eighteen, thought I was in love and discovered it was lust. Two sort of serious boyfriends, never played around with anything kinky which is what I think you mean by vanilla and got raped at twenty-nine.” she said. “Oh, and I wanted to get married to one of them, but they didn’t like my hippy lifestyle. Wanted me to be a nice artsy trophy wife.”
Jason nodded. He wasn’t certain where this conversation was going, but he’d follow her lead. “Okay. Any particular reason for asking?” he asked.
“Well, I got curious. And to be honest, I wanted to understand what you thought sex was about,” she said.
“Okay,” he said and went back to his book.
“Jason,” she started.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Could we go to bed?” she asked.
“Well, it’s only 7:30, isn’t that a little early?” he replied. He knew what she meant and couldn’t resist playing dumb.
“That’s not what I meant!” she said.
“Well, what do you mean?” Jason replied.
“Will you have sex with me? At least give it a try?” she asked.
“If that’s what you want,” he said.
“Yes! I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want it!” she said. Then she realized he was teasing her as he broke out into a smile.
Jason put his book down and took her hand as they headed up the stairs.