First Time

By Donna and Abs

(Rated NC17)

After the party, things seem to settle down for a while. Connor came and went on several trips, feeling that Katherine was safe with John Clayton keeping constant vigil over her. But as the days passed, it became clear that Johnny wasn't really happy in town. So, the discussion to move into one of the small farms at the edge of the forest was made. But there was only one problem. It left Sarah Jo alone in the house again.  Not that she was ever really alone.  Doc Adams and Duncan McLeod were constantly nearby to keep an eye on her!

So, the first night that she was alone in the house, both men headed over to her place, each carrying flowers. They met on the street just outside her house and stopped, glaring at each other like two roosters sizing each other up before the cockfight. A feminine chuckle interrupted them. Glancing up, they saw Sarah Jo leaning out her window, watching them. "Well, you gents going to come in for supper or what?" 

"I was hoping for the *or what* Duncan mumbled under his breath.  But with Doc Adams there too, that was unlikely.

"Hope you have enough," said Doc.  "He eats like a bovine."

Sarah Jo laughed.  “I have plenty. Come on in! Door is open!”

Duncan glared at Doc, and there was a brief shoving match with the hips as they both tried to enter the door at the same time. Sarah Jo was bouncing down the stairs, looking lovely in a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. "I'm glad you two came over," she said happily. "This place seems awfully lonely without Kat and her two fellas."

"So, instead, you've got your *own* two fellas," Doc said, slightly acerbic.

She ducked her head, her face flaming red at the implications of his comment. She started to say something, but fled into the kitchen, mumbling under her breath about checking on the biscuits.

"Big mouth," Duncan grumbled.

Doc shrugged.  "She's going to have to choose.  Sarah Jo is not the ménage et trois type."

"No," he agreed. "Look, we can either argue about this, or we can work things out so that we are all happy. I for one am not happy about her sleeping alone in this house. I would even offer to sleep on the couch if I thought I could get away with it."

"Sure you would," Doc said.  "I'm not so bloody honorable, however."

Reaching into his pocket, Duncan pulled out an old fashioned silver dollar that he had been carrying in his pocket when he had crossed over to Edan. "I'm not feeling very honorable either, to tell you the truth. Shall we toss for it? The winner gets first chance.  I figure if nothing else, we can take turns trying to talk her into doing more than kissing us on the front door step. As it is right now, neither one of us is getting anywhere, because the other one is always underfoot!"

Doc nodded.  "Age before beauty?  No, I didn't think so."  He sighed.  "Go ahead."

"Call it," Duncan said. "Loser at least gets to eat supper."

"Heads."

"Figures," Duncan grinned as he flipped the coin. He thought about cheating for a brief second, but he was too honest to actually do it.  He tossed the coin high in the air, caught it, and then slapped in down on the back of his arm. Uncovering the coin, he sighed. It was heads.

"As our young friend Alex would say, Heads, and I go for a little tail."

"Be good to her, or...," Duncan growled, not vocalizing the threat. "Kat speaks well of you, so I know you have it in you to be nice if you have to."

Doc was going to say something else, but he sensed Sarah Jo coming and just smiled.

"Dinner's ready," she said, reaching out to take the forgotten flowers that they both were still holding.  "Come on and eat." The two men kept the conversation light during the meal, which made Sarah Jo look at them curiously. Usually the rivalry between them was pretty obvious and she frequently felt like a referee rather than a potential lover.

The pretty nurse shook her head, wondering what they were up to now. About the time she thought she had figured out the rules, they changed them on her. After eating dessert, Duncan surprised her again, telling her that he was going to take a run out to the Fort to talk to some of the men there about the activity on the other side of the river. Taking her in his arms, he gave her a long, tender kiss, and then left. A confused look on her face, Sarah Jo watched him go. 

"Duncan MacLeod of the Clan McLeod," Doc said with a long sigh.  "As heroic as they come.  He'd make a great martyr."

"Did he lose a bet or something?" she said with a slight frown. "Winner gets me? Or was it the loser?"

"Not so base as that, I assure you.  It's just that he felt uncomfortable with both of us here."  He smiled through the lie.  "I must confess, though, that nothing short of a beheading was getting me out of here tonight."

"I'll have no blood letting in my house!" she growled, slugging him lightly in the stomach. "You know, this really doesn't surprise me all that much. Kat told me that the main reason neither one of you had finagled your way into my bed was that this house was a mite crowded. And now that they are gone..."

"Is that what I'm doing?  Finagling?  How'm I doing so far?"  His grin widened, and he looked so charming she didn't know whether to slug him again, or kiss him.

She settled for both. The playful swat she gave him resulted in an even more playful wrestling match between the two of them. She was a strong girl, used to hard work, and not afraid to give out a few bruises or even get a few in the process. Somewhere in the middle of the fun, they stopped wrestling and ended up kissing.

He was an excellent kisser, as she well knew; every embrace seemed to be more important than the one before. His hunger and his ardor increased steadily, until she was sure he'd never be able to stop himself!

And to her surprise, Sarah Jo didn't want him to stop. But the practical part of her was yelling at her to slow down, and to count the days of her cycle to make sure that if things went the way she thought they were going, she wouldn't end up with an unplanned pregnancy as a souvenir of her first night with a man.

Doc wasn't thinking of that at all, of course - as intelligent as he was, and as knowledgeable a doctor, he was not thinking with that side of his brain.  Or even that head!

Sarah Jo did a quick count of the days, then recounted in between kisses. She thought she would be safe, but she was so distracted, she had to recount a third time. By that time, Doc had her shirt unbuttoned. She had to stop it now if she was going to. Gasping for breath, she pulled back for a brief second, and did yet one more count, this time without the distraction of having his tongue dancing in her mouth. "I think I'm safe," she said, shrugging off her shirt and moving back into his arms.

"Safe?" he asked, sighing happily to have her back there.

"I shouldn't be fertile for another week. I hope!" she said, pressing her firm young breasts against his chest. This time, it was her tongue exploring his mouth.

"F-fertile?"  He stopped and gulped.  "I never really had to think about it before."  Then he did think and he smiled.  "That means you are ready to do more than kiss."

"Yes," she groaned into his mouth.

He thought shouting hooray a bit undignified, so he just picked her up and carried her to her bedroom.  Not that he knew where it *was*, exactly; he had to get directions.

It led to a lot of giggling and laughing on both of their parts as he struggled to find the right door. The room that she directed him to was obviously not one made for a couple. Sarah Jo had been sleeping on a twin size bed.

Putting her down, he said, "My dear girl, we've got to have you in a bigger bed than that!  You're still thinking like a nun."  He grinned.  "But we'll soon fix that, won't we?"

"We can use the one Katherine slept in," she suggested. "It's bigger."

"Well," he said, "We won't need so much room because we'll be doubling up," he said as he nibbled her earlobe.  "I just don't want you cloistering yourself needlessly.  A woman like you should treat herself.  Like, say, now?"

Her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. "Yes," she nodded. "Now would be good."

He stroked her cheek.  "I won't hurt you," he said tenderly.  "I've done this before."

"Its good that one of us has at least," she laughed. "Because, Ben my dear, I really don't have a clue as to what to do next!"

"I could say just lie back and enjoy it," he chuckled, "but then it would be dreadfully boring for me.  I like a little input, if you know what I mean.  Now, let's get the rest of your things off, and see what you've been hiding.  You can always pretend I am giving you a very thorough examination!"

That earned him another hard swat on the shoulder, which only made him laugh even more. Sarah Jo was definitely the physical type! An encounter with her looked like it would be more of a wild romp than a sedate lovemaking.  Her jeans came off fairly quickly, but once she was naked, she then demanded that his clothes come off as well.

He didn't argue, though he was dressed in the clothes of his time, and it took far longer to undress than it did for her.  When he removed his trousers she looked away, and he gently moved her chin back.  "You'll give a guy a complex that way, my dear."

So, with much blushing, Sarah Jo looked him over while he did the same to her. The two of them took their time examining each other’s bodies. "Ah've seen naked men before, of course," she said, reaching out with a hesitant finger to touch his erection. "But none of them were like this!"

"How am I different?" he asked, his voice deep and warm.  It sent funny shivers down her body.  She had never been naked with a man before, and the thought that she was finally going to do it made things even more exciting.

"Yours is standing up," she said seriously, as if reporting a medical condition to one of the doctors. "That is what it is supposed to do right?" Doc had to laugh at her. She had such an interesting combination of medical knowledge and almost ignorant innocence typical of the women of her time, it was amusing.

She looked sternly at him, then laughed. "Of course it is supposed to be that way! How else would you get it inside of a woman! Right?"  She glanced again at the object in question and shivered as she wondered how in the world that huge thing was going to fit up inside of her.

"Do you mean to tell me that none of your patients . . . saluted you when you gave them a sponge bath?"  He clicked his tongue against his teeth in disbelief.

She shrugged. "Some stiffen a little, but usually they go limp again right away. If they are in a hospital bed, they are usually too sick to think about those things." 

"Never," he said, pulling her close and kissing her neck.  "At least, it has never happened to *me*."

"That’s because we don't get sick," she sighed happily. It felt so right to have his naked body pressed against hers.

"I feel in the peak of health.  At least, I hope I shall peak."

Sarah Jo chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck, entwining her hands in his hair. As his knee gently slipped in between her legs to push them apart, she stiffened for a moment and then relaxed as best she could.

"Shh," he said, gently laying her back on the bed.  His mouth found the pulse-point of her throat, then worked its way down to first one breast, and then the other.  His fingers gently stroked the outer flesh of the opposite breast, then slipped down her body, toward her tangle of hair.

Her soft moans as he explored her body pleased him. She was enjoying being touched by a man. Some women were so frightened by it, that it was difficult to get them to feel pleasure. As his fingers dipped between her folds, he found her wet and almost ready for him.

"I don't think I need tell you how this is done, pet," he said.  "The main thing is to think good thoughts, and to relax."

She nodded, and after taking a deep breath, spread her legs even wider, opening herself up to him. Knowing how it was done, and experiencing it were two different things. But she knew that if done right, it was enjoyable. She had laid awake more than once, listing to the squeaky bedsprings and the joyful noises coming from Kat's room.  "I'm ready," she said with a nervous nod of her head.

He chuckled.  "Experiment ready to begin, eh?  Well, hopefully this will make you think in a much less clinical manner."  And he moved down between her legs.

He could feel her trembling in his arms as his mouth traveled down her body. Grasping her legs, he spread her even more before he began to taste of her body's nectar. As his tongue flicked over her little nub, she gasped, arching up to meet his mouth. This part of lovemaking wasn’t in the medical books! But she wasn't about to stop him, it felt too good!

He was delighting in her reactions, and his explorations became bolder.  Thrusting his tongue inside her, he felt around her barrier, giving her an impromptu virginity exam.

Satisfied that she was indeed untouched, he flicked his tongue over her nub again, holding her thrashing hips still. As he sucked the little morsel into his mouth, and them began to nibble on it, she let out a scream and grabbed for the headboard of her bed as her body shook with her first orgasm.  Doc grinned again. Vocal and physical both!  Women like her were so much more fun than ones who just laid there, letting the man do all the work.

Before the spasms had even passed he moved up her body until he was in position to take her.  "It might hurt a little, as your hymen breaks, but I'm afraid I'm not small enough to do it without that."  He smiled in an immodest way.

He rubbed his manhood over her folds as he spoke, coating it with her juices and keeping her arousal to a near peak. As the head of his manhood started to press against her tight entrance, Sarah Jo moaned softly. She let go of the headboard and then wrapped both her arms and her legs around him.

He kissed her deeply as his hips gave one surging motion and he filled her completely. She gasped, her body stiffening against the momentary discomfort of his invasion into her body. But as he began to move in and out of her, she quickly forgot the pain and concentrated on the wonderful sensations he was causing.

He was moaning softly, his body finding an absolutely wonderful rhythm that told her he was not only experienced, he was a master!  Then he found her lips with his, and once again those sultry kisses made her body react in ways she had never expected.

He soon had her to the point where once more her body felt like it was about to explode with the sheer intensity of the feelings. She arched up hard, screaming out his name as once more she tumbled over the edge.

He laughed as he felt her go.  He was still hard inside her, full of his own virility and the joy of bringing her to full womanhood.  "Are you sore, my pet?" he panted, wanting to know if he should try for another before allowing himself release.

"I'm fine!" she gasped into his ear. "Don't stop!"

So he didn't.  And of course, he brought her around one more time before crying her name out and spilling his now fertile seed into her womb.

She clung to him, her body shaking as he recovered from his own earth shattering orgasm.  Of all the times with a woman, there was something special about the first time and the teaching of her to both give and receive pleasure. As a soft breeze blew through the curtains, they both drifted off to sleep, content and happy.