Sex in the Sky

Sam was sprawled out upon the potato-chip wrapper strewn floor, one hand half wrapped around a forty ounce of bad, cheap beer. This was not the first time he”d passed out, all alone in his apartment, singing his own sad songs of remorse and self hatred. No, and to his way of thinking, it most certainly would not be the last.

It hadn”t been long enough; Sam was still distraught over the death of his best friend. A friend he”d loved till the day he”d died. Tristan was a bright guy, always laughing, joking and playing. Even his features had been bright and pure, blond hair, bright green eyes. A drastic contrast to Sam”s own black hair and intense brown eyes. Their friendship, and Tristan”s life, was cut short six months previous by a couple tons of metal slamming into each other.

To compound matters, a mere couple months after Tristan”s demise, Sam came home to find his high-school sweetheart in bed with his brother. Things just couldn”t get worse for him, and soon Sam had spiraled into a never ending pit of despair. He”d taken a couple terms off of college, unable to complete the work when his mind was in such anguish, and soon fell into a habit of drinking himself into a mindless stupor each and every night. Tristan would have slapped him senseless.

In fact, Tristan was contemplating doing just that, as he stood over his dearest friend, watching him sleep the mindlessness of his drug haze into wakefulness once more, only to repeat the same old thing again the next night, Halloween.

“Wake up!” he snapped, kicking at Sam with the edge of one spectral, yet fully corporal toe. “Wake up you worthless drunkard!” he said again, raising his voice as Sam turned over, groaning and shaking his head.

“Leave me “lone.” Sam huffed out softly, and then his breathed whooshed out of his lungs with sudden surprise when Tristan kicked him upside the back of the head. “Owww!”

“Get up!” Tristan tried again. “Dear god, if I”d have known you”d have wasted this much of your life crying over spilled me, I”d have crawled from my grave months ago!” Tristan crossed his arms over his chest, giving a good glare as Sam tried to cover his head, still completely and utterly asleep. Tristan pondered, tilting his head to the side as he regarded Sam. “Hmm… I bet you still hate sunlight as much as you did months ago.” Tristan muttered, walking over to the window and pulling the blinds. Sunlight streamed into the room, and finally Same sat up, taking beer bottle in hand and tossing it at Tristan across the room.

About mid-motion, it dawned on Sam, that indeed, this man he was throwing his bottle at was dead. Blinking, he watched Tristan dodge the oncoming projectile, then give the same grin he”d always given him. Playful, childish, and utterly charming, “men just shouldn”t be allowed to have a look like that”, Sam thought absently, “that”s a look reserved for woman who want something.” “Trist?” he asked in a small voice, then groaned. “I knew it, I knew it! I knew I was going to go insane. Now they”ll have to put me in a mental institution, and pretty soon I”ll walk around mumbling “I see dead people” with drool leaking out of the corner of my mouth.”

“Dramatic as always, dear friend o” mine, I always did say you had enough drama to be a Queen.” Tristan smirked as he stepped closer to his friend, who scrambled backwards until his back was pressed flush with the wall, wide eyes staring upwards.

“Your not real. You are a f-f-fig – Figment of my imagination.” Sam stuttered, closing his eyes tightly and giving a groan. “Figment of the imagination!” he repeats, voice growing a little frantic. “You know, how clichéd is it that I begin imagining my dead friend on Halloween? Really, Sam, one would think that I would have the good taste to manage this feat of mental instability on a perfectly meaningless day!”

“Its really me, Sam, though I wont argue about you being mentally unstable.” Tristan said, kneeling down beside his friend, grinning slightly. “Its good to see you.” He whispers, biting his lower lip, then reached out to touch Sam”s hair. “God, I cant believe I can touch you.” He said, staring as Sam”s face began to grow more and more terrified.

“Haaalp!” he screamed, “There”s a dead man in my apartment!” Sam was utterly distraught, and after a moment of watching his friend scream, Tristan just began to laugh, helpless laughter that rang through the room. He always did have a rich laugh, smooth and sweet, contagious in the way that most good laughs are. This startled Sam so much, that he stopped yelling to stare at the apparition in front of him.

“Sam, calm down or you”ll give yourself a brain aneurism and fall over dead, and this whole thing will have been a waste of every ones time.” Tristan told him, voice chiding, and incredibly amused. “Yes, I”m dead. Yes, I”m really here. Yes, it”s just a coincidence that it happens to be Halloween. I need you to listen to me, buddy.” He said, snapping fingers in front of his friends face. Sam simply stared dumbfounded and shocked.

“Okay, I can see we”ve got a problem. So lets see here…” Tristan pondered for a moment, watching Sam”s big brown expressive eyes. “In that stereo that my mom gave you, the one that used to be mine before I died. I wrote a special letter to some one, and I hid it in a compartment in the back. Not even YOU know about that, so you cant say that as a figment of your imaginations I”m playing off your memories. I know you have the stereo, go on, look.” He said, sitting back on his haunches and crossing his arms over his chest.

Tentatively, Sam crawled to his feet, one eye on the “ghost”, the other eye on the stereo across the room. Once standing, he bolted for the thing as Tristan watched on, “In the back, no, no, flip it over, yea, beneath that plastic, its not “spost to come out but it does.” Tristan informed him quietly, comfortable in the supreme knowledge that his letter would indeed still be there.

Sam sat on the edge of he shelf on which the stereo had stood, fidgeting with the back of the box for a moment, and then finally the back popped open, making Sam blink in surprise. Inserting a couple fingers, for that”s all that would fit, he began to pull out a folded up envelope, and finally, when unwrapped, the front held the name “SAM” in the bold scrawl that Tristan always used. Before Sam had a chance to open the unsent letter, however, Tristan was beside him, snatching it away and blushing slightly.

“You can”t read it.” He told Sam. “You can read it when I”m gone, but not now.” He muttered, his cheeks flaming to the point that Sam absolutely knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that something unbelievably embarrassing was written in that letter. Eyes narrowed, Sam made a grab for the letter, only to have Tristan hop back and clutch the crumpled paper to his chest. “No! Not yet!” he shouted, cheeks aflame.

“Fine, Rat Bastard, always trying to make me go crazy—” Sam stopped, stared at his friend, and the dawning slowly came. This was Tristan, and suddenly tears began to roll down his cheeks, and he threw himself at his friend, wrapping strong arms around Tristan”s lithe form. “Tristan, your back, your back.” He whispers, not trying to make sense of what is so obviously true, just trying to accept what he couldn”t understand. Tristan was there, warm arms wrapped about him. “I”ve missed you so much, I thought… I thought I”d never be able to breath again, and I cursed myself when every day I continued to do just that.” He whispered, sobbing softly. Tristan just held him close, stroking his friends back.

“Sam… Shhh…” he murmured.

“No, Tristan… I felt as if part of my heart was missing!” Sam explained his voice thick with his tears as he buried his face in against Tristan”s neck.

“Yes…” Trist replied, “I know.” The seriousness of his voice was so intense, that Sam blinked softly and pulled back, looking at his friend. “You need me.” He told Sam, who sniffled and nodded his head, a thick lock of black hair falling across his forehead, only to be swept away by Tristan”s caressing fingertips.

“Yea…” Sam said, not quite catching on to what Tristan was trying to say. “I need you.” He murmured, finding himself closing his eyes as Trist”s fingers moved from his forehead to brush away his tears. “Why are you here?” he asked quietly, big brown eyes wide with innocent curiosity, the kind that comes with grief, and the abatement of said grief.

Tristan bit his bottom lip, watching his friends expression carefully, then nodded his head. “I convinced certain important powers that my coming back would help a few people.” He said quietly, “Namely, You and I, but not just the two of us, there are others who will be affected by my return. However… there”s a catch.” He said, heaving a soft sigh. “I can”t exactly tell you why I”m here, if I do… I get hauled back. And… if I manage to accomplish what I”m here to accomplish, I wont come back as a human, but… something a bit different, sorta like a strange kinda angel.” He explains, “Although “God” isn”t exactly what one would expect, and neither are the “angels”.” He explained for a moment, making a face of confusion before shrugging his shoulders.

“And… what does this have to do with me?” Sam asked, equally confused.

“Everything.” Was all Tristan said.

“Everything?”

“Yes, everything. My success hinges upon spending time with you while I”m here, and keeping you from doing something unfailingly stupid. Do you remember Halloween when we were eighteen? Could you have been any dumber?” Tristan started to chuckle, and Sam”s cheeks flamed.

“Hey! That girl slipped me XTC!” he snapped, “Its not my fault I started rubbing against every person who walked by.” Tristan”s chuckles transferred into full fledged laughter. “And that guy was totally asking for it!” Sam continued, “He had all that long hair, I thought he was just a really FLAT girl.” Tristan”s laughter turned into rolling giggles, and he shook his head.

“Sam, your gay, get over it.” Tristan gasped out.

“I beg your pardon! I dated a girl for five years!?” Sam replied, looking indignant. Tristan smirked.

“Sam? Didn”t it ever strike you as odd that you never wanted to face her while you fucked her?!” Tristan”s voice dripped sarcasm.

“There”s nothing wrong with fucking a woman from behind, you get better depth!” Sam defended himself, “besides, you are one to talk, mister “I”m just exploring my sexuality.” How many men did you fuck around with, Hrrrmm?” He asked, smirking at his friend.

“I got news for you buddy,” Tristan replied, “I wasn”t exploring my sexuality. I”m gay, and I have been for as long as I could remember. I never told you when I was alive because I thought you”d flip out.”

Sam stared at his friend in open mouthed shock. “But what about all the woman you fucked?!”

“Boasts, most of them, some of my conquest were real, but that was the real exploration. I don”t like fucking a woman facing her either.” He made his point, arching an eyebrow at Sam as if to say, “Hah!”.

“Oooh shit,” Sam said, letting out a long whistle, “You should have told me, Trist. You know me better then to assume I wouldn”t have understood.”

“Maybe.” Was all he”d say. “Now, run go take a shower, we”re going out!”

Sam frowned slightly, glanced around his meager apartment and arched an eyebrow at Tristan. “We are?” he asked dubiously. “Well… if I am going to go take a shower, you have to come visit with me while I do. I”m not letting my dead friend out of my sight. Considering I”m probably absolutely bonkers insane right now, I would like to have you within seeing distance so that you don”t disappear like the apparition I know you are.”

Tristan arched his eyebrow once more, it was an action he was well suited for, one he liked doing, and one that made him look utterly ridiculous with his choir boy charm. “You want to invite the gay man in to watch you shower? I”m stunned! Or does this prove my earlier point?” he wiggled his eyebrows in a lascivious manner, then chuckled as he followed Sam into the bathroom.

Clothes started coming off before they even hit the door, and Sam tossed a glance over his shoulder at Trist with a scoff, “You”ve seen me naked a time or two, it”s not like it”s anything new. Shit, when we were little we took baths together. It ain”t nothing you haven”t seen before.” He started to laugh softly, shaking his head.

“DON”T even remind me!” Tristan”s voice came warningly, and he too started laughing.

“Oooh, we were so young and innocent then, it makes so much sense now!” Sam nearly doubled over with laughter as he unzipped and dropped both pants and boxers. “I can”t believe you did it! You tried to grab my dick when we were taking a bath so many times. I thought it was just healthy curiosity.”

“It WAS just healthy curiosity!” Tristan argued, “curious about being gay!” Of course, Sam was completely naked by this point, leaning over to turn on the water, his perfect bubble-butt far to bared for Tristan”s comfort. He turned his head away, leaning against the bathroom counter with a soft sigh.

Turning his head, Sam noticed that Tristan was trying not to look, and smirked, wiggling his ass pointedly and teasingly at his friend. “Oh, suddenly you tell me your gay and you can start staring?” he teased him, but the truth was, Sam”s belly was clenched tight, and he couldn”t figure out why.

The warm rush of water started in a steady stream, and Sam stepped beneath it, getting himself good and wet and started the daily routine of washing himself. “Look, Sam, you shouldn”t tease a man who hasn”t tasted flesh for far too long.” Tristan admonished, chuckling and shaking his head. It was just far too strange, to be sitting here with the man he”d wanted to fuck since they day he knew what fucking was, while said man removes his clothes and begins to shower - - without him! Not fair, simply not fair.

Talking about Tristan”s time out of body was far to difficult for Sam, so he changed the subject. “Where are we going?”

“Well, I figured we”d do what we did every Halloween. Grab us some beers, head out to a good cemetery and tease the local teenagers until they run screaming from us in fear. Or we could head to a party and I could slip you some XTC and watch you rub yourself over every passing person, male or female. That would be rather amusing.” Tristan smirked, watching the incredibly erotic image of Sam”s form, hazy and outlined by the shower curtain, that hid just enough, and not enough at the same time. The pants Tristan was wearing began to grow tight around the groin, and he shifted to find some level of comfort.

“And some how your gonna accomplish what it is you”re here for going to parties and clowning around with me.”

“So I hope.” Tristan replied, “I”d very much like to be able to stick around, even if you”re the only one who can really see me still looking like the Tristan you used to know. I can”t even tell my parents.”

Sam sobered up, “How long do you have?” he asked, scrubbing shampoo through his too long locks.

“Until dawn.” Tristan replied, his voice so soft that it was barely audible over the rush of water.

“Dawn?? But that”s only twenty four hours, Trist! Is that enough time? I don”t think I could loose you again, I just don”t think I could survive it.”

“I know, and I hope so, Sam. I really, really hope that its enough time.” Tristan”s mouth went suddenly dry as Sam turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. His hair was slicked back, and his bronzed skin shone with little beads of water, trailing down his chest and along his abdomen. Tristan watched as a particularly adventuresome drop slid into the nest of curls between his friends legs, staring with open hunger.

Sam cleared his throat, and Trist”s head snapped up, his cheeks flaming a brilliant shade of crimson. “Sheesh, I”m not that tasty, and I”m the most vain man you know.” Sam said to his friend, leaning over to snatch a towel from the rack and dry himself while Tristan tried unsuccessfully to regain his composure.

“You know damned well your that tasty, in fact, I”m surprised you never caught on to how I looked at you all through school, specially in the locker rooms. Your rather dense, you do realize.”

With a laugh, Sam nodded his head, “Yea, I know…” he said, then “So… your attracted to me?”

Tristan blinked at his friend, smirking slightly, “I”d have to be straight not to be.”

“Huh.” Was all Sam said, but thoughts were whirling about in his mind. He”d always been curious about what it would be like to have sex with a man, and here his best friend in the entire world was making something akin to a blatant offer. Turning on his heels, before his thought could be read upon his face, Sam made a beeline for the door and into his bedroom, Tristan following close behind.

“So… what”s our first stop, then?” Sam asked as he began to draw his clothing on, a pair of old worn boxers, some faded blue jeans and a shirt with the headless horsemen parading around with a pumpkin in his hand instead of a head.

“Your mother bought you that shirt, didn”t she? She was always trying to make us get all dressed up for Halloween.” Tristan smirked as his friend laughed and nodded his head. “Well, I figured we”d drive around, maybe catch a bite to eat. I have been dying, literally, for a good Philly cheese steak sandwich, you know, the one at that old dinner that we used to hang out at in high school. After that I figured we”d just spend time together, talk, and when night fell, we”d have fun like we used to.”

Socks in place, Sam began to pull on his sneakers, nodding his head. “I”m about starving too, and it”s… eleven thirty, perfect timing. Come on.” He said, and with that the two of them went for the door.

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When they arrived at the little dinner they used to spend so much time in as youths, Sam got one hell of a shock. His ex girlfriend was sitting at a booth all alone, staring at a half eaten sandwich and swirling her straw around her soda-pop.

“Shit, can she see you?” he asked Tristan, glancing at his friend.

“Yea, but I look like a short red head with dimples.” He grinned, winking at his friend. “Think up a name for me, in case she asks.”

They walked towards the table, figuring to get it out of the way, she would see Sam sooner or later anyhow, and then the hyjinx would ensue.

“Carolyn,” Sam said, his eyes frosty, which is a feat for some one who generally emits such warmth from his sparkling brown orbs.

She jumped, blinking up at him, and then offered him a weak smile. “Sam… How are you?” she asked, her voice soft. She was a pretty little thing, blonde hair, blue eyes, her figure was out of this world. And for the first time in a long time, Sam simply didn”t give a damn.

“Fine, this is my friend…” he glanced at Tristan, “Bruce.” Sam couldn”t hide the grin that came onto his face as Tristan gritted his teeth and Sam hummed the tune to the Saturday night live skit, “The ambiguously gay duo.”

“Nice to meet you, Bruce.” Carolyn said in that soft voice of hers that used to get Sam so hot he thought he”d cream his pants. Now, it was just annoying.

“Yea, you too.” Trist said, nodding his head to her.

“Hey… Sam, there”s this party going on tonight Josh”s house by the cemetery, you know, the one that he puts on every year. You gonna be there? It should be a blast.”

Sam shrugged, “Maybe, I guess.” He said, sounding noncommittal.

She placed a twenty down on the table and nodded, “Well, I”d like to stick around and chat, but I have to be getting on my way. I hope you show up… I really do Sam…” she paused, “I miss you.” And with that she got out of her seat and nearly ran for the door, leaving Sam and Tristan staring after her.

“Oooh, boy.” Was all Tristan said, and Sam nodded his head.

“Yea.”

The meal went off without a hitch, they ate and talked. Sam told Tristan about what happened between he and Carolyn, but Tristan appeared to already have known. Throughout the meal, Tristan kept catching Sam glancing up at him, looking at him in this oddly tender manner, and his heart soared, he wasn”t sure, but he thought maybe he wasn”t wrong in assuming Sam too, was gay, but that was still yet to be determined, and as much as Tristan wished for it, he couldn”t be positive.

“We”ll see,” Two Bears stated, as he fit his cockhead back into her opening.

Two Bears eased forward and his dick sank quickly into her depths. He pushed all the way in and Sarah groaned as the big dick probed her insides. Being that his was the only cock that had ever been inside her, she did not realize just how incredible she had it. All she knew was a supreme feeling of being filled to capacity.

“Oh, god, that feels so good deep inside me.”

“You are very tight around my dick,” Two Bears stated.

“It feels wonderful the way you stretch me open,” Sarah groaned deeply.

Two Bears stayed buried in her for a little bit before he started moving slowly. He teased her by going extremely slow at first. He had Sarah bucking up into him as her orgasm neared and she wanted more. She wanted him to skewer her with his big cock.

Having cum once already, Two Bears was able to last a good long time. He fucked her with a pace that drove her crazy with desire but did not push him too far along. He was just getting going good when Sarah reached her first peak. She gasped loudly and pushed hard up into him, briefly arching her back and lifting into him on his upstroke before his weight and force pushed her back down again.

“Oh, fuck! Ahh…fuck me good, Two Bears. Fuck me harder, please,” Sarah yelled.

“You want it harder, white squaw,” Two Bears said, joking with her.

“Oh, yes, yes…fuck me harder, you big warrior man,” Sarah gasped, going along with him.

Two Bears sped up a little but it only took Sarah a few more strokes to start cumming again. She had basically rolled from one orgasm into another. She did not think it possible but her body was soaring again right after it had finished. She dug her nails into his upper arms as he kept fucking her.

“Ahh…oh, my, god,” Sarah gasped, between clenched teeth.

She eventually slumped back to the bear skin drained but Two Bears was not nearly done. He sped up and fucked hard into her. Sarah started to fear he might damage the baby if he drilled any deeper into her core. She panted beneath him trying to absorb the pounding and recover her breathing. Just as she hoped he would cum and get it over with, her body started to respond again.

“Oh, no…no please,” Sarah gasped.

Two Bears was getting close and was lost in his own climatic bliss. He vaguely heard Sarah but it did not register. It was a good thing because Sarah certainly did not want him to stop now.

“So…good,” Sarah groaned.

Two Bears butt was a blur as he fucked deeply into her on each long smooth stroke. They were racing towards orgasm together. The only question that remained was would it be exactly at the same time.

Two Bears got there a split second earlier. It might have even been his hot cum shooting into her again that drove her to the crest of her orgasm, but whatever it was it came on with blinding speed and power. As Two Bears sawed his cock repeatedly into her hole spewing cum with each push in, Sarah went over the top.

“Oh, damn…fuck me good.”

Two Bears pumped wad after wad of sperm deep inside Sarah. Being that she was already with his child, it meant nothing more now than the extreme pleasure it gave them both. Sarah groaned beneath him as she rode out the best orgasm of her young life. He had indeed fucked her beyond anything she knew was possible. Her head rolled from side to side as she trembled with the bliss of her orgasm.

When they both had finally come down from their climatic high, Two Bears rolled off her to the side panting for air. Sarah lay flat on her back gasping for air too. His right arm was across her chest just below her magnificent tits. When they finally caught their breath, they looked at each other and smiled.

“You did fuck me nearly to death,” Sarah said, with a weak, drained smile.

“I told you I would,” Two Bears grunted, as he smiled back at her and tweaked her right nipple.

“Ahh, enough, please. I can”t take anymore,” Sarah moaned, pushing his hand away.

“Had enough, my white squaw?”

“You bet, my warrior lover,” Sarah exclaimed. “I”ll be your white squaw forever if you”ll have me.”

“You”re the only squaw I”ll ever want,” Two Bears said.

“And you”re the only brave for me,” Sarah said, and they kissed.

They slept soundly together. It was the first peaceful and restful night for either of them in a long time. Their love was long and deep as a mighty river. They would be happy as long as they were together from now on.

In the spring, they had a small ceremony of their own to formalize their wedding. Summer Wind had suggested it and helped Sarah with the preparations. White Flower, Sally, and Running Water did too. There was still edginess when Two Bears and Gray Cloud came together but they both tried to put it behind them. Gray Cloud attended the wedding ceremony with the rest of the family. It was a happy affair even with Sarah definitely showing now in her seventh month.

Two Bears quickly regained his stature as one of the top braves in the tribe. Red Fox and he went on many hunting trips together, but it was Two Bears that always seemed to shoot just a little more than his younger brother.

The young girl who was the daughter of the old woman that had died did survive the winter thankfully. Sarah had convinced Two Bears to bring her some deer meat which helped. The girl gave birth to a baby boy soon after Sarah and Two Bears” wedding ceremony. Sarah hoped she would be able to find a brave of her own now, but on one trip over to see her she noticed more fur covered corn cobs drying outside. So it was obvious she was making her living the best way she knew how.

On one hunting trip Red Fox and Two Bears ran into trappers who were also traders. The brothers were expecting to maybe fight them but instead the trappers offered goods for trade. They had many good metal knives, cooking pots, and colorful clothes. The brothers led them back to the village and to see Gray Cloud.

Gray Cloud had said at many of the tribal meetings that their biggest threat was not the other tribes but the white man. He feared they would continue to encroach on Arapaho lands. He also feared that killing them would eventually lead to some kind of retaliation on the part of the white man. So in these meetings, he talked about needing to understand the white man better.

The Arapaho had traded goods with trappers before, most of them French Canadian. As much as they were leery of these men, they wanted many of the items that they brought for trade.

Gray Cloud welcomed the chance to sit and converse with these men. Not because he liked them or even trusted them but he felt he needed to get to know the white man better. This would enable him to protect his people more from the encroachment of the white settlers.

It was a risk to show they had white women in the tribe but he took that risk and asked Sarah to sit off to the side of him and interpret. Gray Cloud had admired Sarah”s strength and courage from that very first day in the loft when she tried to fight him to save her sister. It was then he realized the usefulness these white women could have to him and the Arapaho. It was also one reason he had kept Sarah and Sally close, not allowing them to be the property of anyone else or be abused. With Sarah”s marriage to Two Bears, he felt confident her loyalties would be to the tribe.

As Two Bears brought the traders before him, Gray Cloud sat cross-legged on skins before his tepee. It was a nice sunny spring day. The sun felt good and warmed everything. Gray Cloud indicated for the two traders to sit which they did. He then spoke to them.

“My name is Gray Cloud. Welcome to the village of the Arapaho People.”

Sarah translated and spoke his words to the trappers in English. It felt strangely odd to her to even speak English anymore. Sally and she had taken to talking in Arapaho now and rarely spoke English. The men looked at Sarah and the way she was dressed like an Indian. They listen curiously, thankful for the English translation but dubious of how this white girl came to be in the company of Indians.

“My name is Will Stewart and my partner here is John Clark. Thank Chief Gray Cloud for agreeing to meet with us.”

Sarah translated for Gray Cloud and he nodded to them. Gray Cloud then asked them a series of questions each of which Sarah translated and the traders responded to. He asked where they were from, why they were here, how many of them there were. Gray Cloud then asked, “Why do you settle on Arapaho lands?”

The traders answered each of his questions which went on for a while. When they were finally done, the traders were allowed to trade goods with many of the elders of the tribe. Sarah helped with translations during this process too. At the end, she was thankful for the chance to use her English again. She realized she could be useful to the tribe if she remained conversational in the language.

Gray Cloud came to her after the traders had left. He asked her if she had heard anything other than what she had translated to him. She had not but suggested she thought the traders had been truthful with Gray Cloud. He thanked her for her help.

The days really started to warm as spring moved into summer. The tribe prepared to move to its traditional late spring campgrounds. Sarah was now in her eighth month and really showing. She spent a lot of time with Summer Wind when Two Bears and Red Fox were off hunting and scouting. Sarah could sense a hurt within her friend. Summer Wind was always pleased to hear Sarah”s tales about the baby: how she had felt movement, how she had held Two Bears” hand on her belly to feel it too. But Sarah could sense that Summer Wind was disappointed she was not pregnant yet herself.

Red Fox and Summer Wind had been trying for several months. Red Fox no longer pulled his dick from her when they made love. Summer Wind had expected to be pregnant by now, but nothing. She was beginning to worry that something wasn”t right. Indians knew less about some things than white men when it came to certain aspects of medicine. But they knew more about some other things and child birth was one they were at least on par with.

Of course Sarah knew that they were trying and told her friend it would happen any day now. She tried to be positive for Summer Wind but also inwardly feared something was wrong too. After all, Two Bears and Sarah had become pregnant with just that one try before he left. She was actually amazed that she had not gotten pregnant when he took her virginity.

The day for the move came and the people prepared by packing up everything again. This would be Sarah”s and Sally”s third move and they felt like veterans. Actually, this move would complete the cycle for them back to where they had first joined the Arapaho People. The trek was again long and arduous and it rained twice. It took five days averaging nearly twenty miles a day to take them back to their spring campground. In another two days the village was reconstructed and to the unknowing person looked like they had been there for years.

There was something very different though when they got there. A settlement of white men had pushed deeper into their territory. A forest the Arapaho relied on for hunting and wood was being threatened by the encroachment. Two Bears had led a scouting party out to examine the situation once the presence of the white settlers was made known. Sarah was grateful it was not a war party. She did not want anything bad to happen to the white people but she also feared more for Two Bears” safety.

The night when he returned with the others of the scouting party, he reported first to Gray Cloud. Then he came back to their tepee for the night. Sarah had prepared a good meal for him for his return and they ate heartily. She was definitely eating for two now and her appetite showed it.

They talked about what he had found. These new white settlers were far deeper into Arapaho lands than anyone had been to date. He believed Gray Cloud would be forced to do something. If the settlers were not white men but instead Sioux or Crow, there would be no question that they would defend their lands. Two Bears did not see it any differently. Sarah tried to tell him to fear reprisals from the white man but he was a great warrior and feared no one or anything. He did not understand the complete depth of the problem. Sarah only hoped Gray Cloud did.

That night they made love. With the move and all the work, plus her condition, they had not been intimate for many days. It was uncomfortable for her to fuck anymore and she worried about the baby. With his long cock she wasn”t sure it was even safe. Since they had been fucking, Two Bears had not been eating her pussy the way he had before. Now he was between her legs eating away at her and she was enjoying it immensely like before and rapidly approaching her orgasm.

“Oh, god, that is so good, Two Bears,” Sarah purred.

He just murmured back into her cunt, “umm.”

“You”re going to make me cum. Ahh…ahh…!”

Sarah arched her back off the rug pushing her saliva slickened cunt into his face. Her hands were in his hair pushing him hard against her sex. His nose poked her clit as his tongue drilled deep into her cunt. He wiggled his tongue and drew her juices out.

“Oh, shit,” Sarah cursed. “Ahh…!”

Her orgasm tore through her sending waves of pleasure coursing over her body. Two Bears continued to lick her pussy and moved up to lick and suck her clit. Sarah groaned and shuddered as her climax peaked. It wracked her body for a while, and then slowly waned. Her ass finally settled back down to the rug and she panted exhausted from the blissful exertion.

When she finally got her breath back, she pushed his head away from her cunt. He had been lightly teasing her with tender licks and his finger in her hole. She sat up as best she could with her huge belly.

“Come here,” she said.

Two Bears moved up beside her but Sarah quickly leaned across his chest. This was more comfortable for her now than kneeling between his legs. She kissed him several times but then moved downwards to lean more across his abdomen. His cock was rock hard from eating her and stood proudly straight up like a totem pole. Sarah circled her hand around the beautiful, brown skinned cock with its head poking out of the foreskin on the top.

“This looks good enough to eat,” Sarah quipped, as she stroked the shaft and teased the head lightly.

“It may not last long,” Two Bears said. “I got excited eating your sweet pussy.”

“Well, let me return the favor now,” Sarah said.

A clear drop of pre-cum formed in the hole as Sarah squeezed the shaft forcing it up. She squeezed the shaft twice more and was rewarded as the drop became much larger and started to run down the side of the head. She was too quick for it though and caught it before it could drip off the ridge of the head. She sucked the head into her mouth tasting the sweet and salty nectar. She rolled it in her mouth coating the inside.

Her left hand cupped his full balls and rolled the nuts around in her hand. Her right hand continued to squeeze the shaft making Two Bears groan. Sarah sucked on the head and teased it with her tongue. She licked around the ridge and drilled her tongue into his hole. Sarah had barely started bobbing up and down on his cock when she felt him stiffen. She wanted to stop and back him down but she also sensed he wanted to cum badly so she kept going. Seconds later, he fired his cum into her waiting mouth.

“Oh, god, Sarah,” Two Bears moaned.

She took all the spurts of cum into her eagerly waiting mouth. When she had collected it all, she backed off his cock and swallowed the big load. She then went back and tenderly sucked the softening cock drawing out one or two more delicious drops of her man”s seed, the very seed that had given her the baby in her womb.

“Oh, that was great,” Two Bears finally said.

“Glad you liked it, my strong warrior,” Sarah exclaimed, as she too gasped for air.

“You do that so well,” Two Bears said.

“Just like you do to me,” Sarah added.

They curled up together and went to sleep. Normally, they might have gone for another round but they were both exhausted. Sarah easily tired now with her pregnancy and Two Bears had been on the go a lot lately.

In the morning, they repeated the night”s sexual activities. The night before they had both cum quickly and then were exhausted. Now, after a good night”s sleep they took their time. Two Bears had crawled into a reverse position over top of Sarah. His big cock poked down at her face as he lowered his head over her large belly to get to her pussy. As Sarah rubbed his cockhead over her cheeks and her lips, Two Bears tried to hold himself up with both arms and use his tongue to probe her slit.

Two Bears started by kissing the blonde hair above her cunt. He never tired of looking at her. Her obvious differences from Indian girls intrigued him and excited him too. As he moved lower, to her pink pussy, he kissed it several times. It was like kissing a vertical mouth and he loved the softness and moisture of her pussy lips. He would have liked to have his hands to part her lips but instead used his tongue to drill down between the lips and search out her hole.

Sarah by now had Two Bears” cock in her mouth and pulled his hips downward to take in more of it. This was not her favorite position to suck his cock in but she enjoyed the double pleasures. Sarah got off on sucking his cock but it was doubly pleasurable when he was eating her pussy at the same time. They teased each other for a long time building up pleasure in the other with focused licks and sucks. Then they would slow down to bring the other back down from the edge.

This went on for several minutes until Two Bears did not stop one time. He sucked and licked mercilessly at Sarah”s clit until she couldn”t take it anymore. She had to pull his cock from her mouth as her orgasm ripped into her.

“Oh, god, you bad boy,” Sarah yelled. “Oh, fuck…I”m cumming…,”

In this position she couldn”t reach his head around her huge belly. She would have loved to push his head harder into her sex. But that was just for her benefit because Two Bears was doing a good job sucking her clit with his nose poking into her cunt. Sarah bucked as best she could up into his face and climaxed hard.

“Oh, my god,” she groaned.

Pleasure coursed through her body, starting at her cunt and radiating out. It traveled up her spine, through her back, and came directly into her engorged nipples. Her hands moved from holding his cock and balls to tweaking her own nipples as she climaxed.

“Oh, fuck…,”

Two Bears” tongue moved down off her abused clit with its tingling nerve endings to her hole. He drove his tongue into her seeking her cum. He drew as much of the sweet whitish nectar as he could from inside her as it seeped out of her splayed cunt.

Sarah fell back momentarily spent as her orgasm began to finally wane. When her breath returned somewhat, she took his rock hard cock back into her mouth. She was determined to finish him like he had done to her. Her one hand pulled his hips down while her other rubbed and teased his hanging testicles. As she worked him with all her skills, she could feel his balls tightening up to his shaft getting ready to release their pent up fury.

Two Bears continued to lick leisurely at her cunt trying to restart her pleasure engine but also because his own pleasure was beginning to drain his concentration. Sarah was taking him deep into the back of her mouth then pulling back to the head and repeating. Her tongue played constantly over the end as it moved. The added stimulation to his balls had Two Bears getting close to unleashing his cum into her mouth.

Two Bears started sucking harder on her clit. He was trying hard to get her off again quickly but his own climax was swelling up to the surface. It would not be long now. He worked as hard as he could but Sarah had the advantage having cum once already. When her nails started scratching the area below his balls and before his anus, it was too much for him. He grunted into her cunt as he felt the molten cum leaving his balls and traveling down the tube of his cock into her waiting mouth.

Sarah was taking him deep into the back of her mouth then pulling back to the head and repeating. Her tongue played constantly over the end as it moved. The added stimulation to his balls had Two Bears getting close to unleashing his cum into her mouth.

Two Bears started sucking harder on her clit. He was trying hard to get her off again quickly but his own climax was swelling up to the surface. It would not be long now. He worked as hard as he could but Sarah had the advantage having cum once already. When her nails started scratching the area below his balls and before his anus, it was too much for him. He grunted into her cunt as he felt the molten cum leaving his balls and traveling down the tube of his cock into her waiting mouth.

His face came away from her cunt, “Ahh…”

Two Bears groaned loudly as his cock pumped his sperm into Sarah”s mouth. She collected it all and continued to milk the shaft with tightly sealed lips. Sarah drew out every drop then swallowed the cum in one big gulp. She took a breath then when back to tenderly sucking on his cock to draw out anything left behind.

Two Bears went back to sucking on her clit and managed to give her another good orgasm before they quit. They eventually rolled apart. His arms were exhausted and she moved onto his chest and they kissed for a while. The passion and love between them abounded despite their varied upbringing and different races.

That morning Sarah went to see Gray Cloud. He was a busy man and not normally someone you could just show up and talk with. However, when he learned it was Sarah, he made time for her.

“Gray Cloud, this is very bad that the white settlers have moved onto Arapaho lands,” Sarah said.

“Yes. How can they just come and live on our lands?” Gray Cloud asked, seemingly confused by the voracity of the white settlers.

“There are great numbers of them, Gray Cloud, and they push out farther and farther searching for more land to live on,” Sarah said.

“Is there not plenty of land to the east?” Gray Cloud said, pointing to the direction the sun rose from.

“No! There will never be enough,” Sarah told him.

Gray Cloud thought about this for a long time before saying anything more. He stared at Sarah”s face as if looking for an answer in her white skin. Here she sat before him, a product of these white settlers. Yet she had adapted nicely to living with the people. She was married to his son and even pregnant with his grandchild. Finally, he spoke again to her.

“If we take our lands back what will happen then?” Gray Cloud asked.

“They will send soldiers to attack you,” Sarah replied.

“Explain soldiers.”

“Many warriors on horses with guns,” Sarah responded.

Gray Cloud knew of guns. Traders carried them. Her parents had them. They were his now but he just saved them not sure of their true value.

“We will fight them,” Gray Cloud stated.

“They will come like the buffalo,” Sarah pleaded.

“That many?” Gray Cloud asked.

“Yes!”

They talked a little more and he asked about her pregnancy, if everything was okay. She told him everything was great and she should give birth soon. Then Sarah left to attend to her work and leave Gray Cloud to his. Sarah was not at all surprised the next day when Two Bears came to her with news that there would be a war party.

Red Fox and he began preparing to go to war. They sharpened arrows, painted on war paint, and put on their special clothes for war. They were deep into preparations when a scout returned with news he presented to Gary Cloud. Two Bears and Red Fox were told to see Gray Cloud right away. They went to Gray Cloud”s tepee. The Chief was meeting with many elders but broke away to talk to his two sons.

“It seems that the Sioux have beaten us to the punch. Their lands have also been threatened by encroaching white men and they have responded by attacking the closest settlers. Their raids have infuriated the white man and rumors abound of many soldiers nearby. We will wait before we strike to see what response the white men take against the Sioux,” Gray Cloud concluded.

“What of the white settlers on our lands?” Two Bears asked.

“It is wise to watch the response of the white men to the Sioux before attacking them ourselves,” Gray Cloud answered.

“We cannot allow these settlers to claim our lands,” Two Bears countered.

“The white men are many. We need to act wisely or risk much hardship upon our people,” Gray Cloud stated forcefully.

The two brothers did not like their father”s tentative response but they withdrew and left him to his affairs. They went back to their tepees. Two Bears told Sarah the war party had been cancelled for now and about the Sioux. She was happy that he would not be going on such a dangerous mission. He expressed that he was not happy to let these people remain on Arapaho land.

The next two days were uneasy. Scouts came in to report findings and more went out. Red Fox left on one of the scouting missions. The Sioux and Cheyenne were more cooperative than usual, sharing information with the Arapaho. The Sioux had fought two skirmishes with the white soldiers and taken losses. The soldiers with their guns were capable enemies and not to be taken lightly.

Gray Cloud was contemplating his next move when a scout came in. He reported a group of soldiers headed towards the camp. Defenses were prepared and warriors dispatched to guard the village and be ready to attack the soldiers.

Around noon the next day, the soldiers appeared on the plain about a mile away. A small contingency broke away from the main body and approached the village. When they got to the village they were led to Gray Cloud”s tepee. Inside the tepee Gray Cloud had Sarah hidden. She was to interpret the words and tell an intermediary at the opening of the tepee what the soldiers said.

The soldiers approached Gray Cloud on horseback, and then dismounted. A man with many decorations on his uniform and blond hair, like Sarah”s, approached Gray Cloud with an air of authority.

“My name is Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer. I am here on behalf of the government of the United States of America.”

Sarah translated everything the soldier leader told Gray Cloud. He told Gray Cloud they would have to move west back to the area closer to their winter encampment. They would be confined to an area barely a quarter the size of the lands the Arapaho now claimed as their own. They would be forced to give up many of the best buffalo hunting grounds and have to live on a reservation.

Gray Cloud listened to all this taking it all in. The soldier leader left after handing Gray Cloud a bunch of papers. He would be back in several days for Gray Cloud”s answer.

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The next several years would prove an extreme challenge to the Arapaho People. At first the Arapaho fought the white soldiers and settlers for control of their lands but eventually gave up and agreed to move onto reservations. They were forced to split into three separate tribes on different reservations.

Two Bears survived the various engagements with the white man and he and Sarah moved onto the reservation. Their first child was a boy followed by a daughter two years later and another son two years after that. They lived happily together until death but never again delighted in the full free life they had before the white men moved onto their lands.

Red Fox was killed in one of the skirmishes with the white soldiers and Summer Wind never had children. She never remarried either and died at the young age of thirty- four. She remained Sarah”s best friend up until her last days.

Gray Cloud and Running Water survived to live on the reservation but died soon after. Gray Cloud”s spirit and heart had been broken by the life he was forced to lead his people to. White Flower and Sally both married within the tribe and had several children.

The Arapaho People that had once roamed over the plains following the great buffalo herds would never again see the glory days they had once enjoyed.

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“I hope you all enjoyed reading this story. From the comments I received I believe many of you did. I am moving on now to other things. If you liked this story, you might want to check out my newest story line about Nurse Jenny. Thanks for all your kind words.

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