Clara giggled as Dukey maneuvered her over his shoulder. Her blood rushed to her head slightly,  “Don't drop me Dukey,” she laughed. She grabbed his shirt to hold on to him as he climbed the ladder. He sat her down on the hay pile so gentle and sat down next to her.  She gave him a soft smile and gazed into his eyes. He said she was something special. That's really all she wanted to hear. She got nervous when he unbuttoned and unzipped his borrowed pants.  “Wh-what are you doing Dukey,” she asked all nervous.”<br/><br/>Dukey's hand felt warm and comforting on her cheek, she calmed at his touch. Clara closed her eyes momentarily as his hand went from her cheek squeezing her shoulder tenderly. Down her arm to her hand, taking it is his. His reassuring words, ”it's okay, perfectly natural,” then nibbled her earlobe.<br/><br/>Clara sighed, then whispered, “Dukey, I've never been with anyone.  I do want to be with you.”  She kissed his cheek, her fingers traced his lips, then his jawbone never taking her gaze away from his eyes. With her free hand she unbuttoned the top four buttons on her shirt. “Kiss me again like you did down there.”