Oliver

While Mary-Beths book never went into much detail, all flowery language and subtle imagery, she knew all too well the section she had just read was a sex scene. It was tender and gentle, never something she had encountered while working in town, and lord have mercy it had gotten her so riled up.

She lay on her bedroll next to Tilly and Karen, unable to sleep as her mind raced. First it was a faceless man loving her tenderly, then it was the character from the book, then it was Kieran, that poor O'Driscoll boy tied to the tree on the outskirts of camp.

Karen's snoring wasn't helping her sleepless night, so Mary-Beth slowly stood, throwing a shawl over her shoulders and leaving the tent as quietly as possible as to not wake the other girls. First she went over to Pearsons cabin, grabbing a bread roll and a cup to fill with water, before going to Kieran. That poor boy was scrawny as can be, and filthy too. She worried at her lip as she took slow, measured steps, not wanting to startle him. He was awake too, staring miserably at the remnants of the stew Sadie had poured out in front of him.

"Kieran?" She asked softly, and he looked up at her like a deer catching sight of a predator. "I brought you some bread and water." Her voice was gentle, quiet. She didn't want to wake the rest of the camp as she fed Kieran.

"Oh. Th-Thank you kindly, Miss Mary-B-Beth." Kierans words were fumbled. The sight of her in her bedclothes with just a shawl over her shoulders illuminated by the moon and the dying fires made all of his blood rush south, and what little was left rushed to his cheeks as he blushed almost violently.

Mary-Beth slowly held the cup to Kierans lips, tilting it back just enough for some water to trickle into his mouth. The sounds that left Kierans mouth made her head spin. She made sure he drank slowly, not wanting him to get sick. Once the water was all gone she began to tear a small chunk off of the roll, trying so hard not to look at his face because she knew fully well that she would probably faint.

It was a small roll, but she tore it into little chunks and fed Kieran slowly, not wanting him to get sick. Kieran, however, wanted to devour the bread and the little pieces didn't seem like enough. He whined softly, looking at her with the biggest, saddest, wettest eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but Mary-Beth turned away. "Let's get you washed up. You smell like urine." She murmured as she grabbed a bucket and a cloth.

If Kierans face could have gotten redder it would have. Mary-Beth soaked the cloth and began to gently wipe at Kierans face, moving down and carefully unbuttoning his shirt. She was thorough, taking her time as she wiped him down, making sure to wring out the dirty cloth occasionally.

Then came the part they were both so nervous and excited for. Her hands were so gentle against Kierans skin as she slowly pulled down his trousers. His cock sprang free, not small but definitely a little below average. She took agonizingly long, making sure he was properly clean everywhere else before there was just one place left. She hesitated, looking up at Kieran.

He nodded eagerly, face still red and slightly sweaty. He tried to keep eye contact, or at least just look at her face, but his eyes kept wandering down to her bosom. Mary-Beth noticed his wandering eyes and swallowed hard. She returned her attention to his cock, slowly wiping the cloth over him to clean him. His hips bucked almost violently at the touch, making her gasp. A string of apologies fell from Kierans mouth before being cut off by a breathy moan as she continued cleaning him.

She didn't take long, wanting him to be clean enough before she dropped her shawl and undid the buttons of her nightshirt. Her breasts fell out and Kieran gasped harshly, staring at them with wide eyes. Neither of them said a word as Mary-Beth slowly began to jerk Kieran off with her breasts. Kieran was trying so hard to be quiet but the little whimpers and moans were like music to her ears.