Tressa Beals had gone through so many hardships in her life that she expected the doors of disappointment to slam in her face every day. She even wondered if she somehow was trapped in a family curse. Her mother died when she was sixteen years old. Her father had died the year before of pancreatic cancer.
At seventeen, she began living with her Aunt Sheila in the little town of Morning Shine, Indiana. The town is nestled in the valley near a nature reserve called, Little Hills. Nearly three thousand of the four thousand acre reserve consists of little hills. A governor once nicknamed it,"The Big Mountain of Little Bumps."
Being a Chicago girl, Tressa hated living in the country at first. She went through tough times in high school. She was a loner and she was tormented by those who weren't. She fought her way through the gauntlet and managed to get a full scholarship at Bowling Green College. Tressa was determined to work with environmental issues, especially laws concerning the balances of nature.
She was on spring break and had just severed a year long relationship with her fiance. She caught him whispering sweet nothings to his cell phone. His denials finally turned into a confession and his excuse was," Tressa you just can't keep up emotionally or sexually."
Tressa isn't what the world would call,"Beautiful." She wears little makeup and her thick, puffed wavy blond hair is cut just below her ears. Her green eyes peek beneath curly bangs. She is very pretty and has a curving, womanly five foot six inch body that she has kept hidden under t-shirts and loose fitting jeans for years.
On the north side of Little Hills, Tressa was hiking off the trails near the highest hill called, "Grandad," by the locals. She stood on the south side of Grandad hill and looked up a gulley that had been eroded by hard rains. She slipped off her backpack and leaned it against a small tree.
She climbed and pulled herself up the steep edge of the gulley. She scraped her legs a few times and wished she hadn't worn shorts. Nearly to the top, she slipped and slid backwards. She quickly rolled on her side as she looked down and saw a dead tree in her path. She caught the trunk of the tree with her right foot but her left foot went beneath a large arching root. Tressa cried out in pain as she tried to pull her leg loose. She screamed at herself,"Tressa, dammit!"
The calf of her leg was against a sharp rock. Every little move she made was extremely painful. A jagged part of the rock had slightly pierced her leg. She had to calm herself down and think. Her cell phone was in her backpack and her back pack was at least 20 yards away, nearly straight down. For almost five hours, Tressa sat still and cried out for help.
Tressa knew that few people ever walked off the trails and those trails were more than a mile away. She wasn't wearing a watch but could tell by the position of the sun, it was getting late. She knew if she forced her leg out, losing blood could be far worse than waiting. She laid back, looked at the sky and cried softly,"Dad, Mom.... I could use a little help."
A few moments passed and she heard a faint rumble of an engine. The rumble got louder. It was coming closer. Tressa screamed,"Help, help...please help!" She looked down and saw a Jeep come from the shadow of the woods. The vehicle was covered in mud. She screamed louder, waved her arms and the Jeep nearly passed behind a hill but stopped.
She heard the engine shut off and she screamed as loud as she could for help. The Jeep was about a hundred yards away. She could see a man get out and look up to her. She waved her arms and cried out,"I need help!"
The man ran up the hill to near her backpack. He stopped as she cried out,"I can't get my leg out, it's stuck under this root." Tressa could see this man clearly now. She thought,"Wow Mom and Dad...this angel is really cute!"
As he climbed towards her, she could see the muscles in his tanned arms bulge as he pulled himself up by grabbing brush. His long straight black hair blew in the breeze and his brown eyes were focused on her. He locked his feet into rocks on the hillside, grabbed the root that was over her leg and said,"It looks like you're stuck pretty good."
Tressa blushed and said,"Yes I am.....my calf is hung up on a sharp rock, it's bleeding a little." He looked closer and said,"I have a chainsaw in the Jeep. I'll be right back." He turned and began climbing down as Tressa said,"My name is Tressa Beals." He looked up and said," I'm Trace Mogan."
Tressa smiled and spoke louder,"You look Native American." He laughed as he looked up at her, shouting,"My father was British and my mother was Chinese." Trace ran to his Jeep and came running back with a saw. He unbuckled his belt and looped it through the saw handle so he could use both hands to climb.
When her reached her, he told Tressa to lay back and cover her eyes with her hands. She did as he said and he cut the large root on each side of her leg. He gently lifted it away and Tressa pulled her leg out. She immediately felt the back of her leg and was thankful it was only a small cut.
Trace pulled his sleeveless black t-shirt off and wrapped it around her calf. She smiled and said,"It's really not that bad." He smiled and said,"I can see that but it's a great excuse contact you later...you know, to get my shirt back."
Tressa grinned and said,"Are you flirting with me?" Trace blushed a little, smiled and replied,"Yes I am. I am also going to ask you to go to dinner with me." Tressa giggled and said,"Oh my, could it be dinner at the Morning Shine Inn?" He laughed and said,"Nope....dinner I just caught at Whisper Creek."
Tressa smiled wide and said,"I would love dinner from Whisper Creek." Trace left his saw on the top of the large root and helped Tressa down the steep gulley side. He climbed back up to retrieved his chainsaw. Tressa watched him go up and back down. She thought,"What a beautiful specimen of a male."
He carried his saw and her backpack as she limped beside him to his Jeep. He helped her to get up in the seat as she smiled ad said,"Such a gentleman." He chuckled and said,"Only because you are such a lady."
Trace drove slowly around the hillside as Tressa asked him about himself. He told her he had come to Morning Shine to work on a house being built on the west slope of Grandad hill. He was 27 years old and had traveled much of the world. He was a little vague and sometimes mysterious in his answers. They talked and laughed about their experiences in life. In about a half an hour, they reached his campsite on top of Grandad hill.
Tressa was amazed as she said,"I had no idea this place could be driven to. I've lived here for for five years!" Trace grinned and said,"Well, you can't drive a car up here but my old Jeep, Bessy can go just about anywhere."
Tressa giggled and said,"You named your Jeep, Bessy?" He smiled wide and said,"It's a man thing." Tressa smiled back and said,"There are many man things I don't understand." Trace parked the Jeep and said,"I'm sure Sigmund Freud would say I had a fetish for strong females." Tressa laughed as they got out of the Jeep. Trace helped her sit in a canvas chair by the tent.
He went beck to the Jeep to get his medical kit. Tressa untied his shirt from her leg. The small cut was still bleeding a little. Trace came to her, knelt down and began cleaning the cut with alcohol. It stung but Tressa gritted her teeth as he soaked the wound. He applied antibiotic ointment and wrapped her calf with gauze. She thought about how he was so gentle and his smile was so real.
Tressa softly said,"Thank you," as he smiled and said,"You have gorgeous legs, I should be thanking you." She blushed and said,"There you go....flirting again." Trace grinned and said,"You just sit here and rest, I'll cook dinner and think of some more flirting lines."
She laughed as he walked back to the Jeep and took a stringer of Blue Gills from the back compartment. He fried the fish in a large cast iron skillet on his camp stove. He prepare two plates of fish and got a bottle of wine from a large red and white cooler sitting beside the tent. Tressa saw him pull out the wine, giggled and said,"Wow, a man who takes wine....camping."
Trace smiled and said,"It is a little weird but I love wine. I grew up drinking it with meals." Tressa grinned and asked,"Are you Catholic?" He laughed as he answered,"No, I just love a good glass of wine, especially in the company of such a beautiful young woman."
Tressa smiled wide and then turned her eyes to the wonderful sunset. She had heard people tell her she was beautiful before but when Trace said it, she felt as if he was describing her soul. She loved that feeling.
They had their dinner, sipped the wine and had wonderful conversations about life, nature and romance. A campfire crackled as the sun sank, slowly lending the stars to the sky.
They scooted closer and closer to each other as they sat on Trace's sleeping bag. Holding hands at first, then little kisses turned into passionate kissing and touching.
Tressa suddenly stood up in front of Trace and pulled off her yellow t-shirt. He smiled with the fire gleaming in his brown eyes as she reached behind to unsnap her white cotton bra. He crossed his legs, Indian style and leaned back with his hands propping him up.
She pulled her bra away slowly, revealing her beautiful milk white breasts and delicious firm nipples. She dropped her bra on the ground and unsnapped her blue jean shorts. She put her thumbs in the sides, pushing them down, letting them and her white panties fall to her ankles.
She smiled and shuffled to him, sweetly saying,"Would you please untie my shoes sir?" Trace grinned, leaned forward and untied her shoes. She put her hands on his shoulders and stepped out of her clothing and shoes.
Tressa slowly turned and eased down on his lap. She turned her head, softly saying,"Show me how you love."
Trace gently placed his hands on her shoulders and made little kisses on both sides of her neck. He reached around and placed his left hand on her stomach. With the tips of his right hand fingers, he lightly stroked up and down her back. He whispered,"You are so beautiful, the stars are crying on you.....feel the tears of light rise and fall."
Tressa closed her eyes and felt tingles of his wonderful touches. Trace pulled her back to his bare muscular chest and draped his long black hair over her shoulders. His soft hair covered her breasts and tickled her swelling nipples. He slowly moved his hands from the sides of her breasts to her nipples. He massaged her erect nipples with his fingers entwined in his hair.
She made little moans as he gently pinched, pulled and released them. Trace then slid his hands to her thighs, coaxing her to spread her legs. He reached under her bottom with his right hand and slid his left hand up her inner thigh to her sweet blond haired garden.
He slowly inserted his right hand finger into her moist crevice as he gently touched her soft swollen lips. Tressa gathered his hair in each of her hands and began fondling her breast.
She made a little squeal as his finger sank into her, searching for a certain spot. He moved it slowly until he felt her vagina slightly contract. He began gently pushing on it and then made tiny circular motions on the bulb like wet flesh. She stiffened and moaned,"Oh that's it....yes that is it."
With his left hand, he was slightly pinching her clitoris with his fingers, pulling upwards gently and releasing it. Tressa moaned louder,"Wow...oh wow...oh..oh...oh yum!"
He kept his right hand finger inside her as he unbuttoned his jeans with his left hand. She reached down and helped him pull his pants and black underwear down his thighs, over his knees to the bottoms of his calves. She squatted back down while placing the head of his long hard flesh inside her. She eased down slowly as he pulled his finger out. She exhaled hard when she felt his shaft open her moist pink flesh, deep and wide.
Trace groaned as he sank into her sweet softness. With her knees on the ground, she slid her stomach up and down the top of his thighs. Every motion rubbed her breasts on his bent knees. Trace grabbed her ankles and began humping upwards. Tressa moaned louder and louder as he humped faster and harder. He gripped her toes in his hands with his thumbs cradled under her toes. He could feel them tense up and release as her moans quickly became orgasmic whines and squeals.
Trace rammed upwards faster and faster! Tressa screamed,"Oh god....oh...sweet...oh!" Then she gritted her teeth and growled deep as the butterflies swirled in her abdomen. Her entire body trembled as her tender dam expanded, seeped and broke, flooding her flesh with a raging river of wild juices. Trace felt her toes clamp on his thumbs and felt her soaking his throbbing penis and pubic hair. It was so erotic to him, watching her short blond hair bounce with his every thrust.
Trace roared and raised her up as he felt seeping strain out and the first pump blasted inside her! He growled with each convulsion in his groin. Tressa felt every pump and every squirt of semen in her depth. She moaned and squealed as her body jerked from the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced.
She was still trembling as she laid back on Trace who was soaked with sweat. She felt his member soften and retreat from within her, slowly along with fluids released by her pulsing contractions. She took his right hand, kissed his palm and softly said,"That was, that was...was amazing."
Trace kissed her ear and whispered,"That was heaven."
Tressa rolled over and laid down next to Trace with her head on his still pounding chest. They stroked each other gently and kissed as their sighs of pleasure turned to words of love.
They made love three more times that night before they fell asleep together by the fire.
Birds of the morning woke them and Tressa giggled while Trace, totally nude put on a pot of coffee. It only took seconds for his penis to become erect when he saw Tressa get out of the sleeping bag. A few sips of coffee each and they were rolling naked in the wet morning grass.
Trace was on top of Tressa as he suddenly raised up. He looked at her smiling and said,"Want to drive my Jeep to the creek and take a bath?"
Tressa giggled and said,"Well, OK....I guess so." He got up, grabbed her hands and pulled her up. They ran hand in hand to the Jeep as Tressa laughed and asked,"Our clothes....don't we need our clothes?" Trace chuckled,"Not to take a bath."
He got in the driver's seat and Tressa asked,"I thought I was going to drive." He grinned and said,"You are." He reclined the seat back and chuckled,"Climb in and on me." Tressa smiled as she stepped up and straddled his stomach. She laughed as she felt his erection beneath her. She giggled and said,"This seat is a little lumpy."
Trace smiled, lifted her bottom and eased his stiffened flesh partially inside her." She wiggled her way down and moaned,"Yes...oh...oh yes." Trace instructed her to drive to the right side of the meadow and lock the steering left. On the way to the meadow, down a few little hills was already driving them wild!
Tressa turned the wheel left and spread her legs as wide as she could. Trace slightly pushed down the gas pedal and the Jeep made wide circles in the meadow. It was thankfully, a bumpy meadow. Trace fondled her breasts as her bottom bounced up and down on him with the ride. It felt great to both of them but the timing was off.
Trace reached and shut the engine off. He asked Tressa to place her feet on the dash and she did. She hugged the steering wheel as Trace gripped her butt cheeks and began humping her hard. He planted his feet on the floorboard and rammed upwards with all his might. Tressa felt his hard flesh raking across the "O" spot Trace had found with his finger. She gripped the steering wheel tight and squealed with each thrust.
She felt his pubic hair tickling her bottom as he made hard contact, spreading her cheeks wider with his hard grip. Every muscle in her legs tensed up as her toes curled. There was no moaning or whining or squealing this time....she was growling!
Her eyes rolled back in her head as massive flutters exploded in her abdomen! She screamed and gritted her teeth as his hard rod stroked inside her, causing sweet gushing from quakes of orgasms! Trace kept humping wildly! He was soaked, feeling her tight contractions...the first pump exploded as his body trembled and humped uncontrollably! He screamed as a constant stream tingled and flowed from him. She felt his throbbing and his warm semen soak her depth.
Tressa had tears in her eyes from the intense emotion. She collapsed back on top of Trace. He was breathing like a wild beast that had been chasing prey.
Tressa moaned sweetly and softly said,"I like your Jeep....I like Bessy." Trace caught his breath and laughed as he said,"We need to find a meadow with better timing." Tressa giggled and said,"It was perfect foreplay."
She turned her head and they kissed as his softening penis slipped slowly from inside her.
They made their way to the creek and bathed. They did much more playing than bathing.
Tressa and Trace spent three more wonderful days in Little Hills. They made love and by the time Tressa had to go back to school, love made them. Their wedding took place that summer at the campsite where they first made love. Tressa had climbed her mountains in life. She had conquered the gauntlet and found a man who embraced her soul. She was sure to be happy. Nothing but little hills were left to climb.