Kitty and the Schoolmarm (futa, voyeurism, first time, impregnation, romance)

Kitty and the Schoolmarm

By Honey Moon

Kitty hurried down the boardwalk carrying a tray draped with a gingham cloth. It was almost high noon, and she wanted to be sure her pa got his dinner on time. The young woman cautiously swung wide in front of the double doors of the Golden Nugget saloon. Pa had really cleaned up the town of Wilson’s Gulch, but one never knew if a rowdy farm hand or cowboy would cause some offence in that den of sin, and be thrown bodily out into the street.

Balancing the tray with one hand, Kitty entered the Sheriff’s office and closed the door behind her. “Pa, Miss Mary fixed the fried chicken you’re so fond of.” She called happily.

Her father, Sheriff Jackson Tucker, put down the dime novel he was reading. “Kitty, what am I going to do with you?” His voice was stern, but there was no mistaking the look of love as he stood and took the tray from his only daughter. “You promised! Why aren’t you at the schoolhouse?”

Kitty sighed. “Pa, school is for young ‘uns! I’m a full growed woman of eighteen! There ain’t nothin’ old Mr. Peabody could learn me that I need knowin’ in order to see after you or even to help out Miss Mary at the roomin’ house!”

Jackson shook his head. He put down the tray, and with no warning, tossed the tattered yellow jacketed book to her. “I want you to turn to any page, and start reading to me.”

Kitty looked at the book, and her face grew red. “Aw pa, I don’t need to be readin’ no books like this!” she scrutinized the crudely drawn cover illustration that depicted a man wearing a star on his vest. “If I want to learn a story about a lawman, I’ll just listen to one of yours!”

Jackson sighed. “Kitty, this is all my fault. Once your mother passed away, rest her soul, I was too busy trying to make this town into one folk could feel proud to live in. I reckon I was just a mite too single minded. I never could seem to make enough time to teach a little eight year old terror any readin’ or ciphering. Before I knew it, you went and grew up on me.”

“Pa, you learned me to shoot!” she lovingly patted the gun riding low on her hip. “That’s more important then any book learnin’!”

“He shook his head. “Kitty, I promised your ma. We finally have a fine school, and I want you to attend!”

“But pa, I heard tell that old Mr. Peabody is so hard a hearin’ that nobody can get him to listen to their questions! If you make a mistake because you didn’t understand his mumbling, he whacks your knuckles with a ruler!” Kitty shook her head. “I’ll do fine as I am! I don’t need any schoolin’ if’n it means busted fingers!”

Jackson sat down to his dinner. “Kitty, what will I do with you? Mr. Peabody is set to retire. We have a new teacher coming in all the way from New York City! Please darlin’, give it a try!” He lifted the cloth from the tray. “My, this does look mighty tasty! Mary didn’t have to go through such trouble.”

Kitty giggled. She was glad of the change in subject. “Pa, Miss Mary is sweet on you, can’t you tell?” she smiled serenely. “I just know ma would have liked her. The ten years since ma passed is long enough for you to be alone. Why don’t you take Miss Mary to the founders day dance?”

It wasn’t often that the big man blushed, but he did now. “Kitty, I’m too set in my ways to fuss and bother with taking a woman to a dance!”

“Well I think you should ask!” Kitty said with a smug look. “I happen to know that she’ll say yes!”

“Kitty!” he smiled ruefully. “That’ll be enough of that.” He pulled the gold watch out of his vest pocket and frowned at it. “Wouldn’t you know? I have to go meet the new schoolmarm. She’s due on the noon stage.”

“Pa, eat your dinner!” Kitty ordered. “I’ll go see to the sour old biddy!”

“Kitty!”

“Um, I’ll go see that the new schoolmarm gets settled in at the roomin’ house.”

“That’s better. Her name is Miss Sara Mitchell.” He looked his daughter over. “I wish you had time to run and change into a dress. I don’t w

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