Erin Connors ran her index finger over the glossy magazine cover with the scantily clad cover model and underlined the article, "Seven Sex Positions That Will Drive You Both Wild!"

Taking a deep breath, she opened the cover and scanned the table of contents. She flipped through the pages, stopping at, appropriately enough, page sixty-nine, and spread the magazine wide on the scarred wood table in front of her. Bold pink letters flashed up at her from the page. Legs on shoulders, Doggy-style, 69, Standing Backwards Position, Face-to-Face, Spooning and Scissors. She could feel the heat creeping up her face as she perused the pictures of half-naked couples, with strategically placed clothing and blankets, demonstrating the techniques.

Glancing up, she peeked out the open back door and noted that the yard was empty. Her brother Jackson was busy in the barn and Nathan had already left for work. The coast was clear. Sighing, she rubbed the back of her suntanned neck. It was pathetic that a woman of twenty-five had to hide the fact that she was reading a woman's magazine. Especially a magazine that gave advice about sex. That's what came from still living at home at her age, and having two, very large, very protective older brothers, one of whom was a local deputy sheriff. They still treated her like some kind of nun who supposedly never even thought about sex, much less had sex.

That was entirely the problem. She hadn't had sex. Well, technically she had, but she didn't count graduation night in the back of Brad Hutchinson's pickup truck out at Peak's Pond. That had been a lot of fumbling, a little pain, and a whole lot of nothing! It had been such a disaster that Erin had never quite worked up the nerve to try it again. Not that she'd had much of an opportunity.

The fact of the matter was that men didn't notice her. Well, they noticed her, but not for the right reasons. Erin was what was known as "a big girl". Six feet tall in her stocking feet, her arms and legs muscular, and her shoulders wide from working side by side with her brothers, tended to be off-putting to a lot of men.

It wouldn't have been so bad, but the only part of her that wasn't large was her breasts. She'd gotten shortchanged in that department. Though nicely rounded, they tended to disappear in the overalls and loose shirts she wore for work.

Still, she wasn't ugly. Her hair was deep auburn, but it was a thick, curly mess that wouldn't hold a style, so she usually kept it confined in a single braid that fell to her waist. She had the Connors blue eyes, the pale blue of a sunny summer sky, just like her brothers Jackson and Nathan. Her nose tilted up just slightly and had a light dusting of freckles, and her lips were wide and full. It was a nice face, a comfortable face, and that was part of the problem.

Erin looked like the proverbial girl-next-door with her wholesome looks. Tagging behind her older brothers, doing the same work, had quickly labeled her a tomboy. By the time she'd become interested in what it meant to be a girl, everyone was used to her being just one of the guys. Except for Carly Ames, none of the girls in the neighborhood or at school had liked her because she was a friend to all the boys. Conversely, all the guys liked her because she didn't act like a girl.

The problem was that when all the boys grew into men and the girls grew into women, Erin was left out. The men started dating and she was still just one of the boys. Everybody's pal, that was her. And she hated it. Maybe not all of it. But damn it, she was a woman too, with women's needs, except no one ever seemed to notice. If she was ever to get the sweaty, grinding, orgasmic sex that she wanted, she needed help.

Turning her attention to the article, she began to read aloud. "Any man who's being truthful will tell you his favorite position is doggy-style. It's very primal and sexy to your man." Okay, she'd grown up in a farming community, so she could understand the animalistic appeal to a guy.

"Just get down on all fours and stick your ass in the air. No, it's not the most dignified position in the world." Erin pictured it in her head and thought that this was an understatement. In fact, she figured it would look pretty ridiculous, but what did she know. These people were the experts or they never would have gotten published in this magazine.

As her eyes drifted closed, the image in her head changed slightly and came into sharper focus. She saw herself kneeling on the kitchen linoleum with her face pressed to the cool floor and her ass stuck up in the air. A man stood behind her, but she couldn't quite picture his features, but his deep voice washed over her, filling her with pleasure...

"Spread your legs wider and offer yourself to me."

Erin could feel her juices run down her legs as she slid her knees as far apart as they would go. She could feel the heat rolling off of him as he knelt behind her. Without warning, he gripped her hips with his large hands and thrust his cock deep inside her. Moaning, she ground her bottom against him. He laughed and slipped his hands up to cup her breasts. "You know you want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes," she cried. "Fuck me. Hard." He began pumping into her from behind.

Erin's eyes popped open and she gasped for breath, desperately trying to focus on the magazine page in front of her.