First Time Tales - Farmboy Page 7
I nodded. “Exactly. Now you understand what was missing with Billy and me. We had the physical thing, but I never felt like he was there with me. I knew something was missing, I just didn’t know how much until I felt it with you.”
He smiled and brushed a strand of hair from my face. I could tell he wanted to say something else, but was searching for the words.
“Kristen?”
“Yes?”
“I’m really enjoying being with you.”
I smiled. “So am I, baby.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“You can ask me anything.”
“Before you go home, I want to make love to you.”
I smiled wide. “That’s not a question.”
“Oh, I mean, um, could we–”
I placed my finger on his lips, quieting him. “Baby, you’re the stallion, and I’m the mare, and we’re in the corral together. It’s only a matter of time until nature takes its course.”
His eyes sparkled as he grinned wide. “Oh really?”
“Really.” I grinned back.
“How do you prefer to be mounted?”
I giggled. “A stallion shouldn’t have to ask.”
He began sniffing the air.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Just trying to pick up your pheromones.”
I giggled again. “You had your face buried in my pheromones a few minutes ago. I think you still have some on you.” I traced my finger lightly over his cheek.
He laughed hard. “So that’s why I’ve been so horny since you showed up.”
“I can’t take all the credit. Your sexless eighteen years before you met me probably had something to do with it.”
He grinned. “Yeah, probably.”
“We’ll get there, stud,” I said. “There’s no way I’m going home without being filled with this cock.”
“Then I’m a happy man,” he said, and placed his hands behind his head and smiled at the sky.
“Not as happy as you’re about to be,” I said, sliding down his body.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Your first come was for you, this one will be for me. I want to spend some quality time with your dick.”
I shifted down between his legs, and took his half hard cock into my mouth. It quickly swelled to full mast, and I took my time with it, teasing with my tongue, and tasting his growing arousal. He watched me intently, and when I smiled up at him with my eyes as I held his cock in my mouth, I saw the pleasure I was giving him reflected in his joyous expression. When he got close, I would slow my pace, drawing his pleasure out like a fine wire. I held nothing back, expressing my desire to please him in the touch of my hands and mouth. All the while he let me know how much he was enjoying it, from his whispered words to passionate moans. I felt like a master musician, playing my instrument with skill.
Finally, it was time. I held the base of his cock in my hand as my mouth covered the head. Holding his eyes with mine, I swirled my tongue over the sensitive spot below the slit. He groaned and flexed his hips, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. My tongue continued to work, lapping at that same spot, and I saw his eyes grow wider with each passing second. His breaths came in rasps as his lips parted, and a low moan began in his throat.
“Huunnnnnn!” he groaned, and a powerful shudder went through him. In the next instant, he began to flood my mouth with his frothy cream. I didn’t even try to swallow this time, instead just keeping my tongue moving on that spot, driving his climax higher. All the while our eyes remained locked on each other, each seeing the pleasure the other was giving them.
His cum struck the roof of my mouth in hard spurts, and then ran down around my working tongue to ooze out from the corners of my mouth. From there, some of it ran down his shaft and over his balls, and some dripped directly to the ground below.
He held my gaze until his cock throbbed one final time. Then his eyes glazed over and his head fell back and lay on the ground. I smiled and began my cleanup, first licking his balls clear of his juices, then trailing my tongue up his softening shaft, following the wet trail to the tip. Covering his head with my mouth once again, I grasped his shaft and milked upward, giving myself one last weak spurt of his musky flavor. I then kissed his dick softly before moving up to lie beside him, snuggling into his side as we both recuperated.
Chapter 17
“I think that’s a bad idea,” Lauren said.
“I’ll be there with him. I’ll make sure nothing happens.”
“If trouble starts, what can you do?”
“I can make sure trouble doesn’t start.” I reached across the swing and rested my hand on her arm. “Lauren, he’s going off to college in a few months. You can’t protect him forever.”
Her face softened. “I know.”
“We just want to have a night out together. Have a little fun.”
She thought for a moment. “You’ll keep your eye on him?”
“I promise.”
She sighed. “Ok. But if trouble starts, you get him out of there. I don’t need any more visits from the sheriff.”
I smiled. “Thanks.”
She returned my smile and placed her hand over mine. “It’s hard letting go. You’ll see when you’re a mom.”
“I hope I’m as good a mom as you. You’ve raised a special son.”
Her smile widened. I could see she wanted to ask, but couldn’t find the words.
“Not yet,” I said. “We’ve been entertaining ourselves in other ways. I want it to be special when it happens.”
“If you need time alone, let me know.”
“Thanks, I will. Does my mom know?”
She glanced quickly at me. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
She was silent, and I looked at her in surprise.
“She does, doesn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“Holy shit. And she’s ok with it?”
“Watch your language. And yes, she is. As a matter of fact...”
“What?”
“It was her idea.”
I stared at her in stunned amazement. “You’re joking.”
“Not at all. When we talked about our families, I told her about Jamie being alone here, and she told me about you dating a loser.”
“Billy?”
“Yes. Your parents weren’t a fan. So we got to talking, and she said she wished we lived near each other, so you and Jamie could be friends. I told her that Jamie needed a girl like you around, who could show him what is what. That’s when she came up with the idea of getting you two together.”
I wondered if I was dreaming. “My mom brought me here to get laid?”
“No, your mom brought you here to meet a wonderful boy. Whether you get laid or not is your choice.”
I smiled. “And nature taking its course, right?”
“That too. Get two healthy teens together, and they tend to figure it out for themselves.”
“But what if I was still dating Billy?”
“Your mom thought of that too.”
“What do you mean?”
“She had your father pulls some strings with some old friends. The Alaskan job offer to Billy wasn’t random.”
Once again, I gaped at her. “They broke us up on purpose?”
“Did you really have a future with him?”
“I thought I did.”
“Do you now?”
“No.”
“Then it was for the best, right?”
“I guess.” I needed time to think over this news. I stood. “I’m going to bed.”
“Goodnight, Kristen. Have fun.”
I stared at her. “We’re not fooling you with our midnight visits, are we?”
She smiled. “As I told you, I’m not a stupid woman. Combine that with an old house that creaks when anyone moves, and no, you’re not fooling me.”
I shook my head. “You are amazing, just like your son.”
Chapter 18
I waited to break the news to Jamie until we were both sated in his bed, lying in each other’s arms catching our breaths. We had just finished enjoying an incredible sixty-nine with me on top. I had come first, squeaking out my cries of pleasure as his hands gripped my ass cheeks and held me in place, while his tongue slid up and down my slick groove. As soon as I recovered enough to latch my lips back around his cock, he blasted into my mouth, groaning as he pressed his face against my spread pussy.
The past few days had been incredible, as we tried every variation of oral sex we could think of. And we weren’t just limiting ourselves to the pond and his bed anymore, with me giving him a blowjob in the loft of the barn yesterday, just before we headed in for lunch. He reciprocated that evening by showing up in my room with the Game of Life again, and we took a break in the middle of the game as I lay back on my bed with my ass hanging over the edge, and him kneeling on the floor with his face buried between my legs. I kept one ear on the stairs and had to bite my pillow as I came, so I wouldn’t be heard downstairs.
Something happened earlier today that made me realize we were getting very close to actually fucking. We were at the pond, where he had just finished making me come with his mouth, and I was lying back relaxing, working up enough energy to return the favor. He rolled over on top of me, kissing me and settling between my legs. I wasn’t concerned, because we did this a lot, and it was just a way for us to be close.
But this time, he adjusted his hips so that the base of his cock pressed against my pussy. I felt my outer labia spread as his warm flesh pressed between them, and despite my recent orgasm, I felt my desire begin to rekindle.
He began rocking his hips slightly, pressing the base of his dick against my resurging clit. I groaned softly, and slid my legs up around him, pressing my thighs into his sides as my feet rested on the small of his back. The effect of this was to tilt my pussy up toward him, and now the underside of his stiff cock sat snugly in my slick furrow. He began rocking again, causing his cock to slide through my wet groove. My lubrication coated his cockskin, making our contact warm and slippery.
It felt amazing as his cock slid against my pussy, riding over my inner lips and grazing my clit. I sighed and hunched up against him, happy we’d found a new way to please each other.
But as his excitement increased, he began sliding further back, and now it was his cock head sliding over my labia, not the base. It felt amazing, but we were dangerously close to taking a step I wasn’t ready for. Lauren’s little box of protection was still unopened up in my drawer.
As he moved backwards, his cock head slid down through my lips, sending shivers of pleasure through me. When it reached the bottom, his hips flexed again, and his swollen head slid up between my inner labia, passing over my entrance, then bumping up over my clit. We both sighed with each repetition, feeling our desire building inside.
Then, he subtly changed the angle, and now instead of sliding over my entrance, his head dipped slightly into it. As he pushed on, it would pause momentarily as it pressed against the juncture of my lips. If it slipped downward, it would enter me. Sure, it would take a lot more effort to get that big cock into me, but once the head was inside, we were pretty much fucking. And if he came like that, it wouldn’t be good.
But each time it didn’t go downward, but instead would bump over my clit and continue on, sending shards of pleasure spiking through me. I was enjoying this little game as much as he was, but I was worried where it was heading.
The urgency of his breathing was picking up, and each pause at my entrance was getting longer. I knew what was happening. His lust was taking over his thoughts, and he wanted to be inside of me. Hell, I could even feel a part of myself saying fuck it, and jamming my pussy up onto his jutting cock. But we cared too much about each other to be that reckless.
I opened my eyes to look up at him. His face was beautiful in its contented pleasure, his eyes closed as his hips moved between my legs.
“Baby,” I whispered.
His eyes fluttered open and he smiled down at me. “This feels so good.”
“It feels fantastic.”
He stared at me for a long moment. “I want to be inside of you.”
I smiled. “I want that too, but now is the wrong time.”
“No, it’s perfect. I could just slide right into you. It would feel so good.” He continued to move on me.
“It would, baby. And we’ll get there, I promise. But not now.”
“Please?” he said, and the way he said it made my heart melt.
I decided to take the indirect route. “Baby, I want you to come for me.”
He gave me a puzzled look. “You do?”
“Yes, I want to feel your hot cum spraying all over my stomach.”
“You like that?”
I grinned. “I love that. Slide your big cock on my hot pussy until you come all over my stomach. Do it for me, baby.”
He smiled and picked up his pace, and we imitated the movements of fucking, with his hips driving into me and my legs wrapped around him, pulling my pussy up to meet his thrusts.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered, my voice urgent with my desire, “just like that.”
I felt my orgasm beginning, and he was right there with me. Our bodies locked together and we cried out simultaneously, and I felt his hot cream spraying between us, coating my stomach with its slick mess.
We lay together for a long moment, and then he lifted his head to look down at me with a contrite expression.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I shouldn’t have pressured you like that.”
I smiled and caressed his cheek. “Baby, I wanted it as much as you did. Trust me, ok?”
He smiled softly. “Ok.”
My mind returned to the present, where Jamie and I were lying on his bed, enjoying our warm afterglow.
“I have good news,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“You and I are going on a date tomorrow.”
“We are? Where?”
“Longhorn”
“Um, I don’t think my mom is going to go for that.”
“Already got her approval.”
He lifted his head. “You did?”
“Yep.” I grinned proudly.
“How’d you do that?”
“I have my ways.”
He smiled. “I guess you do.”
“I had to promise to keep you out of trouble though.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m not fighting with anyone.”
But he was wrong.
Chapter 19
As I was getting dressed for our date, I opened the bottom drawer and stared at the box of condoms. After our close call at the pond yesterday, I decided to keep a condom with me just in case. But tonight was different. We were just going out for some dancing and fun, not sex. I shut the drawer and finished putting my clothes on.
My outfit was a faded denim dress that came down to just above my knees. Designed to be worn without a bra, it fit nicely around my full breasts, with a riveted denim strap on only one side, leaving the other shoulder bare. It was donated to me by Lauren, who informed me all the nice clothes I had brought were too ‘citified’ for the Longhorn. Luckily, I had brought a pair of high-heeled boots that fit the motif.
When I went downstairs, Jamie was ready to go, wearing jeans, boots, and a black T-shirt. He was also sporting a straw cowboy hat, which caused me to giggle.
“Howdy Tex,” I said in my best Texas drawl. I pretended to spit some chewing tobacco on the floor before continuing. “Rough day on the range?”
“Go ahead and laugh,” he said, “but I got one for you, too.” He turned around to the table, and when he turned back he was holding a second straw hat in his hand.
“No way,” I said firmly.
He held it out. “You got to.”
“No, I
don’t got to.”
Lauren interrupted. “Think of it as like having to wear a tie to a fancy restaurant. They may not let you in if you don’t have one.”
I stared at her. “Seriously?”
She smiled and nodded.
“Give me that,” I said, as I snatched it from his hand. Grimacing, I placed it on my head. “It’s going to give me hat hair,” I whined.
Jamie grinned. “Now you look like a country girl.”
I frowned. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”
He chuckled. “You look good, trust me.”
“Let me get a few pictures of you two,” Lauren said, holding a camera that looked like it was new in the 1960s.
I rolled my eyes, and then stood next to Jamie in front of the fireplace. He put his arm around my shoulder, and I slid mine around his waist, and as his mother took a few shots, all I could think about was how damn fine his body felt against mine.
We were ready to go, so my mom gave me a hug goodbye.
“Having fun?” she asked.
“Yeah, Mom, I am. Thanks for bringing me here.”
She smiled and kissed my forehead.
Lauren had her finger in Jamie’s face. “Remember the rules. No alcohol, and no fighting.”
“Mom, we’re only eighteen. They’re not going to serve us.”
“Oh please,” Lauren said, rolling her eyes. “Tell that to someone who didn’t have a fake ID when she was eighteen, right Maggie?”
My mother just grinned and tried to look innocent, and I stared at her and wondered when she had been replaced by an alien.
Five minutes later we were on our way in Jamie’s pickup truck. Before I had gotten in, I had pulled up a blade of grass, and now it was sticking from between my teeth.
“Haw do ah look, pardner?” I drawled, as I pulled my hat down to partially cover my eyes.
“Good enough to eat,” he said with a grin.
I giggled. “Mah name is Daisy Mae, and I mean to find me a fine hunk of country boy tonight.”