goody-goody reputation, letting everyday life occupy me so that I didn’t have to face my love life, or lack thereof.
“You know, right out of the gate you can’t get hooked on the suit. You and he lead two very different lives. He’s a man made for the city and you’re a farm girl. But that doesn’t mean you can’t rock that city boy’s fucking world and show him what country grown is all about.” Nikki slaps my knee and stands. “I gotta tell you, I’m impressed, Edie. Not only are you agreeing to hook up, you’re making him role-play with you.” She bows down before me. “I am in awe of you, my friend.”
I laugh and roll my eyes, but another frightening thought hits me. “What if he thinks I’m no good? I mean, I know he has to be very experienced and I’m…not. What if I suck?”
Nikki stares at me like I’m insane. “Are you serious right now? First of all, you will be awesome. You have more kinky as fuck ideas stored away in that head of yours because of those books than there is porn on the internet. Secondly, you’re hot as hell. The man probably had to whack it like five times after your little naked kiss last night.”
“I’m so not giving you any more details,” I groan and stand.
“Oh my God, you better. I want every detail.”
“Right.” I hug her tightly. “Thanks for the it’s okay to be a slut pep talk.”
“Hey…that’s what I’m here for.” She hugs me back. “Edie, it’s three months. Enjoy it. Live a little.”
I leave Nikki’s house and climb in my truck. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I can’t wait to find out just how far the suit is willing to go.
I read somewhere that men think about sex every seven seconds. I’m not sure I fully agree with that, I mean it could be true only if the sexual thoughts are more abstract. There are severely sexual thoughts, like hey I’d like to fuck that hot girl over there , then there are ones that are much more subtle. Like that girl’s ass looks good in those pants or she has a nice rack . While those thoughts are sexual they are not full-on-sex.
But as of thirteen hours ago, when the smoking hot Edie James let that silk robe slide off her banging little body and she showed me the promised lands, I’ve been on the far end of the spectrum thinking about every way I’d like to have her. These ways include, but are not limited to on top of me, under me, in front of me, bent over a desk, on a horse, and so on. This morning I worried things would be awkward, but the farm girl surprised me once again. We got up extremely early since the expected temperature would near one hundred degrees today, and exercised the horses while it was somewhat cool out before the heat of the day hit. Around ten we came up and she made us breakfast and we talked about her time growing up in Tennessee and our favorite bands.
Then after we ate, she left saying she had a few errands to run and since there were no horses to work or deal with until the afternoon, leaving wasn’t a big deal. I’m guessing she really needs a little time to herself. Understandable. Maybe I need some time to myself, too.
After trying to force myself to study and failing miserably, I find myself listless, wondering around the old farm house, and before I know it, I’m in her room. Her room is the second biggest in the house, next to her grandfather’s, which from what I can tell she hasn’t touched.
Her bed is made, a soft white down comforter covering it and my mind drifts to images of spreading her across it, naked and moaning my name. Fuck. I really have to get a grip. I cannot stop thinking about having sex with this girl. I’m sure Bud James is up in heaven now telling Peter and Paul to lock the fucking gates when they see me coming. I know I’m a shit for breaking my promise to him, but I have to believe Bud would prefer her with me over that dick, Dierk. I mean, I’m sure he would prefer neither of us, but…if he had to choose.
“You know, right out of the gate you can’t get hooked on the suit. You and he lead two very different lives. He’s a man made for the city and you’re a farm girl. But that doesn’t mean you can’t rock that city boy’s fucking world and show him what country grown is all about.” Nikki slaps my knee and stands. “I gotta tell you, I’m impressed, Edie. Not only are you agreeing to hook up, you’re making him role-play with you.” She bows down before me. “I am in awe of you, my friend.”
I laugh and roll my eyes, but another frightening thought hits me. “What if he thinks I’m no good? I mean, I know he has to be very experienced and I’m…not. What if I suck?”
Nikki stares at me like I’m insane. “Are you serious right now? First of all, you will be awesome. You have more kinky as fuck ideas stored away in that head of yours because of those books than there is porn on the internet. Secondly, you’re hot as hell. The man probably had to whack it like five times after your little naked kiss last night.”
“I’m so not giving you any more details,” I groan and stand.
“Oh my God, you better. I want every detail.”
“Right.” I hug her tightly. “Thanks for the it’s okay to be a slut pep talk.”
“Hey…that’s what I’m here for.” She hugs me back. “Edie, it’s three months. Enjoy it. Live a little.”
I leave Nikki’s house and climb in my truck. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I can’t wait to find out just how far the suit is willing to go.
I read somewhere that men think about sex every seven seconds. I’m not sure I fully agree with that, I mean it could be true only if the sexual thoughts are more abstract. There are severely sexual thoughts, like hey I’d like to fuck that hot girl over there , then there are ones that are much more subtle. Like that girl’s ass looks good in those pants or she has a nice rack . While those thoughts are sexual they are not full-on-sex.
But as of thirteen hours ago, when the smoking hot Edie James let that silk robe slide off her banging little body and she showed me the promised lands, I’ve been on the far end of the spectrum thinking about every way I’d like to have her. These ways include, but are not limited to on top of me, under me, in front of me, bent over a desk, on a horse, and so on. This morning I worried things would be awkward, but the farm girl surprised me once again. We got up extremely early since the expected temperature would near one hundred degrees today, and exercised the horses while it was somewhat cool out before the heat of the day hit. Around ten we came up and she made us breakfast and we talked about her time growing up in Tennessee and our favorite bands.
Then after we ate, she left saying she had a few errands to run and since there were no horses to work or deal with until the afternoon, leaving wasn’t a big deal. I’m guessing she really needs a little time to herself. Understandable. Maybe I need some time to myself, too.
After trying to force myself to study and failing miserably, I find myself listless, wondering around the old farm house, and before I know it, I’m in her room. Her room is the second biggest in the house, next to her grandfather’s, which from what I can tell she hasn’t touched.
Her bed is made, a soft white down comforter covering it and my mind drifts to images of spreading her across it, naked and moaning my name. Fuck. I really have to get a grip. I cannot stop thinking about having sex with this girl. I’m sure Bud James is up in heaven now telling Peter and Paul to lock the fucking gates when they see me coming. I know I’m a shit for breaking my promise to him, but I have to believe Bud would prefer her with me over that dick, Dierk. I mean, I’m sure he would prefer neither of us, but…if he had to choose.
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