Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  Nope! I was downright innocent, a good girl, my pa said. And I never had no intentions on Mr. Avery. He was widowed, his wife passed on years before, but he was my pa’s age and I thought of him as more of an uncle than anythin’ I guess you could say.

  Or at least, I did.

  Things began to change though right from that first time.

  The walk to Mr. Avery’s farm was a doozy! A good hour out of my mornin’ just to make it to work, so by the time I got there I was already a bit perspired an’ tired. A smilin’ Mr. Avery greeted me though, the tall fella lookin’ happy to see me as he waved me on in.

  He was guidin’ his prized horse then, Ms. Molly, the most beautiful pony you ever did see. She was white as snow, and with a thick mane. You could tell Mr. Avery took special care of his animals, ‘cause Ms. Molly looked gorgeous!

  “Hey Mr. Avery!” I called out, wavin’ back to him as I stomped on up in cowboy boots and my daisy dukes. Workday weren’t even started and I already had my plaid shirt tied up over my stomach, collar done low. Summer heat was quickly buildin’ after all.

  “Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, Daisy,” he said, and I could tell Mr. Avery had been hard at work already too. He was a big, tall man, built like a brick house. His work shirt was tied up above his elbows, and I could see his sun-browned forearms clear as day, thick and bulging with veiny muscles.

  “How’s Ms. Molly doin’?” I asked, ever fascinated with that beautiful mare.

  “Doin’ just fine, and lookin’ almost as good as you this morn’, if’n I might say so, Daisy,” he said smoothly, smiling at me all brightly. Part of what made Mr. Avery such a handsome fella was how smile, all white-toothed and good lookin’, complimented his blonde hair so well.

  “Aw shucks, Mr. Avery,” I said, slipping my hands in my back pockets and rockin’ on my heels a little. I’d blossomed into a woman some time before, but still... with so few fellers around I didn’t often hear compliments from men folk.

  “Well,” I said before he had a chance to make my cheeks burn a brighter red, “I suppose I should get to work then. Daylight’s a burnin’! As my ma always said.”

  Mr. Avery chuckled, patting Ms. Molly’s neck as he smiled at me.

  “You know where the farm is, I’d show you around but... I reckon you know your business as good as any, Daisy. And this farm ain’t no stranger to you. If’n you want somethin’, it’s yers to roam about freely. And if you do got a question, well... I’ll be out here tendin’ to the horses or the crops.”

  “Yes sir!” I said brightly, pleased as punch that my dreams were comin’ true! Mr. Avery weren’t goin’ to ride my back like ma and pa did, he’d let me do things my way.

  Things went well like that for a while. Mr. Avery’s farm was a sight newer than ma and pa’s, big but with more empty space. Mr. Avery didn’t have help after all, not before I got there.

  I’d come in the mornin’s, tend to the chickens, milk the cows, and help tidy up some. And he paid me generously!

  Though one mornin’ I got there and he saw me eyein’ him and Ms. Molly.

  “You wanna give her a ride, don’t ya?” he asked, a bright, cheery grin on his face. He was proud of his animals, most of all Ms. Molly.

  “Well I’d be a dirty liar if I said ‘no’, Mr. Avery,” I confessed, rubbing my palms over my jean shorts anxiously. It was pretty darned obvious I had a fancy for his horses, and most of all Ms. Molly.

  “Y’know... I been lookin’ at buyin’ up a new stallion, that black one that Larson’s been tryin’ to sell. You know the one, right?” he asked, and boy howdy did I!

  “You wanna buy that black beauty?!” I said, eyes wide. “If ever there was a stallion handsome enough for Ms. Molly, that’s the one!” I said, and he laughed and nodded his head. I felt like a silly girl blurtin’ that out so loud and fast!

  “That was exactly my thinkin’ too,” he said with a smile. “But I already got so much work to take care of here... addin’ another horse to the mix, well... that’d be too much.” He took his time, but I was nearly jumpin’ out of my boots with excitement!

  “If we had an extra hour or so in the mornin’, I could give you responsibility for Ms. Molly here, and then... well, you’d need a bit o’ extra time in the evenin’ to enjoy her for some ridin’ too, I reckon. And I’m already keepin’ you late as I can without gettin’ in the way of supper.”

  My heart beat so fast, then fell! I was so anxious to look after Ms. Molly and ride her around, that I said the first thing that came to my mind.

  “What if I stayed with you from now on? I mean, then I wouldn’t have to be walkin’ for an hour each mornin’. And I could ride Ms. Molly around in the evenin’.” It was pretty bold of me, gotta say, but right away I could tell he was ponderin’ it. And I didn’t want him to say no!

  So I kept a goin’.

  “I know it’s a lotta extra fuss, Mr. Avery, but... I can cook too! Ma taught me how. I could fix us breakfast and supper, just like how I fixes us up a lunch now! And I know you got two extra rooms,” I said, fidgetin’ and squirmin’ in front of him, suckin’ my lower lip into my mouth and gnawin’ at it anxiously.

  “If it’s good with yer ma and pa, well...” he broke down into a broad grin of his own, runnin’ a hand through that thick mane of golden hair he had. “I’d love to have yer smilin’ face here right at sunup.”

  Mr. Avery made me blush. Again.

  “You’re a right sweet talker,” I said, and I tried to say it teasingly, but I was too busy grindin’ my toes into the dirt and lookin’ bashful.

  I was way out of my element!

  Ma and pa had no problem with lettin’ me do that, I mean, as long as I came home on the weekends that is. Pa was a lil’ upset by it, I could tell, but he knew it was what was best for me anyhow. I needed to get out more, couldn’t spend all my life under their roof! Or at least, that’s what ma said.

  So startin’ the next day, I toted a big ol’ bundle over to Mr. Avery’s place and I stayed the night.

  “Here’s your new room, Daisy,” he said, guidin’ me on in with that big, strong hand of his on my bare, lower back. I gotta admit, that was the first time he ever laid skin to mine, and his hard hand was a right pleasant sensation. Like my pa’s, but bigger still, he was comfortin’ man, who made me feel like everythin’ was gonna be grand.

  “Woo doggy, Mr. Avery!” I said, tryin’ to distract myself from how flustered I kept gettin’ ‘round him. “This is a big ol’ room!” And it was! The bed alone looked to be almost as big as my old room.

  “I bought the bed for myself some time ago, splurged, ya know? But then I never did feel comfortable in that big ol’ bed all by my lonesome. So it became my guest bed. Now it’s yers,” he said warmly. “And dresser over there, for all yer stuff, figure it’s appropriate for a fine lady like yerself.”

  And it was. Pretty as anythin’, it looked made for a lady. Didn’t fit in with big ol’ Mr. Avery none.

  “I don’t know what to be sayin’, Mr. Avery,” I said, battin’ my lashes and lookin’ up at him sheepishly. “It’s a much finer room than I’ve ever had.”

  He smiled down at me and rubbed at my shoulder, that big palm so large against my dainty limbs.

  “No less than you deserve. And it’ll be real nice to have more of a lady’s touch ‘round here. It’s been sorely missed,” he stated, flashin’ me a wink.

  “Now come on,” he said, “settle yer things in and then we’ll rustle up some supper, whadda ya say?”

  I laughed and pranced on in, shovin’ my things next to the dresser for now before racin’ on out, eager to start in the kitchen.

  Like I said before, Mr. Avery’s farm was bigger than ma and pa’s, and that went for the kitchen and whole farm house too. So much roomier than what I was used to, I felt like a queen instead of a silly lil’ farm girl out in the country. It was clear Mr. Avery had plans for a big ol’ family at one time, but now it was just him and me.

  I reckon
ed to make up for lost time, by makin’ him some fine meals.

  “Mm-mmm!” he declared after the last bite. Though to be fair, he hadn’t been quiet about any of the bites he’d taken. He’d loved every single one.

  “That is one hell of a meal, Daisy!” He said, before coverin’ his mouth. “Sorry, shouldn’t cuss like that in front of a pretty lady,” he amended.

  “Aw shucks, Mr. Avery,” I said, grinnin’ big and foolish, just so happy that my cookin’ got him so worked up. “Just makes me happy to know I could please you so,” I said, standin’ up and gatherin’ the plates to take to the sink.

  “And that you certainly did, Daisy,” he remarked with a bright smile, helpin’ me take the dishes over. And even though the kitchen was so spacious, we was standin’ side by side, elbow to elbow. And I liked that a great deal.

  I spent more’n an hour brushin’ down Ms. Molly that first mornin’, I’ll confess right off the bat. Didn’t help that Mr. Avery only encouraged me. He showed me the way that she liked to be brushed, her favourite snacks — fresh carrots! From the special patch he grew just for her — and then we even cheated a little.

  “C’mere,” he said after we saddled her up, and he put his hands upon my waist, liftin’ me up with such ease.

  It weren’t the first time I felt a funny feelin’ down below, but I’ll say this... it was the first time I felt it near so intense. Those strong hands, hoistin’ me up into the saddle gave me a stirrin’ in my loins like nothin’ I ever felt, and then there I was: mounted atop Ms. Molly.

  “Ridin’ tall and pretty,” Mr. Avery declared with a bright smile, lookin’ about as proud of me as he was Ms. Molly. “You two was meant to be together, I think,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat.

  “Don’t tease like that, Mr. Avery,” I said, cheeks all flushed pink as I clutched those reigns.

  “I don’t tease!” He said, and then started to guide her out around the yard, each clip-clop a lovely sensation fer me. “Beautiful,” he said, and I think that was when I first realized somethin’: he fancied me more’n he’d ever fancied Ms. Molly.

  Mr. Avery gave me plenty of time with Ms. Molly, and he took that opportunity to train in his new stallion. It wasn't long before he felt comfortable ridin’ on up to me, big ol’ grin on his face as he rode that horse in time with me.

  “How about you and me go out for a lil’ joy ride, huh?” he said, and after all day workin’ hard, we was both weary and stripped down some, but none of my enthusiasm for a joy ride was dampened. Especially not with Mr. Avery ridin’ topless as he was, that broad chest showin’ off, all hard and bulgin’ with muscle.

  Never saw a man like that before, nor since. Mr. Avery was a rare sort of man, kind, gentle, generous and strong. Oh so strong.

  “I’d love to,” I said, my voice squeakin’ a lil’ I was so breathless.

  “C’mon,” he said, and began to lead the way.

  We rode on out along the country paths, through the fields where I’d not even known of. He got me to take Ms. Molly faster than I ever took her before! And a combination of watchin’ him in the saddle topless, and the feelin’ of all that jostlin’ against my ladybits...

  I was a right mess by the time we came to a stop in a grassy clearin’.

  “Here we are,” he said, climbin’ down from his saddle, pullin’ a pouch and blanket from the horse.

  I was afraid to get down, my legs was like jelly, and my cheeks was flushed redder’n beets!

  So when he looked back after settin’ out the blanket and food, I was still sat up there.

  “Come on, we’ll have ourselves a lil’ picnic Daisy,” he said, reachin’ up to me, helpin’ lift me off that seat with those strong hands again. I was part way between dyin’ of embarrassment and goin’ to heaven. I guess one would lead to the other, huh?

  “Sorry, I’m just a lil’...” I trailed off, unable to come up with anythin’ good to say as he helped me down.

  I watched him, so much taller and bigger than me, size me up. His nostrils flared for a moment, and I swear he got a whiff of me, like we was some animals in heat.

  “It’s okay, Daisy,” he said, rubbing one hand over my waist and hip, the other comin’ up to cup my cheek all tender like. “You’re more beautiful than a gal has rights to be out here, ya know?”

  He was just such a charmer, and didn’t make me feel ashamed, not at all, even though I knew I musta been blushin’ like crazy. I tucked some of my brown hair from my face and tried to hide my eyes from him, but wasn’t like that was gonna work. Was just the two of us in the clearin’, ain’t no runnin’ from that.

  “You’re awful sweet, Mr. Avery,” I managed, but my voice was like a whisper on the wind, all shy and awkward. I didn’t know what to say to that. He was the best lookin’ man I’d ever set eyes on, but I didn’t know if a woman was to tell a man that or nothin’. Ma never said that to pa after all...

  "Sweet on you, that's all," he said with a big, warm smile just for me. "C'mon, food's a waitin', don't want your sandwich to grow cold," he said with a playful wink as he took my hand — makin' it feel so tiny inside of his! — and guided me on over to the blanket.

  Ms. Molly and her new beau Dusky sidled up to one another as Mr. Avery and I got down onto the blanket.

  The summer sun was bright and hot, but still we sat close by as he unwrapped the sandwiches for us.

  We ate in quiet for a while, until near the end he reached over, placed his big ol' hand on my bare knee and thigh.

  "It's been real nice havin' you stay with me this past week," he said, and though he sounded so happy, I could tell he wasn't lookin' forward to my havin' to head home for the weekend.

  “Ya, it’s been real swell,” I said, licking my lips and hating the way his brows furrowed a little bit, makin’ him look so much sadder. My thumb went to his face before I could even stop it, trying to smooth out those lines before I realized what I was doin’.

  “I’ll be back bright and early on Monday, you know,” I said as I squirmed beneath his hand. It was makin’ me feel even hotter, especially between my thighs and beneath my plain white panties.

  As big and strong as he was, he was a sweet man, and when he leaned in and placed his lips to mine, I wasn't frightened. Nor was I upset! I was surprised, but pleasantly so. And I couldn't help but flutter my eyes shut as I got what was my first, honest to goodness kiss.

  A real grown up, adult kiss, I mean. A man's lips to mine, passionate and lovin', not like the silly kisses kids give each other, or a ma gives her child, which was the only other sorta thing I ever had.

  Mr. Avery squeezed my thigh and I could feel his moist tongue prod between my lips. I parted 'em willingly, and felt him explore my mouth just a bit.

  It was such a sweet moment, and my body still felt all rubbery and soft from the ride. I felt like I could just melt right into him, truth be told. And his free hand came up to grasp me at the shoulder and brace me, as if he sensed that.

  He pulled back at long last, our lips parting as I opened my eyes and found us staring at one another.

  I didn’t know what to say. I ain’t done nothin’ like that before so I didn’t know even what to do. But I wanted more. I really liked the feel of his mouth on mine, tasting the way he tasted, feeling his warmth. It was making me all tingly on the inside, and I stared at him for what felt like a long time before I became really aware of how his hand felt on my thigh and the way his fingers were digging into my flesh.

  He was so near my womanhood, and I was kinda scared and nervous but at the same time I wanted to feel him move up just a little, brush against my jean shorts. Just enough to take the pressure off that throbbing between my legs, nothing serious.

  But at the same time, I kinda wanted for somethin’ I didn’t have words for and that made me feel a bit ashamed, but not, ‘cause it was him and not some dumb boy. He was old as my pa, and lonely like me. He squeezed my shoulder and I moved in towards him, feelin’ so good.

  “Mr.
Avery,” I said, but I didn’t know what I figured was gonna follow.

  He took care of that, all he needed to see was that I wanted him, like he wanted me.

  Big and strong, he moved his hands. From my shoulder, he dipped down to my bare back, from my thigh he crept up beneath my jean shorts to my soft, inner thigh flesh. He pressed his lips back to mine, and we made out.

  It was the nicest thing I ever felt, and Mr. Avery made it all so sweet and carefree. He pressed me back gently to the blanket, his big, strong torso up over me, makin' me dare to touch upon all those hard muscles of his. It was glorious...

  I never knew men could feel like that. So hard, so masculine, but so warm and reassurin'. He was everythin' good in men, times a thousand! And he was taken with me, I knew it. Like a gentleman's fancy, not some boy out for a roll in the hay and nothin' more!

  I felt his hand circle around from my back as I lay down flat to the picnic blanket, felt those hard, long fingers search over my flat tummy, up to my breasts... skirtin' the edge of 'em along my tied-up top.

  I didn’t wear a bra, and honestly it got a little hard sometimes ‘cause I was pretty chesty, and sometimes they hurt a bit when I was runnin’. But bras were too damned hot, and I didn’t care for them none, and never was I happier for that than when I felt him trace around those large mounds.

  It was like electricity goin’ from him to me, and my legs parted so he could touch between them a bit better. It was so hot, and he was pressed atop me, but it was a good kinda hot. The kinda hot you want, you know?

  I still couldn’t believe how good he felt and my tongue pressed against his and I guess it was kinda childish ‘cause he stilled and repeated my motion but slower. Sexier, not this little whip crack of my tongue like I did.

  So I repeated that against him, and he moaned his approval and there wasn’t nothin’ I wanted more than to hear that noise.

  Well, nothin' more than what he did next.

  His hand slid up beneath my daisy duke shorts, and he touched those hard fingers to my private girl parts, right over top of my panties!