First Time Tales - Farmboy

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “You gentlemen having a problem back here?”

  By this time, Clyde was standing. He chimed in first. “This guy started it!” He pointed to Jamie.

  Jamie glared at him. “He attacked my girl.”

  “I did not!” proclaimed Clyde. “She came onto me.”

  “That’s not true!” I shouted.

  “Everyone shut up!” The bouncer held up his hand. We all stared at him.

  “Now,” he said, “I may look like Judge Judy, but I really don’t give a fuck who started what. If you want to fight, you do it out in the parking lot, not in here. The police are on their way, and I’m sure they’d love to take you all down to the jail. So calm down. Because if you don’t, I’m going to start busting heads.”

  Jamie took a step back, and I hugged him from behind. I could feel the tenseness of his muscles.

  “That’s it,” the bouncer said. “Everyone relax.” “You four,” he said, pointing to us, “go back to your table and chill. Now.”

  He turned back to Clyde. “And you, I’m tired of your shit in here. You’re gone. And don’t come back.”

  We heard Clyde protesting as we made our way back to our table. When we got there, Jamie took me in his arms and held me tight. Finally, I felt him relax.

  “You ok?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Yeah. He scared me more than anything.”

  Jamie turned to his cousin. “I think we’re ready to go.”

  Robbie nodded. “Yeah, us too. You ready Suzie?”

  “Sure, just let me pee first.”

  Robbie shook his head as she walked away.

  Chapter 23

  When Suzie reappeared, we headed out to the parking lot. We all stood there for a moment, enjoying the fresh air before we said our goodbyes. But our pleasure was short-lived as a voice came from behind us.

  “Now we can settle this with no interference.”

  We all turned to see Clyde standing there. Jamie moved me behind him again.

  Clyde laughed. “That’s right. Come over here and get what’s coming to you.”

  “Please, Jamie,” I whispered. “Let’s just go.”

  Robbie took a step forward.

  Clyde pointed at him. “I got no beef with you, long hair. This is between me and Jamie.”

  “If you have a problem with him, then you have a problem with me,” Robbie said in an even voice.

  “Stay out of this, Robbie,” Jamie said. His eyes were focused on the bald man.

  Clyde laughed. “You got lucky last time, kid. Ain’t going to happen again.”

  Just then, a police cruiser with the word ‘Sheriff’ on the side pulled up next to us.

  “Shit,” muttered Clyde.

  A tall officer got out of the car and stared at all of us for a moment. He walked over.

  “Jamie and Clyde, I see you two haven’t patched up your differences.”

  “I owe him one,” Clyde said.

  “Seems to me,” the Sheriff said, “all you own him is a big thank you for not hurting you any worse than he did the last time you two tangled.”

  Clyde bristled. “He got lucky.”

  “That’s not how I hear it,” the Sheriff said. ‘What do you say we all go home and calm down, before you end up in the hospital again, Clyde?”

  I saw Jamie visibly relax, and I felt my heart-rate slow.

  “Where’d you get that whore from anyway?” Clyde said, adding a little laugh.

  Jamie tensed again.

  “Watch your mouth there,” the Sheriff said.

  “She tasted sweet,” Clyde said. “And her tittie was nice and soft.”

  “Clyde, I said shut your mouth,” the Sheriff said sternly.

  “Hoo boy,” Clyde continued, obviously enjoying the rise he was getting out of Jamie. “That is some sweet pussy. I’m glad I got me a taste.”

  Jamie began to ball his fists. This wasn’t looking good.

  The Sheriff walked over and stood next to Clyde. “Listen, asshole. If you say one more word, I’m going to let this kid kick your ass again. Now shut your damn mouth.”

  Clyde just laughed. “And you know what, Jamie? I could tell she liked it. She was kissing me back, and her sweet little nips were pressing into my chest.”

  The Sheriff stood there shaking his head for a moment, then walked over to Jamie. He leaned in close and said, “I’m going into my car to do some paperwork. I won’t be paying attention to what’s going on out here.”

  “Yes sir,” Jamie said, keeping his eyes on Clyde.

  I wanted to run to Jamie and put my arms around him, telling him to just stop it, and go home with me so we could make love. But I knew that would just make things worse.

  The Sheriff walked to his car and got back in, shut the door, and picked up a writing pad. He turned his head down and began to write.

  Without saying a word, Jamie strode toward Clyde. The bald man grinned and put up his fists. As they neared each other, the size advantage the older man had became more apparent, and I felt a pain in my heart.

  Clyde began to slowly bob and weave his head, grinning the whole time. Jamie just kept walking towards him, his hands at his sides.

  “Yeah boy,” Clyde said, “come and get your medicine. Get the ass whuppin you–”

  He never finished the sentence. Jamie stepped close to him, and the older man seemed confused that he wasn’t fighting. Then suddenly, Jamie’s fist came out of nowhere, catching him solid on the jaw. The bald man went down to his knees.

  “You mother fucker,” Clyde said through clenched teeth. “You broke my fucking jaw again.” He staggered to his feet.

  Jamie moved again, and this time his fist landed dead center in the middle of Clyde’s face. His nose seemed to flatten to nothing, and when it reappeared, it began to spray blood. Baldy went down again, this time lying on his back.

  “Fuck!” he screamed.

  Jamie walked to him and straddled his chest. Holding the man by his shirt, he raised his fist.

  The older man winced. “No, please!”

  “Apologize to her.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Louder.”

  “I’m sorry!”

  “If you ever touch her again, I’ll kill you, do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  Robbie moved over next to them. I wondered if he was going to take the opportunity to get a few shots in on the bald asshole.

  Jamie let go of the man’s shirt, and leaned back.

  Clyde moved quickly, reaching down to his boot. I saw a knife blade glimmer in the light, and I screamed.

  The knife hung in midair for a moment, then plunged towards Jamie’s side. I continued to scream.

  Robbie’s hand appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Clyde by the wrist, stopping the knife’s progress. In the same motion, Robbie’s other hand struck the back of Clyde’s elbow. As if defying the laws of physics, the joint bent the wrong way, and there was a loud snapping sound. There was a pause, and then suddenly, Clyde’s screams joined mine.

  Jamie got off him, and the man writhed on the ground, holding his broken arm. The Sheriff reappeared and stared down at Clyde, shaking his head. “Really, Clyde? Assault with a deadly weapon? That’s going to get you hard time.”

  He turned to Jamie and Robbie. “Go home. If anyone asks, you weren’t here tonight. Is that clear?”

  “Yes sir,” they said simultaneously.

  “Oh, and thank you. This asshole has deserved this for too long.”

  Chapter 24

  A few minutes later, we were driving home. I was leaning against him, with my head against his chest. He hadn’t said a word since we’d left the bar’s parking lot.

  I moved up and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.”

  He stared ahead at the road.

  “Baby,” I said, “talk to me.”

  He glanced quickly at me, then back at the road. “I just keep thinking of how he had his hands on you.”

  I put my hand against his che
st and caressed him. “It’s over now.”

  He shook his head. “I should have been there to protect you.”

  “You couldn’t have known.”

  “I wanted to kill him. Even now, I want to go back and beat his ass some more.”

  “He’s going to jail. And you’re not in trouble.”

  He glanced at me again. “My mom can’t find out about this.”

  “Of course not.”

  We drove in silence for a while, as I pressed myself against him. My fingers trailed down his chest and felt his abs through his T-shirt. I could feel the desire welling inside of me, and it seemed intensified by what we had just gone through. I needed to get him home, and inside of me.

  Suddenly, he hit the brakes and slowed the truck, then veered off onto a side road.

  “Are we taking a different way home?” I asked.

  He didn’t respond. We drove about a quarter mile, then turned into a plowed field. He stopped and turned off the truck.

  “Where are we?” I asked.

  Instead of answering, he turned to me, took my hat off, and set it on the dashboard. His followed, and then he slipped his arms around me. I felt his strength as he pulled me to his body, then leaned down to kiss me.

  It felt wonderful. After all we had been through, I felt I belonged to him, and the way he held me let me know he felt the same way. I felt my nipples harden against his chest, as wet heat pulsed between my legs. I had never felt this horny before. It was like my pussy was crying out to be filled.

  His strong hands moved over me, caressing my body through my clothes. Our tongues were fervent against each other, and I knew the time was perfect for us to make love.

  Then my heart fell. I cursed myself as I thought of the box of condoms in my drawer. How could I be so stupid? Why hadn’t I tossed a few into my purse? I groaned in frustration.

  His hand cupped my breast through my dress, and I moaned louder. Moving to my lone strap, he pushed it off my shoulder, then slid his hand down the front of my dress.

  “Uhhh,” I moaned, as I felt his rough skin bump over my swollen nipple. His hand pushed the material down, and my breast came free. He immediately lowered his head and took my nipple into his mouth.

  Oh god, it felt so good. Through the pleasure he was giving me, I tried to figure out a solution to this problem. I needed him so badly, but was I really stupid enough to not use protection? My pussy pulsed with need once again, and I knew I couldn’t deny him what we both wanted.

  As he suckled at my breast, his hand slid up under my dress, traveling along my inner thigh until he reached my panty-covered mound. His desire wouldn’t allow him to take his time, and he pressed a finger into me, pushing the satiny material between my lips.

  I clutched at his body and groaned loudly, feeling the waves of pleasure emanating from between my legs. My moans went up an octave when he pushed my panties to the side and slid his fingers into my slippery slit. His tongue and lips continued to work on my stiff, saturated nipple, and I felt like I had died and went to heaven.

  I reached down between us and pressed my hand against the iron bar that was in his pants. He groaned low in his throat when I gripped it and squeezed tightly. As I felt its solid weight, I imagined what it would feel like pressing into my tight core. My pussy spasmed in anticipation, and I felt more honey flow out onto his fingers.

  What was I going to do? Part of me knew what the right thing was, but the other part wanted to pull his cock from his pants and slide down on it, consequences be damned. And how could I tell him no, when he obviously wanted me so much?

  His finger found my clit, and all coherent thought left me as he began to roll over it, sending shards of pleasure shooting up my spine. Somehow, in my lust-filled daze, I managed to get the front of his pants open. Sliding my hand down his stomach and under the waistband of his underwear, I shuddered in pleasure as I gripped the hot firmness of his rigid dick.

  I realized I had to make a decision quickly. If I wasn’t planning on going through with it, I wasn’t being fair leading him on like this. Despite the internal protestations of my pussy, I knew what I had to do.

  “Baby?” I whispered.

  “Yes?” he said, his mouth still working at my breast.

  “How about I suck you, and we’ll make love when we get home?”

  He lifted his head and looked at me in the dim light of the truck. “No. I want you now.”

  “Baby, please?”

  He stared at me a moment longer. “Kristen, what’s wrong? I know you want it. I can tell by the way you touch me.”

  “Oh, I do want it baby, so much.”

  “Then why?”

  I made a pained face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t bring what we need along.”

  He looked at me curiously. “What we need?”

  “You know.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “I left the condoms back in my room.”

  His look of confusion grew. “You have condoms in your room?”

  I sighed. “It’s a long story.”

  “Anyway, why would I expect you to bring them?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m the one who should be responsible for that.”

  “Oh.” I stared at him, trying to make sense of this. “And were you?”

  He grinned. “Of course. After our close call yesterday, I decided I needed to be ready.”

  I felt my hope soaring. “You brought some?”

  He reached over, popped the glove compartment open, and pulled out a strip of three black squares.

  I grinned wide. “You beautiful, thoughtful man.”

  He chuckled. “I took them from my dad’s dresser. When he gave me ‘the talk’ when I was younger, he showed me where they were, and told me if I ever needed any, to just take them. So I did.”

  I shook my head. “You amaze me more every day.”

  “So,” he said, smiling and waving the strip in front of me, “do you still want to wait until we get home?”

  I slid my arms around his shoulders, and kissed him hard. When it ended, I turned to look through the back window onto the bed of the pickup truck. “It’s a little cramped in here,” I said. “Do you have like a blanket or something, so we can move to the back?”

  He grinned. “Yes, I do.”

  Chapter 25

  Two minutes later, he finished smoothing out the heavy woolen blanket over the truck bed, and then offered his hand to me. I took it and he effortlessly pulled me up onto the truck, and into his arms. We kissed again, and then I looked around. We were parked in a moonlit field that smelled of wonderfully fresh plowed earth. There was no one else around for miles, and countless stars filled the cloudless sky – many more than I could see from my backyard at home. The air was warm, with just a slight breeze. It was perfect.

  Some girls may have preferred a fancy hotel room, with a deep carpet and a soft four-poster bed. But I realized that I would rather be here with Jamie, on the back of his pickup truck about to make love to him for the first time, than anywhere else in the world. This was his element, and being with him this past week had made it my element too. We were where we were supposed to be. Nature had taken its natural course.

  He took hold of my dress and pulled it up. I lifted my arms and it slipped over my head, leaving me in just my panties and boots. I tugged his shirt from his pants, and pulled it up to reveal his flat stomach. I couldn’t reach higher, so he finished it for me, pulling it up and off.

  I paused for a moment to rest my hands on his chest, taking in his perfect lines. Ever so softly, I traced my fingertips over his skin, watching the small tics of pleasure ripple through him. My hands moved to his sides, and I pushed down his pants and underwear. As I slid them over his hips, his cock sprang free, proudly arching out and up like a curved spike.

  He kicked off his boots, and removed his pants the rest of the way. As he did that, I shimmied out of my panties, letting them puddle at my feet, where I stepped out of the
m and my boots at the same time.

  We stood naked facing each other, so comfortable with each other’s bodies by now, we just smiled happily. I stepped into him, and his arms slid around my waist. As we kissed, his erection pressed against my stomach, and I felt a slight wave of dizziness as I realized this beautiful tool would soon be inside of me. Once our lips came together, the desire that had filled us earlier in the front seat came roaring back, and his hands moved on me, touching me everywhere.

  We moved to our knees, and then stretched out on the blanket, lying side by side facing each other. His hand slid up between my legs, pressing between my lips, and my hand gripped his solid shaft, stroking it lightly.

  Both of us had come earlier in the day. We were up in the loft of the barn, and I had undid his pants and stroked him while we stood and kissed. I had intended on getting on my knees and finishing the job with my mouth, but he surprised me with an early climax, jetting his cum out onto the straw-covered floor in powerful arcs as my hand gripped him tightly. He returned the favor by backing me up against a post, dropping to his knees, pulling down my pants, and then feasting on my pussy. I came hard as his face pressed into my stomach and his tongue flicked over my clit. I gripped his hair so hard as the pleasure waves jolted through me, that I felt obliged to apologize for it afterward. But he just smiled and said he was so intent on what he was doing, he hadn’t noticed.

  But now, as we lay on the truck bed, those orgasms from our afternoon tryst did nothing to take the edge off the passion building within us. Once again, I felt the urgent need to be filled, and tremors of aching pleasure quivered through my loins.

  Moving my hand to his shoulder, I pressed him onto his back, keeping our kiss intact. My leg slid up over him, and I moved up to straddle his hips. As his hands slid down my back to cup my ass cheeks, my nipples grazed against his chest. Adjusting my hips, I settled my pussy on the base of his cock, and my outer lips separated as I pressed my warm slit against his firm root.

  We both sighed in pleasure, and when I lifted my head, he was looking up at me with eyes half-lidded in lust.

  “Being here with you like this is perfect,” I whispered.