by Kuhn, N
My parents have never asked me for much from me, and I’ve always been a good kid. Never in trouble, never bad, so I’m allowed the freedom to do things I want. The rule was I always had to attend church with them and keep my grades up. Our church near downtown Buffalo is old and beautiful, having been built in 1843. When deciding what I want to do with my life, I figured if I couldn’t make it in music, I would do architecture or work on a ranch, since I love being around horses. Horses are so much better than people. They don’t expect anything from you and they appreciate any attention you lavish on them. I have to wonder what church is going to be like. Does anyone else know? Every look, every stare, will hold new meaning to me now. Who else helped keep this secret from me? Are they looking at me trying to figure out why Jane and Donald chose to keep me and not another kid? I would rather be home writing my own songs than sitting in a church full of people I no longer wish to see.
For growing up in Western New York, everyone always thinks it’s funny that I’m so into country music. The real stories told in a country song are always so much more relatable to me than any other music I could have ever listened to. Most people don’t realize that just outside of Buffalo there are sprawling country sides, fields, farms, and the type of area I want to live in. I don’t want to be stuck in a city the rest of my life. When I turned sixteen, I got a job on a farm out in Pendleton, cleaning out horse stalls, working in the field, whatever they would let me do to earn some money. The Johnsons have been like an Aunt and Uncle to me all my life. Frank and Melinda Johnson were great to me, and treated me like I was one of them. Which sort of makes it hard that their daughter Melody and I have secretly been dating behind their backs. She’s a year older than me, but never went off to college. She’s still trying to figure out what to do with herself. I wonder if they knew about my parents. Within four months of working for them, I had enough to buy my own truck, instead of borrowing my father’s car. It was a Dodge Ram, fully loaded, about six years old, but I got a fantastic deal on it. Donald never had a problem letting me use his truck, but I always felt like I was being a burden. I remember how much he had told me they were proud of me. It’s something I’ll try to hold on to in the years to come.
Melody Johnson is about four inches shorter then my six two height. She’s tall, thin, and tan with long brown wavy hair. The way it looks, spread out around behind her, laying in the hay makes my dick hard for hours. She’s a country girl through and through. Jeans and tee shirts, dirty hands, and she loves being around the horses and outside as much as I do. We hit it off as friends when I started there, but the last six months, we’ve been going behind everyone’s back to see each other. She was afraid her father would fire me if he found out. So instead, when he went in for lunch, we would feed the horses. Which was really just an excuse to get up in the hay loft and screw. Even now as I drive over there, I ache to feel her hot silky legs wrapped around my hips in attempt to help me forget what’s going on. Her bright brown eyes looking at me as she cums all over me. The feel of trembling as I push her over the edge. We lost our virginity together, and seem to have learned quickly what to do. There aren’t many nineteen year old virgins around here. But she says I’ve been what she was waiting for. She always wants to try something new, and I love every bit of it. Especially when she gets on her knees in front of me and shoves my cock in her mouth. She looks up at me with those big doe eyes and it does me in every time.
Pulling up by the barn, I put the truck in park as Melody comes out to greet me. Her short denim shorts and white tank top show off her long tan legs, and I’m grateful for the summer heat. Jumping out, she runs over to me, looking around to make sure no one sees us. She quickly gives me kiss, her soft lips taste like strawberry. Taking her hand, I pull her to the barn. Once inside, I wrap my arms around her, holding her body against me.
“Everything okay Jacob? You don’t seem your usual happy self today.”
“No it’s not, we need to talk.” She follows me to the equipment stall, and as I pull out the wheelbarrow and pitchfork, I tell her all that happened. Trying to busy myself with work as I tell her, I don’t want her to see the hurt that I know is broadcasting on my face.
“Wow, so I gave you the better graduation gift huh?” She giggles and it makes me feel a little better. I knew I could count on her. Her gift to me was her going panty less yesterday. Which she proudly showed me on our lunch in the hay loft.
“Hey, why don’t you skip church today? Stay here with me? Mom and Dad are heading out to the flea market, and we’ll have the place to ourselves.”
“I wish babe, but it’s not going to happen. I promised the Pastor I would sing. No matter how upset I am with my parents, I can’t let him down like that. Besides, I have a new song to play.” I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I wish I could just curl up with her all day. When I’m with her, my world feels right. Everything makes sense and no matter what, she makes me smile.
“Okay, well, let’s go up to the loft, and then you can come back after church.”
“Sounds good. Last time they went to the flea market, they didn’t come home until after dinner, so I’m sure you and I will have plenty of time this afternoon.” Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I fondle her breast as we walk to the ladder. She giggles again and I feel my dick twitch inside my pants. Climbing up the steps behind her, that round plump ass in my face makes it worse. I’m so hard right now that I’m about to split my jeans wide open. She lays down on her back, and I straddle her, my hard on pressed between us. Her small manicured hand reaches up to undo my zipper, my dick springing up in her face. She smiles and I feel an ache in my heart. I love her, I really do and she knows that, but for some reason, I feel like this will end soon. Especially now, with what I just found out, what if she doesn’t want me anymore? What if I find out my mom was some crack whore? Will she hold that against me?
For a minute, I sit there, just memorizing her pretty round face. Her small button nose, perfectly straight white teeth, plump, kissable lips and tiny chin. She could be a model, she’s perfect. But every time I tell her that, she says that models are a size two and she’s plus size compared to them. Whatever that means. Melody is smoking hot. Her hair fans out under her head, and she looks like a dark angel. Her tiny waist fits perfectly in my arms. She leans up, tugging my shirt over my head, running her fingers over my chest and abs. I stay pretty fit, working on the farm, playing sports, and I go to the gym a few nights a week. It’s one of the things she says she loves most about me. The lines of my muscles, and the feel of my rock hard body against her. Her fingers wrap around my cock and begin a slow stroke. Closing my eyes, I savor the feel as she moves around my body. She knows every inch of me and knows what to do to turn me on. Unable to take it anymore, I know I’m going to cum, and I need to make this matter for both of us. Standing, I quickly get my pants off as she wiggles out of her shorts. Her smooth skin is just begging to be touched. Getting back on my knees, I slide my hands under her ass, squeezing the perfectly round cheeks beneath her. Lowering my head, I lick her clit as she squeals. She tastes like honey and smells like apples, it’s intoxicating. Between the intoxicating smell of her pussy, the feel of the rough hay beneath us, and the smell of the horses, this is heaven for me. Licking up and down her slit, nibbling on the hard nub of her clit, she squirms and moans as her orgasm builds.
With her hips bucking, I firmly press my hands on them, holding her down, licking as she groans and I love each and every noise she makes. As she finally comes, I release her hips, lapping up the juices dripping from her. Moving up her body, without wasting any time, I plunge deep inside of her. Her pussy muscles clench around my dick, gripping me inside as the effects of her orgasm still flow throughout her body. Slowly gliding in and out her slickness, I relish the feel of the hot wetness clamping down on me. Shoving her shirt up, I ungracefully free her breasts. Somehow, even those are tan, and quickly suck her caramel colored nipple into my mouth. Moving my tongue in circles around
the hard bud, I lightly bite down, and feel her fingers dig into my back. My stomach clenches and the feelings that overwhelm my body are euphoric. We’re meant to be together. She feels right. As she cums for a second time, I can’t hold it anymore, her pussy tightening down on me so hard just milks my cock, begging for more. It drives me over the edge and I spill myself into her. Panting, I pull out and roll to my side, wrapping her in my arms, holding her against my body.
“I love you Jacob,” she whispers.
“Melody? Jacob? Where are you two? I saw you pull in Jacob, wanted to say hi before we left. Melody? Your mother and I are leaving.”
“Hang on dad, we’re getting ready to drop the hay down for the horses,” she yells back, quickly scrambling for her shorts. I try to slip into my jeans, and manage to get one leg in before falling over onto my ass. She starts towards the ladder to see where he is, hay sticking out of her hair and clothes. I can’t help but smile, because it’s such a funny yet sensual sight. Her freshly fucked blush creeping over her neck and cheeks gives her a healthy glow, and I feel myself getting hard again.
“What the hell are you two doing?” I hear Frank yelling from the ladder. Standing to try and do my pants up, with my back to him, I feel the heated glare on me. If looks could kill, I probably would have been dead thirty seconds ago. Finally turning around, I hang my head, ashamed at what we were caught doing.
“Get your asses down here now.” His voice is low and lacks the usual humor he speaks with. I know I’ve fucked up. I should have told her no and that it could wait until they were gone. Damn it. This isn’t going to be good.
