Help Wanted - NSFW

It was 1994; the year Kurt Cobain died, OJ Simpson was arrested for murder, South Africa elected Nelson Mandela as president, and I was a gangly and awkward twenty-year-old just muddling through life on a hope and a prayer. That was also the summer I went to work for Ginny.

 

My parents were getting a divorce. I took a gap year to help after high school, but I couldn’t stand being at home anymore to play mediator, so I enrolled in college the next semester and left.

 

I had only been home for a few holidays since then. The summer of ‘94, I loaded my car with what little I had and scoured the classifieds for a job. I couldn’t go home. I needed to be free. With desperation eating at me, I was ready to take the first paying job I could find.

 

Farm Hand Needed: live in position for the summer. Two hundred fifty dollars per week. Help with daily activities, harvesting, maintenance, and animal care. No experience needed. Contact Virginia, 555-7351.

 

This was the perfect opportunity. Free room and board and I didn’t have to go back home. I called her and the next week I pulled up to her farmhouse, not knowing what to expect, but it wasn’t Ginny. No one would have expected Ginny.

 

As I pulled up, she came out to greet me, slipping her leather gloves off and tucking them in the back pocket of her blue jean overalls. The white tank top she wore showed off her tanned shoulders and toned arms. Salt and pepper hair snaked out from underneath an old straw hat in neat braids. I parked my old red jalopy and stepped out.

 

“You must be Ryan,” she said as she held out her now bare hand.

 

“Yes, hello. You must be Virginia,” I replied as I clasped her hand. Her hand gripped mine with unexpected strength. The chapped and calloused skin felt rough against mine; memories of past work and years etched into her small but powerful hands for all to decipher if they took the time. She wore the years well, but she also had a sad tiredness about her.

 

The crow’s feet around her eyes and the subtle wrinkles in her sun-tanned skin seemed to be a tally of the endless days of the intensive labors of rural life and farm work.

 

“Virginia is my grandmother. Please, call me Ginny,” she said as the early morning sunlight sparkled in her brown eyes above her finely freckled nose. Her hand still gripped mine as she studied me.

 

“Okay, I will,” I said as she dropped my hand and turned.

 

“Alright, grab your stuff. I want to show you where you will be staying,” she said as she waved for me to follow her. I trailed behind Ginny into the cream-colored farmhouse, a bag of my paltry belongings slung over my shoulder.

 

Silently following her, she ascended the staircase that sat in front of the main door. Once at the top, she turned to the right.

 

The room she brought me into was large. A queen-sized bed with a patchwork quilt was settled in the middle against the right-hand wall and across from it at the foot was a large wardrobe.

 

The bed was flanked by two nightstands that had small lamps on them. A framed photo sat on the table nearest the door. I picked it up and studied it for a moment.

 

It was a wedding photo. The woman wore a modest white dress with lace sleeves and a lacy brimmed hat. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulder in soft curls. The man wore a light bluish gray suit and had the bushiest mustache that would make Burt Reynolds envious. Very seventies. Was that Ginny? Maybe a cousin or sister? Ginny’s voice roused me from my thoughts.

 

“The wardrobe is cleaned out, so you can store your clothes in there. More blankets and pillows are in the closet there,” she said as she pointed to the door on the other side of the wardrobe. “You have your own bathroom up here, for privacy, across the hall.” She paused and eyed the photo I held. “Well, I will let you get settled. Dinner is whenever we finish the work; usually around six, sometimes later. Come find me in the barn when you’re ready. If you need anything, let me know.” Ginny turned and disappeared back down the stairs.

 

I stood in the room for a few moments before I opened the wardrobe and unloaded my bag of clothes into it. Curious about the closet, I pulled it open. Pillows and blankets filled the top shelf, nearly to the ceiling.

 

Hanging on the bar were men’s shirts. They ranged from tees, to flannels, and even a few crisp white button-downs. On the floor sat stacks of folded jeans and various men’s shoes.

 

Shrugging, I closed the closet and headed out to find Ginny. I found her mucking stalls in the barn; I watched her silently from just inside. The muscles in her arms flexed as she shoveled and lifted the dirty hay and manure. Beads of sweat rolled down her neck, only to disappear between her breasts. I wanted to chase those drops of sweat and find what wonders lay beneath her white tank top.

 

My cock stirred in my jeans, and I used the heel of my hand to tamp it down and readjust. Shaking my head, I pushed the fantasy from my mind. After taking a moment, I cleared my throat and walked into her line of sight.

 

“I was wondering when you’d stop lurking and join me. It’s just shit, don’t be shy,” she teased.

 

“Yes, ma’am.” Ginny stopped shoveling and leaned on the handle before she waved her hand.

 

“No. No ma’am. Christ, ma’am is for teachers and old women. Do you think I’m an old woman?”

 

“No! Not at all!” I exclaimed a little too quickly and loudly. Ginny chuckled.

 

“Good. Now grab a pitchfork, get in here and help me muck these stalls.”

 

***

 

After we had cleaned all the barn stalls, we continued with the day’s chores, refilling the hay buckets, weeding the garden, collecting eggs, putting up all the animals for the night, and feeding them.

 

Ginny made us burgers and fries for dinner once we’d finally finished all the work for the day.

 

“You want a beer?” she asked as she stared into the fridge, her arm draped over the door.  

 

“I… uh…” I stuttered, surprised by the question.

 

“Well?” she asked, a touch impatient. I wanted a beer but wasn’t sure she’d give me one once she knew my age.

 

“I… I’m only twenty.”

 

“Huh, I pegged you for a bit older.” She shrugged. “Want a beer?” she asked again.

 

“I do.”

 

“Alright,” she said before she pulled two Pabst Blue Ribbon cans from the fridge. I held my hand out for one and she pulled it away.

“Aht, under one condition.”

 

“Okay, what?”

 

“If you’re drinking, you ain’t leaving. You got that? I am responsible for you, and I won’t be having you drive drunk.”

 

“Deal,” I said as I held out my hand again. She shook it and then slapped the beer into it. I cracked it and took a sip before I made a face.

 

“Beer’s an acquired taste,” she laughed.

 

“I bet,” I said as I choked down another mouthful. She studied me and my reaction.

 

“If you don’t want it, I’ll drink it.”

 

“No, no. I will drink it,” I protested.

 

“Suit yourself,” she said before she took a bite of her burger.

 

“So, tell me, what’s a strapping young lad doing on this old failing farm instead of out there partying with friends for the summer?” I picked at and nibbled on a fry before I answered her.

 

“Trouble at home that I don’t want to get in the middle of. Most of my friends moved back home for the summer, not that I had many anyway,” I said, not meeting her gaze, almost ashamed to admit it. When I did finally meet her gaze, she had a knowing look on her face and didn’t press further.

 

“What about school? What are you going for?” I perked up at this question.

 

“Haven’t decided yet. I’m trying to get my general education classes out of the way before I decide.” Ginny smiled.

 

“I remember freshman year. I couldn’t decide either. If I hadn’t married a farmer, I’d probably still be in college. I loved everything about it.” My mind went back to the photo in my room.

 

“Is that your wedding photo in my room?” Her smile faded, and the tired sadness seeped back into her eyes as she chewed a fry. She swigged a few mouthfuls of beer before she answered, but wouldn’t meet my eyes.

 

“Yeah. We got married when I was twenty in nineteen seventy-two. His name was Gary. That was our bedroom, but I couldn’t stay in there anymore.”

 

I wasn’t sure if I should ask, but I didn’t want the conversation to die.

 

“What… what happened to him?” I asked softly.

 

“He died. Last summer, in an accident with one of the machines. Died right there in the field.” She paused and then she raised her face to look at me. “That’s why you’re here. I can’t run this farm by myself during the summer.”

 

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

 

“It’s okay. I knew you’d have questions. It’s not as fresh, but it still hurts.”

 

I didn’t know what to say to that, so we finished dinner in silence. Once the food was gone and the beers were drunk, Ginny stood up and stretched.

 

I tried not to look, but it was hard not to. As her hands lifted above her head, her breasts shifted and jiggled, stirring something within me.

 

I looked away when she looked back down at me.

 

“Let’s get the dishes cleared. I want to take a bath. If you want, I can let you know when the tub is full so you can shower. We just can’t do both at the same time in this old house.”

 

After dinner, I headed up to my room to wait for my go ahead to hop in the shower. The rhythmic flow of the water filling the bathtub downstairs lulled me into a light sleep. The book I had been reading fell on the bed next to me.

 

“Ryan?” Ginny’s voice shocked me from my nap. I flinched, flinging the paperback to the floor with a thud.

 

“Huh?!” I muttered, not quite grasping where I was, and then clarity chased the fog of sleep away. “Oh, hi Ginny,” I replied, a bit embarrassed. She stood in the doorway wearing a thin pink robe.

 

Despite the pleats in the fabric, my eyes coasted over her curves, still discernible beneath. My gaze followed the contour of her hip to her tucked waist and up to the full swell of her breasts. The thin fabric did little to hide her pert nipples. I tried not to linger there, and my gaze found her face.

 

She smiled gently before she stepped forward and bent to grab the paperback I had flung in my surprise. The neck of her robe gapped, revealing a small glimpse of supple flesh. I swallowed and shifted so my burgeoning erection wasn’t obvious before she handed me the book. I mumbled my thanks.

 

“Tub’s done filling, so you can hop in the shower whenever now. I’m going to go soak. If you need anything, just knock, okay?”

 

“O-oh, okay,” I stuttered. Ginny softly chuckled and headed back downstairs without another word. I let out a breath and tossed the worn book on the bed as I crossed to the bathroom. Once the shower was on and warming up, I peeled my sticky clothes off and stepped into the hot spray.

 

A shower had never felt so good. The soap washed away the sweat and the grime, but not my unanticipated attraction to Ginny. Her beauty took me by surprise. I was expecting someone much older than forty-two.

 

I closed my eyes and let the water cascade over my face, and I wondered what her hair might feel like against me. What might it smell like? How would her hands feel on me? Would she be gentle? How would her flesh feel under my hands?

 

I shook my head and tried to chase the fantasy away, but was unsuccessful. She was my boss and probably wasn’t into guys my age. She’d already lived almost a whole life in her short time. I tried again to chase the thoughts from my mind, but my body had other ideas.

 

My cock throbbed between my legs, begging to be touched. As my hand wrapped around it, I decided to indulge the fantasy. It couldn’t hurt, right? As I stroked myself, my thoughts wandered back to Ginny in her pink robe, and the way her body moved beneath it. How her breasts swayed when she bent over. Then I remembered the droplets of sweat from earlier and how I longed to lick them from her skin.

 

My eyes closed, I propped myself up on the shower wall with one hand as the other one worked my needy cock. I thought about the way she moved in the barn, her arms flexing, highlighting how strong she was, but she still looked soft. So soft. Her hands…

 

I was on the edge before I knew it, and I teetered there for what felt like an eternity, and then suddenly I felt like I was falling. Sparks exploded behind my eyes as my body sagged against the shower wall. It had been so long since I’d come this hard. I couldn’t help but moan and briefly hoped the shower was too loud for my cries to escape the bathroom and drift down the stairs, but it just felt too good.

 

My hand stroked me through my waves until I was too sensitive to touch. Once I was able to recover enough to stand up straight, I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around my waist before I crossed back into my room. Dressing in lounge pants and a fresh tee, I grabbed my book and padded down the stairs to go sit on the porch swing to read.

 

As I got to the base of the stairs, I heard my name from the downstairs bathroom. I followed Ginny’s voice to the door, where it sat cracked open a few inches.

 

“What’s up, Ginny?” I asked, doing my best not to look in the room.

 

“You’re not leaving, are you?” she asked as I heard the water slosh. “Because we had a deal.” I shook my head.

 

“No, no, I’m not.”

 

“Ryan, look at me and tell me you’re not.” I looked through the crack in the door at Ginny. Her salt and pepper hair was piled high on her head in the messiest bun, but damp loose strands fell from it, kissing her shoulders, leaving glimmering trails. Her toned and tanned legs were visible in the water. The bubbles had either dissipated or she didn’t use any. Her brown eyes bored into me over her slick shoulder.

 

“I’m not, I promise.” I held up my book. “Just going to get something to drink so I can sit on the porch swing and read.”

 

“Okay, good,” she said as she turned around and rubbed her arms, exposing just the barest curve of breast from the side. My cock twitched in my pajama pants. “The water’s getting cold, so I’ll be out soon. I will check in with you before I go to bed. Don’t stay up too late. We have an early start.”

 

“I won’t,” I said as I headed into the kitchen for water.

 

***

 

Ginny and I fell into an easy rhythm of work. We split the chores and ended up with a little extra time during lunch most days, where we would play cards, tell jokes and stories. As we worked together, we became more than boss and farm hand; we became good friends between laughter and work. Our hands worked to the bone all of June. Then, on the Fourth of July, something changed between us.

 

There was electricity in the air. I sat on the porch, back against a support beam, feet resting on the stairs, listening to the distant booms of fireworks from surrounding towns. Some explosions were even visible from Ginny’s porch. Her hands clutched her John Deere mug, tea bag string dangling from it. A gentle smile played across her lips.

 

She wore a black sundress with white and yellow flowers all over it and a black knit sweater. Something I’d never seen her wear. She was far more practical than sundresses after a long day in the fields and farm, but there was something different about her tonight, and it wasn’t just her peculiar choice of wardrobe.

 

A softness about her, but with an edge of something else. She sat on the other side of the steps, her back against another support beam as she faced me.

 

“You know, you remind me a lot of Gary when we were younger,” she said, staring out into the wheat field.

 

“Oh yeah? Tell me about him.” Another smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

 

“He was kind, so kind. And funny. He was passionate, driven, and such a hard worker. He loved this damn farm and loved me even more.”

 

“Gary sounds like he was quite the man.” Ginny looked up and gave me a sad smile before her gaze dropped down to her mug. I reached over and squeezed her bare knee in a gesture of comfort. She smiled again before she took another sip. We sat there in silence for a while, still listening to the thunderous celebration of freedom in the distance.

 

Ginny set her mug down on the porch next to her and ran a hand through her loose curls. Then she did something I’d never expected. She stood up and slapped my knee.

 

“Tag! You’re it!” she squealed before she ran out into the yard. It took me a moment to comprehend what she’d said. I sat in stunned silence. When it finally registered in my brain, I called after her as I stood and began to trace her path through the yard.

 

“What are you doing? Where are you going?” I called, laughter distorting my words. Still chuckling at her silliness, I entered the barn. “Ginny! Where are you?” The cattle side eyed me for interrupting their hay grazing. “Sorry, guys,” I said as I turned to leave.

 

Something brushed my right shoulder, and I turned around to find no one there. I spun back around to continue my way out, and something touched my left shoulder. Whipping around, I came face to face with Ginny. Not expecting to see her, I let out a startled yelp.

 

“Got you,” she said before she slipped her hand in mine.

 

“What’s—”

 

“Shh… just come,” she said before she led me to the back of the barn. She started up the stairs to the hayloft, and I silently followed, her hand still in mine. The hayloft door was open, and the yard light poured in and mixed with the battery-operated lantern that sat on a bale of hay near a striped saddle blanket that lay on a bed of loose hay. The colorful bursts in the distance splashed the loft in muted rainbows.

 

“What is—” Ginny’s lips briefly brushed mine, cutting my question off, and then she was gone. She kneeled on the blanket and patted the space next to her. My brain malfunctioned. I was in shock and didn’t know what to say or think. I couldn’t move. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Was I dreaming? I fantasized about kissing and touching her, but that was only in the small hours of the night, alone in my bed with my hand on my cock. Never had I thought it was even a possibility. What was in that mug?!

 

“Come sit,” she whispered, patting the blanket again. Of course, I did as she asked. I settled in next to her and we exchanged smiles. Her eyes sparkled in the soft glow of the electric lantern. There, just then. I saw it. A wildness, a hunger in her eyes.

 

“What has gotten into you?” I asked, baffled.

 

“You make me feel like I’m young again, and I love it,” she said as she put her hand on mine. I was taken aback. I’d never expected anything like this from her. She was always so reserved. She lay on her right side and her head was supported by her hand; legs crossed at the ankles. I mirrored her movement, so we faced one another.

 

“I’m glad I can make you feel that way again. Maybe it’s just what you needed,” I said cautiously, not wanting to offend.

 

“I did need it. I’ve been withdrawn for too long. It needed to resurface again. I’m glad I’ve got someone to spend time with again, even if it is just being silly,” she said, smiling.

 

“Silly, I can do,” I said. She giggled which made me laugh. I’d never seen her so giddy.

 

“I’m just sorry it took me so long to open up to someone. Ever since Gary died, I’ve stayed to myself. My soul folded in on itself and I was so sad. I tried to manage the farm on my own, only to realize I couldn’t do it all alone. I filled my time with work, so I didn’t have to feel or think. It feels good to laugh again,” she said. She gave me a look I couldn’t decipher.

 

“What?” I asked, shrugging.

 

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” she asked as she studied my face.

 

“Oh, I don’t know. Probably streaking through campus as a freshman fraternity pledge? What about you?”

 

“This,” she said as she leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes, and I kissed her back. It was a deep kiss, as if she’d swallow me whole. Her tongue swept at mine, licked, and darted around the cave of my mouth. She pulled out of the kiss and her eyes searched my face. I must have had an unsure look on my face.

 

“I can stop. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. You can say no.”

 

“No, I want to…” I said as I looked down. She dipped her head, so my gaze caught hers.

 

“Ryan, are you sure? I won’t be hurt if you say no.” The way she said my name stirred something in me.

 

“Ginny, I want to,” I said with shaky confidence. She rested her hand on my chest before she gently pushed me into a lying position. She leaned over my body and kissed me again, her hands cradling my face as she deepened the kiss. Her fingers danced down my chest to the top of my jeans to rest at my belt buckle. I sat up and put my hand on hers.

 

“Wait,” I breathed out in subtle dismay. Panic seized me and made my heart sledge against my ribs like a caged animal. What have I gotten myself into here? Ginny sat up and looked at me, puzzled.

 

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked softly.

 

“No… not exactly…” I let my voice trail off as my eyes looked anywhere but at her. Ginny’s hand lifted my face, so my eyes met hers again.

 

“Then what is it?” she asked gently. Concern plainly painting her face.

 

“I’ve just never… you know…”

 

“Oh,” she whispered. She smiled before she brushed her lips across mine. “That’s alright.”

 

Ginny slipped my tee over my head and left a trail of kisses down my torso. I leaned up on my elbows as her hands worked my belt. Her rough hands turn to silk in a moment of held breath. The years of work melting into a velvet touch.

 

My nerves frayed as her fingers brushed against my bare skin. I tensed under her hands and my breath caught in my throat. Ginny’s eyes found my face.

 

“Are you okay?” I let out a breath.

 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just… really nervous,” I shakily chuckled.

 

“No reason to be nervous here. It’s okay, Ryan. You can relax.” My name again. I loved the way it sounded in her mouth, and it sounded even sweeter when she said it hovering above my cock. I blew out another breath and willed myself to obey and relax. Her fingers slipped in the band of my boxers, and I squirmed, causing her to look up.

 

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t realize I was so ticklish.” She just giggled.

 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’re going to learn quite a bit tonight,” she teased. When she looked down to watch my cock spring free, her mouth curved into a surprised expression.

 

“Oh,” was all she said.

 

“What?” I asked, panic again bubbling in my gullet. She just cleared her throat and gave me a smirk.

 

“Well, this is unexpected.”

 

“Is… is it bad?”

 

“Oh no. It’s good. Very good.”

 

“Oh,” was all I could manage. My face burned, suddenly feeling self-conscious and completely out of my depth. Before I could dwell on it anymore, she slipped my pants and boxers to my ankles before also discarding my boots. Ginny crawled up my now naked body. I was painfully aware of how hard my cock was and the way the fabric of her dress slipped across it. “Do you want to undress me?” she asked as she sat up and slipped her sweater off.

 

“O-oh, okay,” I said, as I sat up, unsure where to start first. She turned her back to me and moved her hair to the side, exposing the small zipper of her patterned dress. My hands trembled as I pulled the slider down. The dress bloomed loosely around her shoulders, exposing her bare back. The edges of the fabric slipped down her shoulders, and she pulled her arms out. Ginny sat topless before me, the soft electric glow illuminating her. The shadows and light played across her skin, highlighting her muscular back in bas relief. She turned to look at me, the shadows shifting over her undulated like a rolling sea. All I could do was sit and look at her. She was beautiful. I must have been still and silent for too long.

 

“It’s okay to touch me,” she breathed as she turned to face me now. My gaze dropped to her breasts, round and full, with taut pink nipples. I looked back at her face, unsure. “Ryan,” she said as she took my hand. “You can touch me.” She cupped my hand around her breast and squeezed.

 

My mouth was dry. I licked my lips before I leaned in to kiss her while massaging her where she put my hand. Ginny pulled out of the kiss as she laid me back on the blanket. She kneeled while she let the dress fall onto the blanket. A lacy pair of panties surprised me. My gaze shifted to the panties.

 

“Oh,” slipped from my lips.

 

“Do you like them?” she asked, shy as a schoolgirl. My eyes must have lit up because she giggled again.

 

“I do…” I squeaked out. Another bold and completely impractical but appreciated wardrobe choice. Ginny slinked out of those too.

 

She settled in next to me, nothing between us now but the night. She was so warm against me; it made my cock ache to be touched. My hand found her breasts again as we kissed. My heart thudded against my ribs, not knowing what I should do next, so I improvised. I wrapped both arms around her, one hand sliding down her body to paw at her ass. Ginny giggled, and I stopped. Pulling out of the kiss, I gave her a confused look. Was I doing something wrong?

 

“It’s been a while since I’ve played grab ass,” she said before she grabbed a handful of my ass. I burst into laughter. We fell into a fit of giggles, my nervousness carried away on waves of mirth. When the laughter faded, we were left smiling at one another. I cradled Ginny’s head and rolled her onto her back.

 

Hovering above her, I caught her gaze. Her fingers danced up my back to curl in my hair as she pulled me down into a kiss. My body was pressed against her as her tongue slipped past my lips. Ginny’s hips rolled up and her pussy brushed against my cock, sending a jolt of warmth through my body. I moaned into her mouth at the unexpected touch. She kissed her way from my mouth to my neck as she did it again, and I shuddered and whimpered.

 

“Feel good?” she giggled as she continued to pepper kisses across my neck.

 

“So fucking good,” I breathed out.

 

“Good,” she said as she wrapped her legs around my hips. I pulled back to look at her face.

 

“Wait…” The mirth in her eyes shifted to concern.

 

“Do you want me to stop?”

 

“Yes.” Ginny’s gaze intensified at the word.

 

“I mean… no.” I sighed. “I mean, I want to, but I want to… see you.” A look of surprise crossed her face.

 

“Oh,” she whispered before her cheeks shifted to a rosy hue. “Okay.” She unhooked herself from me and let her hands fall to my shoulders. “Explore away.” The concern in her voice melted to a sultry, velvet timbre. It was my turn for my cheeks to shift to a deep shade of pink. I took another deep breath before I kissed her cheek, then her neck.

 

Blazing a path down her chest with my kisses, I left a glimmering trail of ardor in my wake until I met her breasts. I massaged them with my hands before I dipped my head to take one of her taut nipples into my mouth. Her skin was supple and yielded beneath my hands and mouth as she writhed. It was better than I ever could have imagined. I flicked and sucked at one nipple, then switched to the other, Ginny’s hands rifling through and tugging at my shaggy hair.

 

“Fuck,” she breathed. I looked up and her eyes caught mine. “It feels so good, Ryan.” The way my name floated on her quiet but desperate breath made my cock twitch. I ached to be inside her, but I wanted to give her all the attention. Kissing each breast once more, I slowly slipped down her body, still peppering kisses along my way until I settled between her legs.

 

Unsure for a moment where to start, Ginny drew her knees up and let them fall apart, giving me better access and a subtle push to get this show on the road. Her dark hair there was trimmed close to the skin, allowing me to see everything. She was beautiful. Ginny’s cunt glistened with desire, just longing to be touched. I must have hesitated for too long.

 

“Go on, it’s okay,” she urged, voice sharp with hunger. She needed me to touch her, to make her feel, so I did. My fingers sought her cleft and slipped between her lips. The sharp intake of her breath told me I was right where I needed to be. Her hips shifted, seeking more contact, so I obliged. My fingers slipped the length of her wet cleft, brushing the nub of flesh nestled at the top. “Fuck, yes,” she cried. I slid my thumb over the tender skin and her body shivered in delight. “Right there,” she breathed. “Fuck.”

 

“Oh, you mean here?” I asked, as I circled my thumb around her clit again. Ginny’s hips bucked, and she let out a long moan.

 

“Yes, oh my god,” she whispered. From just that bit of contact, her pussy oozed her liquid desire, and I was fascinated. My own need hung heavy between my legs, but I needed to taste her. I leaned down and my tongue tentatively dipped into her cleft, brushing that little point again. She tasted earthy and musky, with a hint of saltiness. Her body writhed as my tongue worked at her. “Yes, fuck, there,” her voice grew frantic and louder. Out here, no one would hear her except the livestock.

 

Following her instructions, I focused my attention on her clit. Lapping and flicking and trying everything I could to keep her making those sounds. One of her hands wound itself in my hair again, directing me where she wanted me. Her hips undulated to meet my strokes as she held me right where she wanted me.

 

“Just… just like that.” I continued my ministrations on her, and Ginny’s body began to tremble. “Ryan… Ryan…” she chanted my name like a long-forgotten prayer. Her tremors intensified as I lapped at her. “I’m… Ryan… I’m going to come… Please.” A few more strokes of my tongue across her clit sent her moaning and convulsing into bliss. Her cries drowned the roar of the distant booms celebrating freedom. We were free; here and now. This was what real freedom felt like. She writhed as splashes of faint color flashed across her face.

 

I crawled up her body to lay beside her. Watching her reach her peak and descend back down to earth was a nearly religious experience. When she gained her composure, she smiled.

 

“Was… was I good?” I asked, unsure. I thought I was, but I wanted to hear it from her.

 

“To quote someone I know, ‘so fucking good’,” she giggled. I laughed too. The eye contact was almost too intense for me in that moment, and I broke it. Ginny lifted my head to meet her gaze again, searching my face.

 

“Are you ready?” she asked. I nodded, not trusting that my voice wouldn’t come out shaky.

 

“Okay.” She sat up and leaned to the other side to pick something out from underneath the blanket. The foil packet glimmered in the dying electric lantern. “Do you want to put it on, or do you want me to?” The embarrassment of my inexperience flushed my cheeks again.

 

“I… I haven’t had a lot of experience with condoms,” was all I could say. Ginny gave me a knowing smile.

 

“Then I will put it on, okay?” I just nodded as she ripped the packet and slipped the condom out. Inspecting it, she seemed satisfied as she reached for me. “You ready?” I nodded again. “No, Ryan, I need you to say yes if you want this.”

 

“Please, yes.”

 

“Okay.” She wrapped her hand around my cock and gave it a few strokes, making the tip drip with precum.

 

“Oh, we can’t waste that,” she said before she leaned down and licked the tip of my cock, savoring me like a fine wine. Her hot tongue on my already overheated flesh felt like lightning in my veins.

 

“Ahh, fuck,” I gritted out. It felt so good.

 

“I know it feels good now, but it’s about to feel amazing,” she said as she rolled the condom on my stiff flesh. She laid back down on the blanket and pulled me down on top of her. Ginny threaded a hand between us to guide me into her pussy. She nodded, and with her help, my cock slid in. She moaned as I breached her entrance.

 

The pressure and warmth of her cunt were mind bending. I fought myself not to come right then. My eyes were screwed shut as I took a breath. If her tongue on my cock felt good, this was fucking incredible.

 

“Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

 

“Ryan. Look at me.” I did as she asked. “Eyes on me. Breathe with me,” she said, even as breathless as I was. I nodded again as I started to move. I pulled my hips back and speared her again. Fucking hell, she felt unbelievable. Every slide into her, it was like melting into her soul, feeling her surrounding me physically, but also mentally, almost psychically. Her eyes bored into me, but it was so hard to concentrate on her face.

 

As my hips pistoned, her attention waned as well. Ginny’s eyes fluttered as she panted with every thrust. Her body began to tremble again, and her cunt clenched around me. I didn’t know how much longer I’d last, but it wasn’t going to be long. Words escaped me to describe the way she enveloped me. Hot flesh on flesh. The slide of my cock inside her.

 

“I-I’m coming,” she whined, and her pussy clamped down on me so hard, I didn’t have time to brace myself for my own orgasm. It tore through me. White hot electricity rocketing up my spine to explode behind my eyes.

 

When I recovered enough, I slid off her and she nuzzled in under my arm. We laid there in silence, our chests still heaving. Suddenly, Ginny patted my chest, and I shifted my gaze down to her.

 

“So. Now what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” she asked. I laughed.

 

“This,” I said as we both burst into a fit of giggles, still naked in the dim light.

 

***

 

The rest of the summer was spent working side by side and making love as if we were long-lost lovers out of some faraway time. We knew each other’s bodies as well as we knew our own. My last day of work for her was at the end of August. I learned a lot that summer; a little about living and a little about love. We stood in front of my car as we said our goodbyes.

 

“This was a good summer,” she said.

 

“It was. I’m glad I took the job and met you. I really wish I could stay,” I said.

 

“No, honey. You need to go back to college and get your degree. You’ll always have the memories and the knowledge,” she laughed. “Maybe you can come back next summer and work.”

 

“Maybe,” I said as I looked away.

 

“Here, I figured I’d give you this. Something to remember me by,” she said as she handed me the John Deere coffee mug. I started laughing.

 

“Thanks,” I said as I laughed.

 

“I hate long goodbyes,” she said.

 

“Yeah, me too,” I agreed.

 

“I just want to thank you for all your help this summer. I’m glad you were here.”

 

“You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help,” I said. She smiled and drew me into a hug.

 

“Good luck at college this year,” she whispered in my ear, her voice thick with unshed tears.

 

“Thanks, Ginny,” I whispered back, my throat tight, too.

 

“Behave and do well,” she said as she pulled out of the hug. I smiled.

 

“I will, don’t worry,” I said as I got into my car. The car roared to life, and I rolled down the window before I put it in gear. Ginny leaned into the car to give me one last kiss before I backed out. It was a chaste kiss, a mere brushing of lips.

 

“Goodbye, Ryan,” she said with an edge of sadness in her voice and eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

 

“Goodbye, Ginny,” I said as I backed out of the yard. I saw her waving in my rearview mirror as I started down the road to my future. Sticking my hand out the window, I waved back at her as a tear slid down my cheek.

 

I often think about that summer, now over fifteen years on. We both needed something from each other, but we hadn’t known what that would be at the time. I think that summer spent with Ginny healed something in her and broke something free within me.

 

Now, every time I use that John Deere mug, I can’t help but feel her hungry touch again.