I watch Jenny get up to clear the table so I decide to stretch my legs and clear my head. The stare down between us had to be one of the most intense and intimate moments of my life thus far. She saw more than I have ever let anyone see. She needed to know that I could be open to her. After my hasty exit, this was my one chance to show her there was more to me. I had the potential to be better for both of us.

In the shadows of the barn light, I make out her figure walking into the barn. I’ve a pretty good idea where she’s headed. She loves to go to the wine cellar to think and be alone. She told me once that it was her favorite place. Her safe place, she called it. She could take comfort in the silence and peacefulness.

Making my way toward the barn, I give her a few extra minutes. I kick up the dirt, trying my best to be patient. I realize she needs some alone time before I barge in.

I hurt her tonight more than I ever thought I could. Her sadness gutted me. I have no choice but to make this right, even if it means us not being together. We were friends first and if that’s all I can be for her, then that’s what I’ll be. I need to fix this before it’s broken beyond repair.

I shuffle around a few more steps to help plan my best strategy. She’s always been a challenge, and her moods change faster than I can keep up with. I figure every extra minute I wait, she’ll have time to calm down. Plus, each sip of wine she takes in is a benefit for me. Maybe the alcohol will relax her.

My body comes to a halt when I realize the potential that the alcohol could make her tongue looser and heighten her verbal lashing of me. Don’t get me wrong - it’s a lashing that’s well deserved.

It’s been a good twenty minute head start and now it’s time to man up. I have to deal with whatever state Jenny is in. As I approach the large wooden door to the cellar, I hear some faint moans from within. Cocking my head to the side, I try and get a good listen. There are two options for her moans. The first is that she’s sick or the second being she’s touching herself.

I like to consider myself an expert in making women moan. The harmonious sound of a woman who’s pleasuring her body is a beautiful thing. I can tell right away a pleasure moan from a pain moan. As my ear presses in more, I can’t help the grin that lines my face. There’s no mistaking it. Jenny is playing with herself. I should turn away, but God help me her blissful sounds have me in a trance. I can only think about seeing her, watching her, joining her.

Slowly, I press open the door trying to not disturb her from her increasing sighs. I can tell she’s getting close. My cock stands at attention hearing those soft whimpers emanating from her sweet lips. My hand instinctively reaches for my cock and strokes it over my jeans. My breath hitches as she lets out a long moan, prompting me to grab hold of my raging hard on. My body rushes toward hers. I want, no need, to see her come.

Turning the corner with my hand still clutching my cock, I stop dead in my tracks. She’s a vision to me. I lean my body into the wall and press my other hand against it, hoping it will act as superglue. I need it to prevent me from racing over and devouring her. With all of the willpower my body can muster, I wait and watch. I should probably turn and leave but seeing her touch herself is too hypnotic.

My eyes scan her body as I watch her head arch back while her hips roll and grind into the stool. Her legs are spread apart while her black strapped heels are pressed into the counter’s edge. Her hands are under her dress. I close my eyes, briefly imagining what they must be doing to, what I’m sure is, the most beautiful pussy.

My hand can’t help itself as I start to rub it again, but I quickly curse myself and stop. I admit freely that I have no self-control when it comes to jerking off. I love it, but now is not the time. This is about Jenny and the incredible sight before me.

Her sighs increase as her body begins to jerk forward. Part of me knows I should turn and walk away, but I’m frozen in place. She’s captured me wholly and I need to see her come. Another one of her loud groans shakes me from my inner turmoil of staying or going. Another whimper and my mind’s made up.

I observe Jenny’s body like an overeager pupil. I want to learn and memorize what she likes, her sounds, and how she reacts to touch, wanting to know what’s real for her and what pleases her. With each groan and body movement my fascination grows as much as my hardness. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard. The ache is killing me. I need some relief. But, fuck, I want to replace her hands with mine.

Jenny’s breath increases as her hips thrust. One heel slips off the counter as she bends her knee up. Her dress rises up and with the low lighting I can barely make out her delicate hands that eagerly work her core.

That’s when I hear one of the most melodic sounds I’ve ever heard. The sound of Jenny coming and saying my name is unlike anything I’ve experienced. It hits me like a ton of bricks. She screamed my name. There’s no disguising it. She was thinking of me. She still wants me just as much as I want her. Even with the many times I’ve fucked up, there is no doubt.

Now I know that the next time she comes it will be me making her moan and thrash around.

My determination to win her takes over and I decide to open my mouth but nothing comes to mind. She’s rendered me speechless once again. I’m in so much fucking trouble.

I cross my arms against my chest to keep them from grabbing myself. My head bangs against the wall, hoping to knock some sense into it. My head is clouded in a horny haze. My words are not thoughtful.

“Wow…I mean wow…I think for the first time in my life I’m speechless,” I say. The small devilish grin I’m wearing can’t be mistaken as I throw in a wink because I’m an ass. She jumps out of her stool and there’s no mistaking her look of surprise. The wine glass shattering seems to shake her from shock to rage to embarrassment quickly. Her mouth opens to speak but shuts just as fast.

You would think I would know to keep my mouth shut but I never learn. I need to come up with something fast. “I had to come looking for you and I’m so glad I did. That was incredible Jenny.” I take a slow step toward her, trying to feel out what her next reaction will be. My hand guards my cock, painfully aware that she could attack it and not in a satisfying way. Her mouth opens and shuts several times as a light shade of red washes over her face. She’s stunning.

“Jack. What the…why…what are…are you fucking kidding me right now?” Her hand that was just under her dress reaches up and brushes her hair back. “You had no right to walk in here. Were you watching me this whole time? What the hell is wrong with you?”

She assaults me with her questions. Her red face holds steady as she tries to regain some composure. Finally, she drops her head down, clearly to avoid looking at me. Carefully, I take a step toward her. I have no idea what I’m going to say but it better be damn good.

Unfortunately, my brain is wired for sex right now and not up for this emotional bullshit.

My hand reaches out and touches her chin, hoping she will let me lift it up. I’m shocked that she is not flinching or pulling away from me. She allows me to raise her head and match my stare. Hoping this is a good sign, I open my mouth. I pray my stupidity doesn’t come out.

“Jenny, I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have come in without knocking. Watching you without you knowing was not cool. I just couldn’t help myself. You looked amazing.” She tries to move her head but I hold fast.

“I was transfixed by how you responded to your touch. I wanted so badly to be the one touching you and making you come.” Pausing to gauge her reaction, I’m grateful that she’s still listening to me so I continue.

“You have no idea how much you affect me. I know you felt it earlier and, if it’s even physically possible, I’m fucking harder.” She sucks in a small breath and I wait for her to speak.

“What are you telling me, Jack? Don’t mess around with me this time. You can’t press me against a wall again and walk away.” Her breath whimpers before it becomes steady again. She gently shakes her head. “What do you want from me?” Two small tears exit the corner of her right eye and drift slowly down her cheek. My thumb reaches out and catches them, awed by her raw beauty.

I’m overwhelmed so I regress to what I do best. Me.

“Jenny, I have no idea what to do here. This is not what I do. You know me. This is uncharted territory, but if you work with me I think we could have some fun.” I throw my best grin at her to help convey my message better. “I mean you did shout my name when you were coming.”

The sadness that was present a minute ago is being rapidly replaced. Shit. I managed to screw up as usual. “What’s wrong? Tell me please.” My eyes plead with her to fill me in on my supreme idiocy. She steps back from my touch and rolls her shoulders back in preparation for an attack.

“Fun? Is that what you’re looking for? Fun! Let’s be clear on one thing, Jack. I’m not one of your sluts that you can fuck and leave the next day. Fun? Fuck off Jack!”

I move forward to try and pull her into my arms but she pulls away. “Jenny, please, that’s not what I meant. I meant fun in a good way. I mean do I love the fact that I starred in your fantasy? Of course, but that’s not what I wanted you to know.” She cringes at my continued awkwardness and moves past me to leave.

“Wait. Please give me a chance to try and get the right words out here.” My hand reaches out to stop her from leaving but she dodges it and ends up punching me right in the chest. Damn, she’s got quite a right hook. “Shit, Jenny, for a petite little thing, you sure can pack a punch.”

“Yup. Kickboxing, jerk. Now hear this Jack Ryan. Don’t touch me. Don’t speak to me. Don’t come near me. Let me make this very clear. We will never have fun together. You got that? We are done here. So fuck you!”

I watch her walk out without trying to stop her. There’s no fighting with her when she’s like this. I grab the open bottle of wine and take a swig. “Fun? Really Jack. Couldn’t you have come up with a better word?” Yep, I’m hopeless.

My hand rubs my chest as I process what just happened. I went from being totally turned on and feeling the tenderness of her face in my hands to pissing her off and getting punched. I can’t say I blame her. My total lack of understanding women and their feelings has always been my issue.

How many times can I possibly fuck up? Apparently, plenty. It could take me days, weeks, months or years, but I will make it right. For both our sakes. I have to fix this.

I take another sip and consider my options. This will not be easy, but she’s worth the fight. This is a setback, but I’m still in this stupid ass game. The second half is coming up. If that doesn’t work, there’s always overtime.

Jenny’s got all of me. No one else has ever made me feel this way. She’s my rush and there’s no turning back now. I’m all in.