Cornfields flank both sides of my sight, and I can't see more than twenty feet in any direction. The sky's so dark at night in Blackwell, it's almost invasive.

If it weren't for the stars, I might as well be a blind man. But they are out in full force tonight. I can see all of my favorite constellations, The Big Dipper and Orion's belt.

If I weren't waiting for Lacey, I might stop and enjoy them all night.

The wind rustles the corn stalks. I think I hear Lacey's voice singing, but then again, in the pitch black of night my mind likes to wander and hallucinate.

“Jackson,” her voice giggles behind me, and it's as smooth as butter but catches at the end. I whip around to see her.

“Lacey,” I growl, and take two maddening steps towards her, closing the space between us. “You're late,” I say, my tone neither accusatory nor neutral.

I scoop her up in my arms, and she wilts at my touch. She’s wearing some black JTHS mesh shorts that say ‘TOUCHDOWN’ across her ass in gold letters. Her hair is mostly dark but hints of blonde sparkle in the starlight.

“I almost didn't come,” she says, then swallows, gazing up at me to see my reaction.

My blood pressure spikes. “Why wouldn't you?” I ask, and now my tone is biting. She runs her hand under my white t-shirt and traces the ridges of my abs. I can feel her trembling. Her fingers drop down onto my jeans, and she wiggles a strategic thumb inside.

“You know why I can’t see you.” she says. “Do you know what my daddy would do to me, and worse, what he’d do to you if he caught us together?”

“Lacey I don’t understand why you can’t just come clean to your daddy that we’ve been seeing each other this summer. It’s not that big a deal.” I reply to her, my tone terse.

“I’m going away to college in two months, and we don’t know what’s going to happen then.” she whispers, refusing to make eye contact with me now.

“So you came all this way, just to inform me that this a temporary summer fling?” I seethe.

She stays silent for a beat, I can't help but to rub my hand across her back gently, letting it drift down after a minute. Her refusal to verbally affirm me is in direct conflict with the way her hips start grinding into my hardening cock.

Still refusing to reply, she nuzzles her chin into my chest and I wrap my arms tightly around her, wondering if this will be the last time we meet like this.

“Lacey” I whisper.

“I’m sorry Jackson,” she whispers. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I think I should go.”

I step away from her, creating an arms length of space between us. She looks a little startled, her eyes wide in the darkness.

“Fine,” I growl, taking my shirt off, just for the hell of it. Just because I can.

“I’ll release you on one condition,” I say.

I let my shirt fall to the ground, then step back into her personal space, taking hold of her hips. I nibble on her ear, and growl in a scratchy tone.

“If your pussy isn’t wet right now, I’ll let you go and never contact you again. Deal?”

I reach my hand down the front of her shorts. Her jaw drops open and she purrs.

“Jackson, that's not fair.” She says. “You know what you do to me, but that doesn’t mean we should-”

“Fuck?” I interject. “I’m not going to fuck you, if that isn't what you want.”

I let my finger drift lower, past her neatly trimmed patch of hair, and onto her swollen clit. She’s already as wet as a Blackwell thunderstorm in June.

“Jackson,” she moans.

I look her dead in the eye as I grip her by the nape of the neck with my other hand.

“You came here without panties, and you expect me to believe you didn’t want to do this one more time?”

“I lied.” She whimpers. “But just one more time.”

With that, I rip her shorts off her body. Her blood is pumping so hard I can feel each beat of her heart in her clit.

She looks at me with surrender in her eyes and her face, and we both know what she wants.

I kiss her hard and maneuver her sweet body down to the grass. Her tongue battles with mine, swirling around in tandem with mine.

I hook two fingers inside her. So wet.

I don’t even wait to get her shirt off. I trail kisses down her arm, down to her stomach, and land on her pussy. Positioning my body on my stomach, I gobble her up. She massages my hair in a one-two pattern back and forth with her hands. I lap her up like she is the last antidote to the deadliest venom on Earth.

She melts underneath my ministrations. Right here, beneath the starlight, squirming every which way. Her moans start as a purr, then a whimper, and converts into a scream. I pray to God the wind is blowing the opposite way of her dad’s farm house.

She comes quick; she always comes quick with me.

When I’m done, she grabs my hair and pulls my head back up to hers, but stops me before I kiss her. She doesn’t like tasting herself on me. We haven’t gotten that far yet.

“Jackson,” she says, and there’s sadness in her voice. “I don’t want this to be the last time.”