When Chris walks away I can't help, but hightail it into the barn. With bated breath, I pull open the large barn door and walk to the far corner, the farthest stall. The stall that I know is empty of animals.

Empty of everything.

Just what I need. Ever since I moved here, my body has been on high-alert because every glimpse of Chris and Luke causes my lady-parts to get all wobbly and all wet. All needy.

And today is no exception.

The men I've wanted for so many years were looking me up and down and I was imagining going all the way down. On both of them.

It's all I want. It's why I concocted this entire "trip" to the farm this summer to help. The truth is, I finished college a year early; I have nowhere I need to be -- ever.

And of course, I want to pitch in and offer my services but there are other services I have been dreaming about.

And now that I'm twenty-one, I finally have the guts to go after what I truly want.

The two men who have had my heart for so long and they don't even know it.

Thankfully the barn is dark and quiet, no one comes back here. I know because I've been at this farm for one week as a farm hand, and after a few days in Chris and Luke's presence, it was pretty clear that I was going to need a private place for me to take care of myself.

I've always known Luke was incredible. The three years he was married to my mother, Kathy, I watched how thoughtful and sensitive and caring her was.

My mother was never in love with him, though, and he was never in love with her.

But Luke is the sort of man who protects anyone he comes across. And when he met my mom, she needed protection. She had just gotten out of an abusive relationship, we had nowhere to live, and he took it as his responsibility to take care of us.

Of course, at the time I was only a fourteen-year-old girl. And when they divorced I was seventeen, that's when Luke left and became a partner with Chris.

There was never a fight between my mom and Luke, never loud words exchanged, or hurtful, tearful goodbyes.

It was amicable.

Still, the day he left my house, my heart broke.

I know he was my stepfather, and the idea of being with him would be considered wrong in so many people's eyes, but my heart and my pussy feel differently.

I had always felt like Luke was the sort of man I would be with forever. He was the sort of man I wanted.

But he wasn't the only man I wanted.

Those years that my mom and Luke were married, Chris was always on deck. Holidays, summer barbecues, and whenever Mom and Luke needed to get away--we'd always come out here the farm.

I always loved to come here.

Here, I'd have a few weeks in the big farm house with the two most wonderful men I had ever known. Chris was always a little rougher than Luke, always more intimidating, but the kind of man who would go to bat for you, never let anyone treat you poorly.

So, I had seen Chris plenty of times before I came here this summer and I always thought he was the sort of man I would give myself to if given the chance. And I hope I get the chance this summer. I have never slept with anyone, but I imagine Chris taking me for the first time because I know it would be the sort of experience that I'd never forget.

He is all chiseled lines, with a hard jaw. He makes my body melt.

Like right now.

I close my eyes in the back stall. Wondering if what I want is a bad thing. But how can it be bad when it is born from such good, tender, real feelings?

But Luke was married to my mother. And Chris is his best friend. Besides, both of them are a good ten years older than me.

And yes, my mother was a cougar. I think she was a cougar before that was even a thing, but like I said, I don't judge her.

Honestly, I don't judge anyone, especially not myself. Here I am in a dark barn, the sun breaking through the slats in the wood, trails of light gathering on the dust in the air, ready to touch my most tender place.

With my back against the wall of the barn, I run my hands over my breasts. The moment Chris pulled up in his truck today I knew I was in trouble, but after a week I've learned, I can pretty much keep things under control if I'm just dealing with one of them at a time.

But then Luke showed up and suddenly both of them were talking to me, looking at me.

And my little cunt was whimpering for release.

I unbutton my shorts, let them fall to my ankles. I dip my hand below the waistband of my panties, running my finger in tight little circles over my clit. Thinking of Luke. Dreaming of Chris.

Dreaming about what I really want. A threesome with the both of them.

My panties fall to the floor as I press my fingers inside myself, pressing deep against my g-spot, unable to resist. Picturing Chris's hard cock, him and me all alone, tonight.

I touch my pussy, running my hand up and down as I imagine him taking my virginity. I'd strip down, lay across the farmhouse table, my legs wrapping around him, letting him teach me how to be his lover.

I moan as I touch myself, my legs spreading wider as my hand moves faster. Oh, it feels so good to imagine Chris licking my body up and down. I imagine Chris's hands on my waist, pounding his big cock in my pussy, the way I've seen men do in the porn I've watched.

I touch myself, giving into the fantasy. My fingers move harder and harder and harder. I know my pussy is close to exploding and I turn my body so I can brace myself against the wall, one hand grinding again my juicy cunt and my other palm spread out against the barn wall. My ass is in the air as I finger myself, imagining Chris finger fucking me.

"Yes. Yes. Oh, yes, Chris, fuck me," I moan, my thighs slick with my juice. "Fill me up." I come, hard and loud, unable to stop panting as my body washes with complete pleasure.

A noise from behind causes me to jump.

I turn, surprised because no one ever comes in the barn this time of day. Only me.

But I'm not alone.

Chris is here.

"Jenna," he says, his voice low, gruff and for a second I think he's angry.

But then I look into his eyes and see his isn't angry at all. I lower my gaze and see his cock bulging in his pants.

Maybe he wants me as badly as I want him.