I wasn’t ready to leave her. Something else that I find alarming in the extreme. Normally I can’t wait to get rid of company, and that’s usually after I’ve hit it. Inane conversation was never my strong suit.

Not saying women are stupid, just that I never had any real interest in one beyond a fuck before. But as we walked towards the quiet of the stream with the moonlight dancing on the water, I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather be doing at this moment.

“They’re really close huh.”

“Who those two?” I looked back in the direction of the house as I swung our hands between us. “Yeah, they’ve been tight my whole life.”

“I used to have a friend like that, back home… no not the one who slept with Troy. Jennifer.” She smiled at the memory of her friend.

“Used to?”

“Well now I’m here and she’s there and I don’t

know when we’ll see each other again, so...”

“What, planes stopped landing at Kennedy?” A hint of sadness left her when I watched her face in the moonlight.

“No, it’s just, I don’t feel like the same person anymore you know. We knew each other when my life was different.” Women are strange as fuck.

“Are you saying you lost her in the divorce?”

“No, oh heck no. She hates his guts. In fact I had to stop her from going after him and Samantha when the whole mess came to light.”

“She sounds like my kinda people. There’s no reason you can’t still talk to her.”

“I guess you’re right, it just… Even though she’s not married herself, she knew me as that person. I guess I just feel weird.”

“I don’t think you should lose your friend because this Troy person was an asshole. Why don’t you invite her here?” She acted like it was a foreign concept.

“Oh no, this town is not ready for that believe me.” She laughed and it was the first genuine laugh I’d heard from her, in fact I think it was the first time I’d heard her laugh.

“What, is there something on my face?” She brushed at her cheek as I looked down at her.

“No, you’re beautiful when you laugh, you should do it more often.”

She got shy and tried to hide from me so I walked her the rest of the way to the water’s edge. “Dammit, I forgot about the bugs.” I looked down at her bare arms.

“I’m fine, they don’t like me as much as they do grandma. I’m good for at least an hour before they even notice I’m here.”

“That’s good to know, but I’m still gonna get you some bug spray tomorrow.”

We both fell silent but I refused to revert back to my childhood days when I didn’t know what the fuck to do with a female. That awkward stage that I wouldn’t relive if you paid me to.

Instead I pulled her closer with an arm going around her shoulders until she was tucked under my arm with her short self. The silence this time wasn’t as awkward as before and I could’ve stood there the whole night with her, just talking softly under the stars.

She didn’t know it but I was trying to fit as many dates into this one day as I could. What do people usually do on dates? They get to know one another. By the time I walked her back I’d learned a little bit more about her and she me.

“So I’ll pick you up tomorrow at around eight; be ready.” I stopped just before we reached the now empty porch and turned her to face me.

Whether she was about to object because her grandmother was right inside or not I’ll never know because I didn’t give her a chance to speak.

Pulling her in close with a hand around her nape, holding her in place, I covered her lips with mine and took her under. I kissed her like I wanted to fuck her. With lots of tongue and teeth. The kind of kiss that’s usually a precursor of things to come.

By the time I lifted my head she’d wilted into me, her firm tits pressed hard into my chest and my cock once again digging into her soft tummy.

“You know I’m going to fuck you right.” She tensed up immediately, but that’s nothing more than I expected. “Something for you to think about. There’re some things you need to know about that, like the way I like to fuck, what I like in my bed. And when you’re ready I’m willing to hear about yours too.”

“Are you always this forward?” She took a step back and I could already see the walls going up. Too late! I know I’d made some progress and there was no way I was gonna let her off the hook.

“Truth? I never had to warn a woman before. It was always just a given. With you I’m taking things slow and for me that means giving you at least a week to get used to the idea.”

Her mouth fell open and I imagine for someone who’d had only one sexual partner and what I can only surmise was vanilla sex, that shit might seem foreign. She’ll learn soon enough.

“Go on inside, it’s getting late.” I watched her walk in and close the door before heading for my truck. As I drove home I was amazed to see that I felt almost as fulfilled as I’d ever been after spending the night with a woman.

If she can make me feel this shit just with conversation and a few stolen kisses alone, I can’t imagine what fucking her is going to be like. I know if I’m feeling this girly shit her ass better be feeling something too.

I took a long cold shower once I reached the guesthouse and fell into bed the way I always do, naked. I tugged on my cock a few times and gave serious thought to pumping one out, but the thought left me cold.

The next time I cum, it’s going to be deep inside her wet cunt. Thinking that way only made my dick get harder so I had to think of something else quick.

I turned my mind to my morning routine and that did the trick. I was out like a light ten minutes later, but she followed me into my dreams.

In the morning I woke up way ahead of schedule and stood staring out at the backyard with my first cup of coffee. I had another few hours before I was supposed to go get her, but I was already sick of my own company. I wanted her here.

This was going to be the longest week of my life. I had to leave the house when thoughts of what I wanted to do to her started playing out in my head. I’m sure her high society ass has never been fucked the way I’m going to fuck her.

She’s probably never had anything in her ass before, but I plan to bust that shit wide open. Speaking of which, I have to remember to pick up some condoms the next time I go into town.

I busied myself taking care of the horses, feeding and watering them before leading them out to pasture and some to the corral.

The ranch hands were already doing their thing cleaning out stalls, rewiring fencing and all the other shit that needs to be done on a daily basis around here.

I dropped in on mom around seven which is the time she and dad usually gets up these days since I was here to pick up the slack. “You’re spritely this morning.” I kissed her cheek and accepted the cup of coffee she poured me. The blush on her cheek had me regretting my observation.

As much of a sexual beast as I am, the thought of my parents who’re both in their fifties getting it on, is not something I want resting on my psyche, so I changed the subject real quick.

“So mom, have you ever met Belle, aunt Charlie’s granddaughter?”

“Of course I have, poor thing.” She had her own take on the divorce situation and wasn’t shy about sharing. “She just needs a good man to take care of her, show her what a real man should be you know.”

“Well I’m glad you said that because she’s going to be here later, in about another hour in fact.”

“What you got planned for that girl Logan? You better not play with that child after the hell she’s been through.”

I didn’t realize my mother knew how much of a dog I’d been, but the words that came out of her mouth told me she knew more than she should. She went to bat for Belle against me, her own son.

Instead of pissing me off though, I was glad that she felt that way. Makes shit easier when I move her in with me next door. It’s going to be another six months at least before my place is ready.

“I’m not gonna hurt her mom stop worrying.”

“But she’s not that type of girl Logan, she’s a good girl.”

“I know that.” I took a sip of my now lukewarm coffee. I kinda knew where she was going, and hearing that shit outside of my own head gave me a jolt. This shit’s real. Like some serious grownup shit.

It’s one thing to think that I might want to go there with her, but quite another to sit at my mama’s kitchen table talking about that shit. She put me through my paces, questioning me more than a marriage counselor. If I didn’t have to leave I had a feeling she’d have kept me there for hours grilling me.

I made my escape after she made me promise for the one hundredth time that I wasn’t going to hurt Belle. By the time I climbed into my truck I felt like she had me halfway to the altar. Sneaky ass women.

Again I felt that tightening in my gut when I made the turnoff to her place and I didn’t even have to look down at my dick to know that he was hard. He seems to have stayed that way since I first saw her ass in that parking lot.

She must’ve heard me coming because the door opened and she came out on the porch. She was too cute in her button down shirt and jeans with her feet shoved into what I knew were designer boots. All that was missing was the hat.

“Good morning beautiful!” I slammed out of the truck and went to get her. I love the way she blushes at me.

“Morning Logan.”

“You sleep good?” She nodded her head as I picked her up and lifted her down off the porch. I think she’s the tiniest woman I’ve ever held. Shit made me feel manly and shit.

I took her lips beneath mine and ate off the gloss before putting her back on her feet and leading her to the truck to lift her in. Her ass looked just as fine in these jeans as it did the day before and it was all I could do not to sneak a feel. My dick was all for it, greedy bastard.

I took her hand as soon as I got in the driver’s seat and drove her out to my place. “So what exactly is it that I’m going to be doing here?” I kissed her nose as I lifted her down.

“I’m thinking of letting you take a run at the books. It’s the only part of the job I hate.” As a producer slash director in the movie industry I’m more of a hands on guy.

There was always a bevy of assistants at my beck and call to pick up the slack so I never got used to paperwork. I positively hate the shit. “That sounds fine but I thought you wanted me to work with the animals.”

“You want to muck out stalls and mend fences?” She turned up her cute little nose and I took her hand and led her to my place. Like every other female in creation she eyeballed the place as soon as she walked in. “I’m just staying here until my place is finished. Mom and grandma did all the decorating.”

“It looks nice.” She stood in the doorway like she was afraid to come in before I took her hand again, leading her to the office. The place was a mess with papers all over the desktop. “Whoa, how long did it take you to do this? I thought you’ve only been back for a few weeks?”

“Yep, now you see why I need all the help I can get.” I showed her what I needed done and made a hasty exit. Her scent was getting to me and it didn’t take long for me to start imagining her spread out on the desk with my meat stuffed balls deep inside her pussy.