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BiHigh
By High School Sweetheart

BiHigh is copyrighted by Rebecca Stancil 2007 and may not be reposted
without permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com
See the Prologue for synopsis and story codes. For best results read
this story in sequence.

Chapter Twenty-Four


"Stephanie...Telephone!" My mom was calling me.

I was outside, helping get everything ready for the barbecue. It
wasn't going to be a big one, but it would be nice anyway. It was a
warm day too, with a big blue sky and we'd have plenty of food for the
seven of us, my family and Chrissy's, plus Mark when he showed up. Of
course Mark could eat like he was three people all by himself anyway.

"Thanks mom." I said, coming into the kitchen and getting the phone
from her. "Hello?"

"Stephy? Hey it's me." Mark's voice was soft and sweet in my ear.

"Hey." I smiled instantly.

"I gotta do some work around here today, help my dad out."

"Hmmm...I want to see you."

"I know, me too."

"When can you come over?" I asked him, frowning a little now.

"Why don't you guys come over here?"

"We're having a barbecue!" I laughed.

"After you eat." Mark laughed with me. "Just ride over, tell your
folks you're taking Chris out for a ride."

"For a ride huh?" I said softly, glancing at my mom.

"Uh-huh." Mark chuckled.

"Yeah, maybe." I bit my lip. "But we have to be back here before dark
if we take the horses."

"Leave them here for the night, get 'em tomorrow." Mark suggested. "We
can ride them back to your place."

"Hmmm...Okay, we'll see."

"You get in any trouble last night?"

"Nope." I giggled. "Everything's fine."

"Cool."

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too."

"We'll be over later, okay?"

"Okay."

"So...Bye."

"Bye, Stephy."

"Hang up." I giggled after about fifteen seconds.

"You hang up."

"You first."

"Okay."

"Mark?" I asked ten seconds later. "I know you're there."

"I'm hanging up."

"Me first!" I laughed, hanging up the phone as fast as I could.

My mom just smiled and shook her head at me.

"Are you going to go riding today?" She asked me.

"Maybe." I nodded. "I don't think Chris has ever ridden a horse
before."

"Over to Mark's?"

"Mom." I pursed my lips. "Eavesdropping isn't nice."

"I wasn't." She shrugged. "I'm just getting this chicken ready."

"Yeah." I nodded. "Mark has to do some work for his dad, so he
wondered if me and Chris would ride over."

"Ah." My mom nodded. "Well, you'll have to bring some food for him
then."

"I think they have a kitchen." I laughed. "It's even got a
refrigerator and a stove and everything, I heard."

"What difference does that make?" My mom made a face. "Up to you
anyway, he's your boyfriend."

"And you're spoiling him." I giggled. "I guess I can bring him a
little something."

"Are you going to change your clothes?"

"What's wrong with this?" I was still wearing my old jeans and that
pink sweatshirt.

"We have company coming." Mom shook her head.

"Chris likes it when I dress down." I shrugged.

"Well, his parents might not think too much of it."

"His parents?" I laughed.

"What?"

"Nothing, mom." I shook my head. "But I don't think they're gonna care
what I'm wearing."

"Why do you say that?" My mom stopped what she was doing and looked at
me.

"I met them last night, they're kind of...Weird."

"Stephanie!" Mom didn't want to hear me saying that about someone,
especially not someone who was coming to dinner in about ten minutes.

"It's true." I giggled. "You'll see."

"I guess I will." My mom decided. "But you better be on your best
behavior, understand me?"

"Mom..." I made a face. "When am I not on my best behavior?"

"We'll see." She didn't answer directly. "Grab the plates and
silverware and take them outside."

"Kay." I laughed, cause I knew I was a good girl. At least so far as
my mom and dad were concerned, I just wondered what my folks would
think of Chris' family.

I was setting the big picnic table when Chris and his family arrived
in their big old Explorer truck. My dad was coaxing the big barbecue
pit to life. We'd had a lot of barbecues over the summer, but it was
getting close to the cold weather and we wouldn't be having very many
more this year.

"They're here, Daddy."

"I see that." My dad nodded. "Old Georgie looks about the same."

"Does he?" I shrugged, having no idea what he looked like before I'd
met him yesterday.

"Hey, Billy!" Georgie was waving, walking over with his hand around
his wife's waist.

"Billy?" I said softly and giggled. Everybody called my dad Bill.

"Be good." My dad warned me with a chuckle. "Hey Georgie, long time."

"Too damn long! You got bigger!" Georgie grinned and my dad shrugged,
patting his ample belly. My dad wasn't really fat, just big.

"So did you." My dad laughed. "Married too, eh?"

"Hi Chris." I smiled at my boyfriend, ignoring our parents.

"Hi, Steph."

"Come on, help me get some stuff from the kitchen." I jerked my head
towards the house.

"Sure." He smiled and I wanted to kiss him so badly right then.

"Mark called, he can't make it..."

"Really?" Chris frowned a little.

"...But we'll go riding after we eat, go over to his place. You want
to?"

"Yeah, sure." Chris nodded. "Except uh, I don't how to ride a horse
very good."

"It's easy!" I giggled, grabbing his hand now that we were away from
my dad and I pulled him into the kitchen.

"Chris! Hi." My mom was right there, washing her hands.

"Hi, Mrs. Avery." Chris nodded and I gave his hand a squeeze, in case
he was worried about it. My mom would be okay with handholding.

"I'm going to go out and say hi to Chris' parents." My mom looked
around. "Oh, there's salad in the refrigerator, get that and the
dressing, and hmmm...Get some bowls too, the wooden ones and..."

"We got it mom." I nodded, just wanting to get her outside.

"Okay, good." My mom smiled and she was pushing her way out the screen
door, carrying a big pan full of chicken ready to be barbecued.

I watched her go and counted to five and then I reached up, surprising
Chris a little, but he shouldn't have been. I put my hand on his neck
and pulled his mouth to mine; kissing him hard and deep and he smiled,
but kissed me back just fine. It didn't last long enough for either of
us, but it was enough for the time being, barely.

"I love you." I sighed, licking my lips.

"Yeah." He was really smiling then. "I love you too."

I didn't want to let him go, but we couldn't really make out in the
kitchen either, so I busied myself getting everything out that my mom
wanted. Pointing at cupboards and telling Chris what to get while I
went through the refrigerator.

"My parents know you're my boyfriend now."

"Both of them?" Chris was getting out the wooden salad bowls.

"Yeah, I told my dad this morning." I giggled. "He thinks your gay."

"What?" Chris blushed a little.

"It's okay, he can think you're from Mars, I don't care as long as we
can go out."

"Yeah, I guess so." But Chris didn't look too sure.

"He was kinda mad actually, but I told him you're going to be a
cheerleader, so..."

"Oh, so he figures I must be a fag, huh?" Chris sighed, probably
thinking he was going to hear that a lot.

"Oh, come on, don't worry about it." I put the big salad my mom had
prepared on the counter and gave Chris a little hug, pressing my body
against his back.

"I'm not, I just..." He shrugged.

"Look, by the time my dad figures out that you're not gay, he'll like
you just fine and then you can still be my boyfriend."

"How's he gonna figure that out?" Chris almost smiled.

"I dunno." I laughed. "I guess we'll just have to tell him sometime."

"Oh God...You say so, Steph." He shook his head.

"Did you tell your dad you're going to be a cheerleader?"

"No, not yet." Chris gave me an apologetic look. "He did ask me how
you liked it though."

"How I liked..." I tilted my head. "...What? Being a cheerleader?"

"No. Uh, he wondered how you liked sex...On your back, or on your
knees?" Chris swallowed hard and really did blush then.

"He asked you that?" I felt warm myself.

"Yeah." Chris cleared his throat. "You uh, you told me to tell him...uh,
right?"

"Yeah." I sighed. "I guess so, I just didn't think...Wow." I laughed
nervously. "What um, what did you tell him?"

"Me?" Chris licked his lips. "On your back."

I stared at him for a minute and he was looking down, probably
thinking I was going to be mad, but it was pretty funny really and I
started giggling.

"What?" He looked up at me.

"Nothing, it's okay." I smiled. "Least we got our story straight now."

"I didn't bring it up with him." Chris was trying too explain. "I mean
he just sorta asked me, you know."

"What? Last night?"

"No, they were sleeping." Chris shook his head. "This morning. My mom
kinda brought it up."

"Your mom?" I stared at him.

"Well, she asked if I was still a virgin."

"Your mom asked you that?"

"Yeah." Chris laughed. "Pretty strange, huh?"

"Freaky strange." I nodded. "We better get this stuff out there. Just
don't say a word to my dad. I'm serious."

"Oh, not me!" Chris shook his head seriously. He knew better than
that.

I just hoped Chrissy's parents were as smart as he was.


end of 24

Chapter Twenty-Five


It was beautiful Indian summer day. Mid-September in upstate New York.
My mom's chicken was on the barbecue, the table was set with salads
and vegetables and plates and napkins. Dads were drinking beer and
swapping war stories, moms were drinking lemonade and talking about
shoes, and the kids were having cokes and whispering soft affections.

It was a beautiful day and it was perfect for about twelve whole
minutes.

"So, I hear Chris is going to be a cheerleader." My dad said
innocently enough, with a smile and a swig of beer.

"You heard what?" Georgie, Chris' dad, narrowed his eyes dangerously,
like he'd just spotted a snake in the grass.

"Stephanie was telling me Chris is going to be on her cheerleading
team." My dad repeated, wondering what was wrong.

Besides Chris being gay of course, but that was obvious to a man like
my dad, since Chris was going to be a cheerleader.

"I'm not sure I've heard that one, Billy." Georgie said, as if it was
a joke he didn't really want to hear.

"Uh, yeah dad." Chris swallowed hard because he knew he had to step
up. "The coach asked me if I'd uh, join the cheerleading squad."

"Well, I hope you told him no." Georgie stared at his son and the rest
of us were quiet.

"The coach is a her, dad." Chris offered quietly.

"Him, her, who gives a rat's?" Georgie frowned. "What did you say?"

"Well, I..." Chris glanced at me and I have to admit I was feeling meek.

"You what? Don't look at her." Georgie was a little hot and it was
embarrassing all of us.

"I told her yes." Chris nodded, looking at his father. "Stephanie, she
uh, she's going to help me. You know. Like we talked about, dad."

"Like we...Oh..." That actually shut Georgie up for a second.

My parents didn't have a clue of course, but I did. Chris was telling
his dad that he was signing up just so he could fuck me, on my back
the way I liked it. I took that as my cue to do something, I don't
know, sexy I guess, since Georgie's gaze had naturally shifted to me.
So I arched my spine a little, shrugged my shoulders back like I was
stretching a little, and pushed my nice full tits out just for him.

I did everything but bend over for the Neanderthal and it was a tad
humiliating. Even so, I gave him my sexiest smile anyway, but I aimed
it at Chris, just so Georgie would know for sure how happy I was with
his son. If my parents noticed, and I didn't think they did, it didn't
look completely obvious that I was posing, I hoped. But they were
looking at Georgie anyway, mostly, waiting on his decision.

"Well, I guess, uh...Cheerleading ain't a bad sport..." Georgie swallowed
the rest of his beer and he'd gotten the point.

"Oh, that's so nice Chris!" Wendy, Chris' mom, smiled at her son.
"It's about time you got involved in something at school. I was a
cheerleader myself, you know."

My mom and dad just sort of looked at each other and shrugged. The
rest of the meal went okay, everyone deciding to stick with very safe
topics like the weather, and farming, and how about those Yankees,
huh? Chris and I just sat together, largely ignoring everyone and I
was telling him how proud I felt when Chris told his dad he was going
to be a cheerleader, even though his dad had only agreed because of me...
Sort of.

I really hoped that wasn't going to get me in trouble later. Not that
I really cared what Georgie or his wife thought of me, but neither of
Chrissy's parents struck me as the sort to keep a secret for much more
than six or seven minutes, tops. That Bill Avery's beautiful and
perfect daughter Stephanie was a slut, well, that was a pretty good
secret. Much too good for Georgie and Wendy to keep, but I hoped they
would, since it was not only a lie, but also the truth.

Weird the way that works sometimes.

"Well, I'm just glad Chris finally found himself a real girlfriend."
Wendy was saying to my mom and I looked up to see the two of them
looking at me.

"Yes, well Chris is a nice boy." My mom was being polite, but she
wasn't lying either.

I couldn't tell what my mom thought of Wendy, she was kind of old
school when it came to company, meaning mom would be polite until her
lips were bleeding from smiling too much. Chrissy's mom couldn't have
made a real good impression though. I mean she looked like she'd come
looking for a singles bar, or something. She was a voluptuous woman
anyway, all round everywhere you looked, but in a sexy way. Round
hips, round ass, big round boobs. She was pretty, definitely that,
with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes like her son's.

And she was wearing these little white caprice pants, painted on, more
or less, with zippers from mid-calf to her knees and we all knew she
liked to wear an orange thong when she went to a barbecue. It was
pretty obvious. No bra, so far as I could tell, not that she needed
one, and those tits couldn't be real, in my opinion, although I hadn't
really seen a lot of boob jobs in Iroquois County. But they were too
perfectly round and firm in that little red halter top she was
wearing.

Nope, my mom wasn't very big on Wendy Wheelock, I didn't figure, but
my Daddy was. He was glancing at her every two minutes, like he had an
egg timer in his pants, which would explain the bulge in his trousers.
Not that I spent a lot of time checking to see if my dad was pitching
a tent or not, that's pretty gross, but it was hard to miss it. I
seriously doubted my mom had missed it and I guessed my dad would be
sleeping on the couch tonight. I felt kind of bad about that. It
wasn't his fault he was a boy.

Unfortunately, Georgie Wheelock was spending most of his free time
looking at me, which made me feel distinctly uncomfortable. The man
was a total pervert and I didn't know if he had a hard-on or not, as
he was a little better at hiding himself than my Daddy was, but I
suspected he did, the way Georgie kept his right hand in his pocket
like he'd lost a favorite quarter or something. And if Wendy noticed
what her husband was doing, unlike my mom, she didn't really seem to
care one way or the other.

All told, this barbecue was going just about the way I'd expected it
would, which was too bad. My mom had put a lot of hard work into
making it a nice one.

"Your dad keeps looking at me." I said quietly to Chris.

"Sorry." I looked down with a sigh.

We were sitting a little bit off, under the big oak tree that
dominated the yard behind our house. It was big and old, all scarred
up and solid. I liked that tree a lot and the grass was soft
underneath its broad canopy, not brittle like the rest of the lawn. It
had been a long hot summer.

"It's not your fault." I shrugged. "My dad's checking out your mom
anyway."

"Everybody checks out my mom." Chris laughed. "I think they just got
married cause mom was pregnant with me."

"Really?" I frowned a little.

"Yeah, I was born like two months after their wedding."

"That's kinda..." I didn't know what it was.

"I know." Chris picked up an acorn, there were a lot of them, and gave
it a little toss at nothing.

"So they've been married sixteen years though, that means something."
I offered. "Right?"

"Just means they're lazy, probably." Chris laughed.

"Yeah, maybe." I nodded. I hadn't thought of it that way.

I picked up my own acorn and we just sat there a bit, talking about
different stuff. What books we liked, and music, and that sort of
thing. Personal stuff, but not deep, or really intimate. He was my
boyfriend, but we still had a lot to learn about each other and it was
pretty fun just doing that. At least we could ignore our parents for
awhile and we smiled a lot then, and laughed too, and it was hard to
keep from curling myself up close so that Chris could put his arm
around me.

That would have been perfect.


end of 25

Chapter Twenty-Six


"...So just let her go, she'll follow me all by herself." I promised
Chris. "Carmy's a good horse, just give her some slack...There you go...
But not too much. You gotta let her know you're there too."

"Uh...O-O-Oh...Ow!" Chris was bouncing his butt off the saddle.

"You have to relax, just ride the horse, kind of move with her..." I
sort of undulated my body, in an exaggerated way, and it was hard to
keep from laughing.

"Ka-ay...My bu-utt is already so-ore..." He frowned, his head jerking as
the horse moved. Chris looked like a little boy and it was cute.

"I bet." I giggled, remembering how Mark had really fucked Chris hard
the night before.

"Slo-ow down..." Chris bounced.

"This is slow." I shook my head. "We're walking...We can do a little
trotting if you want, maybe that would be better."

"Is tha-at running?"

"No, not really, it's kind of a fast walk."

"Uh no-o thanks."

He really wasn't much for riding a horse, but all he'd ever been on
was a pony at a carnival once, I think. I'd grown up with horses, so
riding was pretty easy for me. Mark too, he had his own horse. Chris
would have to get a lot of practice in, I decided, since Mark and I
rode a lot in the spring and summer. Winter sometimes too, just to
exercise the horses. Carmy liked the snow.

I was riding Taffy and he wasn't bad, except he was wondering why we
weren't running, and he'd tug at the bit, jerk his head around and
give me one big brown eye, like what was my problem? But I think even
a canter would have tossed Chrissy off, and a gallop would have put
him on his tender butt for sure. I figured I'd give him a mile or two
before we picked it up; otherwise we'd never get to Mark's house.

I'd kind of hoped Chris could really ride, then we could have run the
horses for awhile, taken a breather by Talbot Pond, and made out for
awhile. But that didn't seem too likely. It was about six miles maybe,
or seven at the most from my place to Mark's. That's as the crow
flies, it's about twice that by road. I'd raced Mark plenty of times
from his house to mine, Mark in his truck and me riding on Carmy, who
wasn't even particularly fast, and I always won. We loved running and
she was getting anxious too, even as good and patient as she was.

"Okay, were gonna go a little faster, Chris...Ready?" I grinned over my
shoulder at Chris and he just nodded.

He was doing better though; at least he'd stopped fighting the horse
so much. It really was all about finding the rhythm and just moving
your body with it. I clucked my tongue and gave Taffy some head and he
was hoofing it at a nice easy gait. Behind me Chris tried to do the
same and Carmy knew what she was doing anyway, she just wanted to keep
up.

"Who-o-o-a..." Chris was bouncing again and this time it was harder.

"Just relax, come on...Nice and easy, keep your body loose...Don't hold
your breath..." I was telling Chris like eight different things to do or
not do and I think I was just confusing him.

Horses don't really like to trot, I don't think. They don't mind
walking, and they love to run, but trotting is more like work for a
horse. Or just teasing really. But Chris got it soon enough, he was
learning and pretty soon he could even talk and laugh without the
horseback hiccups he was suffering from.

"Ready to run?" I looked at Chris and he was smiling, like he'd
figured out a secret.

"Hey! I'm riding a horse!" He laughed.

"I see that, we're going to run them a bit, okay?" I repeated.

"Uh, okay." He nodded. "I'll try anyway."

"Good, just don't let her take off. Just follow me, if Carmy starts
getting too close, she'll turn and really try and go..."

"Uh..."

"So if that happens, just pull gently, not hard. That's the brakes,
right? Just gently and shush her kinda, she knows what that means."

"Ummm...Steph..."

I clucked my tongue and gave the reins a shake and we were off at a
canter, which isn't quite a gallop, but it's a good pace for a horse.
They could run a long ways like that and they liked it. I dropped my
head a little and lifted my butt, riding with my thighs more than
anything, but only cause I liked it that way. The saddle would come up
and give my ass a little slap, my pussy too, once I was sitting the
way I liked. I was already moist down there, riding does that to me
all by itself for some reason, and I could almost get off sometimes
with a good long run.

We hadn't gone too far like that, maybe a minute or two, with me
grinning over my shoulder every now and again to check Chris. He
seemed okay at first and this was a good spot for running anyway. It
was all tall grass and flat with wild wheat mostly. It was a field
nobody used for anything and I wasn't even sure who owned it, us or
one of the neighbors. But like I said, we hadn't gone too far before I
caught sight of Carmy chasing off to the left, running hard and Chris
was sort of clinging to her neck and yelling. She wasn't running
scared or anything, not wild, just loose and without guidance.

It was kind of funny and kind of exciting, since he could fall off
pretty easily and at a gallop that could lead to a lot of bad things.
The fall itself wasn't terrible, but the landing tended to hurt.
Getting a foot tangled in a stirrup wasn't too good either, but I'd
warned him about that stuff as best I could, and I chided myself for
wanting to run before he could walk.

"Yah! Go!" I put my heels to Taffy and it was like he'd been waiting
for that all day. I shortened up on the reins and now I did have my
ass up cause we were flying, and it was so much fun you wouldn't
believe it. I wished sometimes I was really small, cause being a
jockey had to be about the funnest thing in the world. Like being a
racecar driver, or a fighter pilot, except better than either of
those.

There wasn't anything mechanical about it, not even the reins or the
stirrups, it was just me and the horse and it was like whatever I was
thinking, Taffy was doing. The smallest pull was enough to turn well
over a thousand pounds of horse going more than forty miles an hour as
quick as I could want him to. A knee to Taffy's rubs would get him to
drift, left or right, and we were of one mind. All we could hear was
the wind and our hearts, and our blood was pumping fast, and it was an
awful lot like sex just then.

Taffy was our fastest horse too, being a quarter horse in his prime
like he was. Carmy was an English hunter, which was great for riding,
but she wouldn't outrun very many other horses. Not Taffy for sure,
and I was alongside her quick, kind of hooking the reins with my left
arm, which were loose around her neck, and then slowing us all down.
It wasn't really hard to do; I'd chased down horses plenty of times,
but never one with my boyfriend clinging to her neck.

Chris looked a little...Well, terrified.

"Are you okay?" I asked Chris when we finally came to a stop, the
horses barely breathing hard at all since the whole thing had taken
about fifteen seconds, tops, but it had seemed a lot longer to Chris I
was sure.

"I need to get down." He breathed and he was a little ashen.

"Okay." I smiled, but I didn't laugh or anything.

I slipped off Taffy and held both horses while Chris took his time
getting off Carmy, sort of falling off really, and then stretching and
rubbing his butt, and just walking around gingerly.

"The horse just kind of...Went...I tried to stop her, but I started
falling off and..." He had a lot of adrenaline.

"Yeah, that happens." I nodded. "It happens to me all the time."

I was standing close to Chris and I let the horses go, they just
wanted to pull at the grass and eat the roots anyway. They weren't
going to wander off.

"Really?" Chris looked at me and his blonde hair was all tangled up
and in his bright blue eyes.

"No." I giggled and his hopeful smile sort of evaporated, so I hugged
him and that made it better.

"I love you." I looked into his face. "Even if you can't ride a
horse."

"I...Yeah, I love you, Steph."

"Come here, down here...Let's just lay down for a minute."

"But Mark..."

"He can wait, he ain't going anyplace." I was already sitting down,
mashing long stiff weeds and grass under my butt. "Come on!" I
giggled, pulling Chris down too so we could lie on our backs side by
side..

"Hmmm....This is kind of nice." Chris grinned at me, looking around and
all we could see was a wall of weeds surrounding us, yellowish green
with a big blue sky above.

"Yeah." I bit my lip. "Nobody around for like two miles in any
direction either."

"Oh yeah?" Chris chuckled. "That's cool too."

"Really cool." I agreed. "You wanna do something?"

"What?"

"I don't know." I was playing all innocent because it was fun. "What
do you want to do?"

"Ummm..." Chris sucked his lips like he was thinking about it and I
pulled his left arm under me so I could lie close, on my left side
facing him.

"We can do whatever you want." I giggled and I was tracing a finger
around his t-shirt, over his chest.

"You're seriously sexy, you know that?" Chris turned his face to me
and his lips were soft and red.

"Am I?" I licked my own lips.

"Yeah."

"So...What are you gonna do about it, boyfriend?"

"I'm gonna fuck you, girlfriend." Chris smiled and he was getting
bolder finally, the way I wanted him to be.

"Ohhh..." I sighed happily. "Will you kiss me first?"

"Oh yeah, Steph." My boyfriend nodded and turned to his side and a
moment later Chrissy's lips found mine.

I stroked my hand along his back while Chris slipped his left hand
inside the loose sweatshirt I wore. I sighed into his warm wet mouth
when his hand cupped my bra covered breast, squeezing me gently and
then harder, massaging my ripe young tit while I sucked his tongue.

When Chris started tugging at the soft cotton cups, pulling them down
so he could find my nipples, I moaned with muffled agreement and
reached behind me, undoing the clasp so that my bra fell loose around
my breasts. I was instantly rewarded with Chrissy's fingers playing
over my nipples, first one and then the other, pinching and pulling at
my tender nubs of flesh until they were hard and thick and aching.

It was warm there in the grass, being so close to my boyfriend, being
kissed and touched like that, and so I broke our kiss long enough to
pull my sweatshirt over my head, shaking my long black hair free of
the fleece. I was sitting up and Chris went on his back again, smiling
up at me happily and he was so beautiful. His blonde hair was golden
and wild now, so unlike the way he usually kept it neat and pulled
back from his clear forehead. He was pretty, even beautiful laying
there. His cheeks high and colored with excitement, his mouth parted
slightly, and his lips swollen with a soft pout from our long kiss.

I smiled at him, knowing we didn't have as long as we wanted, but time
enough at least for this. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down my
legs, and then my panties as well, quickly and without hesitation. I
wasn't shy with Chris, not now, not ever again. He'd seen and touched
and kissed all of me and I loved him. I was naked under that afternoon
sun, being admired as Chris drank me in, and I laughed with my cherry
nipples rising and falling.

"Just stay there...Like that." I told Chris, undoing his pants slowly.
"I want to make love to you."

"Okay." He giggled at me and sucked in his flat smooth tummy, both of
us watching my fingers.

I undid his pants, pulling them down to his knees, but no further. I
was naked, but Chris didn't have to be. I pulled down his underwear
too and his cock was hard for me already, standing flat against his
belly as he lay there. I was already wet. I'd gotten excited from the
motion of riding Taffy first of all, and then our kissing, and now
this. My pussy was melting inside, like soft wax I felt greasy and
malleable. I wanted to reform my sex around Chrissy's penis and I
straddled my boyfriend eagerly, watching his face and the both of us
giggling.

"Ohhhh...yes, Stephanie..." Chris took a deep breath through his nose as I
slipped his cockhead against my slit and then inside.

"Is it...Niccccce...?" I sighed between my teeth, knowing it was and
letting myself down slowly, so that Chris' cock filled me up
completely.

"Yeah...Nice..." Chris agreed and he put his hands on my hips but I
laughed and pulled them off.

"No touching...I'm going to fuck you..." I moved slowly. "...Just me...fucking...
you..."

"I want to touch you..." Chris breathed.

"I know." I giggled. "That's...Uhmmm...What's nice about it..."

"Jesus..." Chris swallowed thickly and his hands just kind of hovered
around; he was unsure what to do with them.

"Here...Hold mine..." I held my hands down for him and Chris found them
quickly, our fingers interlocking and that was all the touching we'd
be doing, except for his cock inside my pussy.

We pushed and pulled at each other like that, using our arms for
leverage while we made love. His cock was deep inside me and I'd lift
myself just a few inches before settling back down to give him a
gentle grind of my pelvis against his. It was a nice way to do it, a
sexy way and fun, and it felt so good it was unbelievable.

I was going to cum first, I couldn't help myself. I didn't want to
help myself, I thought, a girl should cum first because if she didn't,
she might not get the chance. That made me giggle, but it was lost
when my cunt just seemed to collapse around Chrissy's cock, clasping
him tightly as my whole body shivered with pleasure. I closed my eyes,
smiling and lifting my face towards the suddenly too hot sun. I arched
my back and Chris was holding my hands tight with his, letting me
squeeze him hard while I rolled my ass wildly, fucking him almost
desperately.

It was a good cum, a nice one and while I was coming down from it,
feeling another orgasm lurking in the depths of tummy, Chris groaned
beneath me. He was bucking himself up from the crushed grass beneath
us, driving his cock inside me as best he could, and then cumming with
a rush of heat into the wet trembling confines of my womb. I felt him
indistinct, but warm and deep and I moved with the boy, sighing
happily and watching the sweet countenance of pleasure that formed his
face.

Even before he finished inside me, while his hard cock was still
leaking his sperm, I lowered my breasts to his chest, my lips to his,
and we were kissing hard. After five minutes of making love, which is
all it took for us to cum, we needed five more minutes just to kiss
and express the joy we found in being together. We wondered aloud and
together how we'd ever survived for sixteen years without each other.


end of 26

Chapter Twenty-Seven


"Hey Mr. Westin! Hey Jordy!" I waved at Mark's dad and younger
brother, Jordan.

They were loading sacks of feed corn onto the back end of a ten wheel
flatbed already piled high with them. Chris and I were riding into
their farm slowly and I was a little shy to get out of the saddle,
because my jeans were seriously stained with the remains of our recent
lovemaking. I should have thought to bring a towel or something, but I
hadn't. Riding a horse will clean a girl out quick, but that only
makes a bigger mess usually.

"Well, hey yourself, Stephanie." Mr. Westin grinned at me, standing up
straight for a moment and his boy did the same.

"Hi Stephanie." Jordan, who looked like Mark except he was two years
younger, gave me a welcome smile.

"This is Chris Wheelock." I told them. "This is Mark's dad and his
little brother, Jordan."

"Just call me Jordy." The 15 year old nodded. "Mark was telling us
about you guys."

"Hey, Mark! Stephanie's here." Mr. Westin was yelling. "Come on down
from there."

"I hear ya, pop." Mark grinned and he was in the back of the truck,
climbing up some of the 50 kilo bags to see us.

He'd been stacking those heavy bags with one of the farm hands, a man
named Rollie, but I never did know if or what that was short for. Or
even if it was his first or last name. I'd heard Rollie had been in
jail for stealing a car or something, but he seemed nice anyway. They
were big, all four of those guys, tight with ripped muscles from
working hard all day. Even Jordy looked like he could wrestle a bear
down, especially since they were all hot and sweaty, and Mark and
Rollie had taken off their shirts. It was a whole lot of nice for a
girl to look at so far as I was concerned, Chris too I think, but he
only had eyes for Mark.

"Hi Mark." I smiled at him. "Hey, Rollie, you guys been busy huh?"

"Nice to meet you, sir." Chris was still catching up with the
introductions.

"Hey Steph." Mark gave me a grin and then a smile for Chris, but just
a friendly one. "Hi Chris, Stephy giving you a good ride?"

"Heh!" Chris grinned and he knew what Mark was asking, he was learning
quick how we liked to play. "Pretty good, but my butt is a little
sore."

"That's a good sign." Mr. Westin laughed, not getting Chris' meaning
at all.

"Yes sir, I hope so." Chris almost turned pink and we were all
grinning.

"Come on inside, we'll get something to drink." Mark's dad jerked his
head towards the house. "Then we got about three more tons and we'll
be done out here."

"We'll be right in, pop." Mark promised and I waited til Mr. Westin
and Rollie were almost at the house before I got off my horse, Chris
doing the same.

"What happened to you?" Jordy laughed and Mark was hopping off the
back of the truck, slapping corn dust off his Levi's.

"Shut-up Jordy, go get some lemonade or something, why do you have to
embarrass her?" Mark lifted his hand like he was going to cuff the
boy, and Jordy just gave his big brother a look like Mark could try
it. They played like that a lot, since they were brothers, but they
were real close to each other.

"Oh, I fell off." I shrugged, making something up for Jordy. "Landed
in some marsh over there by the pond."

I looked behind me as if I could see my ass, and I knew I was pretty
wet. All Chrissy's sperm and my own orgasm, plus all the natural
juices...Ugh! It was embarrassing and it looked more like I'd peed
myself than fallen into anything.

"Looks like you had an accident." Jordy agreed and then he was walking
away quickly because Mark was coming close. "I got some pants, if you
wanna borrow some."

That wasn't as strange an offer as it sounds, really. Jordy and I were
about the same height and I'd borrowed his clothes before, even some
of his pants, and they fit so long as I wore a belt, or most usually
just tied a rope around the waist like I was a hillbilly girl. But
generally I didn't have to borrow his clothes a whole lot, just once
in awhile after a hard ride when I wanted to take a shower before
sitting down at Mrs. Westin's dinner table.

I felt at home at Mark's house almost as much as he felt at home in
mine. We really did have it good when it came to each other's
families. Maybe we were even spoiled by it, which probably made
Chrissy's folks seem even that much stranger to us.

"Fell in the pond, huh?" Mark chuckled, grabbing my hand and pulling
me behind the big stacks of feed corn, hiding us from the house.

"No." I said petulantly. "I fell in some bog."

"Fell in some Chris too, maybe?" Mark held me against his sweaty body
and he was hard as a rock.

"Ummm...I sort of sat on some Chris." I giggled and looked for our
boyfriend, smiling at Chris and jerking my head so he'd join us.

Mark kissed me then, like he meant it too, pushing his big tongue in
my mouth and sliding his hand down to my ass, squeezing that wet spot
and knowing perfectly well what it was.

"So that's why you guys took so long, huh?" Mark said after half a
minute of making me squirm happily, and then he reached for Chris,
surprising him I think.

"We didn't take that long." Chris giggled and he was touching Mark's
muscular chest, smiling at the other boy until Mark kissed him just
like he'd kissed me.

"I hope your ass isn't too sore." Mark said softly and he was giving
Chris a squeeze there too, feeling his boyfriend's butt under his big
strong hand. "Come on, we'll get something to drink."

If Mark's dad looked just like Mark, which he did, being very tall
with brown hair, brown eyes, and a killer body, Mark's mom didn't look
anything like him at all. She was small and round, a few inches
shorter than me, with wide hips and heavy breasts, long reddish hair
with some white in it, not grey, just white. She had a nice face too.
Not pretty, but nice and practical and smiling all the time. Mrs.
Westin was a farmer's wife and a good one; it was all she'd ever
wanted to be.

"Hi, Mrs. Westin!" I smiled and gave her a little wave and then
excused myself promptly for the bathroom, intending to raid Jordy's
room for a pair of shorts maybe.

Mark would be able to handle all the introductions and Chris would get
along just fine, I was sure. Mark's family was just about the nicest
and most normal people around, like they'd stepped out of a Norman
Rockwell painting or something. Mr. Westin wasn't going to give Chris
a hard time for being pretty, or not having worked a farm all his
life, or even for not playing football. Chris would be a guest in
their home and a friend of Mark's, and if my mom was old school about
stuff like that, she could have taken some lessons from Mark's
parents.

I washed myself up good in the bathroom, practically taking a shower,
really, and I wrapped a towel around my waist afterwards. I washed my
panties out and rolled them up in my jeans, not really concerned with
being naked under the towel. It was no big deal really, not for me at
Mark's house.

"Hey." Jordy was waiting for me when I opened the bathroom door.

"Hi." I grinned.

"I figured you could use some clothes." He offered me a smile.

"Yeah." I looked down at my towel with a giggle. "I guess so."

Jordy was handsome, like his brother and I could have been going out
with him just as easily as Mark, probably. He was actually a little
closer to my age, being just 9 months younger. Mark was almost 15
months older than me. The brothers were exactly two years and two days
different in age, so they usually celebrated one birthday on the one
day in between them, on March 11th, which could be either cool or
annoying, depending on their mood when you asked about it.

He had a crush on me too, Jordy did, and everyone knew it. Mark knew,
me, even his parents were aware of it, but he was okay and I always
treated him nice, without trying to lead him on or anything. I treated
him like he was my own brother and he tried to treat me like a sister,
but I knew it was hard sometimes. Jordy was a good kid though, like
Mark, very smart and responsible and his parents were raising him
right. If Jordy hadn't been Mark's brother, he would have been our
boyfriend long ago, I was positive of that.

"What really happened?" Jordy asked me and then he pulled out a pair
of trousers, like army camouflage pants and I rolled my eyes, shaking
my head no.

"What? I fell." I shrugged. "Taffy stepped in a gopher hole, or
something, sort of jerked him around."

"Heh...You never fell off a horse in your life. How about these?" Jordy
pulled out some faded blue corduroys.

"Yeah, that's cool." I nodded. "Well, first time for everything,
right?"

"Everything?" He held out the pants and he was looking at me.

I was standing in his bedroom in that pink sweatshirt, and I didn't
even have my bra on, it was in my saddle bag. An old frayed towel
wrapped around my waist, all naked and scrubbed clean and damp
underneath. Jordan was so handsome, like Mark, except different. A
little less sure of himself maybe, a tad nervous because he was in
love with me.

"Almost everything." I said softly and I was the one who couldn't look
into his eyes for too long, just because I didn't want to see the
disappointment there.

"Yeah." He nodded. "I know."

"Okay." I paused, but there wasn't anything else to say. "Thanks
Jordy." I gave him a genuine smile and I left and he was smiling too,
being brave and strong because that's how he was raised.

"No problem." He told me. "You can keep 'em if you want, they're too
tight around the waist for me."

"I'll ask your mom." I laughed. "She might be able to let them out
some."

"Nah, I never wore them much anyway." He shrugged and I went in the
bathroom to put on my new pants, sort of wishing there really was a
first time for everything.


end of 27

Chapter Twenty-Eight


Wearing cords without panties was a little strange, but I didn't mind
actually. It sort of rubbed me the right way, wearing a boy's pants
against my bare sex, and it made me feel like a bad girl, which was
always fun. I could see what Jordy meant about them being too tight
for him, as they fit my waist almost perfectly if I wore them kinda
low, although they were pretty tight in the hips and ass, but that
just made them look surprisingly good. I thought I just might be
wearing those pants a lot.

"Where is everyone?" I asked Mark's mom, coming back into the kitchen.
She was cleaning up after the little break her boys took, and I
grabbed a dish towel to help her.

"Oh, loading that corn." She had to look up a few inches to smile at
me.

"Chris too?" I tilted my head to peek out the windows above the sink.

"He insisted." Mrs. Westin nodded. "He seems like a good boy. Kinda
thin though."

"He's great, yeah." I smiled at that. "We like Chris a lot."

"Good." She was washing her dishes quick, the way she tended to do
everything. "Are those Jordy's pants?"

"Oh, uh...Yeah." I giggled self-consciously. "I had a little accident on
Taffy." We both looked at those blue corduroys. "I hope you don't
mind, I'll wash them."

"No, you keep them." Mrs. Westin nodded. "They never did fit that boy
proper, but they look good on you."

"Thank you." That woman could always make me blush, just because she
never said a wasted word. She always meant it.

"You're a pretty girl, Stephanie. Mark's a lucky boy to have you." She
was draining the water and I was putting the glasses away. "Is he
treating you right?"

"Yes ma'am." I nodded and sometimes we talked like this.

"If he doesn't, you'll let me know and I'll take a switch to his
caboose." Mrs. Westin said seriously.

"Okay." I laughed and she smiled.

"Don't think I won't either. That boy's growing but he won't ever be
that big." Mrs. Westin. "His daddy never raised his voice or his hand
with me and I won't have it out of his sons."

"He's a good man." I told Mark's mom truthfully. "He'd never hurt me."

"He's not a man yet." Mrs. Westin corrected me with a patient smile.
"And he loves you..."

"Well..."

"...You know it too." She nodded. "That's okay; he's got a big heart
anyway."

"...I love him." I said and she was probably the only one I could say
that to, only because there wasn't any hiding it from her.

"I know." Her eyes were on mine and smiling. "You're just like Mark;
you have a big heart for it too, Stephanie."

"Yeah." I nodded and that was exactly what I had.

I didn't know if my mom or dad ever thought about me getting married,
well, I'm sure they did. I mean, I don't think they really imagined me
and Mark getting married specifically, mostly because we were so
young. Probably in a few years they'd start thinking about it. I
thought about it sometimes, maybe Mark did too, but neither of us said
anything. We were both too smart for that. It was just a nice warm
thought I had sometimes, you know, thinking about what we would be
like in three or four years.

Mrs. Westin though, I think she sort of planned on it. Not that she'd
say anything out loud, but I got that feeling from her. She'd known me
a long time, the way everybody knew everybody in that county, so I
wasn't a surprise when Mark and me had started dating. If anything
she'd encouraged us, more than our other parents had anyway. She'd
gotten married when she was seventeen, so Mark's mom wouldn't have
batted an eye probably if marriage happened to come up.

Like I say though, Mark and I never talked like that. It would have
been scary, for one thing. Daydreaming about some possible future was
okay, but the reality would have frightened me to death. I had three
more years of high school, counting the one I was in, and maybe
college after that. Mark wanted to go to agricultural school, for a
couple years at least. His parents had already divided up the farm on
paper, but they'd keep it all of one piece anyway, running it like a
family business for as long as they could.

Mark's mom had explained that to me, which seemed sort of intimate,
like private family business that someone like me didn't really need
to know. But that was just more proof of how she was thinking. Mrs.
Westin wanted me to know that Mark would be able to take care of me
and that was her way of doing it. Practical as ever because she'd
grown up like Mark's dad, coming from a long line of farmers who
didn't have a lot of patience with beating around a bush.

"Now, let's get started on this pot pie, those boys are going to be
hungry." Mrs. Westin was also determined that I learned how to cook.

"Yes ma'am." I nodded seriously.

She put me to work cutting up some beef and vegetables, while she went
to work on the crust. I did know my way around a kitchen, despite all
the teasing I took from Mark. It was just that my mom was the best
cook we'd ever heard of, and Mark's mom was more than just pretty good
at it herself. Between the two of them I didn't have much choice but
to learn and that was okay. I didn't know if I'd ever be a farmer's
wife, but I imagined I'd be someone's wife, and being able to cook
would come in handy wherever I was.

"So tell me about your new friend..." Mrs. Westin was saying.

"Chris?"

"...He's Georgie Wheelock's boy, huh?"

"Yes ma'am." I agreed. "They took over his grandpa's farm."

"That Georgie, he was a bad boy growing up." Mrs. Westin clucked her
tongue. "I never figured on seeing him around here again."

"He was?"

"Oh yeah." She sighed. "I hate to say it, but I never cared for him."

Mrs. Westin was about the same age as Georgie, or a little older being
in her forties, but I'd never tried to picture the woman as a high
school girl. I more or less thought she'd always been like she was,
foolish as that sounds.

"He's sort of different." I nodded. "Chris' mom is...Well, she's not a
farmer, that's for sure."

"Heh." Mrs. Westin chuckled. "Neither is Georgie. I hear he's putting
the place up for sale."

"Really?" I stopped cutting for a moment.

"Yep." She looked at me. "Norm Knutson came around the other day,
talking to Jake about it, looking to see if we were interested."

Jake was Mark's dad. His real name was John, of course, but he was a
genuine Jake. Mark's mom was Heather and she might have looked like
one as an Irish schoolgirl with freckles and long red hair, but now
she was Mrs. Westin and I couldn't imagine anyone calling her Heather.
Even her husband just called her 'Ma' usually, like her sons did. But
I bet her called her Heather in bed and that was a romantic thought. I
liked it a lot.

"They're selling everything?" I cleared my throat and that was a
thought I didn't like.

"Far as I know." Mrs. Westin went back to her pie crust and I started
peeling some potatoes.

"But..." I frowned. "...Where are they going to live?"

"I guess wherever they came from." The woman shrugged. "Or maybe they
want to move down south for the winter." She laughed. "That Georgie
never did like the cold."

"Are you guys..." I started asking, but that was too personal and not my
place. "...I mean, have they found a buyer yet?"

"Not yet." The woman glanced at me. "You know Norm, that man wants a
big commission."

"Yeah." I said, looking down and frowning. Norm was the real estate
guy, the only one around really.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Westin was looking at me close.

"Nothing." I brushed some hair out of my eyes. "I just uh, it
surprised me is all."

"You took a little shine to that Chris out there, huh?" And she looked
at me as I glanced out the window.

I could see Chris grinning at Mark's dad about something, and he had
his shirt off now, pale compared to the others, and looking almost
skinny, but he was working hard, helping out and enjoying himself. I
was in love and I blinked hard because he hadn't said anything to me
about selling their farm or moving or anything.

"I...Like him." I looked back down, sucking my top lip.

"Hard liking two boys." Mrs. Westin was saying, but only because she
had no idea that it could be easy too.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Well, go on out there." She laughed gently. "Give those boys a reason
to show off, I'll finish up in here."

"I don't mind." I looked at her. "I can..."

"No, you'll cut your finger off now. I shouldn't have said anything."
She was taking the knife out of my hand. "Gossip never brought
anything but rain."

"Yeah, um...Okay." I wasn't going to argue, I wanted to be out there
more than anything now. Just to see Mark and Chris and be close by the
two of them.

"Go on." Mrs. Westin smiled and if she was disappointed that maybe
Mark had some competition for my big heart, she didn't show it.

But she thought Chris was moving away soon, so what did she have to
worry about?


end of 28

Chapter Twenty-Nine


"Hey guys!" I forced myself to smile, even though I didn't feel much
like it right then.

"Hey Stephy." Mark smiled down at me from the truck, his brother
Jordan right behind him, giving me a grin.

"Hi Steph." Chris grinned and he was flushed and damp with sweat.

Mark's dad and Rollie said hello as well, and they were all working
hard. The truck was pretty full and they had maybe twenty sacks left,
which wasn't very much with the five of them working. There was a big
wooden spool nearby, a few of them, of the sort that hold wire
fencing. I sat on one, shading my eyes as the sun was falling behind
the truck and I just watched those men work.

There was a lot of talking, even though they were all tired probably,
mostly about farm stuff, or Mark's dad and brother talking to Chris
about how he was adjusting to life in the country. But generally there
was just a lot of smiling from the three boys, aimed at me for the
most part. Chris especially seemed proud to show me that he could do
some real work, and it was a bit of a strain for him, I thought,
hefting fifty kilo sacks of corn about five feet off the ground and
onto the truck, but he was doing it. And I was proud of him, but a
little angry too.

I wondered why he hadn't said anything about selling his farm, and why
he'd said he loved me if he knew he was moving right away? Not just me
either, he'd gotten close to Mark too, obviously, and Mark wouldn't
have kept it a secret from me, would he? I frowned at that because I
didn't know. Mark wouldn't keep a secret to hurt me, but would he hold
one to keep me from being hurt? He'd do that, I thought, and he must
have heard something, if not from Chris, then from his parents.

Or maybe not. I was feeling confused mostly and it was hard just
sitting there and pretending everything was okay. Why did Chris have
to move anyway? He'd just gotten there! It wasn't fair, like God was
teasing us or something. Mark and I had wanted to find someone
special, like us. Someone we could share each other with and share
him, and Chris had appeared like magic. We loved him. He couldn't go,
that was so bad and I thought my heart was breaking. He could leave at
any minute for all I knew. Norm was running around trying to sell
their farm and someone would want it. The Wheelock place was good
property, everyone knew that.

It wasn't fair at all.

"Hey Mark, you oughta ask Steph if she wants to come with us to
Clearview tonight." Jordy said, looking at me more than at his
brother.

"Nah, we were there last night." Mark shook his head, and that was our
cover story of course.

"You're going to Clearview?" I asked, just cause I didn't want Mark
going anywhere and he hadn't mentioned that.

"No." Mark grinned. "Pop and ma are going, Jordy too."

"I changed my mind." Jordy said. "Maybe I'll just stick around."

"No, you ain't stickin' around." Mark stared at his brother. "Is he,
pop?"

"Nope." Mr. Westin shook his head, hoisting another sack onto the
truck with a soft grunt.

"Awww...Come on pops!" Jordy protested, grabbing the bag and dragging it
back.

"Mark and Stephanie don't need to be babysitting you all night."
Mark's dad gave me a smile. "Jordy was all excited to go til you
showed up."

"Maybe next time I can go with you guys." I promised, looking at
Jordy. "I don't think my dad wants me going back and forth two nights
in a row."

"That's a lot of Clearview for anybody." Rollie chuckled and Mr.
Westin laughed in agreement.

"I'm going to give Stephy and Chris a ride home after dinner, pop."
Mark told his dad.

"Are we staying for dinner?" Chris looked a little surprised at that.

"I can't let you go straight home after working your appetite up,
son." Mr. Westin smiled at Chris and if there was a sure way to get on
his good side it was to do a little neighborly work and expect nothing
for it. Mark's dad liked Chris just fine, I thought.

"Uh, yes sir." Chris nodded with a smile of his own.

"Sides, been too long since we had real company at the table." Mr.
Westin was looking at me and he liked me just as much as his wife did.

"Heh." I laughed at that. "I haven't been real company around here
since I was about seven years old."

"Don't believe a word of that, Chris." Mr. Westin shook his head.
"Stephanie spoils us just by showing up and smiling."

"Whooo..." I giggled and fanned myself like it was too hot suddenly.

"You flirting with my girlfriend, pop?" Mark laughed.

"I may be old son, but I ain't dead." Mr. Westin chuckled.

"Ma hears about that and you will be sleepin' out back!" Jordy teased
his dad.

"Bah..." Mr. Westin waved that remark away. "Your ma knows I ain't dead,
believe me."

"I wouldn't be askin' her about that neither." Rollie laughed and got
a nod and a grin from Mr. Westin. Rollie was pretty quiet, maybe
thirty years old and wiry strong, but pretty funny when he wanted to
be.

"That ain't what I meant." Jordy rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but ma don't have to know the rest of it." Mr. Westin shook his
head. "Last one!"

"Good." Mark nodded, stacking it with the other sacks and that truck
was pretty full now.

"Pretty good work out?" I asked Chris who was walking over, swatting
at his back with his shirt and grinning.

"Yeah, real good." He nodded. "I'm gonna be sore later. Between that
and the horse..."

"I'll walk on your back later." I promised. "I do it for Mark all the
time."

"What's that?" Mark was coming over too, followed by Jordy.

"Walk on your back." I grinned and hitched a little breath as I took
in Mark's body, all his muscles pumped up with blood.

"You can walk on mine too, Steph." Jordy grinned and Mark pushed his
little brother's forehead.

"Get out of here, go get washed up." Mark told him. "She ain't walking
on your back."

I laughed and gave Jordy an apologetic shrug, but for a 15 year old,
he had a great body himself, and I enjoyed the view while he walked
off towards the kitchen door. Mr. Westin and Rollie had already gone
inside the house to get washed up for dinner, leaving the three of us
alone outside.

"What time you gotta be home tonight?" Mark asked me.

"Midnight." I smiled and looked at Chris. "How about you?"

"Whenever." He laughed. "That's the only good thing about my parents."

"Cool." Mark grinned. "My folks'll be in Clearview til ten probably,
so we can hang out here for awhile, then go for a drive maybe."

"That'll be cool." Me and Chris were both nodding. "What about
Rollie?"

"I think he's gonna hook up with some girl named Connie something or
other, she's working out at the truck stop." Mark said and I kind of
wondered at that. "Yeah, I don't really know her either. I think she
lives in Clearview."

"That's his girlfriend, huh?" I asked and Mark nodded. "Well good for
him."

"Yeah, he's happy." Mark agreed

That was really cool because mostly Rollie just stayed at Mark's
place; he had his own room upstairs and everything, like he was part
of the family. He'd worked for Mr. Westin almost ten years and
whatever he'd done to get put in jail, I guessed he'd never done it
again. Rollie didn't say much, but he was a good guy and I liked him.
He deserved a girlfriend, especially if it got us some time alone in a
real bed.

That's what I was looking forward to...That and asking Chris why he
didn't tell me he was moving.

"Come on Chris, we'll put the horses away and wash up in the barn."
Mark jerked his head towards Taffy and Carmy, who we'd left tied near
the barn.

"Oh, can I watch?" I giggled.

"Is that all your gonna do?" Mark teased me.

"Welllll..." I pouted a little.

"She's kind of a nympho, isn't she?" Chris looked at Mark who got a
big grin suddenly.

"What?" I stared at my boyfriend.

"She's bad, yeah." Mark agreed. "You gotta watch her cause she'll jump
your bones every chance she gets."

"I do not!" I stared at my other boyfriend. "You guys are way worse..."

"I know." Chris was ignoring me. "We were out in the weeds for like
ten seconds before..."

"Oh yeah right!" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"...Steph was teaching me the touching game." Chris laughed.

"Oh yeah, she likes that!" Mark laughed and they were walking off now,
towards the horses and I watched them for a few seconds.

"You guys are mean." I frowned, hopping off that spool and following
them. "I'm really just gonna watch now."

"Promises promises." Mark chuckled over his shoulder.

The boys got the horses and put them into a couple empty stalls.
Mark's dad had a big field where he let their own horses run loose for
the most part, so it wasn't any problem boarding my two horses for a
night. The barn was a new one too, meaning it was made of cinderblock
and aluminum mostly, big and surprisingly cool, even during the summer
cause it had some serious ventilation fans near the roof, or
something. I sort of preferred old wooden barns myself, and they had a
couple of those too.

This one had good plumbing though, and a big deep-sink that a person
could almost take a bath in. I'd used it plenty of times myself,
sometimes alone, but mostly with Mark, when we could get away with it.
That was where my two boyfriends were going to wash up, if they'd get
around to it.

I leaned against the cool cement wall and watched with a wry smile as
Chris let Mark put his arms around him, pulling the blonde boy close
for a kiss, and it was obvious they'd been thinking about each other
the whole time they were working. I didn't blame them, so I didn't
mind, plus I was determined to leave them alone now...They'd see what
all that teasing would get them.

Both my boyfriends were shirtless and their bodies hard with muscle
from all that work, especially Mark's since he was big anyway, and
they were sticky with sweat and covered with dust. That didn't bother
them at all though and Chris tilted his head, sighing softly as Mark
pushed his tongue inside his boyfriend's receptive mouth. Chris had
his hands on Mark's back, and Mark had his left hand in Chrissy's long
hair, holding the boy hard against his kiss, while the other went down
to feel his ass.

It was a good kiss, a serious one, and Mark was grinding what had to
be an aching erection against Chris' pelvis while they did it. After a
minute of that Mark pushed Chrissy's mouth down to his chest,
whispering something and Chris giggled softly before taking one of
Mark's hard brown nipples between his lips. He kissed and sucked the
left and then the right, and Chris must have seriously been into
Mark's sweaty body, that manly scent that I knew Mark had after a good
workout. Chris extended his tongue and licked his way to the other
boy's right armpit, his hand sliding down to squeeze Mark's hard cock
through his jeans, and I watched a little breathlessly as Chris buried
his mouth in the damp sweaty tangle of brown hair.

"Oh...Fuck..." Mark grinned at me, but I didn't think he even knew I was
there, really. He held his arm up a little, and around the other boy's
head, feeling Chrissy's mouth and tongue on his soft skin, not
tickling Mark at all, but making him feel good. Chris was moaning too,
making muffled sounds of pleasure as he worked his face against Mark's
soft skin, his armpit rich with Mark's unique flavor.

It was turning me on something bad, watching my two boyfriends like
that, but it was over all too quickly. Anyone could walk into that
barn, most likely Jordy, and so after just a few minutes they stopped
with one last deep kiss and a lingering touch. I watched them wash
themselves at the sink, laughing and talking softly, splashing each
other a bit, and I wanted to kiss them so badly. I wanted to share it,
but I was sharing, I knew that. Watching was sharing, cause nobody
else in the world knew how much those two boys loved each other now.
Or how much they loved me, and I them.

It was my wish come true and I only hoped it would last forever.


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