Struggles of a Country boy

by Herb Blanchard

  Brad was sure no one would ever know how strong his feelings and emotions for this lovely lady were. He thought they had left him but her touches ignited the passions he had always managed to keep buried deep in his subconscious.

  The small hand was tentative at first, but when he took it and squeezed she realized he needed her and Annie slipped her left arm around Brad's waist and placed her warm, soft body against him as they walked across the parking lot to Andy's Lincoln.

  "You really like her, Brad and there's nothing wrong with that. Maybe some day you'll feel about me like you do now about Joanna."

  Brad turned to Annie and quietly studied her expression. It was a combination of; 'I'm right and you know it.', and hope.

  Andy dropped Brad and Annie in the school parking lot and left to go partying and parking with Margie who was now a new senior.

  Brad drove out of Wilmet with no verbal communication between them, just a comfortable silence. He started for Greenfield and Crotched Mountain.

  Brad drove along the narrow country road carefully taking his time. Several car loads of high spirited teenagers had caught up to them and he had pulled over to let them pass amongst invitations to go to after dance parties or a shot out of a bottle of Seagram's Seven and one offer of a whole six-pack of Millers.

  Please stop at the lake for a minute, Brad. I have to do something with this gown it isn't very comfortable to wear in the car."

  Brad pulled into the small sandy parking area at Sunset Lake next to the big wood framed ice house. He opened his door and got out to stretch and take off his suit jacket before jumping back in the Pontiac to escape the cool 2 A.M. air. In the dark he really didn't pay too much attention to what Annie was doing except he could hear the familiar rustling of her gown.

  "Ready?" Brad asked her as he slid back under the wheel and felt her come against him on the seat.

  "Yes. I want to go up on the mountain. Can we?"

  "Sure."

  Brad liked the feel of her body against him under the shared warmth of her wrap which she had draped across their shoulders. She feels softer and the cloth under my hand is so smooth.

  He drove even slower up the hill as if to drag out the joy of what they were about to see from the top of Crotched Mountain.

  He felt her body move against him as she settled herself against him and laid her head on his shoulder. Her lips brushed his cheek and he turned into her body with the moonlight flooding through the windshield to light up the whiteness of her slip and freckled skin of her bare shoulders.

  She took off her dress. She's so pretty and she has nice boobs.

  Brad tentatively leaned towards her and let his lips trace the top of her cleavage and his heart jumped when she pressed herself up against him and pulled him tighter into her body.

  "I love you, Brad, please come back to me."

  He lifted his face from her breasts.

  "What? Did you say something, Annie?"

  Her lips silenced his.

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  AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

  The author is retired and living in the Puget Sound area of Washington State. He is a Vietnam Era veteran who spent several years stationed in the Far East with several tours in Vietnam. As a young man he attended UNH intermittently and worked in the logging camps of Northern NH and Maine. After the Vietnam War he remained in the Pacific Northwest as a flight instructor, working for the US Forest Service and as a Deputy Sheriff.