by Liam Ward
The green car was slow getting up to speed. A half-minute passed before it reached us and disappeared out of sight.
Wayne and I looked at each other and smiled. I couldn’t help but laugh — I hadn’t had that much fun in a while.
I moved towards Wayne to reignite our fire.
This time, Wayne reached his powerful arm around me and lifted me onto his lap, nestling my legs between his. I could feel his hard cock under my left asscheek like I was a princess sitting on a bowling ball, but I was old enough to be the fading monarch.
Wayne didn’t seem to mind having me on top of him though — he had resumed rubbing my pussy with one hand, and with the other, he was gently massaging my boobs. He buried his face in my cleavage like a starved animal. I kissed the top of his head and smelled his hair; it smelled like lavender. I took another deep inhale of Wayne to etch his smell into my memory. I was so lucky to have come across him. Though, to assume he’d love me forever was optimistic at best, childish more accurately.
Wayne looked up and pulled my face in for a kiss.
And then he stopped and rubbed my back. I didn’t want dinner with his parents. I wanted Wayne to pull the buggy over and take me in the alfalfa field.
Wayne focused his eyes on the road.
A buggy was approaching.
Wayne did not move me from his lap, but I was quick to take my seat beside him. I wanted to ask Wayne if he knew the people in the approaching buggy, but I didn’t.
Wayne didn’t look nervous, but I was. What if it’s his family? I hope that they didn’t see me on his lap.
As the other buggy came closer, I squinted to see its passengers: an old man with a long beard and tan hat sat next to a young girl. They looked at Wayne and me, giving me extra attention. They didn’t frown but they also didn’t appear happy.
Wayne raised his hand and waved at them. I smiled but left my hands crossed in my lap.
The man nodded at Wayne and returned his gaze to me.
The girl looked off into the distance as if she’d grown tired of eyeballing us.
This is strange.
Finally, they passed out of sight. Thank god.
“Those were my neighbors,” Wayne said. He looked at me and put a comforting hand on my leg.
“Are they friendly?” I asked him.
“Typically. I probably should’ve had my shirt on under my vest, but it is hot out. I hope they didn’t offend you. I think they were probably surprised to see a woman like yourself with me,” Wayne said and smiled.
“A woman like me?” I asked.
“A woman not wearing a dress. Not my mother. Nor my sister. There’s a beautiful woman in my buggy,” Wayne said. He was confident.
“Oh yea? Do you think that is something they’d get use to?” I asked.
A large grin appeared on his face. “They’d have to,” Wayne said and pulled me close to him. He kissed me.
“The girl didn’t seem happy,” I said. I guessed that there was likely a history between her and Wayne.
“I’m unable to help her,” Wayne said.
“Does she like you?” I asked.
Wayne considered my question. “Maybe. I’ve danced with her. It felt nothing like this. There are enough men and women in this world for everyone to be happy. No need for her to fuss over me.”
He distanced himself from me and undid his light green vest. After pulling the vest off, he let his suspender straps fall from his shoulders. His upper torso was thicker than a mature oak. He reached into the back of the buggy for his crisp, white long-sleeved shirt, which had been hung-up. When he pulled the shirt on, it framed his defined chest and abs. Wayne buttoned the shirt, tucked it in, adjusted it, and pulled his suspenders back over his shoulders. Instead of putting the green vest back on, he chose a paper grocery bag to stuff it in.
Wayne returned to his seat and looked over at me. “You like watching me get dressed?” he asked.
“I’d prefer it were undressed but dressed is a close second. Have you ever had a girl over for dinner Wayne?” I asked.
Wayne looked at me and chuckled. “Nope.”
Chapter Six - Wayne
I did my best to calm down before we got to my home’s dirt driveway. Seeing my neighbors on the road had startled me and thrown cold water on my libido, but one look at Mary was sure to start me up again, and I thought I would prefer not to have a boner when I introduced my her to my family.
Halfway up my home’s long dirt driveway, Mary pulled a mirror from her baby-blue leather purse and began fixing her hair.
She’s gorgeous, no doubt about that, and oh boy, she is busty. As I guided the buggy to my home’s front sidewalk, it was a miracle that I could pull my mind out of the gutter.
I hoped Mary wasn’t nervous to meet my folks. Everything seemed to have happened so fast. I had just met Mary, but there was certainly a connection between us and I wanted to spend more time with her. I was only 19, but I was already tired of being alone. My mind ran with fantasies about the coming days and years that I want to spend with Mary.
Slow down. Introduce her to the family, soothe mother’s worries. My father was less likely to be worried; he’d be mad if anything, but sometimes he surprised me with his progressive and lenient thinking.
The thought of my parents rejecting Mary upset me. Thank goodness I’m an adult and I’ll see who I want to see.
Roma stopped the buggy in the deeply rutted driveway near my home’s sidewalk. I helped Mary out of the buggy and I began unloading the bags of groceries. I quickly snatched up the bag that held my porn magazine — I’d keep my eye on the bag to avoid fumbling the filth.
“Do you want any help with those?” Mary asked.
“I’ve got them, thank you though,” I answered. I scooped up four fully loaded paper bags in my arms.
“Too bad,” Mary said. She pushed her body up against mine and squeezed into the buggy. She quickly picked up the remaining two bags and turned back towards the house. When I turned around, Mary was already up the sidewalk and had nearly reached the porch steps. I moved fast to catch up to her. I needed to make a proper introduction. Mary’s thick ass jiggled as she took each porch step. Her high and tight jeans made her ass look like an onion. I reached the porch steps when I heard Mary introduce herself.
“Hello, I’m Mary,” Mary said ahead of me.
“Hi. I’m sorry your car broke down,” I heard a feminine voice say from behind the porch railing. The voice belonged to my youngest sister Rebecca.
“Aww thanks. I’m lucky Wayne stopped to help me out,” Mary said.
I ascended the steps. Both Mary and my sister looked at me.
“Can you get the door Rebecca?” I asked my sister.
She put her book down and sprung up from her chair to hold open the screen door for Mary and me. Rebecca returned to her book after Mary and I entered the house.
We walked through the entryway, past hung overcoats, and into our kitchen. Mary followed me and we put our bags down onto the butcherblock countertop island. A large pot was on the cast iron woodstove and I thought I could smell its contents: chili. I lifted the lid and confirmed my suspicion.
I looked around the kitchen and poked my head into our walk-in pantry, but my mother was nowhere to be found. I would’ve figured she’d be curious about my guest and would have met us at the front door.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to Mary. I grabbed the paper bag that contained my porn and ran up the stairs to my room. I rifled through the bag and pulled out the black plastic wrapped magazine. I stuffed the smut securely under my mattress and walked back downstairs and into the kitchen.
Mary was still standing near the groceries. She stopped looking around the kitchen when she noticed my gaze on her.
“Thanks for your help with the groceries,” I said.
She gave me a sultry look and blew me a kiss that made my pants move. It amazed me how quickly Mary could go from sweet to sexy. “Not a problem. It smells really good in here,” Mary said.
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“Chili,” I said. I wanted to pick Mary up and carry her to my bedroom.
Mary pulled her phone from her pocket and attempted to turn it on, forgetting that it was dead. She looked up at me and smirked. “Where do you charge your phone?” she asked. By raising her eyebrows, Mary made it clear that she was poking fun at me for lying to her earlier.
I returned her smile and stuck my tongue out at her. “Give me that,” I said and got close to Mary to look into her eyes.
I was moving in for a kiss when my mother’s voice startled me. “I’m glad you both made it here safe,” my mother said.
Mary’s eyes were wide for a moment.
I turned to face my mother.
“Mom, this is Mary. Mary, this is my mother Christine,” I said like an awkward salesman.
Mary extended her hand to my mother — my mother tepidly shook it and feigned a smile.
“The chili smells wonderful Christine,” Mary said to my mother.
My mother looked towards the pot on the stove. “Needs to simmer a bit longer,” she said. Then she turned her gaze to me. “Can you holler for your father? I think he is in the big barn.”
“Sure,” I said. I remembered that I was holding Mary’s dead phone. I plugged Mary’s phone in and laid it on the countertop.
Contrary to what most people believe, our house does have electricity. Thanks to a large solar array on the south side of our property, we are able to power everything. We are not reliant on the power grid.
“Do you want to see some of our farm?” I asked Mary.
“Sure,” Mary answered with genuine excitement.
I lead her outside. Roma and the buggy were where I had left them. We climbed into the buggy and began moving down the driveway towards the barn.
I tried to decode my mother’s disposition. She hadn’t seemed mad, but the way she had greeted Mary could have been warmer.
“It’s really pretty around here,” Mary said.
“Thanks. Sometimes it feels kind of dreary and boring,” I said. We were surrounded by fencing. Pear trees lined the path to the big barn; the trees were not well maintained but they provided us with plenty of pears to can.
“No, it’s peaceful. Where are all the cows?” Mary asked.
“They’re in the new barn, north beyond the woods. We built the barn about three years ago, but we still call it the new barn. It can hold nearly 50 cows, but we only have 43 now,” I said.
Mary smiled and drew me close for a kiss. I didn’t know if I was smelling her perfume or shampoo, but whichever it was, it was lovely.
Roma pulled us to the big barn. Its large wooden doors were painted red, ran on rails, and were open. Roma pulled the buggy into its covered stall and waited patiently. Mary and I got out of the buggy on the same side. I walked to Roma, pet her smooth black hair, and began to remove her harness. Freed from her day’s duty, I led Roma to her stall and fed her.
With Roma housed and fed, I lead Mary around the barn as I looked for my father. We went out the barn’s small southern door and I could see that he was working in the herb garden. I lead Mary to the garden’s fence.
My father was removing weeds from the base of a basil plant with a hoe. He had his back turned to Mary and me. He was sweating through his dark blue shirt. The large herb garden required a lot of weeding.
“Hey dad,” I said. He turned around and seemed shocked by the sight of Mary. “Mom wanted me to let you know that dinner’s about done,” I said.
My father walked down the rows of basil towards the fence. He stopped and leaned on his garden hoe.
“This is Mary. Mary, this is my father Hannes,” I said.
My father nodded his head cordially. He seemed to be in a good mood. Though, I reasoned that he probably didn’t mind the sight of Mary’s boobs pressed against the garden fence.
“Mary’s car is in the shop. I gave her a ride to the shop and invited her back until they tow her car and see what’s wrong with it,” I said.
My father looked as if he wanted to poke holes in my story but resisted the urge to do so. “Okay. I’ll finish up weeding this row and then be in to clean up,” my father said.
“Can you grab a few leaves of basil for the garlic bread?” I asked.
“Good thinking,” he said. He smiled at Mary, tipped his hat, and returned to his work.
Mary and I walked back through the barn.
“Your parents are friendly. But uhh… your mom doesn’t look much older than me,” Mary said and laughed.
I tried to approximate Mary’s age, but quickly realized that I didn’t care. She was beautiful, full figured, and pleasant to be with. I grabbed her hand and turned her towards me, to pull her close and wrap my arms around her. I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed her for a while.
And then we remembered that dinner was waiting.
Mary rubbed my bicep as I led her up the yard towards my house. She stopped when we got close to my house. Thank goodness she stopped because I had begun to pitch a tent.
Chapter Seven - Mary
Wayne’s mother and father sat on opposite ends of the table while Wayne’s two sisters sat across from Wayne and me. The wooden dinner table was an unfinished hardwood, which I thought might be cherry. Wayne’s mother’s chili was delicious, but I was more focused on trying not to splash it on my white shirt.
Since we had been served dinner by Wayne’s mother, Christine, not much had been said other than a prayer. Wayne had introduced me to his sister, Brooke, who looked a lot like her younger sister, Rebecca.
The dining room’s windows were open which allowed the birds’ songs in.
Being an only child and a single woman, I am used to quiet dinners. However, this dinner was not quiet due to a lack of attendance. I could feel that my presence at the table caused tension.
Wayne did not seem to be derailed by the silence.
“How’s the garden looking dad?” Wayne asked his father.
Wayne’s father, Hannes, swallowed a bite of chili. “Herb garden looks good. Veggies need some attention. I found a few tomato worms, but other than that, everything is looking pretty good for this time of year,” Hannes said. He looked at his daughters. “Can you two get out to the garden tomorrow and weed around the peppers? They’re getting a little out of hand.”
“Yes daddy,” the sisters said in unison.
I was amazed by the length of Hannes’ beard. It was a vibrant black with a touch of grey twirled to the center of his chest. Like Wayne, Hannes was quite handsome and muscled.
“What do you do Mary?” Hannes asked me.
“I work in Traverse City for Revolution Seating. I work in accounts receivable,” I said. Wayne’s sisters stared at me.
“Never heard of them. What kind of seating do you guys make?” Hannes asked. His demeanor was warm but his speech was laconic.
“We make parts for airline seats,” I said.
“Oh,” Hannes said and returned to spooning chili from his bowl.
“Airline seats? Got plans to fly anywhere in the future?” Wayne asked me. His youthfulness struck me — I identified with the greying adults at the table and I saw him for the sexy young man he was.
“No plans,” I said. I hadn’t been on a plane since college spring break.
“I’d like to go to South America. I want to check out some ruins,” Wayne said.
Trekking around the globe with Wayne and having him love on me beneath strange skies sounded surreal.
“That would be cool,” I said. I limited my flirtation at the table.
“Have you ever been married?” Christine asked.
The question dropped like a bomb; I didn’t have to look at Wayne to know that he was uncomfortable. Hannes looked up from his bowl.
“Yes. Divorced almost five years ago,” I said. No one at the table likes that answer.
“Children?” Christine pressed. Wayne’s mother seemed skeptical. Rightfully so; I wanted her son’s manhood and I’m sure that she could sense
that.
“No,” I said.
“Are you from this area?” Christine asked.
“Yea. I grew up here, went to college in Chicago, and then moved back here,” I said.
“What year did you graduate?”
“2000.”
“Grayling High?” Christine asked.
“Yes.”
“Did you know my sister Miranda?” she asked.
I had to think for a moment. There had been a few Mirandas in my grade. Only one Mennonite Miranda though. “Yea I knew her. She was always kind to me,” I said.
“She was only a couple of grades behind me. You look young for your age,” Christine said.
That compliment stung. I wondered if Wayne would still be interested in me after this dinner.
“Thanks. How is Miranda?” I asked.
“She passed a few years ago from ovarian cancer,” Christine said. Her eyes glistened and fluttered.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.
“Thank you,” Christine said. She dabbed her eyes with her sleeve. “I think your class was probably the biggest to have ever gone through our school. The classes keep shrinking every year now. Wayne’s class was nearly half the size of mine,” Christine said.
“Half the quality too,” Wayne said.
Christine chuckled. “Now I don’t know about that Wayne. We had some troublemakers in our class. Didn’t we Hannes?” Christine said to her husband.
Hannes widened his eyes and nodded in agreement. Though he was silent, and his large form was intimidating, Wayne’s father emitted warmness like their kitchen’s woodstove. Wayne had inherited his father’s good heart.
“You remember when the Blake twins drove their tractor to school at night and put the porta-potties on the roof?” Christine said.
Hannes grabbed the point of his beard and ran it through his closed fist. “Sure. One of them splashed back onto the tractor and all over the boys. They must have caught an ass-whoopin from their father when they brought the tractor home,” Hannes said. Wayne’s sisters found their father’s profanity amusing.
Wayne dished himself out another bowl of chili. His father had pushed away from the table and crossed his arms — he sat low in the wooden chair, eyelids heavy, perhaps considering a nap. Wayne’s sisters appeared to be done eating. I still had most of my first bowl remaining. I had been too nervous to eat. I already had a lot of emotion invested in my new relationship with Wayne.