Down on the Farm Ch. 02

The diner Gina had picked out was really good. It was typical country fare, and I scarfed down on chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes and green beans, and the diner had some really good iced tea, which I really needed after working – and working a lot after working on the house! – on a hot day. Gina ordered the same thing I did, and the woman had a healthy appetite. Neither of us was really interested in dessert, even though the diner had some good-looking apple pie on display, so we headed back to the car.

We had taken Gina's car, because my truck still had some building materials in the bed, and instead of turning right, back to my place, she pulled out to the left. "Got to stop over at my mom's house for a sec," was all that she said. I didn't know if I was ready for a meet-the-family moment, but that didn't happen. About three minutes down the road, she pulled into a kind of long gravel driveway, and pulled up to a sort of ramshackle white house. The place looked about as clean as it could, but the house had definitely seen better days. "C'mon in, my mom's not home. I just need to grab a couple of things, is all."

Inside, the place was still clean, but worn. There was some old wallpaper, peeling at the edges. The carpets had been vacuumed, but were still pushing threadbare, with obvious footpaths worn in them. The kitchen – we had entered through a door straight into the kitchen – looked functional enough, but obviously dated from the sixties, and the appliances didn't match, as though the refrigerator had been bought when the old one died, but the stove was still original.

Gina's bedroom was small, and dark. The bed was made, though the bedspread was clearly an old one. The dresser was a 1940s style, with a laminated finish, chipped a bit on the edges. My girlfriend for the night might have been thinking she'd be a girlfriend for two nights, because she grabbed a pair of jeans and another pair of Daisy Dukes, plus two tank tops and two cute cotton thongs. I definitely liked her choice of underwear! Then, she reached in and grabbed a pair of bib overalls; I guess she figured that she'd get dirty working with me the next couple of days. Then she left a note on the kitchen table, telling her mother she'd be out for a couple of days. I guess that settled that!

Back to the car, and without even asking, she took us not back to my place, but to the grocery store. "I need toothpaste and deod and stuff."

"Well, I might as well grab some food for breakfast for tomorrow," I added, knowing that I didn't have much in the pantry at the moment. Gina hadn't picked up much, and I just put it in with my groceries. We were just chatting as the cashier rang us up, when it struck me just how completely normal this was. I'd been divorced for four years now, and living alone, but Gina and I were shopping just like we'd been together forever.

We got back to my place, and put up the stuff. Gina seemed amused that I had my appliances in the garage, but heck, she knew that my kitchen had been torn apart. She then put her stuff in the bathroom and the bedroom, finding places for things like she'd been there for years. Then it occurred to me: I'd never asked her to move in, and she'd not said the first thing about it, but she was just there, behaving like it was our place, and not just mine. I was musing over that, when she came up, put her arms over my shoulders – we're about the same height – locked her hands behind my neck and said, "C'mere, you," as she pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. We'd made love – check that: we had just plain fucked – just a few hours before, and if I hadn't really been thinking about it, I was still physically ready, and it seemed that Gina was, too. I guess that we had been making out for a minute, couldn't have been much loner, when she simply took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

I was really liking this! My ex liked sex with me well enough, or at least I thought she did, but I could count the number of times she initiated it on one hand, and still have a couple of fingers left. This would be our second time, and Gina had started both of them.

Not that there was much room left in my head for philosophical or practical thought. My girlfriend for the night really wasn't the coy or shy type; she started pulling off her clothes pretty quickly, and since she didn't have that much on in the first place, it didn't take long. Outer shirt, wife beater, cutoffs and that cute thong were in a pile on the floor in fifteen seconds, no ceremony, no strip tease, just pull off her clothes and get it on, that was what Gina seemed to like.

And I liked it, too! She laid down in the middle of the bed and just plain ordered, "Eat me." Of course, I obliged. I started kissing my way up her legs, but she wasn't willing to wait, sitting up, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me right up and forcing my face down where she wanted it.

Oh, yeah, she'd been ready for this, already soaking wet as I parted her pubes with my tongue and went to town. This was a perfect match, because I love eating pussy, and Gina sure seemed to love getting eaten. I tried to start out gentle, but that wasn't her plan at all, putting her hands back on my head and pulling me in harder. She started coming and coming, really quickly, wrapping her legs around me, pulling me in as tightly as she could.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she yelled, grinding herself against my face, coating me with her juices, tensing and releasing her body several times. Finally, she pushed my head away from her, I guess to recover for a few seconds, and then looked down at my cock. At first I thought that she was going to return the favor, but no, seeing that I was already hard enough, she reached down, grabbed my cock and pulled me up and into her. No romance, no dilly-dallying around, just get it in her, now.

And I wasn't going to dilly-dally either. Having already cum a few hours ago, I knew that I'd be able to last throughout whatever she wanted, and after a few easier strokes, to get us lined up and in sync, I picked up the pace and it wasn't long before I was just plain pounding into her. Gina wrapped her legs around me again, and was pulling me into her, as hard as I was giving it to her. Her arms were around me, and she was digging her fingernails into my back. "Harder, harder, harder!" she screamed at me, "Fuck me harder!"

I quit worrying about perhaps hurting her, and was just fucking like a machine, as hard as I could. My arms were stiff, holding myself up for leverage, as I slammed into Gina. Sweat was pouring off my forehead, and my chest and back and arms were glistening with perspiration. I wasn't the only one: I could see the sweat beading up on Gina as well, as she was putting as much into fucking me as I was into fucking her. Her orgasms came hard, and they came quickly, one after another. I'm not sure if I was doing that great a job – though I thought I was – or if it was just that she was completely ready, so amazingly horny, that she'd have been coming like this anyway.

That was when she just plain rolled me over. She didn't say anything, didn't tell me to switch around, she just rolled us both over, putting her on top. I slipped out during this, but as soon as she had me on my back, Gina reached down and guided me back inside of her, and started slamming back down on me, hard. I wasn't fucking her, I was getting fucked by her. There wasn't a lot I could do in this position, so I just stiffened my body up, giving her something hard to slam into, and she did. Gina started screaming, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" again, and that was when I started to feel my own nut boiling up inside me, and once it started, there just wasn't any holding back. My hands, which had been playing with her chest, reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her down on me even harder, and then I had my own release, deep inside her, holding her down against me tightly through my orgasm.

Finally, as my orgasm subsided and I released my grip on Gina's hips, she released the tension in her arms, and just fell against me, kissing me hard for a minute or so, until just plain fatigue overtook us. We were as sweaty as if we'd run a marathon, when she finally rolled off me, to one side, just looking at me. We weren't talking, we weren't kissing, we were just resting, getting over the exertion.

And then she smiled at me. Gina hadn't been smiling during sex, she was just plain working, working hard, and the look on her face had been one of determination and effort.

Oh, good Lord, this was different. All of a sudden, the hard-nosed Gina was gone, and there was a look of sweetness, of tenderness on her face. It was like a complete change of personality from the all-business woman I had known up until this moment. I leaned up and over a bit, just to give her a tender kiss, and it was all I could do to not say 'I love you' right then and there.

The light was glaring in my eyes; we hadn't shut off the overhead while we were screwing, no time for that. Now, I reached up, and was just barely able to hit the switch on the wall without getting out of bed.

"Do you have a softer table lamp?" she asked me. "It's too dark, and I want to see you, I want to watch your eyes while we fall asleep."

"Not a problem," I said, turning on the table lamp, and putting my t-shirt over the shade, to dim the light some more.

"That's just perfect," she whispered, so softly I could barely hear her, as I laid back down in bed beside her. She pulled over for another soft kiss, so unlike anything we'd done before.





The next thing I knew, the sun was coming in through the bedroom windows. It was summer, so the sun rose early, and my bedroom window faced the east. Gina was still asleep, still on her side, still facing me, with the slightest of smiles on her face. I don't know how well she has slept, but I had slept wonderfully, best I had in years. I couldn't remember any of my dreams, but if I had any, they must have been good ones, because I was refreshed, happy, and ready for the day.

I had to pee, of course, as anyone will when he first wakes up, but the last thing I wanted to do was get out of bed, to leave my girlfriend for the night alone. I laid there a few minutes longer, when I saw her eyes start to flutter open. "Hi, there, sweetie," she just barely whispered to me, a slight smile, just enough to let me know that she was happy, on her face. I reached over, and gave her a quick, soft, closed-mouth kiss, 'cause I knew that I had a bad case of morning breath, before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

This is an old house, like I told you before, and the layout wasn't really the best. The bathroom wasn't next to the bedroom, but through the den and through the living room. I think that the place might have been built without a bathroom, and that the current bathroom was an addition. I went in, took a monster piss, and then started to brush my teeth.

"Can I come in?" I heard Gina say outside the door, so I walked over, still brushing my teeth, and she said, "I'll be done in a sec," as I let her in and walked out into the living room, still brushing my teeth.

"OK, you can come back in," I heard her say, and there she was, as naked as I was, at the sink, brushing her own teeth. I snuck in an "Mmmph," as we shared a quick, toothpasty kiss, before we both finished.

Holy cow, this was so normal. In a way, it worried me, because here it was, my first morning waking up with Gina, and I realized, I was acting like we were long-time husband-and-wife around her. There hadn't been any real courtship, none at all. I mean, there'd been the first meeting in the river, if 'meeting' is the right word when we were two strangers skinny dipping, but it was hardly a date. The next time, she just showed up, and we wound up tiling the kitchen floor together; that sure wasn't a date. Hard sex, then dinner at a cheap diner, and she's grabbing clothes from her house and putting them in my bedroom. Not the first word was said about her moving in, no sweet-and-tender moments, other than just before we fell asleep last night, and pow! I'm behaving around her just like I did around my wife, at least before everything fell apart.

After we finished brushing our teeth, we both walked into the kitchen, to grab a bite. I put on a small pot of coffee, enough for two cups each, and Gina simply reached up into the cabinets, like she had been here forever, and got us down two cups.

"The night's over," I said. "You gonna be my girlfriend for the day today?"

"Yup," she smiled at me, "I think I am. Coffee on the porch?" We were both still naked, but Gina already knew that I liked being naked outside, and she opened the French doors to the porch on the west side of the house. I already had a couple of chairs and a small table out there, so everything was ready to go. We could have been seen from the road, if someone drove past slowly and tried to look through the trees and bushes, but it really wasn't very likely. I didn't care, and it didn't seem like my girlfriend for the day minded either.

It was pleasant outside, a summer morning where it was just warm enough to be outside undressed, before the real heat of the day hit us. Since the porch faced the west, the sun wasn't in our eyes, but was shining on the fields and the trees by the riverbank.

"You have anything planned for today?" I asked her.

"Nothing in particular I have to do. Why? You have an agenda?"

"Well, I want to wait until tomorrow to grout the kitchen floor, to give the thinset time to cure. Of course, there's always plenty to do around this place, to get it in shape, but I'm in no rush; we can do anything you want, or just laze away the day."

"Let me think about it," she said, and then went back to sipping her coffee.

I was wondering what was on her mind, but sure couldn't read it! Still, she had to know, just as well as I did, that she was, we both were, behaving as though we were living together, instead of it being our first morning. She had started the "girlfriend for an hour" and "girlfriend for the night" bits, which sure sound temporary, but our behavior around each other looked long-term. If anyone could see us, they'd probably think we'd been together for years rather than less-than-a-day.

Finally, she asked, "Have we got anything for breakfast here?" I noticed: she said 'we,' not 'you.'

"Not much. The range isn't connected, and cooking means using the charcoal grill. I have a toaster and a microwave in the garage, and a small pantry in there. Occasionally I'll grill up something, but I've mostly been eating sandwiches and stuff."

"OK, well, let's go see." Then she got up, and staying in the grass rather than the gravel, she walked over to the garage, still beautifully naked. I was really liking this woman.

I got up to follow her, and then I saw it: as she moved out of the shadow of the house, the full sunlight lit up her back. Obviously, I already knew how her body looked, and felt, but this was different, as I could see the light play on her muscles. She wasn't a gym rat by any means, and if her waist wasn't teen-aged small anymore, it looked good and firm. Her butt was fantastic, trim and firm, and she was still able to wear teen-aged girls Daisy Dukes, though she wasn't wearing them now! Her shoulders were slightly broader than I'd expect on a woman, but she still looked completely feminine.

The garage had a man-door, as well as the two overhead doors. We went in that one, and then I walked over and raised the two overhead doors for ventilation. There wasn't much for us, really just some toast and butter, but it was enough. We were able to chow down – and Gina could put away some food! – sitting at my small kitchen-table-in-the-garage, just gabbing about nothing.

I had like a million questions, but no flaming idea how to bring up any of them. She'd already told me that she'd been through some loser boyfriends – a whole string of them, I'd guessed – and that she'd been responsible about birth control, so I assumed that she didn't have any kids. I had looked, and didn't see any pregnancy stretch marks on her belly. But what I really wanted to know was where this was going. We barely knew each other, and if it seemed promising, we were already acting like . . . .

Oh, my God, it finally hit me. We had been acting like a long-time couple around each other, which I had thought was both interesting and strange, when I realized it: I was happy, happy in a way I hadn't been for years and years. I had been acting this way because that was the way I wanted life to be, this was the way life was meant to be. Men are incomplete without women, and women are incomplete without men, and for the first time in years, not just since the divorce, but for years before the divorce, I was feeling whole again, complete again.

It seemed just so ridiculously soon, but it all seemed so right. I had to figure this out! I mean, we could keep on going just like we had been, and maybe it would all come together, like it had been so far. But that was the easy way, and it ran the danger of being the easy way out. Gina had said that she'd had some loser boyfriends, guys who had seemed interesting but who all wound up fucked up on drugs. If I took the easy way, yeah, I wouldn't have to ask hard questions or raise a subject she might not be ready for, but that might also leave he wondering whether I might not be just another loser, interested in her just for pussy and not really serious.

I had been paying attention, close attention. She had the kind of job where she probably got drug tested, but drug tests can be beat, at least if you have some advance warning about them, and it might be that she got that warning. But she'd never said the first word or given me the slightest hint about getting high or even drinking last night, and in the few minutes we were at her mother's house, I didn't notice any beer or liquor bottles or ashtrays around the house.

More, even though her mother's house was kind of worn, and needed some maintenance, it was as clean as a house like that can be. Junkies don't have clean houses!

Of course, the big question is: am I actually in love with Gina? I almost said so, last night, but I bit my tongue and kept my stupid mouth shut. This feels like love, but we've been together for just one day, and only an idiot would think he could fall in love in a day. I'm not an idiot, and I'm not a 17-year-old. I'm a grown man, and I need to get control of myself.

This was the test, then. I already knew what I wanted, and I knew what I needed to talk about, to ask about, and I was just plain scared shitless to say anything. It was time to just plain man up and talk about this. If I didn't have the courage to talk to this wonderful woman about this, then I wasn't worthy of her.

"Richard?"

Huh? Oh, crap!

"Something wrong, sweetie? You're just staring off into space or something?"

"No, no, nothing's wrong. In fact, right now, everything's right. I was just thinking about things."

"OK, well I was just thinking that, as much as I'd love to just stay here naked with you all day, I've got a couple more things at my house I need and forgot to grab. Want to head over with me?"

That broke the serious train of thought I was having, making it easier to just keep on letting things happen. Still, I needed to man up and start discussing things with Gina, sooner rather than later, really. "OK, sure. In fact, there are a couple of things I need to pick up from the building supply store, so we could make it all in one trip. Can you help me get some stuff out of my truck, and then we can leave?"

"I guess we ought to get dressed to do that," she teased me. Of course, we did have to get dressed, because some of the stuff in the truck would rub raw bare skin if it was carried wrong. So, much to my regret, we head back to the house and grabbed our clothes. It was a fairly brief tank top for Gina again, but today she put on jeans rather than shorts, to protect her legs. We unloaded the truck, and then headed out, taking Route 52 over to her house.