My finger fucking is making her twist around in her seat. She reaches down and pulls my hand up a little bit. “Right there, Kyle, rub it there,” she tells me.
I feel her clit and play with it. “Faster… yeah… just like that.”
“Like this?”
“Perfect! When you feel your finger getting a little dry, slip it in me to get it wet again. Dry rubbing doesn’t feel so good.”
“Okay, I will.”
I figure out a way to use my middle finger to work in her hole and rub the pad of my thumb on her clit, she really likes this and I remember to keep my thumb wet. After a few minutes, she puts her arm around me and pulls me to her so we can kiss while I keep fingering her.
Sequential waves of pleasure are building in intensity, and her thighs are beginning to twitch. Renee lets out a long-sustained howl/moan as she goes into a back-arching orgasm and panting, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, feels-so-good, oh-god, oooooohhhh…” I keep rubbing her kernel and fingering her till this subsides and she relaxes, “Oh, that felt really good… I needed that.”
She gives me a whole bunch of rapid kisses, “Thank you, Kyle.” Pulling her shorts back up, Renee looks at me and smiles, “That was fun, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, it was!”
“You ready to hit the road, Sport?”
“Yup.”
Just as she’s starting the car, we see a farmer’s tractor a long way down the road ambling towards us. Yeah, it’s a good time we get on our way. Back on the main road, Renee puts all the windows down, “Damn… Sure smells like cum and sex in here now, huh?”
“It sure does,” I agree with a laugh.
We drive for a while without saying much, we are both feeling satisfied and enjoying the songs on the radio. This is really cool, I’m glad she invited me to come along. I look over and see Renee grinning, “What are you thinking about?” I ask.
“You,” she laughs, “Blowing your load all over the place.”
“Really?”
“Yup,” she nods. “When we get back, do you have time to stop by the apartments with me?”
I know exactly what that means, “Sure! I think I can do that.”
We finally get to Bartlett Farms, it’s more of a distribution warehouse than an actual farm. I stand by the car as she goes in to take care of the paperwork. While I’m waiting, a worker brings out our onions and green peppers. I help him load the two big bags and one box; it fills up the trunk.
On the drive back, I ask Renee, “So do the guys at work, like… ever hit on you?”
“Nah, they usually leave me alone, boss’s-daughter thing, you know.”
“Yeah…”
“I was at one of Eric’s parties, he got drunk and flirty with me one time, but that’s about it.”
“Did you do anything with him, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I don’t mind, and no, I didn’t. I like Eric as a friend and he’s a fun guy; but totally not my type.”
“What is your type?”
“You would think with all the wild-partying I love that I would be attracted to guys that party, but I’m really not. I’ve always preferred the quiet guys.”
“You mean guys like me?”
Renee looks over and smiles, “Exactly, Kyle. Guys like you.”
I watch the passing scenery go by and put my arm out the window. If I hold my hand flat, as in parallel to the passing road, it stays that way. If I angle it up just the slightest bit, the rushing air pushes my arm up, a slight tip down forces my arm down. It’s funny how we all teach ourselves an understanding of aerodynamics by doing this.
“I should take you up to our summer place sometime. You’d love it.”
“You have a summer place?” I ask.
“It’s up north, on Seney Lake.”
“Your parents would be cool with that? I mean, taking me and all?”
“I don’t see why not, I could just tell them that you and I are gonna paint the porch or something. They hardly get up there in the summer much anyway; they like to go in the fall. We could spend a weekend or something.”
“That sounds really awesome, but I don’t know if my parents would go for it. I can’t see them just letting me take off, and with you being a girl, like that overnight. They’re pretty strict about that sort of thing.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think about that… How about next summer, you’ll be 18, legally an adult?”
“Count me in, that sounds great!”
We get back into town and drop the onions and green peppers off at Pizza Depot. I wait while Renee spends a little time with Benny straightening out an issue he had with the balance numbers. Once that’s taken care of we get back in the car, Renee leans over and whispers, “What do you say we go get naked?”
“Let’s go!” I point towards the road. Renee guns it and whips out of that parking lot, even squealing her tires a little bit.
—–
We return to that first apartment we painted in building #4, it hasn’t been rented yet and that couch the former tenant left is still there. Renee reminds herself, “I can’t forget to have that taken out to the dumpster.”
“Oh, why is that?” I ask.
“We can’t rent it with that stinky, old thing in here.”
“It’s kind of special to me… I lost my virginity on that couch.”
“You can have it, if you want.”
“No, that’s okay,” I laugh, “How would I explain that to my mother?”
We throw our clothes off and get right to it. I have a seat on the couch and Renee hops up and on my cock for a good round of in-my-lap fucking. We switch it up with me on top for a while, and then finish our screwing session in doggy style.
I lasted a long time for her, probably because of my huge ejaculation earlier in the corn field. Once we’re done, and both more than satisfied, Renee looks at the time and tells me, “I gotta get you home, I’m working dinner shift today.”
“Okay…” I sigh, I would love to rest a bit and try to go at it some more, but that’s not happening today. As we get dressed, I pull out my phone to snap a few pictures of the old couch.
Renee looks at me like I’ve lost it, “What are you doing?”
“Preserving the special memory.”
She laughs, “You’re cute, Sport. Like I said, you can have it.”
On our way out, I tell her, “Thank you for inviting me along today.”
“Sure thing,” she kisses me, “And, thank you, Kyle.”
—–
A couple of days later we paint the fourth apartment. The day follows our agenda of starting off the day with a morning screwing session, followed by some painting. At noon, Bill texted and brought a pizza for lunch, but once again, he didn’t stay long, he had an errand to run. After lunch, we have a couple of beers and, of course, more sex. We finished painting and clean up the sex and sweat with a nice bubble bath.
Renee wants to wait a few days, and then let me know when we can paint the last of the five apartments. She needs to prepare for her upcoming college year. Even though I still have a few weeks of Summer Vacation left, colleges start their Fall Semesters in mid-August.
That afternoon, riding home, I take the time to think, something I find myself doing every now and then, especially on my bike. It’s hard to not let my heart fall in love with Renee, she’s the first girl to ever take a real interest in me. I love being with her and think about her all the time, but I have to keep reminding myself this is not a long-term thing.