On the other side of the door, Eric smirked as he wiped the last glob of his cum from her door. He couldn’t believe she was so loud or that she moaned his name. He knew that masturbating along with her was safe as long as he heard her but blowing his load onto her door when he had a towel in his hand was extreme.
“Tomorrow, my fantasies come true, Julia,” he whispered as he walked into his room.
*****
Eric woke to the sound of Julia’s shower running. He looked at the time and groaned seeing it was just after six. He rolled out of bed and opened the shade on the window.
With the sun lighting his room, he could see his reflection in the mirror. All he saw was pink. He shook his head and pressed a finger into his chest as a child would to see the white spot left behind. “Fucking idiot,” he sighed, thankful he wasn’t in too much pain.
He put on a tight tank top and wondered how he should handle his seduction of Julia. He decided slow and obvious was the way to go. She clearly wanted him, but she wasn’t one of the girls at school that would be happy with a quick fuck. No, she deserved more.
He slipped off his boxers and took his semi-hard shaft into his hand. He stroked it to a harder state and slipped on a pair of mesh basketball shorts. His dangling cock lay clearly defined down his leg. “Perfect,” he thought.
He made his way to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. He decided to make Julia breakfast and hoped she appreciated his effort.
“What’s all this?” she asked when she walked into the kitchen.
He spun around from the stove and his dangling cock moved in his shorts. She noticed and blushed before looking away.
“I’m making you breakfast to thank you for, uh…rubbing me yesterday.”
“Okay, thanks,” she frowned. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know, I just want to show you how much I appreciate you.” He jutted his hips forward as she accepted the cup of coffee he handed her. She wasn’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or if he didn’t know how much he moved, unfettered in those shorts.
“The bacon and toast are done, if you want to get a head start,” he said. “I like my eggs hot, so I do them last.”
“That’s perfect, thanks.”
He smiled and cracked the last egg into the pan of bacon grease. “You know, Julia, I figured country nights would be quiet, but there was quite a bit of…stirring last night. I guess there’s more crickets out here than at home.”
She coughed up her sip of coffee and couldn’t believe the cheek of him. She was almost irritated, but realized it was her fault anyway, so she let the comment slide. She looked down and saw he was getting hard and tented his shorts even more. “Jesus,” she sighed quietly.
“What’s that?” he asked. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Oh, I was just gonna say that you’ll hear all kinds of noises out here”
He smiled and put the eggs on her plate. She glanced at his crotch again.
“You know, I think I remember from freshman Biology, that the noise crickets make is their mating call.”
She looked up at him and blushed, “I think I heard something similar.”
He nodded, “Yeah, if I remember correctly, only the males chirp. The female is attracted to the song they make with their wings. The female prefers…the younger males, who chirp differently than the older males.”
He could barely hold his smirk back as he gnawed on a piece of bacon. She couldn’t believe how forward he was being. It was obvious to her that he heard her masturbating, and she couldn’t tell if he was teasing her or if he was trying to seduce her. Whatever it was he was doing, she was as turned on as she’d ever been.
She decided to play back.
“You think the younger male is more preferrable over the experienced older male?” she asked without looking at him.
“Oh, yeah. In many ways.”
She looked at him and dared him to continue with her raised eyebrow.
He smiled, “Well, you have to figure the younger male cricket is healthier and has more stamina. Perhaps they can even mate more than once at a time.”
He looked at her for a reaction, but she ignored him as she buttered her toast.
He pressed on. “Also, a younger male may not be as inexperienced as you think. As the female cricket prefers younger males, I would say they are getting plenty of…experience.”
She looked at him, her head tilted to the side. “So, young male crickets get around, huh?”
He shook his head, “I’m sure some are more discriminate about their partners. They may even have had experiences with older female crickets who taught them how to treat a…female cricket properly.”
She was about to burst from the absurdity of the conversation. She knew they were long beyond the pretense of discussing farm noises. She was surer than ever he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. Her only question was, did she dare take advantage of it.
“Well,” she said gathering her dishes. “I’ll clean up and then we need to get to work. You’re not in too much pain from that sunburn are you?”
“No,” he answered. “I was going to wear a long-sleeved t-shirt today just in case.”
She nodded and went about doing the dishes. He wondered if he pushed her too far, too fast, or if she wasn’t as interested as he thought. He decided to back down his ‘seduction.’ Fantasies were one thing; reality can be a smack in the face.
*****
She put on a thin, billowy summer dress with a floral pattern. It would blow in the breeze and tease him with views of her legs. She tried to think of jobs she could do in the old dress and figured painting was the safest bet. She slipped on a pair of canvas sneakers and tied her hair into a ponytail.
“Ready to go?” she asked as she peeked into his bedroom.
“Yep,” he said as he turned around and was noticeably less obvious about his freely dangling equipment.
“Good. I figure we can get started painting the barn. There are a couple of poles that we can screw rollers on to reach the highest parts. Perhaps you should take that on, and I’ll do the bottom. You’ve probably got a foot of reach on me.”
“Not quite twelve inches, but probably…never mind.” He spun and walked into the barn to find the paint.
She raised an eyebrow to him and was surprised he stopped before he got to where he was clearly going. “Hm,” she thought. “Now he’s going to be shy? This is gonna be fun.”
He could just reach the top of the wall with the pole extension, and he was glad that it wasn’t a big barn. It was more like a big garage, but he didn’t want to argue with her terminology. It didn’t matter to him either way. What did matter to him was the breeze that kept giving him glances of her thighs.
He thought he was almost caught looking, several times. In reality, she knew he was watching, and she relished it. She was in a constant state of arousal as she sweated through her thin dress. She was sure that he would be able to see her bra and panties through the wet yellow dress.
His t-shirt also clung to his body as the 90-degree heat took its toll on him as well.
“Let’s take a break and have some water. Or I have some Gatorades if you prefer,” she said.
“Water would be great thanks,” he said as he took his shirt off and wiped his brow. “I didn’t expect it to get this hot.”