He is in shock, but I too am in shock. I offered it up. It was my crazy delusion. My normal everyday ramblings about life. My love thoughts. I was the one that said it. And I meant it. I did mean it. It was an idea I had thought of. But I never thought anyone would actually take me up on my offer.
I'm not a whore. I'm not loose. I am actually pretty damn conservative. Laying on your back with your legs spread for every guy that walks by isn't going to get you anywhere. Sure, I love sex. But I am afraid of sex. Not the act. It's everything else. The connection. The love, which I don't believe in. The talking. The feelings. I don't do that.
See, when I was a kid, I learned things. I got the safe sex talks at school. The talks about how HIV turned into AIDS. And then you were done for. Well, that was the way they put it. I always thought, just my luck, I would get pregnant, get HIV and we would both be infected and die a slow painful death. I was paranoid. I'd get it from a door handle. I'd get it from someone sneezing on me. See, that is what happens when you have a nervous kid, and you give them bad information. And my mom, she didn't help it any with her hospital germ ramblings. The maid had to clean the whole house top to bottom or surely we would die. So that was me, washing my hands like I had obsessive compulsive disorder.
"I never say anything I don't mean." I tell him smartly as I look up.
"Oh! You guys are home." I hear my grandmother say as she walks downstairs.
"We are." I say sarcastically as I look up at her.
"Well, I made some popcorn." She tells us as she hands out bowls. She knows better than to hand it to me in a bag. I hate that. It makes my hand break out. I hate butter on my hands.
"Thanks, grandma." Mark says with a smile.
"No problem." Grandma says as she walks away.
I don't say a word, but I can see the wheels spinning in his head. He is thinking about everything. I pretend I am watching t.v., but really, I am watching him in my peripheral vision. As I sit there, throwing back popcorn I hear my uncle come down and beckon Mark. That left Derek and I. He doesn't say a word, but I know that he is looking at me, just as I am looking at him.
I don't say a word as I finish my popcorn and walk up the stairs and into the kitchen. I sigh as I look at the empty sink. I should wash the bowl. I could do it. I could be nice and decent. I grab the dish cloth and turn on the water. As I rinse the bowl, I can sense someone behind me. He is there. Like he could go. Like he could ignore it.
"So were you really serious?" He whispers in my ear as he puts his bowl into the sink.
"Uh huh." I answer nonchalantly as I begin to wash his dish.
"So... When would you want to start this?" He asks as he leans in.
"When would you like to get a good fuck?" I ask with a smile as I turn around and raise my eyebrows.
"When wouldn't I?" He says quickly as he nods to the basement.
My adrenaline surges as I follow him down. The man is so sexy, I am dripping wet already. I can only imagine what size tool he has in his belt. I feel my heart beating wildly as he drags me into my room. A smile covers my face. I'm going to get sex. God, I need sex. I pull away and grab a condom that was hidden in the drawer. Derek looks down at it and laughs.
"Oh... No. That's won't work." He says as he shakes his head.
"Why?" I asked quickly as I watch him grab one out of his wallet. Magnum XLs. Now my juices are flowing. Holy shit. He has got to be huge.
"Because... I need it." He says frankly as he tosses it on the bed behind me.
I look into his eyes as I pull my shirt over my head. It's dark, just the light shining in from the small basement windows illuminates our skin. Derek rips his tee shirt over his head. I gasp as I look a his chest. It's perfect. Completely perfect. He quickly goes to work on his jeans as I unbutton and drop my own. I look down at his manhood in awe. Ten inches. At least a good, thick ten inches in front of me. I quickly pull of my bra and panties as I look at him.
"Oh god... Just fuck me." I moan as he rolls the condom on his thick cock. I could see the glistening pre-cum before he started. He is more than ready. Derek quickly lays me back on the bed and and covers my mouth with his. I don't like that. He can't do that.
"No." I say as I pull away.
"What?" He asks quickly as he looks up.
"No kissing." I groan. "Fucking. Just fucking."
"No kissing?" He asks quickly as he looks down.
"Just fuck me!" I say quickly. "Now."
"No kissing... You are not a normal girl. You just want me to stick my cock in..." He says in shock. I feel his finger slid into my soaking wet slit. My need only rises as I raise my back up off of the bed. "Fuck... You are wet." He says in shock.
"Do it!" I whine as I spread my legs for him and close my eyes.
My breath is taken away as he enters me. Pain. I feel pain, not pleasure. I gasp loudly as I open my eyes. He is killing me. He is ripping me apart.
"Ouch! You son of a bitch!" I yell loudly as I look at him. "Fuck! That hurts. Do you have to be so rough?" I growl as I look down at him.
"I'm not being rough. You are tight. Haven't you ever had a good fuck before?" He says quickly as he slides himself in and out.
"Stop. Just... Ow.." I grunt as I grimace. "If you are going to do it like that...Just fucking forget it! Fuck."
"Here..." Derek says quickly as he slides his finger over my slit ad begins playing with my clit. He slowly slides as much as his length inside as I can take.
"Oh god." I moan as I look up at him. The sensations are already taking my body over as he rubs my erect little clitoris with the pad of his thumb. "Oh god... Don't stop." I growl as he rubs and slides in and out.
"You like that?" He asks as he begins kissing my chest.
"No kissing- Oh god!" I cry as he presses my walls apart. Forget that. Kissing. I am too far gone to worry about that.
"I can't fuck you and not put my mouth on you." He says as he sucks my nipple. His warm mouth and tongue touch ever sensitive spot of my breast.
"Faster... Oh god... Faster." I moan loudly as he slides in an out, my juices flowing, only increasing his pace. "Oh...yeah...yeah...right there...right there!" I shout softly as he bites down on my nipple and pushes his cock into my core. "Ouch! Fuck!" I spit as he hits my cervix.
"Oh god, Mer... You have the tightest little pussy..." He tells me as his mouth trails my chest.
"Oh god... I'm there... Fuck! Fuck me... Fuck me!" I cry out as my walls clamp down around him. The contractions are violent as he continues to work himself. I feel involuntary spasms take over my body as the waves crash over and over me.
"Oh god..." Derek grunted as he hit me one last time, his cock twitching and spurting wildly inside of me.
I look up at him through hooded eyes as I lay back, attempting to breathe. I can see the droplets of sweat on his brow as he looks down at me. My body is still reacting to his large member having taken assault on my small frame. Nonetheless it was amazing. I feel Derek pull out and watch as he peels the condom off. I quickly pull myself off of the bed and begin to dress.
"So that was-" Derek starts as he looks up at me.
"Oh... Yeah. Thanks." I mutter as I pull my top on. It was the best I ever had. But I will never tell him that.
"Oh god..." Mark says as we walk out. "Did you guys fuck?" Apparently he sees the shit eating grins on our faces. "Oh man... You did."
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I slept well. I have never slept that well. It was satisfying. It was a good screw. Painful, but it definitely had a good finish. As I woke up with the sun in my face, I knew I had to get up and head out to the farm. I was awake, but not ready to move. I wasn't ready to face the world. But I had to.
As I walk out of my room, I see Derek standing there. He looks like trouble. He has that look in his eyes. The look of desire. I have to laugh. What man doesn't have that look in his eyes. Every man wants to get laid and he is no exception. Our eyes connect as I stand there in my pajamas.
"Morning." He says as he looked up, his hair looking as wild as mine.
"Morning." I grumble as he walk to the bathroom and get ready.
He is out there. He is out there and all I can think about is how badly I want to jump him. I want to throw him down on the floor and fuck his brains out. I wan to cum hard around him as he sucks on my chest. Yep, I don't like the kissing, but I do like the sucking and nipping. He can do that all he wants.
When I come out of the bathroom, he is gone. Part of me is grateful. I was damn near the point of having to relieve myself. I could feel that burn deep in my core, and once that starts, there is no stopping it. I quickly pull on my socks and boots and head up the stairs. When I get to the kitchen, I see Derek eating breakfast and Mark is looking half-dead.
"You look great." I tell Mark as I look over.
"Screw you." He says as he looks up.
"Do you want breakfast before you go?" Grandma asks as she looks up.
"Um... I will just have some coffee cake." I tell her quickly. "I don't have time."
"Where are you going?" Derek asks as he looks over at me.
"To the farm. Want to go?" I ask with a laugh.
"Sure, I'll go." He offers, only to my astonishment.
"No, man... You don't want to go." Mark says quickly. "Trust me. You don't"
"Why is that?" Derek asks me and then looks over at Mark.
"She is cruel. She works you hard." Mark tells him. "Seriously, man. It's torture."
"I'm sure I can handle it." Derek says with a smile. "I can handle her." He mutters under his breath. All I can do is shake my head. Seriously.
I don't say anything in the car. What is there to say. We have no connection. He's a good screw, and I am a willing partner. I don't look over at him as he screws with my c.d.s and starts turning things on. God, he is immature. He is lucky he's good, that's all I'm saying.
"So how far away is it?" Derek asks loudly.
"We're not far." I tell him as I look over.
"How long have you been riding?" He asks simply. What is this, getting to know you?
"Um... Thirteen years." I tell him frankly as I pull into the driveway. "I hope you like horse shit."
"Why is that?" He asks as he looked at the barn.
"Because you will be cleaning it." I laugh as I jump out.
"What? Why would I want to do that?" He asks quickly.
"It's not a question of how or why. It is a matter of you will be. It needs to be done, and you are a willing participant." I tell him with a nod as I throw the door open.
"No. I'm not a willing participant. A forced participant, maybe." He tells me as he follows me in.
Now he is in my territory. How sweet it is to be the supreme. To be the boss. He has no idea what to do. It is kind of a repeat just as it was with Mark. My horses are grumbling that they want their food. And here he is waiting. Waiting for torture.
"Here... The first, second and third. They are in order." I tell him as I hand him the containers.
"What about you?" He asks as he looks up.
"Don't worry about me." I say quickly as I follow behind him with a bale of hay.
"Why don't I get that, it's heavy..." He says as he looks at me.
"I can handle it. Get your ass to work." I tell him as I hobble down the aisle way.
"You sure aren't very nice to your help." He grumbles as he walks into a stall and ours the grain in. "Holy shit!" He rambles. "That think tried to attack me." I knew that wasn't happening, but I have to laugh at his dramatic effects.
As quickly as I can, I spread the hay out and walk back in. As I walk in, I see him playing with the whip. What is it with boys and whips? Don't they know those are for girls? Chicks with whips. Fun to me.
"Look at this thing!" He says as he smacks it.
"You aren't doing it right." I say as I grab it and crack it behind my back.
"Holy shit! You are uh... Good with the whip." He says with wide eyes.
"You have no idea." I chuckle as I toss it down and begin letting horses out.
Derek helping me with stalls was much better than Mark. Mark had no skills, but Derek, he was at least trying. I knew it wasn't his forte, but he was being a good sport about it. Well halfway. I think at this point, he is trying to be polite. But it doesn't stay that way. It never does.
"So..." Derek says as he looks into my eyes.
"So." I say as I put the fork away. "Oh fuck..." I groan as he pushes me against the wall. Like a girl can resist.