Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

The mugginess of the night made me open both windows, but I still had to shed my clothes to be comfortable. I thought of touching myself as I lay on the sheets, but decided to wait for Thad to do it instead. It was better somehow when he fondled my slick parts, when he made me come.

I don't know how long I'd been asleep when a terrible crash made me sit up in the bed, hands over my bare titties. The door stood open and, though it was too dark to see much of anything, I recognized the shadowy form silhouetted by the moonlight. Jason!

Napoleon started across the room growling, but then there was a scurrying scratch of his paws on the bare wood floor and a barking squeal of pain as Jason grabbed the dog by the forelegs and sent him somersaulting out the door. Then he slammed the door shut and blocked it with a chair.

I tried to get out of bed, but Jason caught my shoulders and shoved me down again. Already I could feel his cock pressed against my panties.

He was unshaven and there was the unmistakable odor of beer on his breath.

"Jason," I cried, "I don't want you to do this. I don't, I don't!"

"That don't matter none," he said.

I bit and scratched, but Jason pinned my wrists against the mattress.

Oh, why did it have to happen now-after I'd found Thad? There was another noise at the door, drowning out Napoleon's steady barking. Had Uncle Nat heard the noise from the house and was coming down to help?

The door crashed open again, knocking the chair across the room on its side. Someone grabbed Jason by the shoulders and jerked him off of me.

Then there was the sickening thud of a fist against my attacker's face.

"You bastard, Billy!" Jason spit. The two of them fell heavily to the floor.

It was Billy Joe-and from Jason's groans, my younger cousin wasn't doing so bad. Napoleon was in the room now, yipping wildly as he hopped back and forth over the fighting boys. Then there was another enormous, splintering crash and Billy fell through my table and slumped against the wall.

"Crazy little shit," Jason said, wiping blood from his nose. "He shoulda known better than try and kick my ass." He stumbled out the door into the moonlit yard.

Billy pushed himself to his knees and then stood up while I struggled with the kerosene lamp. For a moment I thought Jason was going to come back in again, but Billy stood in the doorway defying him.

"You want some more?" Billy said.

"Aw hell no, you'd just get murdered." We heard Jason's boots clomping back toward the house while Billy helped me get the door closed again.

"Sit down," I told him, getting a rag wet in my wash basin. "I want to clean you up." I was still wearing only my panties, but with my rescuer bleeding from a couple of cuts on his face, it seemed silly to stop and dress. Billy's eyes studied my jiggling breasts as I scrubbed the dirt from around one wound and then held the cool rag against it. I felt myself blush under his gaze. "You've seen all of me before," I said, grinning. "The swimming hole, remember?"

He looked shyly at his feet. "It's been a while, though."

After Billy's cuts had stopped bleeding we sat silently together until finally I picked up his hand and pressed it between mine.

"Thanks, Billy Joe," I said. "For doing what you did tonight."

"Jason's had me buffaloed for a long time," he said back. "I guess it took you to finally snap me out of it."

I looked at Billy's sandy hair and innocent face. He seemed a lot shier now than he had at the river that time he'd asked me to do those sexy things to him. I liked him better when he wasn't trying to be like his older brother.

"Stand up so I can get your pants off."

Billy stood up, shuffling nervously. "You mean… I'm gonna stay here tonight?" I blew out the lamp and came over him.

"Maybe not all night," I whispered back. "But long enough to say goodbye, anyway… and for me to thank you."

While I struggled Billy's jeans off, I explained to him that I was running away from the farm and my stepfather too. Just to be safe, I didn't mention Thad or where we were going.

"I'd really hate to see you leave, Shelly." He put his hands on my shoulders and pressed his body against my bare breasts. It was nice-not as nice as Thad, but nice.

"This may sound funny to you," Billy said in an embarrassed way, "but I've never had a girl before."

I really was surprised. "You mean after all that stuff that happened down swimming that first day, you're telling me…"

"It's true." He bit his lip and looked glum. "I'm just a good bluffer.

I don't know as much about girls as I let on."

I don't know what made me remember Connie Gordon at that particular moment. Maybe Thad's sweet loving earlier that day had loosened up a knot of guilty fear that had been choking me for a long time, maybe Connie herself had made me see sex between man and woman in a new light. I recalled her graceful movements and the way she had titillated Uncle Nat to near-madness simply by taking off her underwear.

Everything she did had been light, carefree, even gay. Could I dare to mimic her now in front of shy Billy Joe? He might think I was stupid to act like that, or that it was disgusting.

Pushing these thoughts away, I stood up and danced into the pale light which came in through my window. I would never know unless I tried what magic I might contain. I cupped my hands under my smallish breasts and leaned forward a little, as if offering them to Billy. He watched with wide eyes, his boyish Adam's apple bobbing every so often. It felt silly at first to weave my hips and dip my knees the way Connie had done, but I did it anyway and soon I could tell that the sensual movements were having an effect on Billy-and or myself!

I knew Billy Joe was looking at the dark patch of wetness which had covered my panty crotch. Slowly, teasingly, I let my palms slide down over my tummy until I'd grasped the elastic band. Then, keeping my hands still, I let my bottom do the undressing, slithering out of the pale blue undies like a snake.

"Jesus, Shelly," Billy Joe said, "I didn't know you… you could undress like that!"

"It's the first time I've ever done it," I whispered, bending close.

"And it's just for you." Now a few light curls of pubic fluff peeked out. I snaked my hips again and felt my moist labia excite my clitoris.

I snaked again and a tremor of fire tickled my nipples. With a final little bump, I pulled one foot out of my soaking panties and pointed it straight out just like Connie had done. Billy gulped loudly and watched the dripping lip of my slit wetly open. When my pants fell to the ankle of my other foot, I hooked a toe in the nylon softness and flipped them through the air toward my young cousin. The sheer things flopped against his chest and then fluttered down into his lap, finally hanging over the head of his erect penis like a flag of sex. Billy pushed the soft material against his cock and took a deep lungful of air.

"I want you to marry me, Shelly," he rasped. "I want you to be my wife."

I pranced close and took his face in my hands. "That's the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me," I told him. "But the time isn't right. Both of us are too young,"

Billy started to protest, but I put a hand over his mouth.

"Shhhh. Let's just think of tonight-this hour, this minute." Moving like I thought Connie might, I pushed my thighs around one of his knees and let my juicy mound press against his skin. Then I circled my arms around him and touched the nape of his neck with my fingertips. "Love me, Billy Joe. Love me now."

He gave a moan of passion and tumbled me backwards onto the bed. I felt his frantic fingers pushing the heated tip of his cock at the honey of my slit, hunting for the hole that would take him deeply into my body.

"No, baby," I said, trying to guide his hand. "Down a little bit… a little further." His glans slipped suddenly into my tube. "Ohhh, yes.