Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

"Is this the way boys… do it to themselves?" I asked.

He seemed to have trouble talking. "That… sure is one way."

Sometimes I moved the outer skin itself over the more rigid body of his organ and then I'd just let my fingers slip over the greased rubber of the condom. Thad seemed to like everything I did, especially when I concentrated on the flared glans, making a tight little circle with my fingers and moving as fast as I could. In just a couple of minutes the muscles in his legs trembled and tensed and he fell back in the grass.

I put my face close, watching the tip while I thumped my hand up and down. All of a sudden the end of the rubber swelled out with hot seed and I heard Thad ripping grass out of the ground with his hands. I kept rubbing him until he groaned for me to stop.

"Hey, that was neat," I said. "And it didn't take long either."

Thad pulled me down on him and kissed me until I thought my heart would jump through my chest. Then he rolled me over and unzipped my jeans inch by inch, kissing down toward my cunny as he went. I'd closed my eyes and felt him begin to slip my pants off when there was the sound of another car coming down the road.

"Stay out of sight," he told me as he pulled on his jeans. "It looks like a cop."

I waited there in the tall grass, so afraid that I didn't even dare pull my jeans back on. I heard two voices, Thad's and another man's.

Then there was the sound of a car leaving and after a long minute or two, Thad came back.

"It was a cop all right," he said. "Told me he was just checking this place out, but we'd better not hang around. I didn't tell him I had you with me and he might just have a description." Thad shook his head and smiled grimly. "If he'd wanted to look in that duffel bag of yours I'd have been in jail for sure."

While Thad drove, I stayed down on the floorboard until we'd crossed into the next county. He stopped in a small town for a pint of bourbon to calm his nerves. Then we went on, hoping to make Denver before night.

"Poor baby," he said, hugging me close, "you must really be wired by now with all those interruptions just when I'm getting you hot."

I kissed his chin and slipped my hand under his shirt so I could touch his hard belly. "It's okay. Tonight we'll have a soft bed and plenty of time." Thad had promised that we'd get a motel in Denver so we could relax and clean up.

As the truck droned westward, I felt everything catching up with me.

The hassles at the farm, getting away from Ben Gordon-and then Jason, had drained me emotionally, not to mention my last minute escape from my stepfather. As the tiredness crept over me I thought of how nice it was to have a man who would take care of me and keep me from danger. It was true, I felt awfully unsophisticated when Thad talked of certain things he'd done in big cities. But I knew he liked me more than just a little. With my head on his lap and smelling the warm muskiness of his body, I went to sleep.

The truck coming to a stop awakened me and when I sat up I could see the whole line of the Rockies spread out on the far horizon. The setting sun was making the clouds all orange and red and purple. I rubbed my eyes and smiled over at Thad.

"We'll be in Denver in half an hour," he said, rubbing the nape of his neck, "Just stopped to pick up a hitchhiker."

I looked out the rear window and saw a lanky girl with jet black hair done in pigtails running toward the truck. There was a knapsack slung over one of her shoulders and a ragged-looking sweater clutched in her hand. Napoleon was standing with his paws on the tailgate, watching her come up.

"Thanks a lot," she panted. "Going to Denver?"

"Going all the way to the Coast," Thad said, taking a very close look at our new passenger as she clambered in beside me.

"Far out!" The girl gave me an easy smile. "I'm Ronnie," she said.

Thad told her our names and for a while the three of us just sat there as the passing countryside changed colors and the sun dropped behind a peak. Then we were on Colfax Avenue and Thad was keeping his eyes open for an inexpensive motel. I had to admit I felt a small pang of jealousy-maybe because Ronnie's good looks reminded me that my man probably had dozens of girls in San Francisco that liked to go to bed with him. I'd have to get used to it sooner or later, though, so I pushed my silly thoughts into the back of my mind and didn't let on to Ronnie.

She said she couldn't afford a room, but wanted to sleep in the back of the truck if it was all right with us. I could see that Thad was bothered by this arrangement and after we'd found a place and he'd brought my duffel bag in, I sidled up to him and gave his cock a loving pat.

"Why don't we invite Ronnie in," I offered. "The manager won't know the difference and it might get chilly out there with only Napoleon to keep her warm." Immediately I thought of just how warm my dog could be and had to suppress a laugh.

Thad nodded. "Good idea. Won't cramp us any, will it?"

"You mean… the pretty things you were going to do to me?"

"Yeah," he said, "we could still play. Right? Even with Ronnie sleeping on the floor."

"I guess it won't bother me if it won't bother you."

When Thad went out to tell her, I had misgivings about being so polite.

She was probably lots hipper than I was about boys like Thad. What would keep her from moving in on me, maybe even stealing Thad away?

Once when he'd held out a match to give her a light, she'd taken his hand with both of hers and held it there long after the cigarette was going. Ronnie was just a little shorter than Thad, and he was almost six feet. Her body was stylishly lean, like a high-fashion model with narrow hips and slender graceful legs-even through the baggy jeans she wore I could tell that much. Surely Thad had already had visions of being next to her in bed. I was wondering how big her breasts we're when Thad came in, carrying all her junk.

"Oh boy!" Ronnie squealed when she saw the bottle of bourbon Thad had gotten earlier sitting on the table. "Booze!"

Thad poured her some of the liquor over ice while she dug through a pocket of her knapsack. Finally she pulled out a small plastic bag full of green, dry leaves all crumbled up.

"I've got a little something for you all too, just to show you how much I appreciate your hospitality."

I watched Ronnie lick a couple of cigarette papers and stick them together. Then she poured some of the green stuff into the crease she'd made and rolled up a cigarette, twisting the ends professionally and wetting the whole thing finally with her tongue. Of course I wasn't so dumb that I didn't know it was grass, but I couldn't help being a little frightened. It would be my first time ever to smoke some and I had no idea what to expect.

Thad was grinning in anticipation. "Thought I'd have to wait till I got back to San Francisco for some of that."

Ronnie let Thad light it for her and I watched them both take huge lungfuls, holding the smoke in until the last minute before exhaling.

Thad showed me how to suck in air with the smoke so it wouldn't be so hot and by the second try, I'd figured out the technique. I was smoking my first joint.

When the thing was about half gone, a giddy, light feeling seemed to fill my body and my skin tingled. Thad was strangely quiet, studying my reactions and watching Ronnie while her eyes blazed back at him hotly.

"That stuff always makes me so… sexxxy," she purred, rubbing long fingers down her abdomen.

"Uh huh," I agreed. There was no mistaking that my loins were buzzing.

When I moved my hips, my vulva felt all buttery.

"Why, take a look at your old man," Ronnie giggled, pointing at the lump in his jeans. Thad blushed as red as I'd ever seen him.