Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

"Jason," I gasped, tilting my pelvis so that he could push the soaking crotch of my panties deeper into my twat. When he kissed me I tasted spit and blood and teeth and Jason's tongue dove to the back of my throat. I was making sounds I'd never made before and my loins burned with the most intensely exotic itch I'd ever felt. Jason was going to make me do that awful thing I had always resisted. He was going to make me come.

"No, God," I prayed. "Please don't let it happen!" But my hands had slipped to Jason's buttocks and I was pulling him even harder against me, trying to scratch the itch that spread and grew and rolled across my belly like wildfire.

"Jaaason…"

I wanted to die, but it felt so good there was nothing to do but go on thrusting my crotch against him and whimpering like a whipped puppy.

The fire turned from red to blue to white and then it burst upward into my chest and I wrapped my legs around Jason's middle and kissed his neck while I squirmed there on the ragged blanket in the hay.

"You and me are gonna have lots of fun this summer," Jason whispered.

"Get up!" I screamed. The suddenness of it made him roll off. I could see the look of shock on his face in the single shaft of moonlight that filtered in through the loosely boarded wall,

"What's wrong, Shelly?" he asked, but I was up and running before the words were out of his mouth. Then my legs buckled and I tumbled over into the haypile.

"Here, let me help," Jason said, lifting me up.

"Get your dirty hands off of me!" I spit at him. "If you ever touch me again I'll… I'll…"

Somehow I managed to limp to my room, lock the crude latch and fall into my bed. It was then that I realized that my panties were wet with something else besides my own juice. I knew the smell and feel of the slick stuff that was smeared all around my crotch. I knew it and hated it. Shuddering with disgust, I stepped out of my soiled underthings and pulled on a fresh pair.

With the prospects of an entire summer ahead of me, I felt trapped and more confused than ever. But a strangely comfortable warmth seemed to spread from my still glowing thighs and I fell instantly to sleep.

The next morning at breakfast I didn't say much. Jason kept his eyes down in his plate too, and though Uncle Nat and Aunt Linda didn't notice how uncomfortable we were, Billy Joe sensed it right away.

Jason had to go to town for some feed in the pick-up so Uncle Nat gave Billy the keys to his old Buick and told him to take me down the river for a little outing. It was easy to see that Billy Joe was glad to have a day away from his usual chores. Before we left, I slipped into a pair of white bellbottoms and had Aunt Linda braid my hair. The sun was already making things hot, so I wore my thinnest, coolest blouse.

Though he didn't have a license yet, I knew Billy felt four inches taller as he backed the truck around and headed out on the rutted road which led toward the river.

"Nat lets me drive any time I want," he said. "As long as I don't get out on the highway or go into town."

I watched him shift gears smoothly as we climbed a short grade. Then the road wound between huge cottonwoods and Billy turned the vent windows in so the breeze would blow across us.

"What happened last night?" he asked without giving me any warning.

"With you and Jason, I mean."

Ever since I'd awakened that morning I'd tried to push the whole incident to the back of my mind. The whole thing seemed almost like some horrible dream. Watching the horses had been wicked enough, but I wanted to forget completely about the way Jason had thrown me into the haypile and made me act like one of the rutting beasts I'd seen in the corral.

"What makes you think anything happened?" I asked, careful to keep my voice innocent.

Billy Joe grabbed a leaf from a low hanging branch as he swung the truck around a turn. "Jason and I have been going down to the horses every night, but last night he wanted to go alone." Billy shrugged.

"Then I saw the way you two were acting this morning at breakfast." He pulled the truck up beside a large willow and turned off the key. "He didn't try to get in your room, did he?"

I laughed. "Jason? Of course not."

Billy's serious blue eyes were on me. There was no mistaking the protectiveness he felt. "Jason's my blood and he's okay, but I just know how he is with girls. Kind of crazy." Billy tilted his head "You know what I mean?"

I nodded slowly. "I guess so."

I followed Billy Joe down to the river. We had stopped by a narrow bend and there was a dam of large rocks which held back enough water to form a good sized pool. Below the pool was a foamy, cascading waterfall and I thought right away that the spot was like a small piece of paradise.

Billy Joe was already pulling off his shirt.

"Going swimmin', aren't you?" he asked when he saw that I hadn't started undressing.

"I didn't bring any suit."

He wrinkled up his freckled nose and chuckled, "we don't use them things out here. I keep forgetting you're from the city."

"I'm from a town… not a city." I felt made fun of.

"Anyway, as long as you're gonna be in the country for a while, you might as well get used to skinny dippin'."

It was my turn to tease. "Billy Joe, you're worse than you say Jason is." I folded my arms and looked stern. "I'm not going to get undressed while you stand there gawking."

He was pulling his faded jeans off over one foot now, balancing and hopping around on the other. I could see his polka dotted shorts underneath and they looked so baggy and ridiculous that I had to laugh.

Billy saw me and grinned back.

"Tell you what-I'll jump in and hide my eyes until you're in the water."

He didn't wait for me to protest. In the next instant I glimpsed his bare, white bottom as he arced through the air and disappeared with a splash. In a second or two his blond head bobbed to the surface.

"Wait," I said. "I don't know if I want to-"

"Okay," Billy interrupted. "I'm turned around now."

It did seem silly not to get into the delicious-looking water just because I was used to public swimming pools with their silly rules and regulations. Besides, we were miles from any main road and the land all around us belonged to Uncle Nat.

Quickly I skinned my bellbottoms off and tossed my blouse on top of them. I thought about keeping my panties on, but realized that if I did they'd soak everything else when I got dressed again. In another second I pulled them off and dropped them with my other things. I was afraid that Billy might peek any second, so instead of waiting for my skin to get used to the cold water, I plunged right in. When the water was lapping around my neck, I called to him.

"O-O-Okay."

Billy Joe gave me a smile of encouragement and swam over to a flat rock. When I saw that he was pulling himself up onto it, I quickly looked away. It seemed stupid though to keep my back to him all the time so I decided to act as if I wasn't bothered by his nakedness at all.

He just sat there on the rock, digging at a scab on his leg while I watched. Dewy droplets of water hung in the reddish pubic hair around his crotch and the little white snake that drooped down from the middle of the fluff seemed so soft and harmless that I was soon losing much of my self-consciousness. In a little while Billy stood up and dove. I saw his white body knife through the water and he surfaced not two feet away.

"Hey!" I yelled, covering my breasts with my hands.

"Aw, it's blurry under there anyway." He snuffled some water from his nose and grinned his toothy smile.

Maybe it was because Billy was a year younger than I was, or maybe it was because he seemed so nice, but I didn't so much as flinch when he drifted near and then pushed his mouth up against mine. For a long time everything stopped. I held my breath as his lips moved tenderly against my own. Billy's hand touched my waist and then his other one joined the first. I can stop it any time I want, I told myself, but still it was like the way hunters hypnotize rabbits with a flashlight while they take aim. Just as I was getting jittery, Billy broke off the kiss and dove beneath the surface of the pool again. Trembling, I turned and started toward the rocky bank. That was why it was evil to be naked-because being naked made things happen that you couldn't control. I was half out of the water when I realized Billy Joe might be watching.