“Where’s Mom?” Carly interrupted, oblivious to my instant attraction.
“Inside,” my father replied. “Let us join her.” He took Andrew by the shoulders and led him up the walk with me and my sister’s in tow.
“So,” Carly whispered, excited to have brought her first boy home to meet the family, “what do you think? Cute, huh?”
“Sure,” I agreed, trying not to let on that a warm tingle was crawling through my panties at the very site of the snug fit of Andrew’s jeans hugging his ass as he walked ahead of us.
Inside, Mom was introduced and dinner commenced. We all sat around the table, exchanging stories about the summer, the crops, the horses and camp as we passed the food around and delighted in the joys of having the family together. I was sitting across from Carly and Andrew. Once during prayer and once while Carly was talking to our mother, I caught Andrew staring at me. A few more stolen glances and his dimple began to show again. I was beginning to feel warm inside.
“So Andrew,” my father asked, “where are you from?”
“A little town down south, Sir,” he replied. “It’s called Westfield. My family is from there. My grandma still lives in the house she grew up in.”
“So how did you and Carly meet?” my father continued.
“Howard,” my mother interjected, “that’s for me to ask.” She smiled like a teenager herself, twirling her hair between her fingertips and looked at Andrew. “Andrew,” she mimicked my dad, “how did you meet Carly?”
“Well, Ma’am,” he tipped his hat again, forgetting it was polite to take it off at the dinner table, “we were both camp counselors at Tipton this summer. And as you know,” he nodded to Carly on his right, “your daughter has a lovely smile. When I first saw her, I thought to myself, now there’s a smile I would love to see every day.”
The whole table cooed over his adorable story. Not only was he easy on the eyes-very easy on the eyes-but he was also a gentleman. Although, I swore I saw him wink at me when Carly looked away.
When dinner was over, Carly and Andrew took a walk under the stars while I helped Mom clear the table and wash the dishes. Dad put our kid sister to bed and took his usual place in the living room nestled into his old leather recliner. It was no secret he would read the paper until he was fast asleep and his glasses fell onto the floor. My mom would simply pick them up, set them on the coffee table and place a blanket over my father before turning in herself. I, on the other hand, would sneak across the lawn in the dark and slip into my room in the bunkhouse where I enjoyed the privacy of sleeping in a separate house on our property.
As I climbed up the latter to the loft where I slept, I looked out the window. I watched as Carly walked Andrew to his room; a small sleeping quarters near the stable. They lingered for a few moments, exchanges laughs and kisses under the light of the moon. I could tell she was happy. Although a bit envious, I was happy for her. She seemed to have met the perfect guy.
Perfect, I thought to myself, in so many ways. My hand slowly slinked down my stomach, finding the waistband of my jeans as I watched them through the window. My virgin femininity tingled with curiosity, calling my fingers and wishing they were his. I slipped them inside my jeans, carefully gliding them inside my panties toward my warm yearning. I had never touched myself before in this way, but the sensation within me that Andrew inspired had me feverishly longing to be touched; by him, by anyone, by my own fingers if necessary. As my fingertips tenderly caressed my skin, discovering my damp slit, I unzipped my jeans and peeled them down my thighs.
The humid air combined with my escalating body heat created tiny drops of perspiration on my body. I could feel the dirt from the fields sticking to my damp skin and my jeans sticking to my legs, hugging my knees and calves. My panties clung to my hips as they crept into my crevice and soaked with anticipation. My fingers separated the cotton from my tender mounds and slipped into places I had never explored before. I was wet, soft and swollen to the touch.
Carly finished her goodbye and walked back to the house. Andrew leaned against the stable, the moon casting shadows off his body as he waved her off. His brawn bulged from his thin tee as he picked a piece of hay from the bale and chewed it casually. I imagined what he might look like once he went inside and disrobed for bed. The way his jeans hugged his body had my imagination racing out of control and my fingers working steadily to keep up.
I found a sensitive knob between my slit that created a warmer tingle than before. If I pressed it gently and rubbed in a circular motion I could make my knees buckle and my heart race. The warmth of my throbbing lips saturated my fingers as I rubbed harder and faster. Oh Andrew, I imagined, yes! I had never felt so naughty. I felt mischievous and deviant. My body was quivering under my touch as I pictured Andrew’s hands plunging into my panties and exploring the depths of my desires. The deeper I fell into my fantasy, the deeper inside he traveled, discovering a secret place inside me I never knew existed. Until…I moaned aloud and my fingers soaked with my own essence. I buckled over, trembling and exhausted as tiny aftershocks rocked my body. I had just pleasured myself for the first time.
Looking out to make sure no one caught me in the act with my hand deep inside my panties, I noticed Andrew was gone. Signing with relief and disappointment, I pulled up my jeans and climbed downstairs. I felt dirty. Naughty dirty. Aside from the sweat and dust from the day’s labor, I felt I needed t not only wash away the filth, but also my sins.
I walked out of the bathroom with a towel around my body and my hair dripping down my back. As I made a cup of tea to take upstairs with me, there was a knock on the door. Assuming it was Carly sneaking over after dad dozed off to tell me all about her goodnight kiss with Andrew, I opened the door.
“Howdy,” he said, with a devilish smile. It was Andrew.
“Uh, hi,” I hesitated, trying to cover my shoulders as my hair fell forward. It was clear I was uncomfortably exposed. “Carly’s not here.”
“I’m not looking for Carly,” he retorted quickly, pushing the door open and slipping inside. He closed the door quietly behind him and took off his hat, his sandy hair falling across his forehead.
I stood there in my towel, tiny beads of water dripping down my legs and from the ends of my hair. I was nervous, feeling insecure under his gaze. His piercing eyes looked me over with a stare that resembled a predator sizing up his prey. My breaths became shallow as my eyes wandered south again. Part of me was sizing him up as well. He caught me staring. I felt embarrassed and turned my head to blush.
Just as swiftly as I took my eyes off of him, he lunged toward me, pushing me against the wall. His fingers laced in mine, he forced my hands up and pressed his body against me hungrily. My towel loosened and unraveled. The only thing keeping it on was the resistance between our bodies. He moved in slowly, his breath warm against my neck and face. The air between our mouths was hot and moist, saturated with the carnal scent of passion.
“I saw you looking at me,” he whispered, sliding his tongue across my cheek.
I trembled, frightened, yet strangely turned on by his advances. “I…” I stuttered.
“Shhh,” he insisted. “This is what you wanted, right?”
I couldn’t deny it so I said nothing.
“Your sister is a good girl,” he began. “She wants to wait for marriage. But her little sister,” he continued, “is a naughty girl. I can see it in your eyes.” He kissed my neck feverishly, making a moist path of hungry nibbles upward until he met my mouth. “So, Kendall, what are you going to do about it?” he breathed across my quivering lips, waiting for my response.