The Present…
Hannah gave me a ride to the hotel to change from my ‘wedding rehearsal clothes’ into my ‘day wear for Danny’s house clothes’. I think she appreciated the brief, quiet time she had to herself while I changed clothes before she drove us to the farm. While I’d treated the ladies to Mimosas, Danny had gotten a haircut before returning to the farm to wait for me. He looked pretty good dressed in slacks with a button-down shirt instead of jeans and a ratty, old t-shirt.
If anything the horde at Danny’s house had gotten larger. Danny and I were more at ease around each other since sharing a bed. It seemed more natural for my hand to search for his as I was introduced to more neighbors, friends, and family. We were selling our roles as boyfriend/girlfriend with ease. Danny began tugging my hand. He had a look in his eyes that I recognized as he said he wanted to give me a tour of the barn. I was more than ready to be ‘toured’, but…
“There is no way I’m getting chicken shit on my ankle boots!”
“There’s no chickens in the barn,” Danny said.
I let myself be led to the barn. I was ready to receive a looong tour. Part of me had wanted a good touring since last night. I wanted to be toured so bad my skin itched. I didn’t get to see much of the barn. As soon as we entered, Danny pushed me against a thick, wooden post that held up part of the roof.
I stood straight. With the two inches, the heels of my boots added to my height, I was five inches taller than Danny. As he tried to reach my lips with his, I smiled playfully down at him, “What are you going to do now?”
“Nothing,” Danny said as one hand closed over my boob and his other moved behind me to grip a tight ass cheek. “All the good parts are down here.”
“All the good parts?” I let my boots slide apart until my eyes were level with Danny’s. Running fingers through his newly shorn hair, I bit his lower lip and released it. Pulling his body closer to mine, I whispered in Danny’s ear, “You’ve led a very sheltered life if you think my mouth can’t be the very best part of me.”
I smiled when Danny groaned, thinking of what I could do with my mouth. Biting and then sucking on his earlobe caused him to groan again before he pulled his ear away. Talking became difficult after that as long kisses replaced words.
As we kissed, Danny’s hands continued to fondle me through my jeans and sweater, causing me to groan in frustration. During one particularly wonderful fondle to the front of my jeans it occurred to me that, except for feeling Danny’s hard-on pressed against me, I’d yet to peek under the hood. I’d lied to the Mimosa drinking women about knowing the size of Danny’s cock to make Carolyn the Bug feel sorry for treating my nerd like a turd in high school.
Deciding I needed to know just what awaited me back at the hotel, I slipped my hands between us and started un-zipping…
“Whoa! Hey, Olivia,” Danny stopped kissing me and grabbed my wrists while looking around. “Kids could come running in here and…”
Of course, I ignored Danny. Smiling, I tugged the zipper of his trousers down all the way. Danny stopped arguing as my fingers slipped through the opening. Oh, fuck yea, I thought happily as I discovered… I hadn’t lied at all! The thick, long length I had in my hand had me wishing Danny could take me somewhere more private immediately for a good, hard-touring of my lady parts. Grinning wickedly, I pulled his boxers down one slow inch at a time to hook the elastic of his boxers behind his balls.
Surprisingly, Danny didn’t complain at all as my hands moved in his pants. Only when I pulled his cock out of the fly of his pants did he pull his lips from mine again, “Olivia! I wasn’t joking about children running in here!”
“We’ll just stand really close then,” I told him, grinning and stroking. “All they’ll see is a guy and a girl kissing. I’m sure they’ve seen that before.”
I continued to slowly stroke as Danny kissed me again. Stroking and measuring with my hand the cock in my fingers. When Danny pulled back, this time he was more urgent in his demand that I stop. Clasping my wrists, “Stop, Olivia! Damn…”
“I don’t hear any children.”
“I don’t care about kids,” Danny said as he succeeded in stilling my hands. “If you don’t stop we’ll have a hell of a mess on our shirts to explain to my family!”
Looking down between our bodies I could see the large purple-ish head of Danny’s cock. I could also see that there were small wet marks already on my sweater and Danny’s shirt that we’d have to explain if not given a chance to dry. I’d milked a large amount of pre-cum from his shaft. I gave Danny’s cock one last, hard stroke from the base to the head of his cock to milk what I could out before cleaning the tip free of wetness with my palm. I, too, could bow to reality and stood quietly while Danny arranged things in his pants to his comfort.
Danny was no doubt much closer to his release than I was to mine, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t in the mood to gain my own satisfaction. The teasing of last night, this morning, and in the afternoon had me constantly moist and wanting.
“Danny, how much longer do we need to stay here before we can graciously leave and go back to the hotel,” I asked. I felt we’d greeted enough people for the day. I really wanted to unwrap and put to use the large, belated birthday present I’d just found!
“Only until I find Stan to drive us!”
With the thought of a large, comfortable, and private bed waiting for us, I patted the hard-on that was very noticeable through his pants, “Maybe you should just… Umm, you know… Just stay here for a few minutes and, ahh… Deflate that. Think of baseball! I’ll find Stan.”
I stepped around the wooden post Danny had pinned me to and felt something squish under my boot. I looked down. I looked at Danny… Danny backed away. Very smart of him considering what I was feeling as I lifted my thousand-dollar Gucci boot from the stinking pile.
“Olivia, I said we don’t keep chickens in the barn,” Danny said placatingly, but I could tell that as soon as I left Danny would start laughing. “I never said anything about cows and, well… A cow’s gonna go where a cow’s gonna go.”
I would have started slaughtering cows, but I needed to get to a water hose before the leather stained.
While walking towards the water hose I noticed two men playing chess. During a phase when, if Dad did it I had to do it, too, he’d taught me to play when I was five. Glancing at the board, I saw that Black was at a decided disadvantage. White had a passed pawn he was going to use to win the game. After asking who’s move it was, I said, “Take that with this,” pointing first at the passed white pawn then at a black bishop. The pawn was protected by the queen.
“But…” the man who’s move it was protested. I nudged his shoulder with my hip to interrupt him.
“Aww, just do it. You’re gonna lose anyway. Go down swinging.”
Black shrugged, deciding he had nothing to lose, and took the pawn. White was crowing as he took the bishop with his queen.
“Now,” I said. “Now, move your horsie to here. Isn’t that check?” Not only was it check, it was a forked attack, threatening not just the king but also the queen. White had no recourse but to move his king out of check and Black was now crowing as his knight took the white queen. For the sacrifice of a bishop he’d taken a pawn and a queen. At this point, it would take a moron to lose the game.
I left the two to argue if Black could claim it as a win since he’d had help.
“…and who the hell is she, anyway? I’ve never seen her before,” White complained as I moved away, still scanning the yard for Stan.
“That’s Danny’s girlfriend.”
“Danny? I thought he was gay,” Black grumped and knocked over his king to concede the game.
Luckily, for the cows and for Danny, my Gucci boots didn’t seem to have suffered permanent damage. After hosing cow shit from my boot, I saw Stan exiting the house and moved to intercept him. I was intercepted by Amber and Brie first. “Where’s Danny,” Amber asked.
“He’s in the barn, probably laughing his ass off,” I answered while trying to slide past. Amber slid to block me. “What,” I asked in exasperation.
“Look who just showed up,” Brie answered with a head dip indicating…
Looking in that direction… Carolyn The Bug. “She just can’t take a hint,” I breathed. She couldn’t have shown up at a better time. After planting a Gucci boot in a stinking pile of cow shit, I had the perfect target to deliver divine retribution to.
“I’m not sure why you gave her the verbal beat down at the rehearsal and the restaurant,” Amber said. “I guess Danny told you how she treated him in high school. I was here and watched it. Whatever he told you, just multiply times two to get the real story.”
“I guess a Danny in college studying for a job that will make a lot of bucks is more to her liking,” Brie observed as the three of us watched out of the corner of our eyes as Carolyn scanned the crowd. Just then the four of us simultaneously saw Danny exiting the barn. When I didn’t move, Amber whispered, “Aren’t you gonna go…”
I shook my head. “If I go to head her off she’ll sense weakness. Never show weakness, Ladies,” I told Amber and Brie. “Nope. The ball is in Danny’s court now. Either he’ll shoot her down or he’ll go crawling back. His choice.”
Dressed in a short skirt, high heels, and a top that showed a large expanse of her boobs and some nice cleavage, I saw The Bug tug her spandex front down a bit more as she intercepted Danny halfway between house and barn. The three of us watched as The Bug took Danny’s arm and leaned in to rub some side boob into his bicep. The Bug had the Bicep Rub move down pat.
“I wish I had bigger boobs,” Amber moaned, looking down at her almost flat chest.
“I wouldn’t worry, Amber. I have a friend who’s flat-chested,” I said, thinking of Sandra. “She has men calling her for dates every day.” I didn’t think it was appropriate to mention that Sandra was also an escort and dates were her bread and butter.
Without being obvious, we watched as The Bug started smiling, giggling, or laughing at everything Danny said.
“She was a bitch in high school,” Hannah muttered as she appeared at my side. Shaking her head, she added, “Now she’s just a bitchy whore. She’ll date anyone that has a decent paycheck.”
“Then she’s barking up the wrong tree,” I said to Hannah. “Danny’s broke and has five or six years of more schooling before he gets that paycheck.”
“Aren’t you going to break that up,” Hannah asked, indicating Danny and The Bug.
I laughed, “Unless she can promise him sex within the hour, there’s nothing to worry about. We were just in the barn wondering how soon we could return to the hotel without being rude.”
“Mmm,” Hannah replied with a private smile. “I can remember a few trips I took to that barn with a boyfriend. Made me want to leave to find someplace more private, too.” Hannah laughed as she became aware of Amber and Brie listening intently. “Don’t worry, Little Ones. I’m sure you’ll both take a few boyfriends to the barn, too.”
Danny finally got moving again with The Bug still glued to his arm. Amber, Brie, and Hannah moved away as he approached.
“I was busy cleaning off my boot,” I said to Danny while holding out my foot, making sure The Bug saw the Gucci logo. “I haven’t had time to find Stan to ask him to give us a ride back to our hotel room.”
Danny said he’d find Stan and The Bug finally let go of his arm as he walked away. As soon as he was a decent distance away I took off the gloves. “Don’t you think it’s a little tacky to zoom the bride’s brother the day before her wedding?”
“I don’t know what you’re saying. We were just talking about old times,” The Bug smiled.
“Wow,” I said. “We are so alike and yet so different. I kinda almost feel sorry for you.”
“You feel sorry for me?”
“I said almost sorry,” I replied. “I’m sorry you tossed away a great guy like Danny when you had your chance. I’m sorry that Danny was ready to walk through fire for you and you treated him like dirt. I’m sorry you’re ready to chase anything that earns more than minimum wage. I’m sorry you’ve gained weight. I’m sorry that after years of baking in the sun your skin is going to look like cracked leather by the time you’re thirty,” I said advancing a step. “I’m sorry you feel it’s appropriate to show up in a padded bra and spandex looking like a tramp at the bride’s house on the weekend of her wedding. I’m even sorry you wore stiletto heels in soft dirt. Honey, don’t you know that’s a sure-fire way to break off a heel on those cheap knock-offs?”
I took another step towards The Bug. “I’m sorry that only now do you realize that Danny is going to earn fifty times what anyone you’re currently screwing is gonna make and you won’t be there to spend it. But, most of all, I’m sorry that after years of being used like a cheap sex toy, your high school sweetheart still hasn’t put a ring on your finger. What’s the matter? Is he starting to get tired of the same-old, same-old with you?”
“I don’t see any bling on your finger,” The Bug tried to mount a small attack.
“Danny and I were talking about just that on the train ride up here,” I told The Bug, taking another step and forcing her backwards. “We agreed that this weekend is all about his sister and it would be rude to do anything, like announcing an engagement, that might take the focus off the bride on her day…”
I would have continued if a small body hadn’t collided with my side. Throwing her arms around me, Amber squealed, “Oh my Gawd! You and Danny are engaged? This is great! I gotta tell Mom!”
Aww, crap! I’d forgotten that short girls have big ears. It was too late to catch Amber as she ran for the house. Besides, I had business to finish with The Bug. “This is what’s going to happen,” I told The Bug. “You’re leaving. Now! Tomorrow you’ll show up at the wedding, smiling and doing everything to make Hannah happy. You’ll smile through the ceremony. You’ll smile for the photos and when everyone comes back here for the reception, you won’t!”
“And you think you can stop me,” came a snarky comeback.
“No,” I answered, sizing her up and smiling. Stepping just close enough to loom over her, I threatened, “But if I see you, what I can do is drag you to the barn and shove your face into the biggest cow patty I can find. I’m sooo hoping you don’t believe me.”
I saw Mrs Greene explode out the back door of the house and onto the porch. Looking about for Danny or me, she saw me first. “If you’ll excuse me,” I said pleasantly to The Bug. I had some fast talking to do as Mrs Greene began running to throw her arms around me.
Just then Danny came walking up with Stan. Releasing me, Mrs Greene ran over to engulf him in a bear hug.
“Ahh, what’s going on,” Danny asked as his Mom shook him in her excitement.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” Mrs Greene yelled in his face.
“What?”
“I’m sorry, Danny. I just blurted it out without thinking,” I said.
“What!?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re engaged,” Mrs Greene demanded.
“What!?”
“We didn’t want to announce it this weekend,” I said before Danny could say more. “This is Hannah’s wedding. This weekend is all about her.”
“Oh, that was such a nice thought,” Hannah told me. “But as soon as I saw how pretty you were I was going to hate you no matter what.” But she said that with a smile and a hug. Then she grabbed my left hand. “Where is it? Where is it?”
“What?”
“The engagement ring you got me, of course,” I answered Danny. Turning to Hannah, I answered, “We really hadn’t planned to say anything so I left it home.”
“When? When? When,” Amber cut in to ask excitedly.
“What?”
“The wedding date, Silly,” I cut in before Danny could ruin things. Making it up as I went, I answered, “Ahh, next year about this time, actually. After Danny graduates college and before he starts Grad School or Medical School or whatever school comes next.”
“That is so mature of the both of you not to rush things,” Mrs Greene beamed, obviously relieved we weren’t getting married because I was pregnant. “There will be plenty of time for planning!”
Mrs Greene ran off to inform everyone and as Danny and I followed Stan to the car, I leaned in to whisper, “Don’t worry. I’ll buy it.”
“What?”
“My engagement ring, of course!”
“What!?”
Next Chapter Coming…
