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ride towards the deeper part of the property is slow at first out of respect for Jazz, but the minute she gets fed up pretending she can't ride, she takes off trying her best to keep me in her tracks. We travel towards the back edge of the line that gets closer to the actual orchards, but veer off towards a path rarely used.
As we slow down to a trot, coming up on one of my favorite clean ponds in the perfect gathering of trees, I say, “Historical landmark right here.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yup. Each of my brother's lost their virginity at this very spot.”
Jazz snickers, head shaking. “Not surprised.”
Halting my horse I hop down and lead Cash over to grab a drink before tying him up. Watching as she does the same, I try not to get swept away in the swaying of her hips. Wonder if she would sway like that on top of me. Sweat drifts down her neck between her boobs and the only thing I can continue to picture is how that would look with her straddling me, the sweat from riding me instead of some goddamn horse. Fuck. I've got no business thinking about my boss naked or crying out my name, but Pa’s speech about living life is speaking louder than my conscious. More importantly, my moral compass is pointing up for only her. Haven't fucked a girl in so long, I'm not sure if my nuts are blue or purple. At what point do testicles explode from lack of coming?
“They never wasted time rubbing it in my face over breakfast when they came over. I hated family breakfasts before school almost as much as family dinners after. I was thankful when Ma and Pa started cutting back on them.”
Sensing some resentment in my voice, she attempts to pull the conversation back to the lighter direction. “So why did they all pick this spot?”
“Because whatever big brother Jo did, so did they all. Growing up, it was all about being like your big brother. Not just in our family, but in general. If you had siblings, most of the time you aimed to be just like them when you could.”
“But you're the oldest. Shouldn't they wanna be like you?”
I shrug. “I don't count. Besides, Jo and I aren't that far in age. Born within less than a year of each other.”
“Classic Irish twins,” her description in our close ages makes me slightly smile. “Wait. You said all your brothers. What about you? You lose it here too?”
“Nope. Lost my virginity in the back of my truck, like a gentleman.” I give my horse a good pat.
She mimics my action with her own horse. “That's gentlemanly? Now you sound like Glove.”
Laughing at the remark, I reply, “It's not a fucking romance novel. There wasn't a dramatic sword fight for the lady's honor then a room of candles lit by the house maid--”
“But you have housemaids.”
“That's...not the point.”
“But it is a valid point.”
“Do you wanna hear the rest of the story or not?” With a simple wave of her hand she lets me continue as we relocate closer to the water. “Tammy Turner. We'd gone out for a couple months. One day making out went further than expected and it just sort of happened.”
“Typical.”
“Never said it wasn't. Just said it wasn't like theirs.” She hums as a reply and I say, “Come on. Was your first time really that romantic?”
Jazz looks off in the distance briefly before snapping back to me. “No-huh. No questions. The bet was, if I could keep up, you had to tell me how many times you thought
As we slow down to a trot, coming up on one of my favorite clean ponds in the perfect gathering of trees, I say, “Historical landmark right here.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yup. Each of my brother's lost their virginity at this very spot.”
Jazz snickers, head shaking. “Not surprised.”
Halting my horse I hop down and lead Cash over to grab a drink before tying him up. Watching as she does the same, I try not to get swept away in the swaying of her hips. Wonder if she would sway like that on top of me. Sweat drifts down her neck between her boobs and the only thing I can continue to picture is how that would look with her straddling me, the sweat from riding me instead of some goddamn horse. Fuck. I've got no business thinking about my boss naked or crying out my name, but Pa’s speech about living life is speaking louder than my conscious. More importantly, my moral compass is pointing up for only her. Haven't fucked a girl in so long, I'm not sure if my nuts are blue or purple. At what point do testicles explode from lack of coming?
“They never wasted time rubbing it in my face over breakfast when they came over. I hated family breakfasts before school almost as much as family dinners after. I was thankful when Ma and Pa started cutting back on them.”
Sensing some resentment in my voice, she attempts to pull the conversation back to the lighter direction. “So why did they all pick this spot?”
“Because whatever big brother Jo did, so did they all. Growing up, it was all about being like your big brother. Not just in our family, but in general. If you had siblings, most of the time you aimed to be just like them when you could.”
“But you're the oldest. Shouldn't they wanna be like you?”
I shrug. “I don't count. Besides, Jo and I aren't that far in age. Born within less than a year of each other.”
“Classic Irish twins,” her description in our close ages makes me slightly smile. “Wait. You said all your brothers. What about you? You lose it here too?”
“Nope. Lost my virginity in the back of my truck, like a gentleman.” I give my horse a good pat.
She mimics my action with her own horse. “That's gentlemanly? Now you sound like Glove.”
Laughing at the remark, I reply, “It's not a fucking romance novel. There wasn't a dramatic sword fight for the lady's honor then a room of candles lit by the house maid--”
“But you have housemaids.”
“That's...not the point.”
“But it is a valid point.”
“Do you wanna hear the rest of the story or not?” With a simple wave of her hand she lets me continue as we relocate closer to the water. “Tammy Turner. We'd gone out for a couple months. One day making out went further than expected and it just sort of happened.”
“Typical.”
“Never said it wasn't. Just said it wasn't like theirs.” She hums as a reply and I say, “Come on. Was your first time really that romantic?”
Jazz looks off in the distance briefly before snapping back to me. “No-huh. No questions. The bet was, if I could keep up, you had to tell me how many times you thought
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