worse but my dad - he’s not one
for just sitting by idly watching his children destroy their
futures - he took me away to our cabin in the mountains for a few
months. I didn’t want to go. I was twenty-two and hotheaded and
stupid, but he tied me up and drove me up there. Once we were
there, it was either stay with dad at the cabin or die trying to
get off the mountain.”
“He tied you
up?” She was giving him a shocked look and he grinned a little.
“Yup. Don’t
worry - I didn’t go all mountain man crazy or anything like that.
In fact, it was just what I needed to get my head straight.”
“Anyway, after
I came back I needed some money to pay off my debt so I started
working construction for a few years.” He stopped as Julie looked
at him expectantly. He had started his own construction company
just over two years ago and although he wasn’t rich, he did okay
for himself. He had actually broke even this year and if he
continued at his current pace he might make a profit next year. He
couldn’t tell any of that to Julie though so he just cleared his
throat and smiled at her.
“Construction
doesn’t pay a whole lot so I started doing this to supplement my
income.”
“So you still
do construction?” She asked.
He hesitated
and unable to completely lie to her, nodded his head. “Yes. Not as
much as I used to but, yeah.”
She smiled. “I
thought you worked outside.”
He frowned at
her. “How did you know?”
She took his
hand and stroked the calluses that were on it. “Your hands.”
He laughed.
“Yeah, I’ve got rough hands.”
She blushed. “I
don’t mind. I think they’re nice.”
She gave him a
look of such earnest desire that he had to take a step back before
he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. She quickly
masked the look of disappointment that crossed her face and
continued to the next room.
“This is my
bedroom.”
He stepped into
the room and stared curiously around. Unlike the rest of the rooms
that had a cold and almost sterile feel to them, this one was warm
and inviting. It was painted a deep yellow and the walls were
adorned with colourful prints. A large multi-coloured quilt hung on
the wall above her bed.
“That’s nice.”
He motioned to the quilt.
“Thank you. My
mother made it while she was pregnant with me.”
He didn’t
reply. His gaze had dropped to her bed. She hadn’t made it and he
stared at the rumpled sheets and the slight indent in her pillow.
Her nightgown, a flimsy yellow piece of silk, was lying on the foot
of her bed. His cock hardened in his pants as he imagined Julie
wearing it. He could almost see her lying in her bed, dressed only
in that wisp of fabric, and waiting for him. It was too easy to
imagine climbing into her bed and curling up next to her warm body.
Too easy to picture her arms wrapping around him while he kissed
and caressed every inch of her naked skin.
“Court?” She
laid a soft hand on his arm. “Are you okay?”
He nodded and
made himself look at her. She inhaled sharply and his eyes dropped
to her chest. She was breathing rapidly, her breasts rising and
falling in that magnificent dress, and her hand tightened on his
arm.
“We should go.”
He said thickly.
“I – I don’t
want to.” She whispered. She stepped closer and pressed her supple
body firmly against him.
“Julie,” he
groaned, “we should have dinner and talk first.”
“Talk about
what?” She bit her bottom lip and then leaned in and placed a soft,
warm kiss on his throat.
His hands
gripped her full hips briefly before moving to her ass and
squeezing hard. She moaned and clung tightly to him before kissing
his throat again.
“We need to
talk about what you’re asking me to do.” He could barely think past
the desire coursing through his veins. “Are you sure – absolutely
sure – that this is what you want?”
She nodded
immediately. “I’m sure. Please, Court. I want you to be my
first.”
He took a deep
breath and she
for just sitting by idly watching his children destroy their
futures - he took me away to our cabin in the mountains for a few
months. I didn’t want to go. I was twenty-two and hotheaded and
stupid, but he tied me up and drove me up there. Once we were
there, it was either stay with dad at the cabin or die trying to
get off the mountain.”
“He tied you
up?” She was giving him a shocked look and he grinned a little.
“Yup. Don’t
worry - I didn’t go all mountain man crazy or anything like that.
In fact, it was just what I needed to get my head straight.”
“Anyway, after
I came back I needed some money to pay off my debt so I started
working construction for a few years.” He stopped as Julie looked
at him expectantly. He had started his own construction company
just over two years ago and although he wasn’t rich, he did okay
for himself. He had actually broke even this year and if he
continued at his current pace he might make a profit next year. He
couldn’t tell any of that to Julie though so he just cleared his
throat and smiled at her.
“Construction
doesn’t pay a whole lot so I started doing this to supplement my
income.”
“So you still
do construction?” She asked.
He hesitated
and unable to completely lie to her, nodded his head. “Yes. Not as
much as I used to but, yeah.”
She smiled. “I
thought you worked outside.”
He frowned at
her. “How did you know?”
She took his
hand and stroked the calluses that were on it. “Your hands.”
He laughed.
“Yeah, I’ve got rough hands.”
She blushed. “I
don’t mind. I think they’re nice.”
She gave him a
look of such earnest desire that he had to take a step back before
he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. She quickly
masked the look of disappointment that crossed her face and
continued to the next room.
“This is my
bedroom.”
He stepped into
the room and stared curiously around. Unlike the rest of the rooms
that had a cold and almost sterile feel to them, this one was warm
and inviting. It was painted a deep yellow and the walls were
adorned with colourful prints. A large multi-coloured quilt hung on
the wall above her bed.
“That’s nice.”
He motioned to the quilt.
“Thank you. My
mother made it while she was pregnant with me.”
He didn’t
reply. His gaze had dropped to her bed. She hadn’t made it and he
stared at the rumpled sheets and the slight indent in her pillow.
Her nightgown, a flimsy yellow piece of silk, was lying on the foot
of her bed. His cock hardened in his pants as he imagined Julie
wearing it. He could almost see her lying in her bed, dressed only
in that wisp of fabric, and waiting for him. It was too easy to
imagine climbing into her bed and curling up next to her warm body.
Too easy to picture her arms wrapping around him while he kissed
and caressed every inch of her naked skin.
“Court?” She
laid a soft hand on his arm. “Are you okay?”
He nodded and
made himself look at her. She inhaled sharply and his eyes dropped
to her chest. She was breathing rapidly, her breasts rising and
falling in that magnificent dress, and her hand tightened on his
arm.
“We should go.”
He said thickly.
“I – I don’t
want to.” She whispered. She stepped closer and pressed her supple
body firmly against him.
“Julie,” he
groaned, “we should have dinner and talk first.”
“Talk about
what?” She bit her bottom lip and then leaned in and placed a soft,
warm kiss on his throat.
His hands
gripped her full hips briefly before moving to her ass and
squeezing hard. She moaned and clung tightly to him before kissing
his throat again.
“We need to
talk about what you’re asking me to do.” He could barely think past
the desire coursing through his veins. “Are you sure – absolutely
sure – that this is what you want?”
She nodded
immediately. “I’m sure. Please, Court. I want you to be my
first.”
He took a deep
breath and she
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