Chapter 5 #3
“I’m a farmer. I get up early every morning. But on the weekends, I try to cut myself some slack and sleep in a bit. Everybody deserves a day off.”
“You are so right. We’re closed on Sundays. Some people complain about it, but most of the farmers don’t buy on Sundays anyway. They’re too busy with church. So if we were open, we’d have virtually no business anyway. Might as well take the day off.”
You should ask, Kyle. “So what church do you go to?”
“I don’t. I hope that’s not a problem.”
“Oh, no. Not at all. I don’t either. But let me tell you about this date I went on.” He never called her by name, but he told her about the date with Nanette. “And you should’ve seen her face when I mentioned oral sex. I thought she was going to have a stroke!”
Gina was laughing hysterically. “I bet! That’s so damn funny! She made you feel like a porn star!”
He was laughing too. “No shit! Should’ve seen her face when I said that!
I mean, the woman doesn’t even watch TV!
It’s crazy.” When their laughter finally died down, Kyle shook his head.
“I was about ready to give up. I went on one date after another and they were all disasters. Well, all except for Leticia. She was nice.”
“But you didn’t go out with her again?”
He shook his head and cupped his crotch.
She let out a gasp. “So was this a discovery?”
“No. She told me straight up, which I appreciated. But that’s not why we didn’t go out again. She just had very different ideas about life.”
“I bet!” Gina said.
“No, no! Nothing like that! She just isn’t much of a homebody, and I don’t go out much.”
“You don’t go out much?” He shook his head. “Then I feel very special.”
“You are very special.”
“But otherwise, you would’ve been open to it? Dating a trans woman?”
Kyle nodded. “Yeah. I’m willing to experience new things. Love is love. I don’t think that should have limitations.”
The room fell silent, and Kyle knew it was getting a little uncomfortable, but he didn’t care. He had to say what he was thinking, what he was feeling. “Truth is, I really don’t want you to go. Is that wrong?”
There was a look in her eyes, one he hadn’t seen in a woman’s eyes in a long, long time, when she said, “I really want to stay. Is that wrong?”
Reaching out, he took her hand. “We are both adults.”
“And we can do what we want,” she said, nodding in agreement.
“And I really want you to stay.”
She smiled. “I really don’t want to go.”
“What about work tomorrow?”
Gina snickered. “Sabrina set us up. She can just suck it.”
“There ya go. I like the way you think, Ms. Pritchard.”
“And I like the way you think, Mr. Miller.” Scooting down the length of the sofa, she got close enough that her knees were up and resting on his chest, her ass against his thigh. “I want to get to know you better—a lot better.”
“I think that can be arranged.” Sweeping a stray strand of hair from her face with a finger, he looked into her eyes. “You turn me on, Gina. But more than that, I’m happy when I’m with you.”
“I’m happy when I’m with you too. I’d be even happier if we were in that big bed of yours back there.”
“That also can be arranged. Come on.” When he stood, he reached down for her hand, and she grasped his and let him pull her to standing. The house was quiet as they made their way to the bedroom. “The bathroom is yours. Let me get my toothbrush and I’ll go to the bathroom in the hallway.”
“You don’t have to—”
“No, but I will anyway. I’ll be back in a minute.
” Kyle retrieved his toothbrush and headed to the hall bathroom.
Myla used it, and there was plenty of toothpaste in there.
When he heard the water come on in the shower in his room, he turned on the shower in that bathroom and climbed in.
It was a pretty sure bet all she was doing was rinsing off, so he did the same.
Sure enough, when he turned off the water, she’d already turned it off in there too, and he wondered what he’d find when he got back to the bedroom.
He figured a towel around his waist was enough as he wandered back to the bedroom barefoot, and when he got there, she was still in the bathroom.
so he just sat down on the side of the bed.
He’d never had to seduce Becky. They’d always been together.
But this … this was different. He didn’t know Gina that well, but he wanted to know her better.
It had been a long time, too long, since he’d been with a woman, and he was far more nervous than he’d ever dreamed he’d be.
He’d always heard people talking about “doing what comes naturally,” but he wasn’t sure if it would actually work for him.
Hell, would he even remember how it was done?
A sound arrested his thoughts and he turned. Her voice was soft, almost timid, when she said, “Hi.”
“Hey.” It was all he could manage as he looked at her standing there, the towel wrapped around her, tucked into itself above those breasts he longed to see bare. He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he asked, “All done?”
“Yep.” It seemed to him that she was a little awkward too. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” How could I say no? I’m getting ready to have sex with her and I don’t want to answer her question? That would be weird. And my thoughts are running away with me. I’ve got to rein in my crazy shit. “Ask me anything.”
“How long has it been for you?”
“Uh, how long, you mean …” he answered and pointed over his shoulder at the mattress.
“Yeah. It’s been over five years for me. How long for you?”
“I haven’t been with anybody since Becky died.” Oh, god, I sound pathetic, he told himself.
“I haven’t been with anybody since before they sent him off to prison. I guess we’re in the same boat, huh?” she asked, her voice trembling a little. Crossing the room to him, she sat down beside him on the edge of the bed. “Look, we can still back out if you want to. I mean, we don’t have to—”
“I don’t want to back out.” Be honest with her, Miller. It took a little internal coaxing before he stammered out, “But I have to admit, I’m a bit nervous.”
She gave a tremulous little twitter. “So am I! Isn’t that funny? I’ve got two kids and you’ve got one, and we’re nervous about this.”
He chuckled a little. “Yeah. It is kinda funny.”
“So, are you a tit man, an ass man, or a leg man?” she asked and grinned.
Kyle closed his eyes, dropped his head, and laughed silently. When he finally lifted his head, he opened his eyes and grinned. “I-I-I-I … guess you could say I’m a tit man.”
She grinned. “Yeah? That’s good, because I’m short and I don’t have much in the leg department.”
“You’re not that short, and you do have beautiful legs.”
She looked back over her shoulder. “I guess my ass isn’t too bad.”
“Your ass is beautiful.”
“Well, that only leaves my tits, and if you want to see them, you’ll have to take this towel off me.” There was a wicked gleam in her eyes as she spoke and Kyle could feel all the blood in his body rushing toward his cock. Damn. She was direct, he’d give her that.
He cursed the little bit of tremor in his hands as he reached toward her, and when he pulled the towel free, he was delighted to find two hard, peaked nipples there, pointing slightly upward on her slightly downward-hanging breasts.
And they were big too, plenty big. One glance south told him she did serious landscaping down low, and he wanted to see more of that as well.
He wanted to grab those tits and squeeze them hard, but he had something else he wanted to do first.
Reaching for her, he pulled her to him and kissed her.
It wasn’t one of the sweet, polite little kisses he’d given her before.
It was more like a full-on invasion of her mouth.
To his delight, she responded and came right back at him.
God, she was amazing, soft and warm, and her lips fit his perfectly.
His kisses were greedy, hoping they were passing along the knowledge that he wanted her, all of her, and hers told him she was ready and hungry for him.
They fell back onto the mattress. He didn’t realize until the air hit his hardened dick that she’d undone the towel at his waist, and in seconds, her hand trailed up its length, her fingertips teasing the crown.
As he rolled toward her, she threw a leg over his waist and arched her back slightly to offer him her breasts.
Slipping his hands under them to cup them, he relished their weight and shape.
They were perfect, and when he lifted one slightly and trapped her nipple in his lips, she let out a hiss that clearly carried the message—she wanted more.
His fingers left her nipple and traveled down her thigh, and when they reached the tiny furry strip she’d left, she opened her legs for him and rolled to her back.
It was firm and larger than he’d expected, and stroking it was easy. Looking down into her face, he watched as her eyes closed and her lips parted ever so slightly. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he breathed onto her skin before he kissed the soft spot at the hollow of her neck.
“That feels so good. It’s been so long,” she mumbled.
“But you do it for yourself, don’t you?” He knew she was bound to masturbate. A body like that needed sex.
“Yeah, but it’s not the same as having someone else do it, taking the control factor out. That’s completely different.” Her breathing was growing labored, and he wanted to watch her come apart. Five more strokes and he could feel her hips start to rock forward and back. “Oh, god,” she whispered.
“That’s it, baby. Let go. I know you want to. I want to watch your hips thrust and your tits shake when you come, Gina. Let go and come for me, babe.”
“Oh, Kyle, I … I need it so bad. Oh, god, I do. I, oh, I’m going to, oh …” He grinned as her hips powered upward and her belly spasmed. “Oh, god! Oh, please, Kyle, no more. Please? Oh, god, please?”
“You need to keep going. Get it all out, babe,” he said as she grew more frantic, his strokes slowing but never stopping.