Being Neighborly(22)

Is it strange owning and working a farm I’m not currently living on? Some days, but being able to fall asleep next to Bethany every night makes it worth it.

Slipping my hand between us, my fingers furiously circle her clit until she comes all over my cock. Ladies always first, I wait till she’s done before I follow. She teases me about it, but ever since I regained feeling in my foot, sex standing up has been my downfall. I can’t lie; it makes me feel powerful, and knowing I’m not going to trip or drop her takes all the anxiety out of it.

“Ready, hornball.”

I lower her legs and kiss her. “I love your pet names, darling.”

She gives my ass a squeeze before going to the bathroom to clean up. Ever since she went on the pill, we’ve been condom free. I’ve never experienced that before her, the feeling of absolutely nothing between us. If I thought sex was addictive before, it’s even more so now.

“All better?” I joke once she’s all done.

“I should have just left it and had you explain to your parents why I had cum running down my leg.”

I cringe and shake my head as she laughs at me. Once she’s close enough, I pull her in for another kiss.

She pulls away, grabbing my hand and tugging me to the door. “No way, mister, we’re already late enough.”

“Like being outside will stop me,” I argue, vividly recalling the time I bent her over the back of my truck, that time on the front porch or the time chasing fireflies turned into chasing each other.

She slips into the driver’s seat. I let her drive my truck one time and now it’s her favorite thing to do. She’s lucky she looks so sexy behind that wheel; only thing I love more than my truck is her.

“Are we bringing anything?” I ask, suddenly realizing my hands are empty.

She tilts her head to the back of the truck. “I carried the cooler out when you were in the shower. There’s extra ice and a fruit salad in it.”

“I would have carried it,” I argue.

“I know but I didn’t want to forget it so I just loaded it while I was thinking about it.”

That’s my girl. She doesn’t wait for someone else to take care of her. She just does it. It doesn’t always work out well. I smile to myself remembering the first time I met her. If she hadn’t been stuck under the table she was trying to put together all by herself, she might not have made as great of an impression on me. I won’t ever know for sure, but either way, she’s had me hook, line and sinker since day one.

Bethany parks not far from where the tents are set up. We’re lucky it’s a good day for a picnic. We’ve had nothing but rain the past week but it was sunny yesterday and there isn’t a cloud in the sky today as well. The ground has dried up nicely so it’s grassy and not muddy where the grills are set up.

The kids are running around blowing bubbles while the grownups are socializing in circles not far from the keg. There’s a table with drinks and cups for folks to serve themselves.

I grab Bethany’s hand, lifting her knuckles to my lips. “Uh oh, somebody brought a box of wine. I’m guessing I’m driving home tonight.”

She giggles, covering her mouth. My girl loves some wine in a box.

I carry the cooler over to the drink table and take out the fruit salad, passing it to Bethany. I watch her walk it over to the dessert table, my eyes glued to the gentle sway of her hips. She turns, right before she reaches the table and gives me the ‘stop looking at my butt’ glare. I ignore her and just keep on staring. She goes around to the backside of the table and starts talking to Bess so I grab a beer and head off to find my dad.

As I suspected, he’s manning one of the grills. “Hey, Pops.”

He lifts his bottle to mine and I clink it. “Hi Beau. Farm is looking real good, son.”

“Thanks. We’ve had a good year. The food bank is thrilled and we’ve been able to barter for a new tractor.”

I should have known better than to mention a new tractor to my dad and expect him not to want to see it. I just didn’t expect him to leave mid-conversation and stick me with grill duty.

“How’d you get stuck grilling?” Bethany asks a bit later as she walks up.

“Mentioned the new tractor to my dad and he took off. I didn’t want the fish to burn so I figured I’d hang out here until he got back.”

“What glass is that?” I tease, pointing to her wine.

She smacks my stomach lightly. “My first.”

My dad makes it back not long after to reclaim his grill duties. Bethany and I make the rounds together to chat and mingle with everyone in attendance. Once the food is ready, we head over to some picnic tables and chow down. As the sun sets, we light tiki torches while the kids start roasting marshmallows. I ease down into an Adirondack style chair and pull Bethany into my lap.