2017 erotic stories: State of Affair – Chapter 4
Fiction, Consensual Sex, Job/Place-of-work, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female
Eighteen year olds working together on their relationship.
Day three 7/11/??
I awoke and rolled off the bed, headed for the bathroom. “I need to go too.”
I turned back and gave Mitzi a hand to help her up and out of bed.
She didn’t release my hand as we walked to the bathroom. “You first, I can wait.”
“Thank you.” Mitzi did her thing, then I did my thing, and we brushed our teeth, returned to bed.
“Can we talk?
Mitzi crawled on top of me, “I want us to be intimate while we talk.”
“A woman after my heart.”
A little maneuvering and we were coupled, “Wow… this is easier than getting my legs kicked.”
“I know, the first time wasn’t fun, because it wasn’t intimate. For me I didn’t feel like I was getting raped. I knew the first few inches was accidental, but then you said ‘Kiddo’, and I reflexibly attacked by trying to hurt you the best I knew how at the moment, which had the unexpected consequence of deeper penetration.”
“I don’t know what to apologize for.”
“It gave me a jolt of turn-on, then you said ‘Kiddo’ again, and got your legs kicked again and your cock hit something inside me that turned me on like a light-bulb. You started pulling out and that was turning me on too. It felt too good to stop, so I wrapped my arms around you and the next I knew, I had two orgasms.”
“That something inside was the cervix. It’s at the far end of the vagina.”
“You started pulling out again, and evidently I wasn’t done yet, because I was turned on more and latched on you again and wouldn’t stop until I passed out from two more orgasms.”
“You didn’t seem to feel much pain for a virgin’s first time.”
“I was shopping one day and found a product I could use packaged in tapered bottles, which came in two sizes, so I bought them and repackaged the product.”
“What was the product?”
“A Mexican Salsa.”
“Mild, Medium, or Hot?”
“Hot, I like spicy food.”
“A hot hottie after my heart, I like spicy too. Sugar and spice and everything nice.”
“The big bottle wasn’t quite big enough. You tore me anyway. The lust cancelled out almost all of the pain, so I got my orgasms thanks to you.”
“I thought it was great, but I have nothing to compare it with, and the good thing about our lack of experience is no STD’s.”
“It’s like we’ve been gifted.”
“Remember? I told your Dad I don’t believe in coincidence.”
“Yes I’ve seen things click in place a few times.”
“Click is the exact word I’ve used more than a few times describing how some things in the past have worked out.”
Mitzi had mentioned her calendar during baling yesterday saying our first intercourse was on the fifth day since ovulation, so there is no risk of pregnancy until seven days before her coming ovulation.
I know there is a period involved in the roughly twenty-eight day cycle, but I’ll have to do more research as we continue (It’s our rookie year, we don’t know everything).
During our conversation we had been stimulating our coupling to keep our interest in at least one orgasm this morning.
Mitzi’s Warm & Fuzzy is drooling on my nutsack, the left side of Mitzi’s face is resting on my right shoulder while I’m massaging her back, and shoulders.
She could fart and I would still be happy.
Mitzi slid her right knee up beside me, then the left knee up beside me. She sat up at a forty-five degree angle, which helped me massage her breasts.
I can’t describe her breasts, because my description would fall short of their perfection.
“My clit is rubbing you. It’s twenty percent bigger than average. My breasts are A-cup in June ’til a little after Thanksgiving, then the bra gets tight ’til I can’t breath, and I add an extension to the back-strap. After Christmas, they gradually downsize back to A-cup by June. They’ve been that way the last three years.”
“Sophomore year second week of December you were wearing a Lavender shirt open at the third button, which was one of my favorite shirts by the way. You were bent over tying your shoe and I saw a breast bulging out of your bra. I guess it was a B-cup breast in an A-cup bra. I wanked off two times as soon as I got home that day. Worked ’til 10:30, and wanked off when I went to bed. I slept good that night.”
“I didn’t know I was that lascivious.”
“I’ve never seen you display intentional lascivious behavior. I bought a hundred dollars of Lavender seed for the coming spring and planted most of the perimeter of my 40 acres with Lavender.”
“I did that to you?”
“Without even trying.”
She had lain back down on my chest and scooted up a smidgen, so she could kiss my lips.
“How do you know about clit sizes?”
“I found a medical comparative sizes study in Nurses’ School, and discovered my size 3/4 to 1 inch is in the 5 percent bracket, while the 1 1/4 inch is 5.5 percent bracket. 88 percent of women have 3/4 inch or less.”
“You’re a Nurse?”
“Nope, I’m a CNA.”
“That’s nice, I’ve always had a lot of respect for caregivers.”
“Thank you Paul, that’s the first time I’ve heard anyone say that. I’ve heard a lot of firsts from you.”
Her shoulder-blade length hair tented our heads, creating a pleasant shade from the light of the bed-table lamp.
Mitzi got a little more aggressive. I relaxed just being the supporting actor for her activity. I was half inside of her because we were kissing and tongue-wrestling. I repeatedly squeezed her buttocks readying her for climax.
Mitzi scooted down for full penetration and I lengthened my strokes and waited… her first orgasm hit hard and I bucked into her and she yelped and clamped her pussy tighter on my cock while her walls were spasming the length I could feel, and Mitzi went into her second climax, which triggered my ejaculations and made sure she got the most of it before slowing down, so she could enjoy the aftershocks.
Mitzi was still on top when I awoke two hours later. I kissed her forehead and massaged her shoulders, she stirred, awakening. I gave her a Tic-tac.
I lifted her by her armpits and lowered her lips to mine and kissed her full on the mouth and lifted her again and lowered until I had as much left breast in my mouth as I could, sucking and licking and nipping (gentle).
She started thrashing trying to get away, “Paul, I gotta go to the bathroom!” I switched to her right breast and treated it in kind. She squawked and thrashed more.
I let her down to the side and got my right arm under the back of her legs and the other around her back at shoulder-blade level, started for the bathroom, “Toilet or shower?”
I stood her on her feet, and held a hand to steady her as she sat down. “You don’t look too shabby first thing in the morning Mitzi.”
“Gaaa, you gotta be kidding.”
I kissed her mouth again. “Teasing, and not kidding.”
Showering together is so practical, I don’t know why most people don’t.
Scrubbing each other does a more better thorough cleaning, especially in hard to reach places.
I’ll talk to Mom and Dad about that. That’ll rile them up.
“You have a doctor appointment at nine. You and Janice are going in together. One of the reasons why is so you can watch out for each other. I hope you two will be friends. I know she embarrassed you, but I think she’ll lighten up.”
“Janice is thinking the same thing. She called me yesterday while you were in the Barn, and told me about the appointment.”
“Uncle Bill turned the last of our second cutting yesterday, he’ll go out first thing today to turn the hay again to help dry it. All of us will start later in the driest area first. We’ll bale while Uncle Bill rakes ahead of us.”
“We finish today?”
“Yes. “Uncle Bill has arranged a crew of cousins to clean the Tractor and Baler thoroughly when we get back to the Barn, and while they are doing that. We get ready and go on a date.”
“I’ve never had a date.”
“We should invite our parents to The Steak and Lobster House at 7:00pm, and they can bring Janice and April, it would be good for them too.”
“Wonderful idea, maybe we can invite Uncle Bill and Aunt Lucy to supper later this week.”
“I second the motion.”
The entire conversation above took place while we did the normal bathroom routines; showering together, drying each other, getting dressed.
I went out and did the pre-start maintenance on the 240T, while Mitzi fixed breakfast.
Bluetooth enabled me to keep working while I called to invite Dad and Mom and Janice to supper tonight.
“Thanks Paul, I’ll tell your mother.”
Found a place in Town to park our tractor-baler, Mom showed up moments later. Mitzi and I got in the car, and Mom dropped me off at Dad’s firm while Janice got in the car, so I could do some research while awaiting their return from the Doctor appointment.
The phone chirped. Wow that was quick, they’re on their way back to me.
I opened the car door to giggling. They must have talked about something that gave them giggle-fits.
I was hoping to hear the story as I slid in by Mitzi, “Janice and I got BC prescriptions, they had us watch a graphic ten minute video about STDs, It’s ugly.”
“Did Mom see it?”
“Yes, the Doctor also gave us a forty-five minute DVD to share with others.”
Janice got out to go back to work for Dad, still giggling.
When we entered the hay field, Uncle Bill was almost at the far end of the first windrow, so we lined up at the beginning, kicked in the PTO that drives the baler, lowered the Pickup that gathers the windrowed hay, and feeds into the baler, engaged the drive, and off like a herd of turtles (sloe moe).
“You said you are a CNA?”
“Yes, but my client left, so I end up with no job, so I have time to spend with you.”
“You’ve been on The Barn’s payroll since the ninth, 2:30am.”
“2:30am? I was there earlier than that.”
“Uncle Bill read the Thesis, said you’re not getting paid for sleeping on the job.”
“At least I got paid for kicking your ass.”
“Tell that to the girls in the locker room.”
“What are my wages?
“We’re not married, so he wouldn’t tell me, but I’m offering stud service as part of the package.”
“Best I’ve ever been paid.”
“Medical insurance kicks in thirty days after hire date. Sell your car and drop all of your insurance, because you’ll be driving company rigs for the rest of your career.
“What about driving to school?”
“You’re on call 24/7. Your job description requires a company vehicle while you are on call.”
“Everything is clickity clacking along.”
“Thankfully, but it might get rough, because there are entities that don’t like marriage, and our marriage will be tested.”
“They say that in Church. How would you deal with that?”
“An old Pastor told me about his first Church. Had a couple that were married, but not to each other. He told them that wasn’t what God wants them involved in, and they said they were in love.”
“Must have been awful. Did their spouses know what was going on?”
“No. They thought they had good marriages, and kids too.”
“Pastor was raised on a Dairy farm, so he was always up at 4:00 in the morning. Started praying in the Sanctuary at 5:00 in the morning. Prayed an hour every morning, but Sunday for everyone and everything he could think of. The couple finally received and heeded the convictions God wanted them to have and they separated and got closer to their respective spouses.
Pastor actually enjoys praying like that every day and hasn’t stopped.”
“We haven’t taken time to pray.”
“I’m sorry Mitzi. I should have taken the lead in that respect. I can say I prayed this morning while getting our equipment ready to go.”
“I prayed while fixing breakfast this morning.”
“Nice to know we are on the same page.”
“Cuz Ralph is working the stack-wagon, the tractor is an 180T. He’ll get further behind picking up bales toward the end of this field, because we are getting farther away from the stack.”
“Just one stack?”
“No, there will be three stacks for this field to reduce tractor run-time and fuel costs. It’s time for you to take the wheel for the rest of this field. There are going to be some rough spots you need to have experience on, so you will know how to deal with difficult situations.”
Mitzi pointed, “There’s a couple by that car in the shade watching us.”
“Happens once in a while. There are people that actually enjoy watching people work. You think about it, they are watching people accomplish something.”
I had already talked to her about my settings and all she had to do is engage the drives, and release the clutch.
Mitzi saw the rough spots coming, and geared down to slow down while maintaining the same rpm just like she had seen me do a few times.
As soon as we were finished baling the field, I took over driving, because I wanted to drive faster to the next field than I would allow her to drive until she has more experience.
“Well, Mitzi, you can bale this field from start to finish. It’ll be a lot rougher, so we’ll go one gear lower. It’s what I had to do during first cutting.”
“OK.” And stayed in the Buddy-seat until I got to the door, so she would have room to reach the driver’s seat. Kind of a dosey-doe we have to do when we trade seats.
Mitzi and I do a lot of talking during our tractor-times, and it makes time fly. For the last two windrows we went up one gear because the terrain wasn’t as rough as earlier. We finished a little earlier than expected and got to the Barn at 3:45. Cleaned all our gear out of the cab, and headed to the cabin for a shower and maybe a half-hour nap.
“There! Right there!”
We’re standing belly to belly in the shower relaxing in each other’s arms. My hands are roaming up and down her spine, and Mitzi is sensitive at the bottom of the small of her back. “Here?”
“Tell me about it, so I can understand what’s going on?”
“Right where you have your finger rubbing next to my spine excites my clitoris.”
“How about this side?”
Mitzi writhed into me in the excitement, “Paul! You knew about that spot didn’t you?”
“I saw a tiny little mention of it a couple of years ago in a trivia book, and hoped I could try it on you.”
“Two years ago?”
“Just before the lavender shirt incident. I also liked how serious you were, in fact this morning is the first time I ever saw you involved in a giggle-fit.”
“You’ve never been in a girls’ locker-room. Were you praying for me? I mean, is that why I wound up in your bed?”
“Not that I know of. Jesus rebuking his disciples for not praying an hour with him, and the old Pastor praying an hour every morning caused me to start praying an hour first thing in the morning. The first time I tried, I lasted five minutes. I had to make a prayer list long enough to last through an hour of prayer. I knew the first people on the list had to be my enemies, then family, friends, acquaintances, people I encounter through a normal day, and a few oddballs. You are the first one in the friends category.”
“Because you were the first one I thought of. The first time I started my freshman year was January at the beginning of the second semester, because I missed the first semester.
“Must have been hard to start in the middle of the school-year.”
“Yes there were some classes I couldn’t take because they were two-semester classes. Fortunately there was almost enough classes to fill my school day requirements, and I took math even though it was a two-semester class, because I figured I could challenge it at the end of the school year for a full year’s credit.”
“Did it work?”
“It wasn’t working very well, so I called Dad and waited for him, and when he got there, we went back in the Principal’s office, and I explained that while they were twiddling their thumbs during three and a half months of the first semester, I was working eighty to ninety hours a week. It seems like I should get some credit for work-ethic.”
“I got full credits for the math class and five credits for work based learning.”
“I got my point across. That was the end of school, and I saw you the first day of your freshman year. I heard people call you Mitzi, and later I saw your last name on a roster for a class we were in together. We were taking classes together, because I didn’t start them the last school year. I traded my study-hall times for other classes just to make sure I was far enough ahead to avoid something like what happened in my freshman year.”
“I’m doing the same thing. I want out this coming January.”
“We’ll be married before September, so they’ll probably confront us about the marriage when we start back to school. When you have the credits to graduate in January it’ll be taken care of even if we have to assert some credits for work based learning.”
In the midst of the conversation we had finished our shower, missed our nap, got dressed for dinner, and hit the road for The Steak and Lobster House!
Surprised to see Uncle Bob there. He introduced a Glenn and Susan Bates in their forties to me, and said he had a flight gig and had to leave, so he checked with Dad to see if the couple could join our group for entertainment. No problem we just happened to have room for two more.
Everybody settled down around the seven foot diameter table which seats ten comfortably, and the four foot six inch Lazy-Susan in the center held the condiments around the outer edge within easy reach.
I performed the introduction of the Bates couple visa versa the family members at the table, explaining that Uncle Bob had an unexpected job pop up, which he couldn’t turn down, and left the Bates couple stranded for entertainment.
Everybody ordered, opting for the Steak and Lobster combo special. A few of us ordered something more than water to drink.
“What’s up with your Lavender crop? Are you going to be able to make a profit?”
That was a good question from Mitzi’s Dad. “I’m sure there are a few rumors floating around about what I’m up to, but harvesting a seed crop, and some blossoms for perfume is about all I can do right now.”
“I’ve heard it’s hard to get a good return after expenses.”
“That’s true, especially in America, because production costs are higher than other countries.
“Lavender doesn’t require much water, fertilizer, or pesticide, but turning Lavender into useful products is spendy. There is a saying among the insiders that it’s like putting a two dollar plant in a two hundred dollar hole.
“I had initially planted a hundred dollars of English Lavender seed on a whim, then in the same spring I planted two hundred dollars of Grosso Lavender. I plan to set up a Presto log machine to deal with the waste in the Lavender line, timber trimmings and scraps from cleaning up thirty acres of woodland.”
“You looked down the front of Mitzi’s lavender shirt and saw a B Cup boob trying to escape from an A Cup bra , and as soon as you got home you wanked off two times and went to work, and when you got home at 10:30, you wanked off again and fell asleep. Then you ordered a hundred dollars of Lavender seed. That was a whim?”
I glanced at Mitzi and noted the blush going way down inside the front of her blouse, Janice did it again.
“Now I know why you girls had a giggle-fit in the car this morning.”
In the meantime April giggled, then somebody laughed and the rest of the table joined in.
I ruefully shook my head, “I slept good that night.”
“Dad? As your client, I suggest you talk with your employee about embarrassing your client in public.”
“Objection noted son, I’ll take that under advisement. Janice will be working a little earlier tomorrow.”
In the midst of the buzz of conversations, Susan Bates asked Mitzi how she liked driving tractors.
“Oh, you’re the couple we saw standing by the car in the shade watching us! Paul is teaching me to deal with difficult moments of driving tractors and what trails behind like the baler we used today. Paul told me the tractor I was driving today can pick itself straight up off the ground, can you imagine that?”
“Do you have that video in your tablet Susan?”
Why yes Glenn, do you want me to show her.”
Susan dug an electronic tablet out of her tote, and found the video and walked around the table to show it to Mitzi.
The video showed the tractor rigged with cables to stabilize it. A driver came on scene, walked to the tractor, climbed up and inside, started the machine; put it in gear, the wheels turned and the four foot diameter pulleys on the rear axle wound the cables lifting the tractor six feet in the air while the stabilizers kept the tractor level.
“Mitzi. I guess a clarified introduction is in order. Glenn Bates is top dog of AgTech, which is the parent company of Baler Inc.”
“I paid Paul twenty-five thousand dollars for that video when he was sixteen. Every time we run that video on public media, we pay Paul two hundred dollars.”
“I’ve never heard anything like that!”
“It’s the tractor you drove this morning Mitzi. I’m the driver in the video.”
“Oh my goodness sakes alive!”
“Are the waivers signed off, so you can have the thumb-drive Mr. Bates?”
“Yes, I talked with your Dad earlier today. Call me Glenn, you earned my respect two years ago.”
“You knew who Glenn Bates was all along?”
“That’s true Mitzi. I set up that video two years ago. Uncle Bob helped me get some of the gear I needed to make it happen. Then Uncle Bob showed AgTech a copy of the DVD. I ended up signing the rights to use the DVD over to AgTech, and they pay me royalties every time they use it. Glenn Bates signed the contract, and wrote the twenty-five thousand dollar check. Today is the first time I’ve seen him.”
“You weren’t surprised to see him.”
“Glenn reassigned his best engineer, Evan Cole to Chief Engineer in Baler Inc., and Evan fired every engineer and tech in Baler R&D except one of each. Glenn was already aware of what I was doing to improve their baler pickup.”
“It’s one of those coincidences that clicks in place at the right time. Uncle Bob and Glenn are war buddies, they’ve probably saved each other’s lives a dozen times.”
“That’s a lot.”
“The other side was using real bullets.”
“When you put it like that, yipes!”
We got home at 9:00pm and stripped and drug our butts to the shower and held each other upright under the warm water.
“I don’t want to disappoint you Mitzi. I don’t want to get started tonight and fall asleep in the middle.”
‘I’m tired too. We’ll figure this out some day. I’m OK with this, I love you dearly. We’ll be fine.”
Parent Post: State of Affair – by Hew 180
- State of Affair - Chapter 2
- State of Affair - Chapter 3
- State of Affair - Chapter 4
- State of Affair - Chapter 5