State of Affair – Chapter 4

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?
“Sure, anytime.”

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?”

“Toilet.”

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.