Unfortunately, my quandary continues…

The question is this: Do I go to the state fair this weekend with Julia, the woman who is basically my sister-in-law, and who I’ve had the hots for for the last several years (and who I think has the hots for me too)? And if I do, do I make a mess out of everything – meaning, am I reading into her invitation what I think I am, and do I act on it? Or, am I just a complete and total idiot who’s thinking with his dick?

Decisions, decisions.

Now, the invitation may be very innocent. Realistically, I know it probably is, and that I’m just a big, over-sexed dork. I’ve been pondering the repercussions of tagging along for the last week; ever since Julia sent me the email reminding me about the fair and asking me to go with her because her husband (herein known as ‘Hubby’) won’t. Hubby and my girlfriend Diana – his sister – both seem okay with the idea of Julia and I spending the day – and possibly night – together, alone and unsupervised.

If you read part one of this story, you’ll understand my issues. If not…well, let’s just say that Julia and I have a history of some uncomfortable/embarrassing situations together. Little things scattered here and there over the years. Stuff that’s never amounted to anything, really.

Or maybe I’m wrong.

 

I’ll let you read part one and decide for yourself if I’m just reading things badly, because my cell phone’s ringing, and I should probably answer it.

The caller-I.D. says it’s Julia.

Looks like I might have to give her an answer without the benefit of your help.

***

Well, she asked me again. Sounded all excited; gushed on and on about how much fun we were going to have. I might have smiled.

I said yes. That I’d love to go.

She said she’d pick me up tomorrow, right at noon.

I said I’d be here waiting. Then I hung up and called Diana to let her know and felt guilty during the entire call, wondering what the hell I was getting myself into.

***

When I woke up at nine, Diana had already left for work. I took a quick run, stretched, ate a banana and a bowl of granola, loaded up on my allergy medicine and jumped in the shower. Soaped up, rinsed, and dried off with minutes to spare. The sun was shining and it was already warm out, so I pulled on a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt, packed a day bag with some warmer clothes, and by the time I finished, the doorbell was ringing. I slipped into a worn-out pair of cracked leather hiking boots, grabbed my bag and ran downstairs.

I found Julia with her hands up, pressed against the glass panel of my front door to cut the glare from the sun, peering into the dark house. When she saw me come down the stairs, she grinned and waved. She was totally Gap-ed out: wearing a pale blue, fitted, button-down blouse over a white v-neck t-shirt; the blouse open down just past swell of her breasts and tucked into a tight pair of new khaki walking shorts. Her legs were shaved smooth and still tanned a golden brown from the anniversary vacation she and Hubby had taken to Hawaii a few months ago. Her weight was slightly on the upswing – her breasts were enormous and wobbled as she waved. The sight of her tits bouncing around in all their cannon-ball sized glory made my mouth go dry; dry enough that I had to lick my lips to get the moisture flowing again.

I cleared my throat, waved back and unlocked the door. Opened it and let her in.

She took off her silver-framed racing sunglasses, folded them and tucked them between her breasts. My eyes followed her hand, lingered on the glasses. Vaguely, the Little Devil that lives in my head informed me how lucky they were to be able to rest there. My Little Angel reluctantly agreed.

Julia caught me looking. Smiled. “Hey,” she said, eyeing my pack. “Ready to go?”

“Yep.” I tore my eyes away from her cleavage. “Just let me find my cell phone and my…uh, my sunglasses.”

“Okay.”

She followed me into the dining room (the scene of our last – and my most embarrassing encounter, when she and my mother in law had walked in on me one morning while I was jacking off at the dining room table), stretching as she walked.

“I already packed lunch and stuff for us. You don’t have to bring anything.”

“Really?” I mumbled, and unplugged my cell phone from its charger, and tucked it away in its own little pouch on my bags’ strap. I patted the pouch to make sure everything was secure, and found my sunglasses under the pile of junk mail scattered on the tabletop.

“Um-hmm.”

“I didn’t even think about food, just brought some warmer clothes, in case…” I turned around in time to catch Julia with her elbows up over her head, bent at an angle with her forearms wrapped down behind her neck, still stretching.

Pushing her chest out at me.

Her blouse and t-shirt came un-tucked, pulled slightly out of the waistband of her shorts. Flashed her tan belly, her tiny little waist. I trailed off, stared. She threw a sly, flirtatious grin at me. I blinked and had to lick my lips again.

“Oh, okay.” She yawned and jingled her keys. “Ready?”

“Sure,” I said, thickly. “Let’s go.”

                                

I followed Julia out and locked up. She was parked right at the front curb. She bweeped her new gold Land Rover unlocked. I tossed my bag in the backseat next to hers, and we piled in and buckled up. The soft leather seats crinkled under us as we got comfy. She stuck the key in the ignition and fired the SUV up, turned to me and gave me another grin.

“I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

I nodded as the climate control came on, blasting us with cool air. The stereo blipped on too, something loud blasting out of the speakers. Alannis Morrisette, I think. She turned it down low enough that we could talk without shouting.

“Me too,” I said.

She smiled, pulled out into the street. “Really?”

“Sure.”

“You’re not just being nice, and going with me because no one else would?”

I raised my eyebrow in best Spock fashion. “Why would I do that?”

She shrugged, slipped back on her sunglasses. I found mine and followed her lead: it was bright enough out that I’d have a nice headache later if I didn’t.

“I don’t know, just…,” she frowned, looked kind of sheepish. I decided to pry a bit.

“Just what?”

“Greg and Diana thought it was funny.”

Ah, Greg. Otherwise known as Hubby.

I tried to sound flippant. “Funny, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I want to go.” I turned, gave her my honest eyes. “It sounds fun.”

She turned to me and smiled. “And there’ll be barbecue.”

Our own private joke.

“Ah, God. That’s right. That’s how you got me to come along.”

Julia grinned and checked her rearview mirror, signaled to get on the freeway. When she turned her head, I took the chance to really look her over. She had settled easily back in her seat, used her right hand to steer the big SUV with. The smooth, round muscles in her legs tightened and relaxed as she drove. She was wearing expensive new sneakers with no socks; a delicate, golden ankle bracelet dangling around her right ankle. Her seatbelt was strapped across the middle of her chest, crossing right between her breasts, defining them; making them seem even larger. I could see the outline of her bra through her t-shirt; it looked white and lacy. Nice.

With the air-conditioning on full blast, it was quickly getting cold in the car. Her nipples poked out through the thin material of her blouse.

I swallowed hard, closed my eyes and turned my attention to the road in front of us. The fairgrounds were a couple hours away, even if we had light traffic. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember ever spending more than a few minutes alone with Julia, ever; in all the years we’d known each other. What the hell were we going to talk about?

It was going to be a long drive.

***

We stopped once for gas, at a dilapidated quickie-mart/burger-chicken-and jo-jo joint. Julia asked the scrubby guy in battered overalls who came out to pump our gas where the restroom was. He dug a grimy key out of his pocket, grunted, and pointed to a door on the side of the building.

“Be right back,” she said, and gingerly took the key from his grease covered fingers.

I went inside to pay. A cowbell jangled when I opened the door. The clerk barely even looked up, all his attention riveted on a video security monitor set on top of the cluttered counter. I poked around the store for a minute and found a couple bottles of water, which were the only items other than beer that didn’t look too out of date.

It took the clerk a second to divert his attention from the monitor when I plopped the bottles on the counter. He snuffled snot and pinched the tip of his zit-infested nose with grimy fingers. Punched a button on the old manual cash register twice. “That’ll be two-ninety-eight.”

I dug out my wallet. “What’cha watching?”

His eyes went wide and he snuffled more snot and glanced down at the monitor, then over at the door. I noticed a dusty VCR tucked into a cubby hole under the counter, right under the monitor. The machine was on and recording.

He looked nervous, antsy that somebody was talking to him. “Nothin’.”

“Aw, C’mon, don’t be like that…” I tried to peek, but he had the monitor turned away at an angle, so I could just see a blur of motion on the black and white screen. The screen was sectioned off into four separate feeds and looked live, piped in from somewhere, but not from the store.

The clerk leaned over the counter, peered out at the guy pumping the gas. I caught a whiff of bad B.O. “Okay, here.” He gave me a conspiratorial wink, turned the monitor my way. “Check it out man.”

I squinted and leaned over the counter, wondering for a second what I was looking at. Then my mouth fell open.

“We got some hidden cameras set up in the bathroom. Here, there’s sound, too.” He touched a dial on the monitor. And suddenly I was listening to and watching Julia sit and pee, from four distinct angles.

I looked up at the clerk. He grinned at me and nodded. He was missing his front teeth. Most of the others, too. “Pretty cool, huh?”

It took me a second to answer. I just couldn’t stop staring. Julia finished peeing, and I watched her wipe. I tried to scope out where the cameras were placed: I figured there was one hidden in the wall above the sink, probably hidden behind the mirror; there was one mounted in the middle of the ceiling; and another one right behind the toilet, about waist-high. And the crowning achievement: one camera planted right inside the toilet bowl – giving us a bird’s-eye view right up Julia’s naked butt.

“Uh…yeah.” I mumbled, and glanced at the VCR. “You record this stuff?”

“Yeah, well…” He looked uncomfortable again, as if he knew this could get him in deep shit, but he couldn’t help but show off. “Just the girls. Y’know, the cute ones. No dudes.”

Julia stood up, completely unaware of the cameras, her shorts and panties down around her ankles. Shades of me at my dining room table. I caught a quick glimpse of her pubic hair as she pulled up her panties. Lacy and white – her panties, I mean – matching her bra. Her pubic hair just looked light and gray in the monitor.

I heard the clerk sigh happily. I felt something stirring, down south in my pants. Julia flushed and stepped to the sink, washed her hands.

“Nice, huh?” He asked.

I raised both my eyebrows. “Yeah, I guess. Just try not to get caught.”

“Yeah, no kiddin’.” He nodded and carefully turned the monitor away. “Anyway, the water’ll be three bucks.”

The cowbell jangled and the gas-jockey poked his head in. “Y’all done in here? Tank’s filled up and yer girl’s back from the toilet.”

I smiled at the clerk, nodded at the monitor, and pulled out a fifty. “I’ll pay for the gas she bought too.”

The clerk gulped. I actually heard it. “Uh, okay…” he half turned to the gas-guy. “What pump was that Mel?”

“Three.”

The cowbell clanked again. Mel’s head disappeared from view. The clerk pinched his nose and rang me up. “Uh, that’ll be Forty-four-oh-five, with the gas.”

“Holy shit, that’s a lot.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged, then he leaned closer. I smelled more B.O. He jerked his eyeballs towards the security monitor and practically whispered, “Hey man, uh, was that your wife in the john, or whatever? I mean, shit, I didn’t…”

“Nope. Don’t worry about it.” I handed over the bill and a nickel. He shrugged again, confused, and gave me some crumpled singles back. I slapped them back down on the counter and pointed at the VCR. “Keep it. Consider it a tip. Enjoy that video, okay?”

He paused, confused. “Yeah, uh, okay.”

I turned to go.

He scooped up his money, shouted after me, “Hey! Have a nice day, mister!”

***

I found Julia leaning on the Land Rover’s fender, one foot up on the bumper, letting the sun shine down on her upturned face. She gave me a slow, lazy wave and peeled away from the warm car.

“What took you so long, Cowboy?”

“Cowboy?”

She grinned, and I handed her one of the bottles.

“Mmm, thanks.” She cracked the seal and took a sip. “Yeah, Cowboy. We are going to the state fair, you know, to check out the horses and stuff.”

“Oh, right. Horses. Cowboy. I get it.”

She gave me a pat on the shoulder and scooted by me, skipped around the front of the SUV to the drivers’ side. I felt her touch all the way down into my already excited crotch. Standing a few feet away from me, the scrubby guy who’d pumped our gas spit a hunk of green tobacco juice onto the pavement and watched Julia’s ass until she’d walked all the way around to her door. She opened her door, I pulled open mine. We jumped inside.

“So,” she said, clicking her seatbelt back into place. “What took you so long?”

“Ah, well, the guy inside…was telling me about his…home movies. I guess we had something in common.”

“Huh. Interesting stuff?”

“You’d be surprised,” I said, and shut my door.

Julia started the SUV. I rolled down my window. The clerk had joined the gas-guy by the pumps, and they were both staring after us. The clerk was sporting a fair-sized boner in his coveralls as we drove off.

***

It was well after two in the afternoon when we finally pulled into the fairgrounds’ jam-packed parking lot. It took forever, but we finally found a spot open way in the back of the lot. Julia was muttering to herself during the entire ten-minute hunt.

She gave a frustrated sigh. “Doesn’t anybody work anymore? And look at all these kids. Shouldn’t they be in school?”

I laughed and looked around at a sea of wooly-mustached men with big belt buckles riding their Wrangler jeans, cowboy hats on their heads; chubby women with puffy hair, fake tits and tight acid-wash jeans; and the kids running around with filthy, snot-covered faces.

“Hey, it’s redneck land, remember? I don’t think any of these people went to school.”

We stepped out of the Land Rover into the crowd, got our bags and strapped them on. I took a big, deep breath, expecting to smell the fresh country air people are always talking about. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that fresh country air smelled a whole lot like ripe cow shit.

Give me some nice fresh smog anytime.

However, to my surprise, I did notice a lot of nice new BMW’s and Lexus’s and a bundle of big, expensive SUV’s mixed in with the standard jacked up trucks.

Julia stepped around to my side of the Land Rover and we made our way into the flow of the lemmings. The smell of cow shit got stronger the closer we got to the entry. When we reached the line at the main gate, we had a small tiff over who was going to pay for our tickets. Julia put her foot down.

“No way. I invited you, remember? And you already paid for gas. That probably cost a bunch.” She pulled my hand away from my wallet and pushed in front of me. The ladies working the booth looked on, bemused. “This is my treat.”

I knew when I was beaten. I held up my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay.”

Julia smiled triumphantly. “Two adults.”

The lady at the register held out a hand. “Fifty seven dollars please.”

Wow, I thought. Sixty bucks to smell fresh cow poop.

Julia didn’t seem to bat an eye. She just forked over the money and grabbed the tickets. Then she took me by the arm and led me through the turnstile, where a weathered-old geezer ripped our tickets, and into the fair.

At least, I think she did. All I was aware of at that point was her arm twined in mine, and the press of her warm body against me. Giddy and stupid, sprouting a sudden boner that was so hard and throbbed so badly it hurt like hell.

I hate to say it, but I spent most of the afternoon like that.

***

We’d come all this way to see the horses, not smell the cow shit. I found this out right away. Julia told me that she’d grown up on a farm, raising and riding the big animals since she was a little girl. She talked as we walked, giving me the fine points on raising show horses. I think I already knew most of what she was telling me from conversations with Diana, who grew up much the same way. And, also like my conversations with Diana, all the information on the subject blew out of my head as soon as it went in.

 We wandered around the straw-strewn cement paths, moving with the flow of the crowd, pausing now and then at little booths hawking crummy doodads and dodging dirty kids with cotton candy smeared faces, until we found an auction going on.

We stopped to watch for a bit.

“Did you ever ride?” Julia asked.

“Not really. Well, once, when I was a kid, on a vacation with my folks. We stopped at some place on the coast and went riding for maybe an hour or so.”

“Did you like it?”

I shrugged. “Kind of, I guess. All I really remember is that my horse just wanted to eat and kept drifting off into the bushes.”

“You’re supposed to control that.”

“Yeah, well. I figured the horse knew what it was doing.”

“Ah, my little Cowboy.”

She smiled wistfully. Crossed her arms under her breasts and leaned on the wood railing separating the auction crowd under their canvas awning from the pathways. We were quiet for a minute. I watched her watch the animals, thinking, ‘My little Cowboy’?

“Do you miss it?” I asked. “Being a farm girl?”

“Sometimes.”

Another quiet spell. Before it got uncomfortable, Julia looked up at me. “Did Diana tell you that Greg and I were going to try and have another baby?”

“Uh, no,” I blinked. “I don’t think so.”

She turned her attention back to the auction. Quiet again. I wondered where that comment came from, and how the hell I supposed to respond. I cleared my throat.

“So…three, huh?”

Julia nodded. Watched a chestnut colored horse nicker and snort. The horse pee’d in the straw, its huge shlong flopping. I stared. “Suddenly, I feel a little inadequate.

Julia laughed at me, then got serious again. “I told Greg I wanted to get a dog.”

Okay, now I was getting confused. So…

“A…dog.” I was really lost. “I…”

“Uh-huh.” She made a face. “For the kids. They’ve wanted one forever. But Greg hates dogs. He said he’d rather have another baby. And he was ready for me to have my tubes tied after we had Ronnie.”

I had absolutely no idea what to say. So I said, “Oh. So you’re saying her really doesn’t want to get a dog.”

“Mm.”

“But…” Tentative, here. “You’re going to have another kid instead.

“Mm-hmm.”

That seemed to answer that. I watched her chew on her lip. “So…do you want more kids?”

She took a minute to answer. “I don’t know. I…sometimes I have a hard time with being a mom.”

“I can imagine…”

“I had a really bad pregnancy with Ronnie. And after, too.” She hugged herself tighter. “I got really depressed. Greg and I almost separated.”

Diana had told me all this, in confidence. I wasn’t supposed to know.

“We’re okay now,” she continued, “at least, I’m okay. More or less. We’re still working on things.”

I knew what that was like.

Julia looked up, searched my face. Blurted, “Why haven’t you married Diana?”

“What?”

“Do you love her?” Julia turned slightly. Shifted closer. “You’ve almost been together as long as me and Greg. Why haven’t you gotten married?”

“Um. Well…”

“Greg told me that Marlene offered to pay for your wedding and your honeymoon if you did.”

Ah, yes. Marlene and her good intentions. What a god-awful no-win situation that had been.

“Yeah, she did.”

“But you didn’t.”

I shook my head. “No, we didn’t.”

“Why?”

I sighed, exasperated. “Julia…”

“It’s okay, if you don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” I was getting grumpy. “Good.”

She changed the subject. “Are you hungry?”

I hadn’t eaten anything since my bowl of granola that morning. My stomach was doing flip-flops. That was probably what was making me cranky. Low blood sugar.

“Oh, yeah.”

***

We paid another ten bucks to enter a beer garden. For our ten dollars, we got a pair of red tickets – scrip – to use for one drink each. I got a foamy, lukewarm cup half full of dark ale and Julia got a small cup of hard lemonade.

The lady who served our drinks pointed at me, then at Julia. “Hey, are you two related?”

“Uh,” I glanced at Julia. “No…”

“Wow. You really look a lot alike, like you could be twins, almost.”

Julia’s head jerked back half an inch. “We do?

The woman nodded sagely. She reached out and patted the back of Julia’s hand. “Oh, honey, yes you do. Mary!” She called to her partner, busy ringing up the customers at the end of the line. “Look at these two and tell me they aren’t brother and sister.”

Mary pushed her bifocals back up her nose and examined us. “Yep. You’re right Deb.” She pointed at Julia, then at me, twirling her finger in a circle. “It’s right there in the noses and the eyes.”

“Honey, I am never wrong about these things.” I handed Mary our scrip as Deb leaned over the canvas covered table. “I’ll bet a dollar to donuts you kids are tryin’ to spoof us. You here with the rest of your families?”

I looked around, whispered. “Actually, Deb, you’re right. We are brother and sister…But we have kind of a…” I trailed off.

“Kind of what?”

I glanced at Julia, who was staring at me. I gave her a quick grin.

“We have a little secret.”

“Oh! Really! What kind of…secret?”

“Well…”

Deb’s sweaty face flushed pink with the prospect of being let in on our big secret. I lowered my voice even more.

“Now, this is just between you and me, Okay?” She nodded gravely. I motioned her even closer, and then blurted in a loud enough for everyone around us to hear, “We’re also having a passionate, torrid affair.”

                               

Deb’s eyes popped open, horrified and scandalized. I took my plastic cup full of warm foam and held my finger up to my lips. “Shhhh…”

I hooked my arm around Julia’s waist and whisked her off into the crowd. Leaving Deb behind, sputtering in indignation. “Well I never…”

Julia covered her mouth with her hand. Her shoulders were shaking, trying hard not to laugh. I took a sip of my drink and licked away the foam mustache. Julia grinned up at me. “That wasn’t very nice.”

A few steps into the crowd, I reluctantly let go of her waist. “Yeah, well. Nobody ever said I was a very nice guy.”

We made our way to an empty, shaded picnic bench off in a corner of the tent, as far away from Deb as we could get. We sat and I helped Julia unpacked her bag. We pulled out a ton of food. Almost enough to feed almost everyone in the beer garden.

“I made sandwiches and potato salad.”

“Wow.”

Julia grinned and gave me a turkey and cheese sandwich wrapped in wax paper. I un-wrapped it and took a bite. Rolled my eyes back into my head and made a yummy sound.

“Mmm. That’s good.”

She opened a small container of the salad and pushed it towards me. Handed me a white plastic spoon. “Here, try some of this.”

I took a bite. Manic-depressive or not, the girl could cook. I know it was only potato salad, but it tasted like heaven. We ate in a companionable silence for few minutes. Just the sound of our chewing and my yummy sounds. I finished my sandwich and crumpled the wax paper into a ball, shot it into a wastebasket.

I cheered for myself. “Score!”

Julia giggled, reached over and wiped my cheek with her paper napkin. She pulled away, looking sheepish.

“Thanks mom.” I said.

She pointed at my lip. “You…had some mustard, right there…” She wrinkled her nose. “Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Mustard can leave a nasty stain.”

“Mm.”

“So…” Julia picked at the yellow blob on her napkin. “Have you ever…ever had a mad, passionate affair?”

“What?”

“You know,” she cocked her head Deb’s way.

“Oh, you mean a passionate, torrid affair,” I corrected her. Trying to gauge where this was going.

“Right. Sorry.”

She stared at me, and kept nervously playing with the napkin.

I blinked first. “Seriously?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You mean…while I’ve been with Diana?”

“Well, yeah. Or…any at all, I guess.” She shrugged.

“Julia…why? Have you?”

She glanced away, tore tiny shreds of paper that blew away. “No.”

“You sure?”

“Mm.” She nodded, glanced back at me. “But…”

“But?”

She cocked her head again, stared at her hands, then at me. “There was a guy who I thought…you know…that maybe I could’ve. If things had been…different.”

My head was spinning. “Julia…”

She pushed away from the table and started cleaning up. We’d been sitting for longer than I thought. The warm sunlight around us was slowly turning a dull gray and the air was cooling; the shadows growing longer in the grass around the edge of the tent’s rigging.

Julia threw away the garbage and strapped on her pack. Took a quick, sharp breath, and tried a smile. “C’mon, Cowboy. Let’s go have a ride on the Ferris wheel.”

***

I stared up at the giant wheel spinning above my head. The sky was a deep shade of purple, and it was dark enough now that I couldn’t make out the people in the top seats, except for some tiny, dangling legs. Julia was buying more scrip for the rides.

“Oh. Shit,” I said.

“What?”

I was getting dizzy just standing there. “Jule, I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”

“You’re telling me that my big, strong Cowboy is afraid of heights?”

All around us, kids were squealing, being spun and dipped and flung around in the dilapidated looking rides. Guys that looked like escaped mental patients and ex-dock workers ignored the cries, hawking cheesy prizes that were probably worth less than the price of a ticket to play whatever the game was. Creepy loud organ music blared from speakers mounted on wooden poles everywhere. Lights began flickering on. I could faintly hear a live band playing some twangy country song off in the distance.

“Uh, no. But…”

“But what?”

“Does this thing look safe to you? I mean…”

She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into line. I followed her reluctantly, but that warm tingle was back, sending vibrations from her fingertips down my arm and into my crotch. The line wasn’t long; Julia handed our Carny/ex-con two of the red tickets and whispered something to him that I didn’t catch.

He chomped on the stump of a cigar and grinned at me, then ushered us onto a thin wooden seat, leering down at Julia’s tits as she scooted by him. I was more than a little surprised he didn’t help Julia up with a hand on her ass. Instead, he simply watched us buckle in and then pushed a slim metal bar down in front of our waists until it locked. The paint on the wheel and the seats was dull white, trimmed with gold and red, and flaking off.

“Have a nice ride, boys and girls!” He smacked a lever, and we scooted backwards off the platform. A second later, and my feet were dangling into space. A cool breeze blew the smell of buttered popcorn and cow poop our way as we lifted into the air.

Julia leaned back and closed her eyes, content. The stupid seat rocked and tilted. The ground was already far enough away that I couldn’t jump for it without breaking something important. She seemed fine; I thought I was going to puke.

“Hey Cowboy,” Julia reached over and patted my leg. “You okay?”

“Fine,” I said.

Her hand stayed on my thigh. “Sure?”

I nodded tightly. “Yep.”

She sighed and wiggled her butt. The stupid seat wiggled and creaked. “You know, I had my first kiss at a fair.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” She snuggled up and leaned her head on my shoulder. “On a Ferris wheel.”

That peculiar burning sensation flooded through me again. “Oh…well. Huh.”

Julia smiled and snuggled even closer, pushed her hand down between my legs. She gave the inside of my thigh a gentle squeeze, and I felt her breast press softly against my arm. We reached the apex of our climb, and the fairgrounds spread out underneath us, lit up and sparkling like a jewel in the twilight.

The mechanism controlling the wheel suddenly bucked and clanked and groaned, and the wheel stopped turning, with our little carriage rocking right at the top. I think I saw Julia hide a grin.

“Well, look at that,” she whispered in my ear. “Maybe we’re stuck.”

“You’re kidding, right.”

She laughed and unbuckled her safety belt. Her hand slowly moved up the inside of my thigh. I jumped. The damn seat rocked violently until I settled down. Her hand stopped moving.

Now it was resting on my crotch.

I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she was doing, to tell her to put her safety belt back on, that she could fall and get smooshed, or whatever. And then she jumped me.

***

It took me a second to realize her tongue was already in my mouth. She’d pushed hard against me, one arm wrapped around my neck and her hand playing with my hair while she kissed me; all the while gently rubbing my crotch with her other hand.

My mouth felt like it was on fire.

And my crotch…

I was awkwardly pinned against the thin wooden slats that were the side of our carriage. She’d practically crawled right into my lap. The hand that was insistently massaging my cock stopped for a second and fumbled around until it found mine. She pressed my hand hard against her belly and slowly pushed it upwards, guiding it to her breast.

Her shirt came un-tucked. I touched warm, smooth flesh and heard a low, animal growl come from deep in Julia’s throat. My hand finally began to move on its own and found her breast, cupped in a sheer lace bra. Her nipple poked into my palm, and I gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, God…” She pulled away from me, panting, and went to work on my zipper. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you forever…”

I didn’t fight her. Julia’s hands reached into my shorts and pulled me out. She stroked me until I was nice and hard, smiling a mischievous little smile. Her eyes were wide and luminous in the dark.

“W-what…?

She bent and kissed the tip of my cock, poking well up past my belly button. “I was just thinking…you don’t have to worry about the horse’s dick.”

“Oh, well, that’s good. Julia, I…ahhhh…”

She slipped the head of my cock into her silky, wet mouth, and I almost screamed. The carriage did a little jig as she slowly took me in, wiggling her body even closer to me, slurping greedily. She paused with her lips halfway down my shaft, tickling me with her tongue, and then eased down on me, letting me slip the rest of the way into her mouth, deep into her throat. She pulled back slowly and pushed her fingertips down into my shorts; lightly stroked my balls with her fingernails.

The carriage squeaked as she worked me. I tried to relax, but the tension from knowing I was maybe just a loose, rusty bolt away from death wouldn’t let me.

Still, it barely took a minute before my orgasm boiled up and over. I could’ve sworn I shot a garden-hose full of come into her mouth. I thought she was going to suck me inside out, and my balls kept on pumping. Energizer balls.

Eventually, I slumped back onto the wood slats, drained. Julia sat up, braced her hands on my chest and tilted her head back. She swallowed hard a couple times, licked her lips, and then laughed and collapsed against my chest.

“Shit, Julia,” I groaned.

“Did you like that, Cowboy?”

“Ah, fuck. Yeah.”

She relaxed, snuggled close. Put a hand on my chest. “So…I guess we finally cheated.”

I nodded slowly. “I guess so.”

She toyed with my shrinking cock. The Ferris wheel’s motor clanked and we lurched forward. I was too wiped to care. Julia tucked me back into my underwear and tried to zip me up one-handed. It wasn’t working.

“Why don’t we just leave everything like this,” She giggled. “I like it.”

I laughed with her. She tilted her head up.

“You remember that morning when I…”

“Walked in on me?”

“Mm. In your dining room.”

I felt my face flush. “Yep.”

“God.” She kissed the soft spot under my chin. “I wanted you so bad that day.”

Her blouse was open, rustling in the breeze, and her t-shirt was stuck up over her tits. I pulled it back into place. The wheel stopped again, with a crunch of gears. Below us, the Carnie/ex-con was letting people off. 

“Uh, really?”

Sometimes I amaze myself with how stupid I can be. Julia hooked one of her legs over mine. I felt the warmth in her crotch burn into the top of my thigh. The carriage rocked us gently.

“I emailed you all my fantasies of you bending me over your table, and you taking me from behind. Remember?”

I nodded. Diana had read those emails.

Julia looked up at me again. Put a cool hand on my flushed cheek. I wondered how it could have felt so hot before, but now so sweet. “I liked sending you those.”

My tongue felt swollen, stuck to the roof of my mouth. “I liked them too.”

“You know, I used to sneak into the bathroom after Greg went to bed and play with myself; thinking about you reading my stories.”

Oh, I said. Huh. Suddenly my entire vocabulary had reduced into a series of primeval, one-syllable grunts.

The wheel groaned again, and we lowered a few more feet before coming to another bouncing stop.

“Do you think Diana figured it out?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. At least, she came pretty close. She teased me a lot about this trip.”

“She did?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I don’t think Greg has any idea.”

Gears shifted. We dropped again, getting closer to the crowd waiting in line below. I shifted and adjusted my junk so I could zip up. Julia sat up straight and slipped back into her safety belt. She held my hand as we spiraled the rest of the way down.

***

The Carny/ex-con was still chewing the stubby cigar butt when we jerked to a final stop. He popped the bar off our laps and let us out. He gave me a wink when I passed.

“Come on, boys and girls! Nothing to be afraid of here! Just good, clean fun on the Ferris wheel…!”

***

We meandered around for a while longer, clinging together. The reality of the blow job Julia had given me was already fading like an old memory, the only reminder a slight dampness in my shorts, and that lingering, tingling buzz that had settled in my gut.

She led me out of the maze of tents and stalls, towards the amphitheater, and the loud country twang emanating from within. Streams of guys in cowboy hats and their dates filed towards the gates. Julia tugged on my arm.

“Let’s go in!”

“You like country music?” I wondered.

She shook her head. “Hate it. I just don’t want to leave yet. And this way I can call home and have an excuse for being late.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Another forty or fifty bucks later, we were inside, leaning against a tent post and sharing a beer. A few beers and a lot of bad songs about cheating wives, broke-down trucks and runaway dogs later, Julia was pressed into me with her arms wrapped tight around my neck. She wiggled her ass in time to the music, digging it into my crotch; and damn it if my little friend didn’t just perk right up again. I don’t know how long we spent like that, but the band was coming out for its encore when we stumbled back out into the deserted night.

We headed towards the parking lot, along with a few other stragglers. The cleanup crew was out, sweeping up junk, replacing the trash bags in the garbage containers. I was so light-headed I could barely walk, but I knew I wasn’t drunk.

Halfway down an ill-lit path, Julia swerved and pulled me into a tent that had been closed down for the night. We snuck through an opening in the flap and found ourselves right where we’d watched the horse auction earlier that afternoon.

She came to me in a rush. My blood was already pounding, and this time I kissed her back hard, crushing her soft lips with mine. We kissed and eventually came up for air; our hands moving and squeezing and probing; until her nimble fingers found my zipper and unbuttoned my shorts. They fell in a heap on the ground. Our packs followed, and I yanked open her blouse, popping buttons, and practically tore off her t-shirt, giving me my first good view of her lacy white bra. In the feeble light, I could just make out the dark, circular outlines of her nipples through the sheer silk. I ran my hands over her breasts lightly, gently caressing, marveling at how heavy and full they were.

Her nipples pricked my palms, and I bent slightly and bit down, tasting her through the silk lace, feeling the rubbery tip of her nipple harden in my teeth.

Julia was gasping, tugging at the hem of my t-shirt. I raised my arms over my head, heard her sigh as she pulled it up and off. She pushed me away and pulled my underpants down in a rush. I sprang out, my dick already hard and throbbing. She quickly unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall, then turned away from me and bent over, pulling her lacy panties down to her ankles. She kicked them away, spread her legs and offered herself to me.

I looked down on her mindlessly, like an animal in heat. My cock was twitching, aching and red, engorged with blood. It pulled me toward her, like it was alive.

Julia reached around and grabbed me. Guided me to her most private spot. I groaned as the head of my cock brushed her soft, blonde thatch of pubic hair and slipped easily past her pussy lips. She grabbed hold of the wood railing to brace herself, and I pushed hard with my hips. She was burning so hot that entering her was almost painful; but she was also deliciously, slippery wet, and it seemed that her body sucked me inside her.

I shoved until I was completely buried; then I bent and rested on her back so I could run my hands freely over her entire body. I reached up, snapped her bra apart where the cups met and let her breasts hang free. I reached a hand down between her legs and found her pussy lips, spread them apart and fingered her sharp little clit. She moaned and jerked at my probing fingers.

I nuzzled her neck and whispered roughly into her ear: “Now it’s your turn.”

Julia was already gasping small, quiet cries; her hips were jerking and her legs were beginning to tremble. I reached around her belly and caught a heavy breast in my free hand, and then I held on for dear life.

***

We emerged from the tent not long after, dazed and rumpled and satisfied. Julia clung to me, her head on my shoulder and arm around my waist, her hip bumping into mine as we walked. We made our way to the main concourse and joined a small knot of people being ushered out by the event security staff. The parking lot was practically empty. When we got back to the car, it was well past midnight.

“It’s late.” She said. “Think we should call home and then go find a hotel?”

I grinned. “Sure.”

“Here.” She tossed me her keys. “I’ll call, you drive.”

“You okay?”

“My legs are…a little wobbly.”

I grinned some more. I unlocked the Land Rover and we piled in. Julia found her cell phone and called home. Woke up Greg and told him our plan. She turned her face slightly away from me and lowered her voice to a murmur. Rested her forehead on the window. Spoke softly for a bit, and then she wished him good night.

I did the same thing with Diana, more or less. Then I stuck the key in the ignition, started the ‘Rover and followed the last of the cars out of the lot.

***

I woke up early the next morning, naked, sprawled out on a damp mattress in a cheap hotel room. The old alarm clock on the nightstand next to me said it was just after six a.m. Julia was lying in the crook of my arm with the rumpled bed sheet tangled in her legs, breathing softly through her open mouth. Our clothes were scattered around the room, on tables, chairs – mostly on the floor. The air-conditioning was off and the room was already getting warm.

I eased my arm out from under her head, felt the pins and needles as my circulation slowly returned. I grimaced and rubbed the pain away. Julia mumbled something and scooted into the warm spot on my side. She rolled over and latched onto my pillow, dragged it under her chin and got comfy again. I watched her for a moment, admiring her lush, muscular curves, the sharply defined tan lines around her hips and over her breasts.

The pungent smell of our sex hung in the air like a fog.

Something Swan had said a long time ago popped into my head: Always get the proof, or no one will ever believe you. I stood and rooted in my pack until I found my cell phone. I turned on the camera feature and snapped a few rather intimate pictures, photos that I’m sure neither Diana or Greg would have approved of. I typed out a text message, attached the best of the pictures, and messaged the whole bundle to Swan. He messaged back while I was sitting on the john. Wrote:  Damn! Get that girl to sign a voucher and film something! We can use this shit!   - S

Julia was still asleep. I deleted the photos and the message, then took a quick shower to wash away the previous days’ sweaty funk and dried spunk. I dressed in my clean change of clothes, grabbed the key card and ran downstairs to a twenty-four hour deli. The fat, bald guy planted on a stool behind the counter was more interested in the rancid hot dog he was stuffing his face with than the security monitor. I guess there wasn’t anybody in this bathroom worth looking at.

I bought some fresh fruit, pastries, and a couple cold bottles of water, and ran back to our room. I tossed the key card on the small table by the window.

While I was gone, Julia had pulled the sheet up around her chest and was lying curled up on her side. I jumped on the bed and kissed her bare shoulder, worked my way up her neck to her earlobe, nibbled gently. She moaned, rolled over and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“Hi,” I said, and kissed her, lightly working my way around the hollow of her neck. She tilted her head and purred.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

“Breakfast?”

“Mmmnn.” She smiled and let the sheet fall to her waist. “Not yet…”

She reached out for me, pulling at my clothes. I threw the sheet out of our way and forgot about breakfast.

***

Our trip together ended Saturday, right about noon, when Julia eased the Land Rover to a stop at the curb back in front of my house. A sprinkler was on, swirling rainbows of water onto our lawn. Diana’s Subaru was parked in our driveway, the engine ticking.

We sat in the car for a bit with the windows cracked, quiet, letting the breeze cool us. Eventually Julia sighed.

“I guess I shouldn’t ask for a goodbye kiss,” she said, eyeing the cooling Subaru.

“Might not be the best idea.”

The front door opened. Diana stepped onto the porch and waved. I smiled. Julia smiled. We were all waving. Uncomfortably. It seemed like we’d been gone for months, instead of only a day.

My arm was already bored with the waving. “Time to go.”

I grabbed my pack and slipped out of the ‘Rover, felt grass crush under my feet. A few of my neighbors were out in the sunshine, tending to their already perfect lawns for the first time that spring. The growl of lawnmowers and the sweet smell of cut grass permeated the air.

I shut the car door and took a deep breath, thinking that this was how the country should’ve smelled like...

Then I sneezed. Diana and Julia both laughed, and knew I was home.

***

Well. There you have it. The entire, uncensored story.

That was the last time I saw Julia for several weeks. We both got busy with the usual life type stuff. Swan and I got a sweet offer to make a film from someone we’d bits and pieces of work for. A real movie – not a bad porno or cheesy television commercial or cable thing, but a real motion picture, produced with real Hollywood money, shot on location in Los Angeles.

And instead of getting that dog her kids wanted, Julia missed her period. We weren’t able to spend much time together, after that.

Now Swan and I are living in L.A. full time. The movie is in the can, and now we’re in the editing process, working to finish for a spring release. Diana and I broke it off a few months ago. The stress and anxiety of trying to keep a long distance relationship going made the situation impossible, and she was settled back home, just didn’t want to make the move.

So here I am, a little more than nine months later, single for the first time in years, albeit finally gainfully employed, at least for the time being. Sitting at the kitchen table in our shared apartment in Venice, eating a quick lunch and checking out an email that Julia just sent me.

Looking at pictures of her bouncing new baby boy.

Julia says that everyone thinks the baby looks just like her. Maybe so. It sure doesn’t look anything like Greg.

Julia’s folks bought a sailboat and moved to Marina Del Ray not too long ago. In her email she says that she’s making plans to come and visit them with the baby, and she was wondering if it would be okay if she dropped by for a couple days while she was here…

Well.

I haven’t answered her yet.

Now, this didn’t seem to work real well the last time I tried it. But why don’t we put this to a vote? Let me know what you think I should do, folks; if I should ask her to come, or not. And maybe we’ll talk some more, later.

~ Dev

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The chance of pregnancy,in fact the very thought of it mattered none.(Unlike most women I loved that part anyway) I needed spunking,you know real spunking where it shoots as far as the current cock in you can get it,none of this,oo god we better use a condom crap. I wanted every man to hit his baby juice stroke and to put it where it could count most. HIGH in my WOMB! The excitment each month of whether or which had scored a bulls eye never left me. Rest assured some did an-all.

 So,having an element of guilt about adultery with our best man of which I"m sure most women would have taken a different path than I,then again,how many of your husbands would have given you the nod in the first place? We all have to play it as to what best suits the individual couple.Yeah? This just happened to be our way. (More popular known now as swingers I suppose) So the stage was set for Richard to feel his cock inside another pussy,well not altogether set yet. It was down to me to present the furry thing for his controller or beast as he called it, to try.

 It seemed so unfair my friend Moira deserved better. When alone she"d confided,to cumming off by finger on clitoris but not the orgasm a cock can follow up with,poor cow. I didn"t over play this because I knew Richard given the chance would pull more than one orgasm out of her pussy given the time in which to do so. It being down to me to coax her onto his cock. So later after swimming that Sunday,Moira appeared more saddened... GET DIYing RICH,me and Moira need to talk... Rich was gone like a scoulded cat...

 He"s gone off to cricket again the bastard,its bad enough putting up with that Dragon all the week,you"d think he"d stay around on a Sunday. He had all day yesterday and I"ve given up going with they snooty cows with their crustless sandwiches and probably crotchless bodies. They might not but I"ve got needs in my crotch so there, sorry Jack,he"s just a bastard.

 I plunge in,about getting caught if you had an affair. What if you could get what you"re after with no chance of getting found out? "I know that just couldn"t happen" Ah! not without Jackie"s help no,but with Jackie"s help,all things sexual are possible. "Stop it Jack,that"s cruel" Mo,would I do that? course not,listen,I have a way of getting you as much cock as you want with absolutely no possible chance of being found out. "Go on then,HOW?" I"ll just let you lone Richard! "Fuck,that"s crazy,he"s your husband"

 Yeah,but what if I told you he lets me! "What? lets you,you know!" Yeah! "How? Who with? Why?" First,promise this is only between us,yeah" "Course,what do you think I am?" A starved pussy in distress! "Yeah,well,go on then" Its with our bestman! "WHAT! is that,that bloke with the bike that calls in?" Yeah it is. "He"s dishy like your old man,sorry,but Rich is,dishy, I mean,they"re like peas in a pod as well. I just thought he was Richards brother" Not when you"re on the ends of their cocks,I can assure you!

 "So,he unknowingly lets you do your bestman by not being here" No! he has been here and watched it! "Fuck off Jack I know you"re kidding around now,still it took my mind off my lot anyway" No,no kidding he got me too and watches,but what he doesn"t know is after he said I could providing he was here to watch. I done it without him knowing. "Why?" It was the first time I"d tried another blokes cock,I just thought it should be private,you know,just us two! "Do another cock feel any different then,because I"ve only had one as well. Wouldn"t want my bestmans though,a right stuck up prat he is! Cricket asshole as well"

 Right,lets forget about my luck,what about yours. Would you like Richard to screw you when you feel like it,no pressure,just as your needs require. "Fuck Jack,I"m tempted but I haven"t a clue how to get it started if I said yes. Talking like this is making me melt,my groin is hot as hell" And mine is thinking about your satisfaction just waiting out in the DIY file. Ha! Ha! "If I did,when? How?" How would tomorrow sound? leave it with me,Rich don"t know yet,but he"s on holiday tomorrow,I"ve just decided. Got that purple underware of yours clean? "Yes,why? just wear that and the dress Rich keeps looking down and when we"re together do that leg across the knee thing you do and the slide down the chair bit that pulls your skirt up by your ass. "I didn"t know I did any of that" You do and Rich loves it,that"s why he sits opposite when you"re here,he thinks I don"t notice so don"t let on just be normal. He"ll do the rest,I promise and don"t worry when I go out. Moira left apprehensive but with a smile she seemed to have lost before we"d first made friends.

 The stage is set for "A friend in need" Now for Richard"s adulterous adventure!

 More to come.