The next morning at breakfast, Jenny was talking to her sister and, after a slight smile and a half-hearted good morning, barely paid attention to me. I sat at the other end of the table with a cup of coffee and talked to Frank and George. At one point Jenny got up to pour herself more coffee and I noticed she was wearing a pair of loose fitting slacks, a baggy sweatshirt and had her hair tied in a pony tail. Her glasses made her look more like a bank clerk or old maid librarian.
When she came back to the table with her coffee, I overheard her say something that absolutely stunned me.
"Everything is set for the wedding in two weeks," she said.
Suddenly, I blurted out, "Jenny, are you getting married?"
Jenny looked at me over the rim of her coffee mug and said, "I certainly am."
There was a sarcastic tone in her voice and she added, "In a white wedding dress and the works."
I was baffled by her manner and the difference between the Jenny I knew in my bed and the Jenny who was talking about getting married in two weeks. She then continued her conversation with her sister, Sarah, and I went back to listening to George and Frank plan their fishing trip for later in the day.
"Peter, we're all going fishing later, how about it, are you in with us?" Frank asked. "We're going with this guy who has a big fishing boat."
"I'm not too good on the water," I said. "I always get sea-sick, so I'm not sure. Let me think about it." I added.
"We'll we're leaving in two hours, so it's up to you."
After breakfast, I was sitting on the back porch, looking out at the ocean. I was trying to read a book I had brought, but my mind was on Jenny and what was going on with us. How could she come into my bed and fuck like we did when she's getting married in two weeks? How could she dress and act the way she did on the third floor and be just the opposite when she was with everyone else? How could she barely talk to me and then become this seductive horny siren? I remembered what she said about loving having a secret life. . .
While I was sitting there, Jenny and her sister, Sarah, came out, gave me a cordial hello and looked out at the ocean. I continued reading but looked up occasionally. At one point Jenny looked over at me, smiled and then went back to talking to her sister. When they turned to go back into the house, Sarah asked, "Are you going fishing with us this afternoon,"
"I don't think so," I responded. "I'm not in the mood to get sea sick. I'll stay here and watch the fort."
Jenny smiled but didn't say anything and they both went back into the house. While I was reading, Jenny came out on the porch, handed me a small piece of paper and quickly went back into the house. I opened up the folded paper. It was a note that said, "Let's fuck. My room—after they leave."
I read the note, surprised at its bluntness and that this "bride to be" would act this way. I was excited and intrigued by this mysterious woman.
After packing a lunch and getting their fishing gear together, everyone left. Before getting into their car, Frank said, "Get ready for some fresh fish for dinner."
As soon as they drove off, I went up to the third floor. I put my book in my room and then knocked on Jenny's door.
"Come on in," she said.
Jenny was wearing the tight cut off jeans, a yellow tank top and she had a straw cowboy hat on her head. Her hair was in pig tails and she looked like a farm girl.
She smiled at me, twirling her fingers around one of her pig tails and said, "Hello, mister. My Ma and Pa ain't here and it's just little ole me left to watch the farm."
I wanted to ask Jenny about her plans to get married and how she could be messing around like this before her wedding, but decided to get into her little role playing game. "Well, I'm looking for work." I said, looking at her. "I thought your folks could use a farm-hand for the summer."
"They won't be back til tonight. But you're welcome to stay around if you want. I know they were looking for some help," she said, "And I could use some company, if you know what I mean," she added, smiling seductively and playing with her pigtail.
Jenny looked so sexy in those tight cut offs and I could see her nipples poking through her yellow tank top. . "Well, thank you." I said. "I wouldn't mind hanging out for awhile."
"Cool," she said."I was just on my way to the barn to do some chores. Why don't you come up with me?" Jenny turned and walked over to the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off her round ass as her hips swayed back and forth.
She sat down on the end of the bed and said, "Why don't you join me on this hay bale and we can get to know each other."
I sat down next to her and she leaned back on her elbows and stretched her long legs in front of her. When she did that, her tank top got tighter on her tits, revealing how big and firm they were. She noticed me looking at them and smiled, looking me in the eyes and said, "I know what you're thinking." "You do," I answered. "And what's that?" "You want to fuck me," she said.
"What makes you think that," I answered. "
"Cause of the way you're looking at me," she said, and then added. "Want to get high? I got some dynamite weed."
"Sure," I said. "Why not?."
"Cool!" she said. She got up and walked over to her dresser and got a joint already rolled. She lit it, took a deep hit and came back to the bed and handed it to me.
"It gets pretty lonely on this farm, "she said, taking another hit when I handed it to her. "And I get so damn horny sometimes, I don't know what to do except, you know, play with myself. But it ain't like real fucking."
I was getting turned on by her dirty talk and Jenny knew what she was doing. She looked down at the bulge in my shorts and handed me the joint.
"Being a farmers daughter is hard cause Pa doesn't like when the boys from town come looking for me. He's so darn over-protective and scares guys away. Sometimes I have to sneak off to get fucked but that's a drag. Most of they guys just don't know what a girl like me wants.
"What's that?" I asked.
"They just get their rocks off and don't really care about me and I end up hornier than ever."
When we finished the joint, both Jenny and I were stoned. Jenny sat down on the bed. Our legs were touching, rubbing ourselves against each other. Our conversation was arousing both of us. Jenny continued, "Damn I get so horny, I want to take one of those guys and ride their cocks but they just like to get on top and pound me until they come and roll over while I'm still ripe for more and hornier than ever."
Jenny looked at me and smiled, "What do you like, mister," she asked, turning and pushing her tit into my arm. "Tell me what you like."
"I like giving pleasure. I like teasing and playing, making a woman so hot she can't stand it any more and begs me to fuck her. I like the sounds she makes when she's being fucked. That's hot." I added.
