It was a bright and sunny morning when I got the call. Sandy, a girl I'd known from high school all the way through to college, had a great idea for us and our group of friends. We were all interested in living quiet, peaceful, uncluttered lives, and this was our perfect chance. When I picked up the phone, I knew she'd gotten an idea that she just needed to let out. When Sandy got excited, her voice just couldn't contain it.
"Jeremy, you're going to love it. A garden house!"
What the hell is a garden house?
"Just a bunch of us living together somewhere off in the countryside. We keep part-time day jobs, grow vegetables and...frolic!"
Frolic?
"Yeah! Picnics, walks in the park, fishing, gardening. Laying out in the sun on the porch or staying in and reading a book when it rains."
It was exactly the kind of idea Sandy would come up with. She was a girl who loved being with people. She would've made a great saleswoman, a great activist or a great lawyer, if she had only had the motivation to pursue those paths. Instead, she just held onto a general love of all things living, and expressed this by smiling at strangers and occasionally putting flowers in her auburn hair.
I wasn't convinced that her idea would work. While I had no qualms living in the country somewhere with her, I wasn't too sure about these 'other people' she had in mind. Sandy and I had been great friends for some time, and she was quite the good-looker. But what was great with our chemistry might not necessarily click with other folks.
What if we can't stand each other and get cabin fever?
"Don't be silly. We'd just take a walk outside and cool off."
I'm not too sure about this...
"Oh, c'mon Jer. You and I have been talking about how much we hate our office jobs, and how much we'd like to just run off into the countryside. Live off the land. Live off the grid. Live the simple life. It was a fantasy that we thought was a luxury. But I've found the perfect place. The woman who is selling it showed it to me, and it has..."
Sandy went on with her description, and it sounded great. It was off the beaten track, but within town limits. A sweaty, thirty minute bike ride would get you into a mom-and-pop convenience store, and some more pedaling would get you to a diner. The house itself was large, but old. The family before had been industrious. As they had more children, they added extra rooms, and so stairs and walls went up and down in an almost Escher-like way.
Well, it does sound great. What does John think about it?
"I knew you'd say yes! I'll spread the word and get back to you on when we can move in!"
That wasn't what I said, but before I could correct her she hung up, giggling.
***
Moving day arrived, and the group met up at the train station. The five of us all had full-time jobs, and Sandy's persuasiveness had worked on everyone. We were all twenty-somethings who had graduated with fairly specific degrees working jobs that made money but sapped our spirits. Behind desks, getting screwed, screwing customers. Answering phones and writing reports. Interrupting dinners and pissing off anyone who called customer service. Sandy had picked us out well. Her and I had become friends through our similar dispositions. We were both generally for the idea of saving the world and ending world hunger, but we were both too lazy to care enough about it and do more than send some spare change every month. John was a generally quiet, pliant fellow who usually went along with what the group did. Until the group kept doing it for too long and he got silently frustrated and departed.
One time, a few of us went fishing, and we went fishing for 10 hours straight. John joined us, and got tired of it after a few hours. He sulked for a while, and finally demanded in a loud voice that we go home. We complied. He wasn't all bad, though. He had his moments, and sometimes he'd get comfortable enough to become the life of the party, cracking jokes and doing handstands.
The last two of the group were Katie and Lissa. Katie was small in almost all ways. She was short, thin and quiet. She was the kind of girl that spent most of her time in the library. She wasn't afraid of getting her hands dirty, but she avoided it whenever possible. Whenever it wasn't, she did the dirty work like everyone else. Lissa was the very definition of cutesy. She seemed an unlikely candidate for this little experiment. Lissa had never expressed any real interest in nature, gardening or the quiet life. She had always been very interested in fashion, clothing, movies and celebrity gossip. Why Sandy chose her was something of a mystery, but Sandy sometimes noticed things that others didn't. So I didn't worry about it.
We all met up with smiles on our faces and boarded our Amtrak out west. We packed our things into the compartments, took our seats and waited while others boarded and said their goodbyes to their loved ones. Sandy and I sat together in one aisle, with John sitting alone across from us. Katie and Lissa sat in the seats behind.
"So where is this place? I hope I packed enough stuff."
"I'm sure you did, since you brought like five suitcases."
"It's out in the middle of nowhere. Perfection, USA."
"Har har."
"At least tell us how long the train ride is."
"It'll be a few hours."
Katie and Lissa broke out a deck of cards they had astutely brought and started playing some strange version of poker. I stared out the window at the big city that had been my home and my prison for three years. I smiled. Sandy was looking at me, and slipped her hand into mine. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "This is so exciting!" Then she laid her head on my shoulder and took a nap. John turned his head away and stared out the other side.
***
After what was probably just a an hour or so, I woke up. Katie had switched seats with John to, I assume, read quietly. Her book must not have been that interesting, since she was fast asleep. Sandy hadn't woken from that nap on my shoulder yet. I figured John and Lissa were taking a nap behind us too, after they both got tired of talking about whatever Lissa wanted to talk about.
I was considering getting up to grab something to eat when I heard a slight sigh from behind me. The pitch was...well I'm not sure how else to describe it. It was
sexual
. I slowly turned my head to look through the crack between the headrests on our seats. Through that small sliver, I could see John leaning back, mouth open. Lissa's head was in his lap, with his cock in her mouth.
Lissa was much too engrossed in the task at hand to notice that I was staring, but John must've been on the lookout because he spotted me immediately. He gave me a look that I interpreted as a Don't Fuck This Up For Me Look. I didn't say anything, but I continued staring. Lissa's technique was admirable. She seemed to favor lollipop licks over lip suction, and she would alternate between licks on the shaft and licks on the balls. She seemed to have a system. She would lick the shaft four or five times, up and down. Then she would suck on the head of his cock for a few seconds before dropping her head down to his balls, taking them into her mouth one at a time. Then she would repeat. I thought that she might've been training for some kind of sexual olympics event, until she decided to break from routine. Suddenly, Lissa, after maybe three complete sets of her blowjob technique that I saw, dropped her lips onto John's cock and took the whole thing into her mouth and down her throat.
***
After eight hours on the train, an hour in a car and another twenty minutes on foot, we dragged our exhausted asses and road-beaten luggage into what was now our front lawn. Sandy let out a sigh of satisfaction while Lissa let out a squeal and a giggle. All at once, everyone dropped their luggage and ran into the front door. We all ran around the house, looking at bedrooms and bathrooms and closet sizes, claiming rooms and then claiming other, bigger rooms, as our own.
