My first time? You really want to hear about that? Well it's going back a bit but give me a moment to gather my thoughts and I'll tell you what happened....
Jack (that's me) and his girlfriend, Jill (OK, so I'm not very imaginative with names -- so sue me), were both eighteen and like all eighteen year olds they knew it all. They might both still be virgins but they knew all about sex. They'd seen the pictures and read the books, the whole sex ed. thing, and they knew what was what. They'd even experimented a bit with some heavy petting and touching when they thought they could get away with it, which wasn't often the way the parents kept on at them. Jill was on the pill, and eventually their time would come.
Anyway, it was the holiday season and they were at this farm or dude ranch or whatever you like to call it. You know the sort of place. You go out and pretend to be a yokel for a few weeks and get bored out of your mind, bruised in body and looking forward to going to university or college, just to get out of this hell hole you'd been consigned to.
This particular afternoon, by the clever expedient of falling off that damned horse and claiming a broken leg, Jack was excused the afternoon roundup, and Jill had offered to stay and nurse him. (She hated riding too, but wasn't game to fall of the horse and claim an injury. Too far to fall, she reckoned.) So the staff and suckers all went galloping off over the horizon while Jill escorted poor Jack to the first aid centre, where the broken leg rapidly healed until it resembled a twisted ankle, and not very twisted at that.
This left Jack and Jill with a few free hours to fill, so they decided to explore the place. One place of interest was the stables. They seemed especially large and empty now that all the horses were gone and J&J wandered around looking over all the yokel type stuff. Jack spotted this ladder at the end of the stable and naturally looking up to see where it went, he spotted the hay loft. You know the sort of place. Just like a big shelf where they stored their extra bits and pieces and of course, feed for the horses. Oats and grain or whatever, and hay. Lots of hay. Several rolls were there, but a couple of those rolls had been broken down and were just loose piles.
"Do you suffer from hay-fever, Jill," asked Jack with a grin.
When she turned to look at him he jerked his thumb upward and then indicated the ladder. Jill grinned back at him and then scooted up the ladder with Jack close behind. Pretty soon they were ensconced in the hay, making out. Still a couple of innocents at this stage, so think kissing and a bit of groping when you try to imagine what they were doing.
Seeing that they were on holiday, Jill actually let Jack go just that little bit farther than normal, with the result that he was able to unbutton her shirt and slip her bra up. For the first time he could actually see the twin treasure that he'd dreamed about but rarely been able to touch. As far as J&J were concerned, comparing this to chasing cows from a horse? No contest.
Things were moving along nicely as far as Jack was concerned, although Jill was having a few doubts but willing to go with the flow. For now anyway. Then came the interruption.
Suzy came waltzing into the stables. How to describe Suzy? According to Jack, wow! According to Jill, that bitch! (You will note that they both describe her with exclamation marks. She was that type of girl.
Suzy was gorgeous. Blonde, stacked (and didn't she know it), really nice figure that she delighted in showing of in tight jeans or tighter shorts and skimpy little tops that were almost, but not quite, indecent. She was a natural flirt and cosied up to every man on the place. She'd even flirted with Jack once, leaving him tongue-tied and Jill furious.
As I said, Suzy came waltzing into the stable, looking all around. She was wearing sandals, a pair of her tight little shorts and one of those nearly indecent tops. She had legs that seemed to go on forever, but when they did eventually finish there was a sight for sore eyes, and any male in her vicinity would stop and look. Jack was in the vicinity and he was looking, much to Jill's disgust.
"She's a tart," hissed Jill in Jack's ear. "If she's wearing anything under that outfit it's more than I can tell."
"She's harmless," Jack whispered back. "We'll just lie here quietly until she goes again.
"What's she doing here, anyway," grumbled Jill. "I've never seen her on a horse yet."
Jack grinned. "I'd love to see her mounted," he said ambiguously, getting a swift dig in the ribs from an irked Jill.
J&J lay low, watching Suzy wander around, confident they couldn't be seen.
"Carl?" called Suzy. "Are you in here?"
"No, sweetheart," rumbled a voice from the door. "Carl couldn't make it. He's had to ride out to the south pasture and so I've come in his place."
The inhabitants of the stable all turned their heads to look at the newcomer. There, filling the doorway (and it was a large door), was Logan, one of the ranch hands.
OK. A description for Logan. A walking tank, from Jack. A gorilla, from Jill. Suzy had been known to refer to him as that dumb ox, which wasn't really fair as Logan was really quite intelligent. He just didn't look it.
Logan stood six foot six in his bare feet. (The cowboy boots added another four of five inches.) He weighed about 250 pounds, and none of it was fat. He also had a face that looked as though it had been the target of a herd of mules holding a kicking contest. He was really ugly. He was also extremely good with animals, and was often on call as the vet's assistant. He only worked at the ranch during the holidays, being enrolled at the University studying veterinary science.
"What are you doing here?" demanded Suzy, "and where's Carl?"
"I just answered both those questions," pointed out Logan. "Don't you listen? Carl is heading towards the south pasture and I'm his replacement."
"His replacement for what?" asked Suzy. "And why would he stand me up to go to the south pasture? What's out there, anyway?"
"You do have questions, don't you," observed Logan. "He's going to the south pasture because I told him to. What's at the south pasture will be Carl and a lot of work for him to do. Carl was coming here because he was of the understanding that you were going to fuck him, but was quite willing to go to work when I told him you wouldn't be fucking him today."
"What makes you think that Carl thought I was going to fuck him, as you so crudely put it? And why do you think I wasn't?"
"More questions," muttered Logan. "Carl was under that impression probably because you gave him that impression. I explained that if he came down to the stable to meet you it would be with a broken arm, and that he'd be much safer riding out. He saw the wisdom of my words and left. I knew that you wouldn't actually fuck the poor bastard as you're getting such a kick out of teasing the men and setting them against each other. Now, have you any more questions before I get down to business?"
"I've never been so insulted," gasped Suzy. "How dare you infer such things about me. And what's this business that you mentioned."
