Excuse the delay for the end which I thought was submitted but was apparently rejected or lost in transmission.
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"Look at you girlie," Mac exclaimed when he saw Mary standing outside his house, and while the clothes she wore were nothing remarkable they were the best she owned.
Even though the light blue blouse and dark blue skirt were no more revealing and erotic than a Catholic school uniform it was clear that the plump teen had made a point to look her best.
"Is he here yet?" Mary said excitedly, shifting her weight from foot to foot and looking ready to explode from the excitement.
"Not yet," Mac Green sighed as he stepped outside and joined Mary on the porch, and while even though his senior bones were aching Mac would not have minded taking the teen inside for a little fun.
Those days were likely over, Mac realized as he watched the bubbly lady looking up and down the road waiting for his son's car which would be transporting his grandson Dwight for a visit. They had been crazy times, the last few weeks, and the girl had certainly changed things around during that time.
Mary was not a virgin when she first started pedaling her bike down past his vegetable stand, but Mary was not far beyond that point when they started to get acquainted. Certainly less so than most 19 year old girls were these days, Mac mused, and she must have had a lot of energy stored up the way she had taken to sex with him and his son and his daughter-in-law.
Dwight though, was the one that Mary had always wanted and was the reason she had first engaged the old man in conversation. At that time Mac Green thought that his grandson, on the verge of becoming a lawyer, was engaged to a girl and was planning on getting married after he graduated from law school but after Mac had mentioned Mary's name in a phone conversation things had changed.
Luckily Dwight arrived at last, because Mary was having kittens as she kept pacing around, and when the Buick pulled into the driveway the chubby teen practically flew down the porch steps to meet her old playmate, who to Mary's delight hadn't changed all that much since those days even though he was now 22.
"Hi," Mary said shyly as she stopped by the side of the car and waited for Dwight to climb out, but once the slim black young man got out she couldn't hold back and jumped into his arms.
They kissed liked they did back behind the barn in the old days, only now they were adults with nothing to hide. As Mary looked into Dwight's big brown eyes she felt herself melting like she used to. The two of them still looked like bookworms in their horn rimmed glasses, and while Dwight had gotten taller and Mary had gotten slimmer, there was something that hadn't changed and that became clear during their long walk through the fields they used to roam as teens.
"Remember that swimming hole?" Dwight asked when they reached the bottom of the hill, and they laughed when they saw how tiny it looked to them now.
"Back then it looked like an ocean," Mary recalled.
"I used to stare at you whenever I thought you wouldn't notice," Dwight admitted. "I never saw a naked girl before that and couldn't believe you actually took your clothes off in front of me."
"You eventually got the nerve to swim without your underwear though, and so you were the first man I ever saw naked," Mary reminded Dwight. "Couldn't believe how different men were from boys."
"Too bad there's not more water in the hole or else we could relive history," Dwight said as he stood behind Mary and kissed her neck, making the teen shiver.
"I don't think the water would reach our knees now," Mary noted.
"That would let me look at more of you," Dwight said.
"Did you really look at me that much back then?" Mary asked as she leaned back into her old friend, and when Dwight said yes she added, "When you didn't want to do stuff with me I figured it was because I was too fat."
"No, that wasn't it," Dwight recalled. "I thought you were beautiful then too. I'm glad for your health's sake you lost some weight but you looked so good to me - and besides I was older than you."
"Oh. You did play with the cucumber though," Mary giggled.
"Yeah, I did that."
"And you let me jerk you off, even if I didn't know how at first."
"You did fine, and then after you would go home I stay up all night doing it to myself while thinking about you," Dwight admitted.
"Then why didn't you - you know?" Mary asked. "I mean, I was willing even if I didn't know how."
"Scared, because I never did it before."
"Neither had I," Mary said. "We could have learned together. I thought you were the only one for me."
"I still haven't," Dwight suddenly blurted out.
"What?"
"I'm still a virgin," the bespeckled lawyer-to-be sheepishly admitted.
"You are? I thought you were engaged?"
"I am, it's just that I've got a lot of body image issues," Dwight confessed. "I could have I suppose but I guess I was just waiting. Are you a - none of my business."
"No, I'm not," Mary admitted. "Not having much to do around here is a lousy excuse, but I've been with a couple guys."
"Oh."
"If it matters to you, in all this time I've thought of you all the time," Mary said as they walked back towards the house. "And I admit that when I heard you were engaged I cried."
"You did?"
"Yeah, for some reason I always thought that some day you would come back here - maybe riding a white horse or a unicorn - and swoop by and take me away from here," Mary confessed.
"Remember the barn?" Dwight asked as they passed the rickety faded red structure.
"How could I forget?" Mary laughed, and they both roared when they said simultaneously, "The cucumber."
"You probably thought I was a pig," Mary said as they eased the door open.
"No," Dwight replied. "I was too busy staring at your privates and wishing I would get hairy like you were."
"Omigod," Mary blushed. "Believe me, it's only gotten worse down there."
"Better," Dwight corrected. "I thought you were so sexy - and when I slipped that cucumber into you I was wishing that it was me."
"It could have been," Mary chided.
