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Country Love Ch. 01

By: Hobbitman457



I pulled up to the concert in my black 1964 Cadillac Coupe deVille. I had always been a fan of the artist who was playing at the Belcourt Theater, Miss Taylor Swift. Parking, I climed out. I put on my hat, locked the Coupe deVille, going inside.

It was a great concert. Packed with thousands of screaming fans, Taylor won the crowd with her songlist, ending with her classic, 'Teardrops on My Guitar'. So, I left.

It was dark in the streets, as I came up to a stop sign. I had bought a ticket for the next day's show, too, so it would be easy. Not that I cared, but there would also be a contest to have dinner with Taylor. Most guys would probably take her to some fancy, upscale, nose-in-the-air French restaurant. I wouldn't.

I pulled into my driveway, locking the Coupe deVille, and going inside. I flipped the switch, heading into the bedroom and going to sleep.

I went inside the Belcourt Theater, sitting as Taylor walked out onstage, addressing the crowd. The crowd cheered as they started to play 'Picture to Burn'. It was an excellent concert, actually. Right after she finished the song 'I Heart Question Mark', Taylor addressed the crowd.

"Everyone, as you probably know, some lucky person in this room is going to win dinner with me tomorrow. Check your tickets, and the number will be coming in a sec." she said, as a man in a suit walked out, a glass bowl in his hands.

'I might as well try. Not gonna win, though.' I thought, taking the ticket from my wallet. Numbers were written on the face of the ticket, sort of like a raffle.

Taylor stuck her hand into the jar, moving it around, grabbing one of the tickets in the jar, pulling it out. She held it up to the light. "Alright." she said. "The winning number is: 812,645,781."

The auditorium quieted before she read the numbers. I could hear the shuffling of feet, hoping that they would be the person to take Taylor out, hopefully impressing her. I looked down at mine. 812,645,781 was written on mine.

"Will the winner of the contest please come up on stage?" said the man in the suit. I stood up and took the stairs up, the sound of my boots walking against the hardwood stage reverberated throughout the auditorium. I stood in front of the silent crowd. They scanned me, from my black cowboy hat, my face, all the way down to my boots.

"Well, you are the lucky man. If you will, just let me see the ticket." said the man in the suit, as I gave him the ticket. "Very well, you have won."

I was told to wait, as the crowd left. Taylor came over.

"Mr. Walker, meet me at the Grand Opry Hotel tomorrow, at seven. Congrats, by the way" she told me.

=

I didn't intend to take Taylor anywhere fancy or high-class. It was dinner. Just a meal, you know? I put my cowboy hat and boots on. I wore a pair of blue jeans and a cowboy shirt (which I will refer to as such because I couldn't find a better word).

I picked Taylor up where she said. Like me, she was wearing casual clothes. She was impressed with the Coupe deVille.

"So, where we going?" she asked.

"Depends where you want to go." I replied, turning the key.

"Hey, I thought that if a guy won, he'd try to impress me by taking me to somewhere fancy, like a French restaurant." she replied.

"Not me. I was just planning on going on wherever you wanted to go." I said, as we came to a red light.

"We could to to KFC." she offered.

"Sure." I said.

=

We got our food from KFC, sitting at one of the booths. In minutes, we were laughing, talking, and having a good time.

"Wow, Taylor. I never would have thought that you'd turn out like this. I thought you'd want to go somewhere fancy." I said.

"Nope. I'm just a down-to-earth girl. Guess we both had wrong expectations. If you'll excuse me for a second, I'll be right back." she said, standing up and walking away. I got up, too, filling up my soda.

I looked out the window. This was turning out different than I had expected. I'd expected to have to get her somewhere famous people would eat, then take her to her hotel room. But, none of that matters and I don't know why I just told you that, because it doesn't change anything.

After a couple minutes of waiting, Taylor came back. We threw our stuff away and took the Coupe deVille back to her hotel room. We pulled up outside.

"Had a good time this evening." said Taylor. "Your a fun person to hang out with."

"Not so bad yourself." I replied.

"It's amazing, though. This...this didn't turn out anything like I expected. I expected you would be the kind of man who'd try to get at me, try to get me to go out with him again. You've shown none of that tonight. I'm impressed." she said.

"I am a fan of your music, I will say that. I've liked your music ever since I heard it. But I will treat any woman, no matter who, with respect and courtesy."

"I thought you'd say that. Too bad I have to run. Here, take this and call me sometime." she said, handing me a piece of paper. "Bye." she said.

"Bye." I replied, putting the scrap of paper in my wallet. I pulled away, heading back home. On this dinner, I had accomplished way more than I expected. I had exceeded Taylor's expectations, by doing the opposite of what she expected. She even said that I had impressed HER, just by being myself.

I programmed the number into my cellphone as I pulled in at home. I had realized something, however, that I hadn't noticed throughout the whole trip with Taylor. By just sitting with her, talking with her, laughing with her and making her laugh, I had learned about her personality.

And what I had said to her, about treating women with respect and courtesy, was completely true. It was how I was raised as a boy. But, that doesn't matter.

I awoke the next morning, taking a shower and shaving. I dressed in a t-shirt and some jeans, wearing my boots, heading off to work. I worked at a Country Music shop. It was a good job, with good pay and a discount on CDs. I spent a couple days doing such.

That weekend, I woke up and cleaned myself up, dressing. I took out my cellphone, sending a text to Taylor.

Taylor,

Wondering if you wanted to go get some breakfast. 

-Joseph

She agreed, and I picked her up.

"So, where do you wanna go?" I asked.

"Why don't we go to your place, maybe have some breakfast there." she suggested, not in a naughty way, but in a normal way, like she wanted to see my house.

"Okay."

We got back to my house, going inside. Thank God I kept my house clean. She went in ahead of me, sitting down at the table. I went up and did my best impression of a waiter.

"May I take your order?" I said.

"Uh, yeah. I'll take some sausage, a biscuit, and an egg please." she said, giggling a little.

"Good. How do you want your eggs?"

"Scrambled, please."

"To drink?"

"Diet Coke, please." she said, laughing.

"Yes ma'am. Your order will be up right away." I said, laughing with her.

I fixed our breakfast, with eggs in the frying pan, a pair of biscuits in the oven, and sausage frying in another pan. When it was all finished, I threw some hot pads on the table, putting the stuff on it. I served our drinks.

"Bon appetite." I said, sitting, grabbing a napkin.

"Looks great." said Taylor, taking a couple pieces of sausage for herself.

We decided to go watch a movie. Taylor picked out 'The Godfather'.

"Listen, the reason I left last night was because I was also going to hang out with Kellie Pickler at a club. I was up pretty late." said Taylor, as I sat on the couch. I leaned up against it, her against me, as the movie started. About a quarter-way through, she fell asleep, her head against my chest.

I wasn't gonna disturb her, and I wasn't going to do anything to her, either. I just put my arm on her shoulder and watched the movie.

=

I started the Godfather, PT 2, which was on the same DVD, when Taylor woke up.

"Huh? What happened?" she asked quietly.

"You fell asleep, Taylor." I said. Not in a depressed, deprived way, but in a kind, gentle way.

"Oh. Thanks for putting up with it. I wouldn't have dozed off, but I was up pretty late last night." she said, still drowsy.

"Don't worry about it. Slept for a while, though. It's just about noon." I said, helping her up. "How about I go get you something to eat?"

"No thanks."

"So, you want me to take you back to the hotel, or what?" I asked patiently.

"Let's go back to my hotel and watch some TV." she answered.

"Okay."

We went back to the Grand Opry Hotel. Taylor lead me into the penthouse suite, which was quite marvelous. A wall-mounted plasma TV hung on the opposite wall of the bed in the bedroom. Another TV, this time on the floor, also a plasma, sat in the living room. The kitchen, in addition to a fully-stocked fridge, held a popcorn maker and all kinds of popcorn.

We decided that the best room would be the living room. With a bowl of popcorn and a couple Diet Cokes, we watched TV like normal people. Surprising, isn't it? About an hour into watching, my cellphone rang.

"Hello? WHAT?! Oh my God! What happened?" I said, getting tense quickly.

It was my mother calling, from Los Angeles.

"It's your Uncle Joseph. He was in a severe car accident." she said.

"I'll be there as soon as possible. Good bye." I said, hanging up.

"What's up?" ask Taylor.

"It's my uncle. He got into a really bad car wreck, and he's in an LA hospital in Intensive Car. I'm sorry, Taylor, but this is my favorite uncle. I have to go." I said, getting up to leave.

"I'll go with you." said Taylor, getting up after me.

"Are you sure?" I replied.

"Yeah. I don't have any concerts planned, and I'm sure you could use the company, instead of sitting by an over-talker on the plane, or something." said Taylor.

I gave a little smile, as Taylor went to pack up her stuff. I went home to pack some stuff, and we met at the Nashville Airport. I paid for a pair of tickets, and we boarded.

"So, I don't mean to intrude anywhere or anything, but you seem really tense about your uncle." said Taylor on the plane.

"I am. This is my Uncle Joseph, my namesake. He spent a lot of time with me as a kid, he even took me to my first concert and helped me buy my Coupe deVille. Me and him are really close." I said, looking out the window. 

"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't know." she said.

"Not at all. Its just...I don't know. It's just painful."

The rest of the flight was spent in silence. We booked a hotel room (yes, we shared a room) in a hotel of which I can't remember the name. Taylor (in disguise when we checked in) decided to stay at the hotel while I went to visit my Uncle.

I walked as calmly as I could down the hall to the nurse's desk, asking for the room. It was right behind me. I went in, seeing my uncle laying in the bed, an IV running down to his arm. My Mother sat in a chair at his side, looking like she was crying.

"Hello, everybody." I said, struggling to stay calm.

"Hey, Joey. Surprised to see you this quick." said my Dad, who leaned against a wall.

"I got on the soonest flight out of Nashville I could. What happened, anyway?" I replied, sitting down, taking off my hat, sitting it on a table.

"He was going after he'd stopped at a stop sign. Out of nowhere, a car came and plowed into the driver's side door. He was injured, so they brought him here." said my Mom, her voice unstable.

I thanked her for the explanation. I was there until about 9:00, when I thought it'd be best for me to leave. I promised to bring them something good for breakfast, as I left. I took a cab back to the hotel. Taylor was already asleep, so I just grabbed a quilt and climbed onto the couch, turned on the TV, and tried to go to sleep.

I awoke about 6:00 the next morning. I left a note to Taylor where I went, and went to the rental car place. I rented another Coupe deVille (somehow or another, only a couple years ahead of my own.) I had left Taylor the other rental, picked up some breakfast, and went to the hospital. It was a miracle.

I walked into the ICU room, and, to my surprise, my Uncle sat there, awake and happy, but a little week.

"Hey there, buddy." he said weakly, as I walked through the door. "When did you get here?"

"Last night, I flew in from Nashville. Enough about me, though. How are you feeling?" I replied, smiling simply on the fact that he was conscious.

"A little weak, but otherwise fit as a horse." he joked.

"You always were stubborn." I replied, to his laughter. 

"Here, Mom, Dad, Aunt Pat, I bought you some breakfast." I said to my parents and Aunt Pat, handing them the bag of food I brought.

"Thanks. I'm surprised you actually got here this early. Thought you'd head to a club or something." said Aunt Pat.

"Heck no. I wouldn't go out to a club just to try to forget about my troubles. Never." I said, much to general laughter.

"Really? I happen to remember a time that a certain someone in this room's sister got into a small accident, but broke a couple ribs, and this certain someone turned off his cellphone at the club he went to, and didn't get the message that she didn't break any ribs, but just bruised them slightly." said Uncle Joseph.

"You couldn't help me out this one time?" I asked, looking at him, and he laughed.

I was there for a couple hours when I decided to get a soda. While I was trying to decide if I wanted a Root Beer or a Coke, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey, Joey? How's your Uncle?" asked the voice on the other end.

"Oh, hi Taylor. He's not near as bad as I expected. He must've been still knocked out from the wreck last night, but he's sitting up and joking today." I answered.

"Oh, good. I suppose those prayers worked, huh?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"You were asleep this morning, when I came in to get a soda. You were praying in your sleep."

"Just worried, you know?"

"Yeah. Just calling to check on you and him." she said. "Good bye."

"Bye." I said, as we both hung up. Then, I realized something. While I was talking to Taylor, I had made up my mind on what I wanted to drink. 'Damn. Forgot.' I just got a Diet Coke and went back to the ICU.

"Hey, Joey, you just missed the Doctor. He said they'd be moving me to a different room. I'd have to stay there for a couple weeks, but that's okay." said Uncle Joseph.

"Great. Hey guys, I'm gonna go back to the hotel, try and get some sleep. Didn't sleep to well last night. Bye. Bye, Uncle Joey." I said.

"Bye."

I climbed into the rented Coupe deVille, heading back to the hotel and back to Taylor. She was shocked to see me back so early.

"What are you doing back so early? I expected you to be there all day, like yesterday." she said in her surprise.

"Nope. I wanted to take you out to celebrate." I said.

"Sounds good. Just let me go get ready." she said, as my cellphone rang for the second time that day. I looked at the number, it was the hospital.

"Hello?" I asked, doing my best to keep my voice from being wobbly from worry.

"Hey, it's your mother. They've said what was wrong with your Uncle. They removed the IV and have put him on a light-food diet. He's asleep, now. But, he did want you to know that he's okay." said Mom.

"Okay, thanks for the update. I'll call you later. Love you, bye." I said, receiving the same, and hanging up.

Taylor walked out, ready to go.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Well, I was thinking about it and, maybe we could stay here and I have room service bring something up. We haven't spent any time together since we got here, you know?" I said.

"Sounds good. Besides, I'd rather have you to myself than go to a restaurant, with everyone else wondering 'What the heck? What are they thinking, wearing casual, southern apparel? What do they think they are, cowboys?" replied Taylor, as we both laughed. 

"So, what should we have?"

"How about...Italian." she offered.

"Well, that narrows it down to one country." I joked.

"Okay, how about a pepperoni pizza?" she suggested.

"Sure." I said, picking up the telephone. "Room service, bring up one..."

"Medium." mouthed Taylor, to my nod.

"Medium sized pepperoni pizza, please. What? You do. Just a second." I said, turning my attention to Taylor. "They have some freshly-made ice cream ready, and can send up any condiments we want."

"Great. Why don't we split some, and get some chocolate sauce?" offered Taylor.

"Sounds great. One medium pepperoni pizza, and some ice cream with chocolate sauce." I ordered. Ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, a man came to the door, knocking. I gave him a $5.00 tip and the money for the food, taking it from him. We sat down at the coffee table, taking some of the plates from the cabinet.

"Want a soda?" ask Taylor, from the kitchen.

"Sure. Diet Coke, please." I said.

"Incoming!" she said, as she threw it through the wooden bars in the no-glass window, as I caught it.

I got ready, as Taylor came in and sat down next to me. The pizza was good, actually. Some of the best I'd ever eaten. It had some spices in the pepperoni, making that good. We boxed up what we didn't eat and put it in the kitchen, most likely for breakfast in the morning.

We served ourselves some ice cream and sauce. Not very long into it, Taylor looked at me. She had just a dab of chocolate sauce on her lip, and we laughed. There was some kind of a connection between us, and we could both feel it. 

She wiped it off, and we ate the rest of the meal, talking and laughing.

Later, that evening, we lay in a chair on the room's balcony. It was strangely cold that evening, so we had a small cover over both of us. I lay against the actual chair, and Taylor lay against me.

"Hey, look. A shooting star. Make a wish." said Taylor, pointing into the dark, starry sky.

"I don't have to. You already came true." I said, to good effect. We kissed a deep, romantic kiss. (Yes, I know it was a classic and overused line, but it fits, does it not?)

The kiss lasted for a minute, but it felt like forever. Something triggered inside both of us. Heat emanated from our bodies. The feel of my lips against her's turned her on, as it did me. We were both ready for our first time as a couple.

We returned inside. Unforunately, I had to go to the bathroom downstairs, to buy a condom (don't ask me why they had a condom dispenser in the bathroom). She told me to hurry back. My mind raced as I climbed into the elevator, which felt like it took for ever. The only thing I could think of was 'Why is this elevator taking so damn long?!'

Finally, I got to the plaza. I headed for the bathrooms, as calmly as I could. I know that Taylor was waiting, but it wouldn't be right to knock over twenty people to get to the bathroom. I got in the door, checked that nobody was around, bought the condom, and got the hell out. 

I got back to the hotel room, locking the door behind me. Couldn't see anyone, so I guessed she was in the bedroom. I was right. She lay on the soft, red silk covers, in sexy, black lingerie. She was ready.

I lay on the bed next to her, and she climbed on top of me. We kissed, our tongues meeting, fighting passionately. She undid my jeans, pulling them down. Next, she removed my boxers, looking at, and apparently impressed, by my 7-inch cock.

She toyed with it, her tongue touching it, feeling it, then withdrawing it. She licked the shaft, before finally putting it in her mouth. She took the whole thing in her mouth, almost gagging. It was fully erect, and ready for action.

She climbed back up on top of me, as we kissed again. Our tongues met, moving around, twisting. Taylor turned over, as I got on top of her, kissing her breasts, lightly nibbling on her nipples, which were already hard.

"Joey, I need to feel you inside me..." she said, as I still lay on top.

I guessed, correctly, that she had never had anyone play with her pussy before penetration.


Country Love Ch. 01



"Just try something. I guarantee you'll love it." I said.

"What?" she asked.

"Move up a little, and I'll show you." I replied, and she followed my request.

I moved over, spreading her legs, kissing around her pussy, moving closer. She had obviously never felt this before, and it pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. I ran my tongue against the clitoral hood, moving down, through her pussy lips, which I had spread with my fingers. She was getting close, really close. Her back was arched. I stuck my tongue in as far is it would go, wiggling it around, running it along her vagina walls.

Right when very little could push her over the edge, I withdrew my tongue, shifting my hold from both hands to just one. I stuck my index finger inside. It was wet and throbbing, wanting to release it's juices, but unable to.

"Don't stop, that feels...so good. Please, don't stop..." she said, as I entered with another finger. Her moans turned to screams of pleasure, as I rubbed along the vaginal walls.

'Jackpot.' I thought, when I found her G-spot. I tickled it, as she released her juices.

"Oh my God. Nobody's ever done that before...but it feels so good." she said.

I didn't say anything, as I dove back in, still stimulating her G-spot to great effect. I stopped when she was right upon her second orgasm of the night. Her juices were ready to flow. I stuck my tongue in, licking up her juice from her vaginal walls, as she arched her back again. Just as it had been cleaned, she let out another orgasm, as her moans turned to screams of pleasure.

I unwrapped and put the condom on my cock, which begged to penetrate. She spread her legs, ready to be penetrated. I got on my knees, picking up her hips, sliding my cock into her wet pussy. She moaned as I pounded, quicker qith each thrust. Her hand went to her clitoral hood, massaging it quickly. As I thrust a couple more times, she orgasmed a third time, the juices coating my cock. But, I could sense she had one more left in her. Besides, I hadn't came yet.

I continued to pound, as she screamed with pleasure. I withdrew, turning over and laying on my back. She knew immediately what to do, and she climbed atop the penis, sliding it into her pussy, laying down on me as I thrust. Her body moved over mine, as she screamed. Her nails dug into my back, as we came at the same time, our juices mixing, falling to the bed. I withdrew.

=

And then we fell asleep, her head against my chest, after the marathon fuck session. I awoke the next morning, alone. I could hear the shower running. I picked up my cellphone, looking to see if I missed any calls. Nope. I stood, removing the condom and throwing it into the trashcan, hiding it underneath some other trash. I walked into the bathroom, and could see Taylor's figure behind the red shower curtain. I turned, distracted, to the toilet, relieving myself. I went into the kitchen sink to wash my hands (bringing the soap with me). Thank God the kitchen sink wasn't connected with the shower. I washed my hands, then took the soap back to the bathroom.

I dressed, then put back into the bathroom. Taylor still didn't notice me, as I walked over to the sink. As I had learned, turning the hot water on in a bathroom sink would make the shower water get cold, and vice-versa. I walked over and lightly turned it, enough to get it cool.

After a second, Taylor stuck her head out from behind the shower curtain.

"What was that for?" she said.

"See if you were awake." I replied.

"Well I am now!" she joked, as we laughed.

THE END OF CH. 1

A word from the author:

Thank you for reading Chapter One of Country Love. I can guarantee you, on the grave of the now not-currently planned to be a series High School Love series, that Country Love is not over.

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-Hobbitman457

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World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones, but that matters not. For World War III will destroy it all.

-Albert Einstein, one of the world's greatest thinkers.



Country Love Ch. 02



* I'm aware my first chapter was a bit short, but this story has a lot of background leading up to the more hot part of this romance. Thank you for the positive feedback more will be along shortly.* 

*

The alarm in Cora's room went off at 6 the next morning. She rolled out of her bed and smiled as the brisk fresh air blew through her open window and refreshed her. The breeze blew the curtains which where white as the bright morning sunshine shone through them. This was a true country morning. She pulled on a beater, a crisp new flannel, some daisy dukes, and her work boots, and threw up her long blonde hair into a pony tail. She felt as though she looked ready for work brewed up some coffee and was off.

When she arrived at the farm her grandfather rattled off a list of jobs she could do for him if she wanted to. "That's not too bad for my first day," she said.

He smiled at her kindly and with a chuckle said, "Oh no darlin' that's just for this mornin'."

After she filled all the mangers with silage and hay she collected the eggs and fed and watered the chickens. Once she tended to the chickens she mixed calf formula up and fed the calves in the nursery. Once she fed the calves she replaced the sawdust and so on until she was finished.

When she finished she dragged herself down to the farmhouse. She walked in and plopped herself down in a kitchen chair. As she mentally prepared herself for the next set a chores Cora heard the familiar roar of a Chevy and country music jams. Evidently so did Pop because he came from the office to the kitchen and right out the front door. She got her butt up and went to the window. She saw Pop lean himself on the drivers side door and the tinted window rolled down. She couldn't make out a face, but her grandfather carried on a conversation with the driver for about five minutes. A tan hand reached out of the truck window and shook Pop's hand. Then the truck spun out and parked on the other end of the shed. Cora rolled her eyes and went back to the kitchen for some lunch.

She finished her meal quickly so she could get back to work. She fixed her hair into a tighter ponytail and splashed some cool tap water over her face. As soon as she finished up she hurried outside. The moment she jogged out the door she slammed into a wall. But this wasn't a wall because the wall brought its enormous hands up to steady her. She opened her eyes and realized she was looking down. She saw a pair of huge ratty old work boots, and some jeans that had seen too many days of work with there oil stains and small holes. Then her eyes traveled up and she saw an old Trimbridge football t-shirt with the sleeves torn off, some long, dark, muscular arms, and the face of a god. His face was as dark as his sun tanned skin and glowed as well, his hair was a smooth chocolate brown that fell in shiny waves from underneath his baseball cap, and his eyes contrasted his dark features with their icy blue brilliance.

" I'm um, sorry sir," she said still looking over his face, " but I was just going out to get some work done and I must have-" she was cut off by her grandfather who was walking back from the other side of the barn.

" Cora, I see you've met Ronnie." he shouted while he jogged towards them. " He came to help out around here. You two will probably be workin' together on most things so let me get you all started. There's a door that needs fixin' on the chicken house and I need the cows to be herded down to pasture, then I'd like you two to fill the feed bags and after that you can clear out that shed next to the old silo." he finished his list at a steady two foot tone once he reached them and smiled before walking between the two of them and into the farmhouse.

Cora nodded to Ronnie and walked out towards the tool shed. She grabbed a tin box full of tools and strolled out toward the chicken house. She looked ahead and saw Ronnie already climbing the ladder to the coop with a tool belt strapped around his hips.

She got there and looked up just as he unscrewed the hinges from the door. " So I'm guessing you don't need my help on this one?"

"Nope." he answered shortly with a few screws held in the side of his mouth as he effortlessly pulled the door out of its place and placed it next to him. No sooner did her utter the word then a chicken came running out of the hen house and leapt down the ladder and right into Cora's arms. Cora laughed as the hen's beady eyes checked around for any danger. She held the bird in her arm as she climbed back up the ladder and released her back into general population.

"I'll just stay here while you do your handy work and make sure we don't have a repeat of that." Cora said teasingly. But her smile was not returned as Ronnie still with the busy frown on his face continued his work without so much as a glance towards her.

"Done." he said and removed himself from her path. She came out to the small landing with him as he tested the door. It swung perfectly and latched easily. He turned his big body towards her, he was probably about 6`3 where she was only 5`5, and handed her his tool belt. "Can you go throw this in the back a my truck, ma'am?"

"Yeah." she turned towards the direction of where his truck, walked down, and placed it in the back. She wasn't even gone two minutes, but when she came back she saw that he had the gates up on each side and was opening the pole barn in order to let the cows down to pasture. She hopped the old fence and rushed up to the side of the gate.

"Thanks for waiting for me." she said as she perched on top of the five foot gate.

"Get down from there before you fall." he said completely ignoring her previous statement. He opened the large door that was closing in the pole barn and the cattle came shuffling out four at a time. He tied the door open as he climbed onto the other gate. Once all the bulls were out Ronnie slid the door closed and walked to where she still sat on the gate. " I told you to get down," he said," Look you're already bleedin'."

She looked down and it was true. Her shin must have gotten busted when she hopped that old fence. Once they had finished following the cows down to pasture she fastened the gate shut and turned to her coworker with a smile. He did not return the favor but looked down at her wound. "Well, I guess we have to take you to the hospital and get that stitched up." he said as though it would be a great burden. Then he walked toward her and scooped her up in his huge tan arms.

"What are you doing?" she asked in alarm, "Put me down! I am fine put me down right now!"

"I can't do that little lady. If you walk on that anymore it's gonna bleed you to death." She looked down and although it was bloody it had clotted and stopped bleeding out awhile ago.

"Ronnie put me down. I can rinse it off with the hose and it will be fine. Now let me down I'm a big girl." she added the last part sort of mockingly. But he still did not let her down, he only tightened his hold on her until she relaxed. Once they reached his truck he put her on her feet and opened the cab door. He turned to pick her up and place her on his seat but she was already at the other end of the shed turning on the hose.

"Girl you just don't listen do you?" he said crossing his arms and leaning against the shed.

"My name is Cora and I'd like you to call me that. And how old do you think I am that you can just boss me around and pick me up and take me wherever you want me to go?"

"Gi- Uh Cora I know I'm older than you and that I've been workin' on this farm longer than you. Maybe you should listen to a thing or two."

"And how old are you?" she asked still splashing water over the gash.

"I'm twenty and you are eighteen. You left and decided to go all city-slicker and I've worked here on and off since I graduated. You moved away before you knew how to do damn thing so just let me take care of the farmin'."

"What do I do then?" she yelled straightening up from cleaning her leg of and giving him the angriest face she could manage.

"Why don't you get on in the kitchen and mix me up some lemonade darlin'?"

Her jaw dropped she had known this man for less than twenty four hours and he just basically told her that she, as a lady, belonged in the kitchen. Full of rage she twisted the hose onto full blast and directed its head towards him. The spray knocked the hat from his head and he was so surprised he lost his balance and fell back into the dirt. Barely satisfied she marched up towards the feed room where she would begin filling feed bags. Hopefully, alone.



Country Love Ch. 03



She set up the funnel she would attach the chute to and went around back to get the tractor which was attached to the machine that would pour out the grain. She pulled the tractor around and backed the chute into the open window which the funnel waited inside of. She fired up the machine and realized that she needed a second person to pull the lever that would start and stop the pouring process. She climbed back into the feed room expecting to attach the funnel and chute and ready the bags and twine but it was already done. She looked around and saw Ronnie leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. She needed another hand but she was pissed that it had to be his.

"Need a little help?" he asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Yes," she said, "So get out there and man that lever." She smiled mockingly as the smirk left his face.

"No way!" he said, "There is no way a little girl like you can lift hundred pound feed bag across this room for the next hour. At least not easily!" She simply crossed her arms and held her ground. She may have moved to the city but she continued riding horses and that was no easy work. Whatever she had to do here, she could do with a little bit of effort. Ronnie dropped his head and walked up to her. He got within a foot of her and said, "I'm sorry. That sexist bullshit I pulled behind the shed was un-called for, but I'm not letting a little girl do a bunch of hard manual labor while I sit and watch. Please go out and push that button so we can get this done. Together." His last word sounded like it burned his tongue to say but Cora knew his apology burned his pride even more so she jumped down and started her work.

Once the bags were filled and stacked she and Ronnie silently stalked off to the old shed. They looked around at the job ahead of them. There were piles of rusted parts to tractors and trucks, sheets of scrap metal, and old bikes and wagons that her mother probably played with as a child. They easily loaded everything into the back of Ronnie's truck. When it was empty they examined their work side by side. With a sigh Cora let her head rest on Ronnie's arm. She was relieved that the work day was over. Ronnie looked down at the little head resting against his arm and fought back a smile. He reached over and brushed a little blonde wisp back behind her ear. Surprised Cora looked up at him, but in the split second his face hardened again and he turned and walked out of the shed. "See you tomorrow Cora." he said as he hopped in his truck and sped off.



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Cora dragged her tired little body home. She walked through the front door and kicked off her boots, she peeled of her sweaty shirts, dropped her jean shorts, and left her panties on the trail to the bathroom. She ran the water warm and stepped in. She washed bits of hay seed out of her hair and scrubbed all traces of sweat from her body. Then she made the water hotter and relaxed thinking about Ronnie. If he wasn't such a jerk she might have liked him. Who was she really kidding though? he was the most handsome human being she had every laid her eyes on. She wanted to see more muscles than just those big strong arms. She wanted to run her fingers through that thick dark mop of his. And she wanted to see him smile. He was trying too hard to be a man. He was still a boy. He was only twenty years old for goodness sake. He was very kind to have taken so much trouble to make her comfortable and he was sincerely worried when she cut her leg. She decided that tomorrow she would have more patience with him.

She got out of the shower and dried herself down and threw her hair up in the towel. It was beginning to get dark and the sunset was beautiful. Crickets were starting their music and the breeze blew the leaves in the trees. It was perfect. She pulled on a little cotton dress. It did nothing for her figure but it was comfortable. She let down her long hair and combed through it. Just as she was going to fix dinner up she heard a certain truck pull up her drive and slam its doors outside. Then came a short knock on the door.

As she answered the door she took in Ronnie's more cleaned up appearance. He wore dark blue jeans, a pair of black boots, and a Motley Crue t-shirt that accentuated his muscular form. She didn't understand why he would be at her house at this time of day and immediately imagined the worst. " What's the matter?" she asked rather excitedly, " Is something wrong at the farm? Is Pop ok? Come in, come in."

She stepped aside so he could enter her house. He stepped in quickly and placed both hands on her shoulders.

"Quiet. Relax nothing is wrong." he said giving her a little shake to snap her out of it. She looked at him puzzled. "I just wanted to come see if you had had a chance to go out yet. I mean like see the new stuff in town. I don't know. Maybe this was a bad idea." He dropped his hands and looked away.

"Oh, yes, well no. I haven't seen anything yet. Are you saying you want to go somewhere in public with me?"

"Well you could put it like that," he said, "or you could say I'm asking you to go out with me tonight."

"I will," she said rather surprised at his sudden change of heart, "just let me get a little prettier."

As she walked away from him he let out a deep breath. He watched her slim little figure turn around and walk away. Damn was she beautiful he thought. He thought of when he first saw her in those little shorts with those long suntanned legs. How her long silky blonde hair smelled sweet even after she had worked with animals and dirt all day. He loved those eyes of hers too. They were light blue almost grey and they were filled with laughter and feistiness. He was astounded by her confidence, willpower, and playful personality, He misjudged her when he heard about her. She wasn't the boss's grand daughter turned city slicker, she was a farm girl at heart and that spirit had never left her.

He looked up when he heard her come down the stairs. She had put on flowing cotton tank top, tucked it into some light washed jean cutoffs, and slipped into some moccasins. She had let her hair air dry which had giving it volume and shine, and it fell almost to her butt. She looked perfect with the little bit of sheer makeup she had but on and he couldn't wait to show her around.

They hopped into his truck. It smelled less like a farm truck and more like a man. The cab was clean and empty except for sun glasses in the cup holder and a 12 gauge laying across the back seat. The uncomfortable silence had to be broken so Cora switched on the CD player. Some Dierks Bentley started streaming through the truck and it made her smile. Ronnie turned it down a little and asked her what she wanted to see. After explaining to him that she didn't know what there was to see he told her he would take care of it.

He showed her the new restaurant the old school that closed down a bridge they had built last year and finally he wanted to take her to the cliff that over looked the town. They drove around some back roads that wound through the woods and stopped in front of a foot bridge that crossed over a stream that connected to a waterfall. " Can you go inside that?" she asked pointing towards the waterfall.

"Yeah there's a shallow cave behind it. It's surprisingly not very well known about but me and my brother went into it once. It's beautiful in there. I'll take you sometime."

They continued on about seventy five yards and stopped where the earth ended. Cora looked down and her eyes widened she had no idea such a small town could make such a beautiful display. She smiled up at Ronnie who returned the gesture. This is the first time she had seen any happy emotion come from him and it was beautiful his teeth were like a line of pearls, and his smile spread into his eyes that twinkled with the lights from the town.

"Thank you for taking me out. I had a lot of fun with you tonight." Cora said burying her hands in the back pockets of her shorts and putting her head down. She was very nervous even though she had no reason to be. She shouldn't have to impress him after his actions today. He should have to impress her. That hadn't taken much though. She looked at Trimbridge from her birds eye view and smiled again. Then she felt his two strong arms drape over her shoulders and his body pressed into her. She tensed at the contact. She hoped he couldn't feel her heart pounding under his embrace, but she was let down when he let out a little chuckle. He placed his right hand over her left breast. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. "You aright there?" he teased as he let her go. She turned around quickly and looked at the warm smile that was now spread across his face. She was speechless so she just kept looking at him in surprise. "Come away from the edge Cora." he said and took her small hand in his big one. He led her just a few feet away and she followed. She would follow him anywhere he led her now, she thought as she walked with him back to the truck. He helped her in and when he got into the cab he pulled her close to his side and kept his arm around her the whole ride home.

When they arrived home he helped her down out of the truck and walked her to the door. Before she went inside he took her hand pulled her back to him for a moment, he bent down, and kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight Cora, I'll see you tomorrow I hope." He walked down the porch steps got in his truck and smiled at her before he pulled away. She watched smiling until his truck drove out of sight. 



Country Love Ch. 04



Cora worked seven days a week, eight hours a day, every day but Sunday. Sunday was an easy day because all she had to do was feed the animals. 

Everyday was long but with the help she had she didn't mind. She would wake up at six every morning, be at the farm by seven, work her butt off until about three or four in the afternoon, and then she was granted her evenings.

A week had gone by since Ronnie took her to the cliff and he had come and spent time with her five out of seven nights that week.

There was no cable so he would bring DVDs and they would sit on the couch and watch whatever they picked. They secretly both liked the horrors best because it meant Cora would be in Ronnie's arms for protection.

It was Tuesday and almost everything on the farm that used to be broken or beat up was fixed. Cora and Ronnie went to the farm house for lunch and no sooner had the screen door slammed when pop came in the kitchen.

"Well I've looked around this old place," he began" and ever since you two have begun helpin' out it's become a real enjoyable place again. Thank you kids so much. Hey Ronnie, if all the animals are fed here would you mind takin' your truck to pick up that big order I asked you about?"

"Only if you wouldn't mind me taking Cora with me." Ronnie answered with a sly smile. Pop winked at him and made a shooing motion with his hand.

Ronnie just about ran out to his truck. He waited eagerly on the passenger side and almost threw Cora into her seat trying to help her into the cab. He hurried around the truck and hopped in started her up and they were off.

"What the hell is happening?" Cora demanded.

"We're picking up something for the new shed we cleaned out your first day."

"Liar!" she giggled. Who on earth gets this excited to pick up supplies for a shed? He reached over and pulled right next to him again. He smiled a knowing smile but didn't say another word until they arrived.

The truck pulled into the dirt drive of another farm. This one was considerably smaller than her grandfathers but had immense character. Ronnie got out and ran around to help her out of the vehicle. When she was steadily on the ground Cora looked up into Ronnie's face. He had a big grin still on his face and all she could do was smirk at him with one eyebrow raised. He grabbed her face and kissed her right on the lips. Her skeptical facade melted and she sighed into his lips. " Come help me pick it out." he said to her when the kiss was broken.

They walked around the old barn and stopped at a fenced-in field in the back. The field was long but on the far side she could make out black, white, and brown spots. The spots were horses and she immediately knew what they were supposed to be picking for the shed. She gasped and looked at Ronnie. She jogged forward and climbed onto the first rail on the split rail fence. 

She looked back and Ronnie stood with a smile but behind him a short stout man with a salt and pepper beard and a shiny head was approaching. " Hi honey! You must be the girl from Flagstone Farms I was expectin'."

Ronnie did the talking. He shook the little mans hand and explained that they were hoping to take a horse off his hands in exchange for free hay and deliveries. The man introduced himself as Fred Vitz, and agreed to the terms.

"Go out there and pick one honey." Fred said cheerfully handing her a long carrot," As long as you have one of these almost anyone will go along with you." She thanked Fred, winked at Ronnie and turned and jogged off towards the small heard.

She looked over the six horses. They were all quarter horses and all impressive. There was one a red roan the color of rust. Down the center of his face was a blaze that almost looked like the head of a turkey. The marking made her laugh, and any man who could make her laugh was a good man for her.

She held out the treat and walked toward him. Just as expected he took the bait. She took a fistful of his mane as he took the first half of the carrot. She put the rest in her back pocket and jumped up with all her might. He was a tall handsome horse and she was a short girl. She got her chest onto his back and shimmied her way up all the way on. She stroked his neck and offered him the rest of his carrot. He was very well behaved. She gave him a squeeze to get him to move. Pressing her calf into his side he turned right and they started off toward the barn.

Ronnie watched as Cora boldly took control of a horse she had never been with before. He watched her tiny little body take over his and couldn't help but think she looked like a goddess trotting toward him on the back of that horse. Her blonde pony tail and perky breasts bounced as she made it to the fence. When she reached her destination she slid to the ground. " Mr. Vitz," she started " it's a long way to ride this horse bareback all the way to our farm."

The little man chuckled and gestured toward a trailer. " You can borrow my trailer if you promise to return it full of hay."

"Agreed." said Ronnie and he left to hitch the trailer up to the truck. Cora took a rope off the fence and looped it around her gelding's neck.

"That boy seems pretty happy to spoil you." said Vitz as he walked toward the fence where Cora was busy.

"Oh my pop is the man making the payment. I owe him all the thanks." she answered.

"Honey the payment came from your pop's pocket but the gesture came from that young man's heart." said jerking his thumb toward Ronnie.

"What do you mean?"

"I know your grandfather honey. He and I are good friends as well as business partners and he was gonna use that old shed to keep more chickens. It was Ronnie's idea to use it as a stall. You should find some way to thank him." 

"Oh I will."

With that Vitz walked over and opened the gate of the fence. Cora walked her horse out and over to the waiting trailer and loaded him in. As she closed the door of the trailer she looked at Ronnie. He stood there with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed. He followed her to the passenger side door but before he could help her in she took the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to her level. Their foreheads touched and she looked into his eyes. She smiled and kissed him. It was soft until he picked her up and placed her on the passenger seat. He leaned in, grabbed her neck, and kissed her mouth harder than before. She felt playful so she let him get pretty excited before she pushed her hand into his chest and asked him to drive her and her steed back to the barn.



Country Love Ch. 05



When they pulled around to the back of the barn Cora looked at the shed. How hadn't she noticed that there was a sliding wooden door attached to it and a hook to place a lead line and halter? She was half glad she didn't because this was an amazing surprise.

Ronnie parked the truck and looked over to her. "What are you going to name him?" he asked.

"Well, he has this blaze down the front of his face and the way the top is irregularly shaped makes it look like a turkey head. So I was think Tom or Jake. Like a male turkey."

"Ya know I haven't told you yet, but you're pretty cute." he smiled as he said it.

"I haven't told you yet, but you're very thoughtful," she returned, "Vitz told me you came up with the idea of getting me a horse. Thank you, seriously. It's the best gift I think I've ever been given."

"You're welcome. Now let's unload this horse so I can give you a ride home." They put him in his shelter. Cora made a mental note to get a plaque with "Jake" on it. She liked the name Jake for her horse.

He drove her home and helped her out. She had been thinking about a way to repay him all day. He had made her so happy since she had gotten to Trimbridge and she had given him nothing in return. So as he helped her out of the truck she took his hand and started leading him toward the house with her. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I want you to come over like usual." she smiled up at him as she said it.

"Ok ok but let me go home and shower first and grab something new to watch."

"Shower here. I want to make you dinner. I at least owe you that much."

He looked at her longing eyes. She was being very very cute today. "Aright girl. You're lucky you're damn cute and that I have extra clothes." He lifted up the backseat of the cab and grabbed a neatly folded stack of clothes.

She took his hand again and they walked to the house. When they were inside she showed him her bathroom, got him a towel, and showed him where to put his dirty laundry. He heard her stairs creak and new she was gone. He stripped down and turned on the shower. He looked around and saw a white lace bra on the floor. He tried not to imagine her in just that little garment but his attempt was futile. He needed to calm down if he was going to spend the evening here. He turned the water from hot to cold and stepped in.

Downstairs Cora put the chicken in the oven. It was going to take about a half an hour to cook thoroughly. What will I do for a half an hour? she thought and leaned against the counter. She looked down at herself. Covered in horsehair and smelling like one too. There was only one shower in this house. She stood there deciding how bold she felt. On a scale of one to ten she decided she was about an eight on boldness and made her way upstairs.

She knocked twice on the bathroom door and to her surprise found it unlocked. She walked in and could just barely see the shadow of Ronnie's body. "Cora?" Ronnie called over the hum of the water.

"Yes?" she answered innocently.

"What are you doin' out there?"

"I was gonna ask if I could join in on the shower while the food cooks. I'm a mess and I'd like us to both be fresh for dinner."

"Oh, yeah, well I'll hurry then."

"No need I'm already naked out here."

Ronnie swallowed what felt like a brick. She was naked and about to get inside the shower with him. He tried to calm himself but when he turned around she had pulled the curtain back and was stepping in. She squeaked when the cold water touched her hot skin. The sudden chill made her small pink nipples hard almost instantly. 

She looked straight at him, but only at his face. She stepped toward him and was covered with the stream of water. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to let the water wash over her face and hair. Ronnie took the short opportunity to look at all of her. Her skin was all the same cream color except for her little pink nipples, her tits were a small C but they looked perfect on her tiny body, the little triangle of hair between her legs was trimmed and blonde, just like her head and her ass was round and firm above her long legs.

She reached across him to grab shampoo and her tits nearly touched him. That's when he realized he hadn't moved a muscle since she had gotten in. He took the wash cloth that he had been using before she'd gotten in and lifted it to wash himself. As he did this Cora took his hand with the cloth in it and placed it on her chest just under her neck. She guided his hand slowly with both of hers. She moved his hand down between her breasts and then let go when she had gotten him to her right tit.

He looked at his hand and then at her and suddenly a dam broke. He took her waist with his free hand and pulled her to him. Her hard nipples brushed his chest and her lips locked onto his. He bent to kiss her and moved his hand to each side of her head. He kissed her using his lips and tongue. He ran his tongue over her lips and then moved her head to the side with his hands so he could kiss her cheek down to her jawline then her neck and shoulder. 

She closed her eyes and moaned as he continued his assault. He switched them around so she was close to the wall then leaned her against it. He pinned her there with his body and kissed her and kissed her. She felt his erect cock on her belly. She looked down and her eyes bulged. It had to be at least 9 inches. She should have guessed. She was afraid of how badly it was going to hurt to have him in her. 

He followed her gaze and smiled. He took it in his hand and rubbed it against the soft skin of her belly. She groaned and her pussy ached. She was a virgin but she still felt a longing for him. He kissed her forehead and stepped back. "Dinner smells good." he said.

She took a deep breath. Shit. She was still cooking dinner. She cleaned herself up, threw on a towel and a robe, and ran downstairs. He was right, it smelled great and she was actually starving. She set out plates and waited for him to come down.



Country Love Ch. 06



She had never cooked for just herself and another. She either cooked for her family of four people or a large group. Ronnie ate enough for a family of four. No wonder he was as big as a house. They laughed and enjoyed themselves and the sexual tension was less thick for awhile.

After dinner Cora had to change out of her robe and brush her hair. Ronnie called up the stairs asking her what she'd like to watch. She told him to bring her choices upstairs to her. "Lets watch from in here tonight." she said when he arrived in her bedroom. He was surprised to see her standing there in very little. Her black nighty was light as a feather and nearly see through, but it served its purpose. 

He sat down on the edge of her bed and fanned the DVDs out like playing cards. She didn't choose something scary. Instead she plucked Legends of the Fall out of the mix. She popped it in the tv and made herself comfortable. Following her lead Ronnie got up walked around the bed and laid next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and spooned her close to him. 

As the movie progressed Ronnie forgot about the screen and became focused on Cora. The way her chest rose and fell or how everything about her was soft, her lips, her skin, her hair. He pin pointed her scent, lemons and lavender. She felt his eyes on her and turned her head to look at him. It was too inviting.

He reached up and touching her face assuring she continued looking at him. He kissed her lips very softly but it only took a moment for her taste to make him hungry. He snaked his hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and bite her lip as he kissed her. She moaned and turned her body around to face him. He grasped her firm butt and pulled her even closer to him. From there he ran his fingers up her back and to her tits. With every new touch she whimpered a little. He instinctively became more aggressive. He rolled on top of her massaging her breast in his hand and kissing and nibbling her neck.

He was getting harder every second and he had yet touch her anywhere below her waist. He started grinding his erection against her pelvis just to make its presence known. All Cora could think was how inexperienced she was. He was going to out do her in yet another department. She knew how to touch herself but she had never allowed herself to be touched. For some reason something about Ronnie made her trust him. He would never hurt her.

Ronnie laid her out flat. He looked at her eyes and they weren't heavy and lusty like other women's. Her eyes didn't show any sign of fear only curiosity. "Have you been touched before?" he asked her.

" Not by another person," she admitted," at least not below the waist."

He saw such sex appeal in her, her answer shocked him. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen and he was going to make her a woman. If she let him. "Are you going to stop me?" Ronnie asked earnestly.

"No." Cora breathed.

Ronnie looked from her innocent eyes down to the panties she had on. He reached down to her little pussy. He rubbed her from outside the fabric. She only sighed heavily. He could feel the wetness coming through the fabric. He moved the black satin aside and touched her bare sex for the first time. She was soaked in her lube. He ran his finger up her folds to her clit. His fingers were coated in her juices. He slowly entered her hole with one thick finger and swirled her hard clit with his thumb. He looked at the pleasure on her face. Her eyes were closed and she bit her plump lower lip trying to control her moans. He picked up his pace vibrating his finger inside her, causing her to arch her back and breath heavier. He pulled away and looked into her eyes.

"Cora you're soaking wet," he said holding up his finger so she could see her own cum, "and it's so sexy." he whispered in her ear.

She reached between them and put her hand on the front of his shorts."You're hard as a rock, and, well, gigantic." she said with a nervous excitement that made her voice quiver.

"Are you scared baby?" Ronnie asked, brushing wisps of hair out of her eyes.

"If I say yes are you going to stop?" she asked.

"I might." he answered honestly.

"Then no, I'm just excited. What's next?"

He didn't answer her verbally. He just got up out of the bed and took his shirt and shorts off. He stood there looking like an Adonis. If he wasn't wearing his briefs he would be a god. His olive toned skin glowed with the heat of passion and all of his muscles rippled in the light from the tv. 

She inched over and sat on his side of the bed. She reached out and pulled the waist of his shorts down past his thighs. It looked even bigger straight on than it did in the shower. It bobbed back up toward his belly button and she looked up at him before she touched it. She reached out and took it in her hand. Her thumb and middle finger couldn't even touch when she held it at the base.

He tried to judge whether or not she was ready. He didn't understand how such a confident, sexy, spitfire of a women could have been so naive sexually. It was almost as if he were with another person. He dropped his briefs and stepped out of them. He leaned over her and kissed her lips hard enough to force her to lay down. He pulled the little nighty over her head and reached down to make sure her pussy was still wet. "Tell me you're ready." he said.

"I am Ronnie," she said bravely, "I want you to be the first."

He hadn't heard that in years. Not Since he lost his own virginity. He was excited. It had been so long since he had fucked with someone he really loved. He couldn't believe that it only took a couple weeks to fall in love, but then again with a woman like Cora anything is possible.

He pulled her little thong off and spread her legs wide. He positioned himself between her and felt the heat radiating from her skin. It was a cool night but their passion was hot. He moved his hips and his cock brushed her swollen pussy lips. She shuddered all over. Supporting his weight with one forearm he reached down and took ahold of his manhood running the head along her slit, getting it wet. Then he placed his tip at her opening. He kissed her forehead as he began pushing inside her. Her little hands grasped white knuckled to the sheets around them. She moved one to his strong bicep and squeezed. She cried out as he pushed in deeper. Then he hit her wall.

"Cora please forgive me for the next ten seconds." he begged. Then quickly, like he was ripping off a band-aid, he thrust into her busting her cherry. She yelled out in pain and gripped his bicep tightly. "Shit" she managed between shaky gasps. When her grip loosened and he felt her pussy relax he pulled his fat cock out and examined the damage. His dick had her blood on it and it was leaking onto the bed.

"Cora let's clean up before we go on." he said and just like their first day on the farm he scooped her up and carried her to get hosed off.



Country Love Ch. 07



Ronnie set Cora on her feet in the bathroom. He held her under her elbow as he turned on the water, because her knees still shook a little. He handed her the shower head and stood back. She leaned against the wall of the shower and let the warm water run between her legs. She bit her lip, closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Ronnie couldn't really judge whether the shower was making her uncomfortable or turning her on. 

"That's good enough for right now." he said. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was naked, still hard and smiling half of a smile. She shut off the water and replaced the shower head. He held out his hand to help her out of the tub. As soon as she grasped his hand and stepped out, he pulled her into a warm wet embrace. 

He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, looking into her eyes between each one. They both broke into matching wide grins. "Take me back to bed." Cora said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

"My thoughts exactly ma'am." He replied and swept her up. It took him no more than 10 seconds to have her in her bedroom and to replace her gently on the bed. Looking down at her soft porcelain body he couldn't help but adore her. She was like an angel, her creamy white skin and all over blonde hair, highlighted by the sky blue sheets she lay upon. 

"Cora, I love you." he said,"I'm sure of it."

"Ronnie!" She gasped, not believing her ears. "Do you mean that?" She asked sitting up and looking into his eyes looking for a trace of doubt. 

"I'm positive." He replied sitting down on the side of the bed still facing her.

"Good, because I love you too." She said. She did. In fact she had ever since they went to pick out Jake. She knew it the moment Vitz told her the horse was Ronnie's idea. And at that moment she couldn't hold back. She crawled into his lap with a big smile and kissed him on his lips. 

She kissed him and bit his lip. She ran her fingers over his hard chest and kissed down his strong jaw to his collarbone. The whole time he had his arm across her lap and his other hand wrapped around her, holding her close to him.

Gently as he could he lifted her off his lap and put her on the bed. He was rock hard. His blood was burning in his veins. The adrenaline from admitting his love and the hunger for her beautiful body was building fast inside of him. 

Cora reached down between her legs and slid her fingers along her pussy. Sure enough it was slick and wet ready for her man to really take her this time. "Ronnie, I'm really ready for you now baby." She said, watching him stare at her hand. Then he looked over all of her. Her body had a soft blush over it now. Her nipples stood out straight and hard. She looked as ready as she ever would.

Not wasting another second he climbed onto the bed placing himself in between her legs. He knelt there admiring his view. He opened her legs a little wider and grabbed hold of his shaft. He lay on top of her propped up on his elbow again and readied himself at her opening. He moved his hips forward only a bit so that the head was inside of her. She looked into his eyes and gave a small nod.

At the exact same time she moved her hips up and he moved forward and he was really inside of her. She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut tight. She was so tight and hot Ronnie actually moaned deep in his throat. Held up on one arm, he held her hips down with his other hand and began to pump in and out of her. He went slowly at first because she was so tight he was sure he would hurt her. As her eyes began to open, and she looked more pleased than pained, he began pushing deeper. From a one-two rhythm, to four fast beats, the love making turned primal. 

Cora's whimpering turned to loud moaning. She clamped her knuckle between her teeth to hold in her screams. " Ronnie, oh my." She gasped between strokes. " Ronnie, Oh god! I'm cumming!" She cried out breathlessly. She squeezed him tightly between her thighs but he showed no signs of stopping.

He thrust through her orgasm. Teeth gritted, he felt her walls closing around him. He felt her release and knew if he held on she would come again for him. He slid in and out slowly again, this time kissing away the beads of sweat that appeared around her flushed face. " Baby girl, come one more time for me." He whispered in her ear.

His words made her skin prickle. She knew how to help him. As he made love to her she rubbed her clit. It was so over sensitive that it took her only a minute to come around him again. She released a loud "Oh" and then let her muscles relax. 

He grunted as he pulled his large member out of her and came in ribbons over her tight little belly. She looked down and smiled. She liked this too much. She would have to figure out some sort of birth control because she wanted to do this more often.

Ronnie, still above her on all fours, let his breathing settle before getting up. He left and returned quickly with a warm wash cloth. He wiped his seed off her belly and then lay down beside her. " I liked that." said Cora. " I don't think anyone else in this world could have done that for me."

" I'm sure lots a' guys could have done that for you." Ronnie said raising his eyebrows playfully.

"Not the way you just did it. I mean nobody could make me feel the love the way you do. Nobody but you can or ever will make me feel that emotion and power pumping through my body. Head to toe. Like shedding an old skin. I love you Ronnie."

" Cora, you beautiful angel you. You have quite a way with words my girl. I love you too."

" I'd love to stay up and talk about this feeling but the farm awaits us. Lets sleep baby."

" You're right. Goodnight love."

* * *

Cora woke up before the alarm. She looked over at Ronnie. His 5 o clock shadow had grown over night and he looked even more like a sexy cowboy than he did last night. His brown hair was an absolute mess but somehow still looked sexy. She reached over and touched him. His skin was scorching. 

Her touch woke him and his sleepy eyes opened. They seemed even bluer this morning. In fact everything was better this morning. The air was sweet and cool. Birdsong sounded more beautiful than ever. The sunshine made everything glow. It shone off Ronnie's skin, Cora's hair, the polished furniture, and made the morning brighter. Everything is brighter in love.

They went about their morning routines as usual. Before 7 am they were ready an headed to the farm. Ronnie parked his truck in the usual spot and the two went in the farm house and got the days chores from pop. 

They split up and ran through the chores faster than usual. Cora had every animal fed and each enclosure cleaned before Ronnie had even returned from delivering feed. She would have loved to spend her rare free time with Ronnie but her second love was more available. So she set off to Jake's lean to in the back.



Country Love Ch. 08



Cora walked Jake one lap around the field just to warm him up. Then trotted the next lap. Finally she broke out into a canter. Jake was a big boy so his canter threw her high with every stride. She did a figure eight and a serpentine. Then she let go of the reins and let him canter freely. She pulled the hair tie from her pony tail and let the wind they were making flow through her hair.

She closed her eyes and put her arms out at her sides. The wind carried her hair and her open flannel behind her. She opened her eyes after a few seconds and saw they were approaching the end of the field. She leaned back and Jake slowed down. She took up the reins again and walked him around so he could cool down.

As she walked Jake off the field and back to the farm she saw him, Ronnie, directly ahead. He was sitting on a bale of hay watching her ride.

"Having fun on the job?" He teased.

"Well was I supposed to sit around waiting for you?" She answered playfully.

He walked up beside Cora and Jake. She looked down and admired the view. He had on a t shirt that showed off all his muscles, his jeans were a mess as usual but they were stylish kind of mess, and his tan glowed off his exposed arms and neck. She reached down and turned his cap around on his head. He smiled up at her squinting a bit in the sun. His icy blue eyes and white teeth sparkled in the afternoon sun. 

They pulled up behind the tool shed. It now served as a home for Jakes tack as well. Ronnie put both hands on Cora's waist and helped her down off her horse. He did not let go of her upon her landing. Instead, he pulled her a little closer to him and kissed her lips. She smiled and kissed him back. Then turned away and began undoing Jake's saddle.

Once everything was put away Cora pulled off her flannel short sleeve shirt and threw it toward Ronnie, who now sat leaning against the shed. She unraveled the hose and turned it on. Starting at his hooves Cora began washing Jake. Dirt and sweat rolled off his coat with the water. She brushed off the water with a bristly brush and took a drink straight from the hose. The water splashed down her front, but it was welcome relief from the heat.

She led Jake to the weeping willow tree in the courtyard of the farm and dropped his lead rope there. He began munching on grass contently so she left him to dry. 

She turned and jogged back toward the shed. She peaked around the corner and saw Ronnie. His eyes were hidden under the rim of his baseball cap, he still clutched her shirt in his hand, and his head was bowed. He was sleeping! Cora tip toed over to the sleeping beauty and straddled him. She knelt down with his thighs between her legs and removed his cap. Sure enough his eyes were closed. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Ronnie, baby, wake up love." He didn't stir. She moved up so she was straddling his lap. She kissed his neck right under his ear and whispered again, "Wake up."

He drew in a deep breath and opened his eyes. He looked at the view. Cora sat in his lap smiling at him, her white tank, wet,sticking to her breasts and bra, and his cap in her hand. He put both hands on her waist and sat forward. He kissed her lips and let her tongue inside his mouth. She looked so sexy right at that moment he didn't ever want to let her go. Unfortunately, the lunch bell rang from the front of the farm house and they both let out a very disappointed groan.

* * * 

After lunch Cora took Ronnie's hand and they headed out for the afternoons deliveries. They did care or realize that Pop picked up on the display of affection. He smiled to himself as they left and he cleaned up lunch.

* * *

Ronnie pulled around the back of the farm. Cora put Jake back in his stall and then ran and jumped into the cab of the very big Mac Truck. She and Ronnie had two deliveries to make. One was a big load of cow corn to a farm about an hour north, and the other, hay, to a barn close to Flagstone. They started with the longer trip first.

Ronnie was driving and Cora was bored. She tried to listen to the music but she still wasn't entertained. She had plenty of room to lay down on the seat of the truck, as long as her knees were folded up. She lay on her back and counted the bumps they went over in the road. 

After a half an hour she sat up. She'd gotten an idea of how to entertain herself. She switched off the music and tied up her hair into a messy bun. "How good of a driver are you?" she asked Ronnie.

"I'm a great driver." he answered with a questioning tone in his voice. 

"Good," she said, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Keep your eyes on the road."

She moved closer and began to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He took his foot off the gas as she ran her hand over his cock. She heard him inhale above her. He took his foot off the gas again as he lifted his hips to help her pull down his pants and briefs a bit. She watched his member start to grow. He was semi hard when she took him in her hand and kissed the tip. She looked up and he still watched the road. She licked up his shaft to get it lubricated. Then she put the head in her mouth. She sucked on the tip and massaged it with her tongue, then pulled it out with a *POP*. She did the same over and over until he grew to his full length. 

He was rock hard in her mouth and she tasted the salty drops of cum from the tip. She held him firmly at the base and tightened her lips as she pushed her mouth lower onto him. She sucked and tightened her lips over him taking him deeper every time. When he reached the back of her throat she took her mouth off him and caught her breath. She looked up, he had one hand one the wheel and the other on the handle attached to the door. He held onto both white fisted. His eyebrows were raised and his mouth was open. He was breathing heavily, and he looked down at her for just a moment. His eyes went back to the road and she could tell he was trying to concentrate hard. 

She put her mouth on his cock and bobbed up and down again. She massaged his scrotum with her hand trying to hurry along his orgasm. She knew he was close. She felt his sack tighten in her hand. She had one other weapon in her arsenal. She drew him into her mouth until his head touched the back of her throat. With him there, she moaned a deep, sexy, hungry moan. Above her, she heard him say goddamnit, the truck sped up and he came in her mouth. She massaged and squeezed all of his cum out of him and into her mouth. 

She turned over and laid her head on his thigh. She looked at his reaction. His mouth was open and he was breathing like he had just been running. She also looked at the time. They would arrive any minute. She sat up and let down her hair. She had given a boy a blowjob before but not the way she just administered to Ronnie. 

When they pulled up to the buyer's farm Ronnie tugged his pants back into place. He grinned a wide grin at her and said, "What the hell am I going to do with you, you crazy girl?"



Country Love Ch. 09



June and July had flown by. August was Cora's last month before she took off to college. She knew their days were numbered and so did Ronnie.

They made every second count. Did all their work together, spent every night in each other's arms and made love every chance they got. It would never be enough. They couldn't get enough of each other.

Ronnie would stay when Cora left. He would split his time between the farm and community college. Pop started coming out of the house more often to do work. He had taken the time off to work on financial things. He focused on buying and selling, and balancing what was coming in with what was going out. Now that Cora was on the way out he started getting accustomed to work again. He mostly did deliveries, so Cora and Ronnie had plenty of time to goof off.

One day while Pop was gone Ronnie took Cora for a ride in his truck. He drove up to the top of the mountain that they went to the first night he took her out. "What are we gonna do here?" Cora asked as Ronnie opened her door and helped her out of the big cab.

" Escape the heat." He answered. He took her hand and led her over to the spring with the waterfall they saw that first night. They stood on a huge flat stone at the edge of the water. Ronnie took his t-shirt off first. Cora followed and started kicking off her boots and socks. Ronnie was in his briefs before she had even removed her top and dove in the clear water. Minnows and polliwogs scattered away from him as he treaded water.

Cora giggled as he shook his head like a shaggy dog. She stripped down to her panties and joined him. The water was such a relief. It was clean and cool. She floated on her back with her eyes closed. The waterfall made a beautiful noise. With her ears submerged she listened to the swish that the small stream made. She was so calm she didn't even care that she was skipping work and she didn't hear Ron swim up under her. He pinched her side and shocked her right out of the serene state she was enjoying. 

She swam upright and looked all around for him. He was submerged! She looked under water and he was swimming toward the waterfall. She went up and drew breath then followed him. He stopped where he came up for air and waited for her to catch up. When she came up she splashed him. He looked horrified and dove underwater again. He swam through the waterfall this time. She followed him inside the cavern. The light reflected through the water and onto the dark stone on the inside. It was beautiful to her. She forgot she was in a water war and admired the beauty.

She looked all around but her eyes came to rest on Ronnie. He was sitting on a rock that rose out of the water. His bare feet dangled over the side. She swam to him and got out onto the rock. 

" I forgot I wanted to come here. It's so beautiful on the inside." Cora said still looking up to the cave ceiling.

"Like you." Ronnie said. Cora moved closer to him so he could touch her.

" God, I love you. I can't believe how romantic you are. It makes me happy that I'll have these memories with you, but I'm also so so sad that it will all be over before it began. I almost don't want to go to university but we can't live on love forever." She said.

" Cant we? I mean, you could go to school and I can stay here, and I can still love you. Could you stay in love with me Cora?" 

"Of course I could. Is that realistic though? I mean what do you think? You think we're gonna grow up and marry each other?"

"Yes."

Her eyes darted up and made immediate contact with his. His answer stunned her. She was being sarcastic. She didn't expect him to answer that question. She never thought he would say yes. 

She was sitting side by side with him. She was sitting on his right side holding his right hand. She watched as he raised his left hand. He held it up so that she could see the back of his hand and all his fingers. On his pinky finger a little ring just barely fit on the last joint. The ring glittered so brilliantly she didn't know how she had missed it before.

She looked from the ring to his face. His big smile was shining just as bright as the diamond. His right hand tightened on hers. It felt like his gaze and his hand were the only things holding her from melting into the water.

"Cora,I will wait four years until you graduate school, but when you do, if you will have me, I want to marry you and make you mine."

" I am already yours." She whispered. Tears were misting her eyes and she was staring at the ring. 

"So does that mean yes or no?" He asked

"Of course I mean yes!" She choked. She smiled and let the tears roll down her already wet cheeks. Ronnie took her hand and slipped the ring onto her tiny ring finger. He leaned over and kissed her. Between kisses all over her cheeks and lips he grinned a huge grin. 

They both could not keep the smiles from their faces. Cora hopped into Ronnie's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you so much," he said and kissed her lips.

"I love you too," she said, into his mouth without breaking the kiss.

She decided work was unimportant and completely forgot about everything else. She was sitting under a waterfall in her fiancée's lap and he was kissing her. There was never going to be another moment like this. The thought excited her. 

She kissed his neck and felt his skin prickle with goose bumps. She kissed his neck again and then kissed his earlobe. She whispered in his ear," I want you now. This is such a perfect moment," and like that a switch was turned. 

Ronnie turned her so she was straddling his lap. His forehead rested on her forehead. He inhaled as he looked down at he beautiful body. Her smooth skin was kissed by the sun and looked even more tan in contrast to her white bra and panties. The wet white under wear stuck to her body literally showing her every curve.

He ran his hands from her lower back up to her neck. He held her neck under her jaw and rolled her head back so he could get a better purchase. He kissed her throat, each time moving agonizingly slow. His lips kissed her shoulders, her chest, and all around her breasts while they were still covered by her bra. His kisses lingered. Sometimes he kissed. Sometimes he nibbled. 

Ron reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. Her breasts dropped a little as they were set free. He placed her bra on the rock they were on. He took a breast in each hand and massaged, watching her face as he worked her over. Sometimes her lips parted and she inhaled softly, or she would close her eyes and roll her head back enjoying the sweet torture. 

Cora reached down between both their legs and put her palm over his rock hard cock. It was strained tightly against the fabric of his damp underwear. She squeezed lightly and looked up. His hands were on her shoulders now holding her at arms length. He was watching her closely. 

With out looking away from his face she released him from the hole in his briefs. She could feel that he was totally erect. He took his hands off of her and used them instead to hold himself up. He leaned back and set himself up on his palms.

He watched her every move. She put her hand down between her legs and massaged her clit through the white lace of her panties. Then she moved the fabric aside from her little mound. Ronnie could see the blonde hair trimmed into a triangle. She reached down and guided the tip of his cock to her tight little hole. Still looking straight into his eyes she lowered herself onto him. 

All 8 inches of his smooth hard shaft slid inside her. Cora shuddered as goose bumps covered her body and her nipples perked up. She loved that initial feeling she got when he first entered her. She felt her velvety soft insides stretch to accommodate his thick stiff shaft. When she felt ready she began moving up and down on him slowly at first. She was making an exhibition of it, watching him study her every move.

She needed more stimulation and began moving quicker. She started bouncing up and down on top of him. Every time she slammed her little frame down she felt the tip of his cock push on the innermost part of her. It was a pain that she had now begun to crave. 

Ronnie, though he enjoyed it, had had enough of the show.He sat up so his body was almost flush against hers. He wrapped both of his huge strong arms around her waist and took control of the pace. He moved her up and down guiding her movement with pull and release of his strong arms. Her hips rocked backward and forward and this upright position left her hands free to reach between them. She used one hand to stimulate her clit and used the other to hold the back of his neck as she kissed him passionately. Almost as if reading each others minds they groaned as they kissed. 

" Oh Cora you know how to turn me on baby." He said softly into her ear as she rode him. She gasped as he licked her earlobe and then buried his face in her neck kissing, and nibbling. Her soft little noises of satisfaction were sweet but he wanted more.

He switched the position, lifting her up off him with one arm and placing her on her back on the cool smooth rock. He turned over on top of her and lifted up her leg so her knee was on his shoulder. She looked eager to continue. Her eyes seemed to ask him to impale her. He slid in again, withdrew, and then slammed into her. She screamed as soon as he did so. His pubic bone touched hers. He was in as deep as he could go. He grunted a few times as he penetrated her deeply. She grabbed his arms, her nails biting his flesh. She continued screaming every few thrusts until she felt her orgasm begin to boil inside her.

" I'm gonna come any second. Baby don't stop!" She screamed.

" Call out my name when I make you come Cora," he instructed as he continued his pace. And she did as she was told. Ronnie's name echoed through the cave as she came hard. The contraction of her muscles and her sweet screams set Ronnie over the edge himself. He came like a train, growling as hot ribbons of cum filled Cora. 

Cora let her leg fall down and Ronnie slid out of her and laid on her. His head rested on her chest and they both lay heaving and smiling. " Work is basically finished right?" Cora asked absent-mindedly.

" Basically." Ronnie answered, not moving.

" Then lets go home and do that again."