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Jeff Leaves the Farm

By: EgmontGrigor2011



CHAPTER 1

Love lies waiting for everyone, er almost everyone and in the romance stakes Jeff Harrison was a marginal candidate and that's being generous.

Jeff was lanky with mousy hair, big ears that almost flapped and had earned him the nickname of Dumbo at school. He tried to hide his weak chin with stubble he kept trimmed to about three-quarters of an inch but he was nibble-brained and great at fixing things.

He grew up unloved because his mother wished she'd birthed two daughters rather than two sniveling boys and things didn't much improve when the boys became teenagers. She gained some relief through the humiliation when, at the aged of nineteen, her eldest Colin was incarcerated for five years for dynamiting the dog kennels on the neighboring small ranch with the five resident dogs perishing. 

Unfortunately for Colin, while his pals thought that was a great way to silence dogs that became noisy from 4 am, Judge Wilcox, a dog lover, was not amused and didn't buy into the submission by the defense attorney that the dogs were really to blame for their own deaths.

Jeff, aged 17 at the time, expected to be pampered, being the only son left at home but that didn't happen. His parents expected him to buckle down and do Colin's jobs as well as his own. Some of the family money put aside for a rainy day was grabbed by the Harrison's attorney and the neighbor now who'd lost his dogs and now sleeping better at night, took the remainder of the money plus 300 square bales of hay and dropped his civil action to replace the five dogs probably valued at fifty bucks each whereas he intended to claim they were valued at $800 each because of unique training.

The bank finally called in its mortgage on the Harrison farm and there was sufficient cash left for the Jed Harrison and his wife to buy a small house in town and to invest in a small business. Jeff was told the house was too small for him and there was no job for him at the coffee house. His mom gave him two hundred bucks and told him to get lost, although her actual words were to seek work in another city.

In the first day after leaving home Jeff became lost twice, each time being told he was heading east rather than his intended direction of west. A retired school teacher who redirected Jeff the second time explained to Jeff how to use the sun as crude compass, and had to described how that reading required adjustment because the sun's position in the sky changed throughout the day.

"Didn't you go to school and learn elementary detail of the solar system?"

"I don't really know," Jeff said. "I worked on the farm from when I turned ten from 5 am till 8:30 and then from 4:00 till dark and so I tended to catch up on sleep at school."

"Jesus," sighed the ex-schoolteacher. 

Jeff also looked skywards but didn't see Him.

The 19-year old called at farms and asked if he could sleep in the barn for the night. He never asked for food or to use the bathroom but that hospitality was invariably offered and he often stayed on for a day or two doing odd jobs that no one else wanted to do like cleaned out the poo in the henhouse and spreading it on the vegetable garden.

He also picked up some knowledge about sex from wives or their daughters and also picked up something that made his penis itchy for almost a month. He learned that daughters were left without sex when their brothers left home and a dairy farmer's wife said she found it difficult to get enough sex because her husband was kept busy in that department (whatever that meant) by the female milkers. 

Six weeks later Jeff was nearing a big city and a guy stopped and offered him a ride in a new car. The smell of leather, glue, paint thinners and oil along with the newness of the vehicle really seduced Jeff and he resolved one day to rent a car like that for a day.

"What do you for a crust young man?" asked the driver who was handsomely dressed.

"Virtually anything. I've been heading west for six weeks and rarely got a ride. I've stopped at farms when I got some work offered because I was raised on a farm. That allowed me to sleep in the barn and to have a shower in the house and a few times I was asked for sex but wasn't given money for that."

"I see," laughed the driver. "That's a great line of activity for a young guy anxious to dip his end in."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh nothing. So you came off a farm. Can you drive?"

"Of course, trucks, tractors, combine harvesters and drain diggers."

"What do you think of my driving?"

"It's lousy."

"Yeah and my wife won't be driven by me. I'll stop and you can drive and I'll criticize you."

"Well don't joke about it. Do it sir."

"I'm not sir," said the guy stopping the 21-foot long Lincoln. "Call me Mr Wills."

They changed positions and Jeff drove off smoothly and the vehicle didn't lurch from side to side through over-steering like it did with Mr Wills at the wheel.

"You sure can drive son and if you are this smooth at sex the women will really like you."

"What do you mean by that Mr Willis, I mean that bit about the women?"

"Ah I see. You've been brought up in a virtual vacuum on a farm, haven't you?"

"I think I know what you mean."

"What do you really know about having sex with a woman?"

"Well you have to wait till they ask for it. You then push it in and go like the devil, bucking near the end is what they really like, sometimes turning purple in the face. It's a whole lot better than jerking off."

"Well you are right about that last bit. What say you drive my car for me as a job? I'll pay you and when we are alone I'll talk to you all about all you need to know about women and by that I mean not just pushing into their hole."

"Teaching me about women won't take long will it 'cos they won't be much to learn."

"Oh boy," grinned Mr Wills. "What's your name boy?"

* * *

Joy Willis said to her twenty-two year old daughter Tracy when she arrived home from college as a day student, "You father has hired a chauffeur and he'll be living with us. That means you must stop walking around only partly dressed."

"Is that him out there washing the car?"

"Yes."

"My god, he's a funny looking jerk. I don't want him coming near me."

"Well I approve of that stance dear. The kid is semi-illiterate. Your father intends to further his education."

"How, by taking him to a brothel?"

"Darling I know you're a college senior and exhibiting considerably worldliness but that was going just a little bit too far."

"Keep calm mom and you were supposed to laugh."

When looking out at the chauffeur they sniggered when Joy said, "In romance literature the chauffeur often ends up having sex with the women of the family" and her frisky daughter said, "In our case he'd have to drug us first."

"Why is dad doing this mom?"

"He had numerous bumps and scrapes with his cars over the years and two avoidable accidents and he's come to realize his driving looks even worse in this larger Lincoln Town Car."

"Then why did he buy it?"

"To ferry around VIPs in style. The other thing he's decided it's payback time."

"That sounds sinister mom."

Joy laughed and said quite the contrary.

"When your father left the Navy he came ashore thinking he was without a future and in time all his money would be gone. A huge number of people were without jobs at that time and I suppose things did look grim for him."

"Well he left the city and was thumbing a ride when this guy stopped and picked him up and said, 'Where to son?' You father told me he said to Hell."

"The old guy laughed and they talked on and they arrived here at this city and the guy said, 'You come and work for me son and one day with a bit of luck you might take over my businesses."

"Omigod is that how the late Mr Chalmers and dad met? I never knew that. Like everyone else I just thought dad worked his way up through the business and got lucky."

"Well actually that's what happened."

"But dad was handsome when he was young. Why did he have to pick up such a jerk for his payback project?"

"I said virtually the same thing to him but I don't use the word jerk because I'm polite. Your father said Jim Chalmers just stopped to give a guy a lift. He only saw the back of him and had no idea of what he looked like."

"So dad started as Mr Chalmers's chauffeur?"

"No your father said he'd picked up general clerical experience working at sea and so began work in the general office. This guy is semi-literate and your father says that only means is he has a tougher job in steering this guy into a career in business." 

"Mom unless people have a degree these days in entering business they will be unlikely to rise above the rank of clerks."

"And that's exactly what your father said and he'd delighted that makes his task even more difficult."

"Omigod mom, dad's lost it. He's lost his perspective and..."

"Tracy long ago I learned never to under-estimate your father and I can tell you it's years since I've seen that look. He's sees this as a challenge and nothing will stop him winning this one."

"God I wish I inherited that streak from dad. I had comments like lacks motivation on reports for my last ten years at school and I dropped my intention to study law because I learned it was so tedious to study."

"Young lady, you are even more stubborn than your father but you don't realize that yet and you won't go on to become a teacher as you planned because that's not you but fortunately your degree work won't have been four years wasted because accountancy is a flexible qualification. I suggest you take a year at doing something and then complete an MBA and..."

"Mom I don't want you deciding what I want to do."

"Well someone has to decide it for you because you are just drifting along, taking easy options and not focusing on a target."

"That's enough mother. You keep on with this and I'll get mad."

"Well at least you are showing signs of having fire in your belly. There is hope for you yet.

"In that case I'm going out to have sex with the chauffeur... on god, he and dad are heading this way. Let's get out of here mom."

"No stay here and get this over with. It's something we both have to face and I'll feel better with you standing alongside me."

"Okay, no sweat. If you need me I'll always be there for you."

"God Tracy, there are times when I almost think you border on having a split personality."

"Gee thanks mom. Remembering your comment about chauffeurs, are you choosing to go first and..."

"Shut up Tracy. Don't be so disgusting. Here they come." 

The men came into the kitchen. "Jeff you have already met my wife."

"Yes and hi again Mrs Wills. I have to say you maintain a very tidy home that really carries the atmosphere of how a home should be, at least in my opinion."

The women boggled and Gerald beamed.

Gerald said, and Jeff Harrison, my new chauffer, this is our daughter Tracy, a college senior who's just a little older than you.

"Hi Miss Wills."

"I only live here. You don't have to call me Miss Wills. I'll answer to Tracy. Why won't you look at my face and why are you looking at my breasts?"

"I'm a bit shy at looking straight at people until I get to know them and you have spilled something in the middle of your chest, just a bit, and I was attempting to identify it."

Tracy scowled and her mom inspected the small patch and declared, "It's coffee."

"God have you come here to embarrass me?"

"No I have come here to be your father's chauffeur and he's instructed me not to allow you to drive his car, that you are authorized to drive your mother's car."

"My god, what else have you told him dad?"

"Nothing that comes to mind," Gerald said vaguely.

"Mr Wills told me you are very bright but find it hard to knuckle down and that I'm not to touch you or sniff your underwear."

"God dad," snapped Tracy. 

Gerald scratched his left ear and shrugged.

"And what were my husband's comments about me young man?"

"Um ma'am perhaps I've said more than enough already because I have upset Tracy. Mr Wills said he was giving me a briefing and I didn't really understand if that was to be confidential or what?"

"Did he mention my panties?"

"No ma'am."

"Then what did he say about your relationship with me?

"Only you were a lovely women, difficult to upset unlike your daughter and I should do everything you ask expect allow you to drive his car and not to counter-command any instruction he's given me."

"Gerald I'll talk to you later," Joy said sternly. "Tracy take Jeff in my car to our hairdresser's and ask Michelle to trim Jeff's hair shorter and stylishly and charge that to our account."

"But mom I don't want to do that."

"Then you get dinner and I'll take him and supervise the cutting."

"Oh all right, I'll take him."

Jeff said to Joy, "I'm not getting my hair cut; I like it like this."

Joy said sternly, "Didn't me husband tell you to do everything I ask?"

"Oh yeah. Get your ass into gear Tracy, we're off."

"Don't you dare talk to me like that."

"Okay so you'd like me to talk to you like a slut?"

"Oh God," Tracy groaned. "What have we done to deserve this? Come on, get your ass into gear Jeff."

"I like your style Trace."

"It's Tracy."

"Okay I get the message without you having to snarl. Ladies are supposed to be polite like your mother."

Tracy just groaned.

They left and Joy said, "I've put him in the guest room but I'm worried because that's next to Tracy's room."

"Why worry; she probably needs a bit of hard sex compared with she gets from these college jerks she mixes with." 

"Those guys are part of her study group, that's all."

""Oh yeah?"

"Exactly what are you insinuating Gerald Wills?"

"Nothing. Oh this might interest you. During recent weeks while working his way west, several of the females in homes where the boy stayed demanded sex from Jeff and he thought it would be impolite to refuse them."

"And what was your comment?"

"I just said you might be interested."

Gerald was out of the room in a flash as soon as he saw Joy reaching for something to throw at him.

The obscenities she hurled in his wake were disgusting.

"Me and my big mouth," Gerald grinned.

* * *

Two weeks later the household has settled down after the arrival of Jeff Harrison, of 'Farm boy geek' as Tracey had initially labeled him but she'd since admitted he was okay.

Joy had greater reason for think he was okay. Never one to bother about her short blonde hair getting wet, she'd jumped into the pool and came to the surface and was aghast to see the top of her two-piece had somehow come adrift during the huge splash and was floating some distance ahead of her.

In a flash Jeff, who was repairing poolside tiling, had jumped into the pool and grabbed her top. He waded behind her asking her to lift up her arms before she really understood what was happening.

"Your tits are a bit heavy to withstand the weight of this flimsy clasp," he said conversationally, reaching to pull the top down over her outstretched arms. He squeezed the metal clasp straight, did it up, and scooped both breasts into the cups and said there now, they'd gotten that fixed before her friends arrived.

Joy was speechless.

"No need to thank me," he said, and climbed out, water pouring off his walk-shorts and sleeved work shirt and he knelt down to continue grouting.

"You handled my breasts," she accused.

"Yeah a great pair Mrs Wills and would make some women half your age pea-green with envy."

Joy didn't know what to think and then her two friends arrived in swimsuits for their twice weekly afternoon dip and then to attack a chocolate cake and sip Martinis. 

"Oh god Joy," said one of them. "You have acquired a Toy Boy."

Face burning Joy called, "Jeff say hi to my friends Mrs Faulkner and Mrs Rossi."

"Hi ladies. I'll withdraw if you wish to swim nude."

"No," they chorused. 

Lena Rossi said, "Come and join us. You appear to have been swimming already."

"No thanks," he said and then lied, "I got drenched when the lawn sprinkling system came on out of synch and went berserk. I'm Mr Wills chauffeur. He's working in his home office today and I'm repairing tiles."

"Have you also worked on the pool?" said Jill Faulkner. "The pool boy who also does our pool never has the water sparking like this."

"Yeah well I understand chemistry and it's a matter of getting the walls and floor spotless and then getting the balance right by monitoring the tests and interpreting the results correctly."

"Oooh Joy, can I take him home with me," Lena said.

"No I want him to do our pool?" Jill said.

"Girls behave, he's neither a pool boy nor a gigolo?"

"What's a gigolo?" Jeff called and that resulted in the three women screaming in laughter. 

"God Joy, you are going to be busy teaching him things," Lena spluttered, triggering a new round of laugher.

Jeff shook his head muttering something that sounded like scatterbrain women and he resumed grouting. 

An hour later, the sun having dried out Jeff's clothes, Gerald came out and poured himself a Martini.

"Come and join us Jeff," Gerald called.

"No thanks Mr Wills. I'm a bit grubby and I'm only a worker."

"You need to adopt social sophistication my boy and you're practically family. Come and join us."

"I don't drink that stuff," Jeff said, looking at the cocktail being offered.

"Then go and pour yourself a wine and return and join us," Gerald said. "And that's an order."

Everyone spoke nicely to Jeff and included him in some of the conversation and he looked at the tits of Joy's friends and decided he like her friends.

An hour later Jeff climbed into Lena Rossi's Lexus to check out their pool and immediately suspected it wasn't a chemical imbalance problem.

He checked the system and found some of the filtered cartridges were in stages of disintegration.

As if speaking to her physician, Len said, "What is the prognosis?"

"You need new filter cartridges."

"Well here's two hundred bucks. Take my car and go to the pool shop behind the supermarket."

"But you don't know me."

"Yes I do, you are Jeff and you live with Joy. Off you go."

Jeff went off with the $200 and driving a $60,000 car mindful that people in the country regarded people who lived in cities as a bunch of crooks. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He returned and noted that Mrs Rossi's didn't look surprised that he'd returned her vehicle or even check it for dents and whether anything was missing from it.

As he began working she hurried off and returned with coffee and a meat sandwich.

As he switched the filtration system back on after testing and back-flushed it, she looked at the pool and said doubtfully she couldn't see any difference.

"Ma'am there's probably between 20,000 and 25,000 gallons of water in this pool so give the filter time to do its job. I think by three days you should begin to see the sparkle back in your water."

"Oh my lovely man, how much do I owe you?"

"A kiss," he smiled.

She kissed him and said she could give him something more if they went inside.

"No Mrs Rossi. That kiss was great. Gee I'd never leave a woman who kisses great like you do."

She giggled and said, "Come I'll drive you back to your home."

As Jeff left the car and Lena drove off, Joy ran from the house and appearing very uptight said, "What did she do with you, I want to know?"

"Do to me? She did nothing. I checked out her pool filtration system and found the filter cartridges needed replacing and went off and purchased replacements from Blue Lagoon Pool Services from behind the supermarket and got her pool system up and running again."

"Then she didn't have sex with you?" Joy said, nostrils practically flaring.

"No of course not."


Jeff Leaves the Farm



"Oh my darling loyal boy," she said, going to clutch him but managing to pull back just in time. "I should have known I could count on you."

Huh?

They went inside and nothing more was said about Mrs Rossi.

And so Jeff's immersion into domestic life continued. Joy began dropping the occasional obscenity under minor stress without embarrassment and after a few quick exploratory flits, Tracy resumed walking around in her underwear and after a while even Jeff regarded that as normal. Anyway he believed she was a bit too slender and too young for him; he'd gained a taste for older women with bigger tits.

People at the company were not surprised when the boss, known as a bad driver, went around introducing his chauffeur. Someone who'd found Jeff had grown up on a ranch referred to Jeff as being that hayseed-looking guy. That slur was petty and would have been hurtful had Jeff heard about it during the short-term life of that denigrating term. But without trying, Jeff earned respect.

Office manager Muriel James went out to start her vehicle to drive home and found she had a flat tire. She appealed to two guys for help but they both claimed they had to be elsewhere in a hurry. Well yes, it was raining and that meant they'd get wet changing a tire.

Then Jeff appeared at Muriel's side and changed the tire for her.

Other acts of kindness because being associated with Jeff but a much bigger act of service was to come.

Office junior Jasmine Smith missed her footing climbing down a small stepladder in the filing room and crashed against a window and falling partly through it. The jagged glass pierced an artery in her forearm. Jeff was one of several people in the staff café nearby who went running. While some of them stood helplessly or fainted or almost fainted at the sight of so much blood from the arm of Jasmine, a very appealing and energized eighteen-year old, it was Jeff to the rescue. He ripped off his belt and applied it as a tourniquet and then calmly stroked the face of Jasmine until she fell unconscious in shock. He them asked for a tube of lipstick and wrote the time he'd applied the tourniquet on the victim's forehead to notify that important information to medics.

Jasmine's parents visited the office next day to thank Jeff for saving the life of their daughter. The media got on to the story and the newspaper photograph and TV film clip of Jeff with Jasmine at her hospital bed really indicated that Jeff was a good guy.

Then it was Jeff who solved the congestion problem at the office rear parking area when trucks were waiting to enter the company's store to load or unload. He convinced Gerald to have the interior layout remodeled and have the doors relocated from the rear of the store to the front so trucks could wait on the company's amply wide driveway at the entrance to the plant. Everyone at the company knew about Jeff's bright idea because they could now get in and out of the parking area unimpeded and a photo of him was posted on the company's website receiving a 'bright idea' award of $500 from the company's chairman.

Two weeks later Gerald fired Jeff and ordered him out of the house within ten minutes. That was unjustified because Gerald had caught his wife and Jeff fucking and it wasn't Jeff's fault.

Everyone else had gone to bed and Jeff had stayed up to watch an adult DVD. He was stretched out jerking off when Joy, wanting a drink of water, had entered the living room, saw what was going on and said to Jeff, "I'll take care of this for you."

"No, you shouldn't."

"God what a big piece of meat. Come on, let me get you off."

"No."

"Yes."

"Well okay then."

Joy threw her hands high to remove her nightdress and the bloated tits flopped down toward Jeff's big grin.

He expected Joy to clasp his dick and start wanking, perhaps after spitting on her hand. 

But no.

Joy stepped over his outstretched legs and sat just above his dick and then leaned on to him and reached behind and aimed it at her pussy. It was wet enough for his dick to pierce between her lips and to start deep penetration.

Jeff said in alarm, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Fucking you," Joy said. "What else did you expect? Jerking a guy is a waste of energy."

"You said you would take over jerking me."

She said vaguely, "Oh did I? I expect some counter thrusting from you; that is if you know how to fuck."

Annoyed at her unexpected deterioration in behavior, Jeff slammed his butt forward and propelled almost eight inches of steel-hard cock to maximum depth.

Caught by surprise, Joy squealed loudly.

Half-asleep, Gerald came running thinking his wife had cut her hand making a midnight snack.

The first thing he saw was his wife's bare ass moving up and down.

Next he saw a fat cock hanging out of her pussy on her rhythmic lift.

"Joy," he yelled.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, and had a huge release that surprised even her.

"Jeff you're fucking my wife," Gerald said murderously but Tracy arrived, summed up the situation in a snapshot and said, "Aw dad, let them finish and then bawl them out."

"Keep the fuck out of this Tracy. Jeff what the hell are you doing with my wife and don't you dare say nothing?"

The couple were now standing and didn't make a pretty sight.

"God look how big he is dad."

"Tracy close your eyes," Gerald said, beginning his rave. 

Shortly after Jeff left the house with his two bags untidily packed.

Gerald kicked his wife's ass and told her to have a bath.

Tracy was already there running a bath for her sobbing mother.

"I'm a whore."

"No you're not, you are my mother who was just after a bit of indoor recreation and you are my father's husband and he'll not be forgetting that with so much of your inherited money in his plant."

"Oh god, I had forgotten that Tracy. Oh you are displaying a business brain at last. Call your father in here and then clear out. I'll scare the crap out of him by declaring I'll divorce him and move away... with my money removed from the business."

"Mom that's brilliant. Is it okay if I stay outside and listen?"

"Yes dear. Go get him."

Outside on the sidewalk, Jeff had just called for a cab when his phone vibrated.

"Yes."

"It's Gerald. I can see you outside the gate. Come back inside for a family conference."

Jeff contacted the dispatcher and cancelled his call for a cab.

Usually when the four of them sat around the table, they looked bright and chatted happily. This time Gerald looked grin, Tracy wouldn't look at him and Joy, still sobbing, held up her arms and invited Jeff to kiss her.

Jeff looked at Gerald who nodded.

After the hug and kiss, Jeff sat and said he'd like a glass of wine.

"Me too," Joy said.

"Tracy get three wines and a beer for me."

"Do it yourself."

"Tracy," Gerald said through clenched teeth.

"Okay but do you have to be such a grump?"

Jeff thought he saw a smile peeping at the corners of Gerald's mouth.

They sat quietly until Tracy delivered the drinks.

Gerald, assuming the role of chairman, said, "The family voted 2-1 that you stay. We run a democratic house and I admit defeat in losing the vote."

"But what if I don't wish to stay since I humiliated you?"

"Shut up Jeff until I've said my piece. The agreement reached is Joy promises never again to molest you and in this house you are to masturbate only in your bedroom or your en suite. Further if you find it necessary to have sex then you have it with Tracy."

Jeff blurted in astonishment, "Tracy?" 

Then after a pause she said, "I supposed that would be okay."

"Oh thanks," Jeff said, disappointed at her lack of commitment.

"Moving on," Gerald said, "Jeff you are to be enrolled in an online degree in business management and my admin people at the plant will be asked to assist you and you must gain your degree no matter how long it takes. Do you agree?"

"I suppose so if I do decide to stay."

Gerald said that lack of enthusiasm disappointed him.

"When you obtain your degree you will join senior management as a deputy manager in the department of your choice."

"Of my choice? Who was the idiot who suggested that?"

"My wife."

"Oh, sorry Joy."

"That's okay. I own 40% of stock in the company and do have some say. I'm very happy about this offer. I've ceased worrying about Gerald's driving since you've become his chauffeur."

"I guess all of that makes sense. I am worried about you being unable to take sexual advantage of me again? That stinks of being a denial of your rights."

Joy sighed. "That undertaking hurt me to the core but I'm wise enough to know that in doing big deals you win some points and you concede others to get the job done."

At the end of the discussion Jeff accepted the invitation to stay and to meet the requirements imposed on him.

* * *

Two weeks after being momentarily ejected from the Wills' family home, Jeff was ensconced even more happily than before. He'd been shifted from the guest room to the former sewing/utility room at the far end of the house next to the laundry and had the use of a small bathroom with shower used as a changing room for people using the pool.

Tracy acted more interested in him and talked to him more, her mother returned to swimming in the nude and invited Jeff into the pool with her, and her husband and daughter became used to that because they never saw them touch and even gradually accepted Joy bouncing her breasts at him when Jeff arrived to enter the pool. For his part Jeff interpreted that as a friendly bit of provocation rather than an invitation to mate and kept his distance. He felt secure because whether alone in the house with Joy she kept her distance. 

It appeared Gerald had gained greater respect for Jeff after his wife had demonstrated she'd like the young man enough to have sex with him and it was now his responsibility to look after Jeff's higher education and to eventually establish him in a responsible position in company management. 

Gerald liked a challenge and the more unlikely it appeared of success, the more determined he become to achieve a good outcome. His black period of discovering his wife fucking the house guest and then her negotiating to overturn his decision to dump Jeff, lasted only hours because Joy behaved as if she'd sexually reactivated. Two nights after she'd been discovered screwing Jeff, she rolled Gerald in bed and gave him the best blow job she'd delivered since their second honeymoon about ten years ago. They were now back to having sex most nights instead of inventing reasons to avoid having it.

Gerald sometimes was observed idly patting his pants over his dick affectionately as if he had gained a new friend.

The office manager had been aghast when told she was responsible for mentoring Jeff's study aspirations. She regarded his as she described him to colleagues, as an unattractive hick. Helena decided the Kitty, a recent college graduate and who looked boyish and rarely smiled, would be just the right person to help Jeff with his studies. God the hick hadn't even been a college dropout.

That first meeting between Kitty and Jeff was interesting.

"Mrs Thomas says I'm to help you with your online studies."

"Oh yeah. Why don't you have tits?"

Wack.

The blow caught Jeff just under his left eye and immediately produced swelling.

"Jesus that's assault."

"And you're an asshole."

They stood glaring at one another until Jeff backed down and said he was sorry he'd addressed her so cruelly and he truly was an asshole.

That seemed to surprise Kitty because Mrs Thomas he described Jeff as being a brainless hick.

"At least you know how to apologize," Kitty said, pushing her stupid watch up off her wrist a bit.

Jeff saw that.

"Please take your watch off. I can make it fit more comfortably."

"What?"

"Jesus are your dumb? Please had me your watch and fetch a staple remover and I'll fix your watch."

Kitty watched fascinated as he fiddled, something popped out. He fiddled again and handed the watch back along with a metal link he'd removed.

"Mom's jeweler said it's a spring-loaded strap designed not to be shortened or lengthen."

"Then he isn't a jeweler's asshole."

Kitty flushed and suppressed an embarrassed giggle.

She snapped the watch on and waggled her arm up and down and the watch remained on position.

"Omigod, you are a genius. What do I owe you but please don't say that because I'm newly married?"

"Just be effective in teaching me how to learn academically, that's all I ask."

"But that might take skill I don't possess. You must have gained study habits... you have done a two-year degree haven't you?"

"Nope."

Kitty's face fell and she sighed deeply.

"Well I'm Kitty Jones and I understand you are Jeff Harrison, Mr Wills' chauffeur. Come through to this small meeting room that has been assigned to us and give me your course details."

"Um I need to enroll first. I looked online on what to do because it was too complicated for me. There were questions I couldn't answer.

"Well lucky old me being dumped with this but fortunately for you I enjoy problem solving although this problem could be way over my head. So let's look for an accredited college offering a Bachelor in Business Management that is greedy enough to enroll any jer... person. Then as part of registration, we'll need your high school reports and transcripts of final exams and money to pay the application fee that will include a document evaluation fee."

"Gee this sounds awfully complicated."

Kitty sighed.

Jeff said brightly, "Oh I'm already home with one thing; I have my company credit card."

"You have a company credit card?" Kitty said in alarm.

"Yes to purchase gas, for vehicle servicing and to pay for meals and accommodation when Mr Wills and I am travelling."

"Oh I thought you would call him Gerald," Kitty said sarcastically.

"Oh but I do and live with him and his family. The procedure is that I call Gerald Mr Wills when we are with other people, especially with VIPs and you junior staff. I have authority to use my card for my education expenses."

Kitty was boggling too much to sigh.

Before too long Kitty was briefing Mrs Thomas, "Initially I thought he was as thick as a fence post but it's emerging he has a high degree of reflective intelligence, um what people call native intelligence that I guess relates to his exceptionally well developed ability to adapt to his environment. He's very good with his hands."

"Omigod dear, I'll get you out of there. You are only recently married."

Kitty clicked on what her boss was on about.

"Oh no Mrs Thomas. I meant at fixing things. He fixed my watch strap and got my car started when the service car said it would have to be towed in and mom and dad's wedding clock had stopped and Jeff got that running again after making a new piece for it."

"Goodness me. My son's motor-cycle has burnt out a valve whatever that means. Do you think..."

"I'll get Jeff to take a look Mrs Thomas."

"Oh thanks dear. Please call me Helena."

One evening Gerald and Joy were out for dinner with friends and they'd gone in Joy's car, with Joy driving.

Jeff had been helping Tracy clear away after dinner and when they were washing items that didn't go into the dishwasher, Tracy hip bumped Jeff twice and she didn't say sorry. Jeff wondered about that and asked how was her boyfriend Mike.

"It's Larry these days. He's away on a three-week field study trip."

Jeff laughed and said, "Then what are you doing for sex?"

To his astonishment Tracy dropped the tea towel and hugged him, bursting into tears.

He comforted her and said what he'd hear her mother say when Tracy was blubbering over something.

"There now, there now, everything will be okay."

"Are you sure mom, I mean Jeff."

"Yeah why not, tomorrow's coming and if it doesn't work out quickly there are other days to come."

"Oh god, is that you talking Jeff?" Tracy said and looked up as if seeking confirmation.

He didn't know what she meant and so patted her back, reducing the thumping when he heard her gasp in pain.

Before he knew it she'd pulled his hand on to her breast and was pushing into him and feeling all soft and she was murmuring nonsense and then he heard her whisper to take her to bed.

"It's too early to go to bed."

"Take me to your bed and fuck me."

Jeff couldn't believe this was Tracy talking to him. Not Tracy, um unless she were on dope.

Well if she was on crack or something she'd fuck with enthusiasm, oblivious to her distaste of him.

Jeff picked her up and rumbled off to his room, tossed her on to the bed, went back and locked the door and then pulled off her pants and she was panting and yelling for him to suck her nipples.

"Then get off your top and bra your stupid woman. You always want everything your way."

Tracy hasted to obey. Her skin had turned quite bright pink and she was groaned was if in pain. 

God she was on heat, grinned the ex-farm boy.

Jeff leant over her chest and Tracy grabbed him by his neck and pulled him down hard to slam on to her tits and that made her shudder three or four times and she was panting.

He wondered about foreplay but when he placed a hand between her legs he that they could skip that because not only was she panting but she was also very wet down there. Off came his clothes quickly and he rubbed his dick up hard and pushed it in with just the one big thrust. Tracy bleated as if he'd impaled her and ejaculated heavily and screamed. But she didn't push him away and as soon as she settled, he continued banging her, and she kept ejaculated and he released a couple of big shots and the next thing he knew she was no longer banging back. 

Jeff found she was half unconscious, with her tongue hanging out of her mouth grotesquely. And so he thought he should stop banging her.

He sat watching her for two hours while she slept peacefully, not moving.

Tracy awoke and asked where was she?

"With me," said Jeff and she appeared confused as if not recognizing the wallpaper.

"I feel totally fucked."

Well at least she'd got that right.

"Why am I with you?"

"Because that's what you wanted."

"Oh."

She fell asleep again and relieved to find she wasn't in a coma, Jeff cleaned up in the bathroom and he went and cleaned up the kitchen. When he returned to his bedroom he found Tracy had gone and thought it was unlikely she'd gone looking for another hot guy. He found her sleep in her own bed and he returned with her clothes, threw them on to the floor and went back to his own room to sleep.

In the morning as when they entered the kitchen to find nothing going on, Tracy hissed, "Did you fuck me last night?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you insisted."

"Oh. Did you use condoms?"

"Yes."

"Oh then that's okay. You gave me far too much wine with dinner after those two pre-dinner Martinis."

"You were exceptionally happy for you and kept asking for more wine."

"That's because I was drunk you fool. Where is the condom?"

"There were several. Do you want to show them to your girlfriends and boast?"

"I don't want my mother to see them."

"How would she know they were used on you?"

"She'll know because you don't have girlfriends dummy."

He though it was a wonder Tracy had friends when she was this grumpy.

"Are you going to get my breakfast?"

"Yes darling. Tell me, was I really good with you last night. My memory is coming back. I recalled I had several orgasms before you had scarcely started on me."

Darling? Had Tracy forgotten who he was?

"Um you had been drinking and you were so soft and relaxed and so lovely to me and gee, you were so tight."

"Tight?" said Tracy as if she'd just received the ultimate compliment.

"Yeah and you were so passionate and wanted it so many times I was left dog tired."




Jeff Leaves the Farm



"How many times?"

"The condom count was five."

"Omigod you must have fucked me senseless. Little wonder I have memory gaps. But five times, that's a record for me you fucking animal."

She looked pleased and they laughed and she kissed him and then started on breakfast just as her parents arrived looking in need of more sleep after having stayed out until after midnight.   

Later when the men went off to work early Tracy said she'd had sex with Jeff the previous night.

"Was that the first time?"

"Yes." 

"Was he okay."

"He's great mom. Um would you object if I slept with him some nights?"

"No of course not. I'll add condoms to the regular shopping list."

"Thanks mom but what about dad."

"Leave that to me. He'll understand his daughter at your age needs sex. I'll tell him you asked me for approval and I said yes. He'll accept my decision."

CHAPTER TWO

Kitty worked quite intensively with Jeff grappling with his studies and they were making good progress. She'd take Jeff through bites of things, simplifying everything she could until he achieved understanding, or as near to it as she could manage and she spent considerable time taking through basic principles

She made a chart of their company's departments, what their responsibilities were and what work they actually did and how various departments were interconnected and what were the productive activities and what were the support activities. She also instructed Jeff about the how the effectiveness on the revenue arms of the company related to the effective level of support they received from non-revenue producers.

The longer Kitty kept up the pressure and ensured that Jeff kept up with the reading requirements associated with his studies, the more comfortable he began to feel and his marks improved and the feedback on submitted assignments became more and more encouraging.

When he received a particularly good mark for one assignment, Jeff was delighted and said to Kitty, "May I kiss you? This is the result of you painstaking work with me." 

"Yes but just a gentle kiss and no tonguing and no groping."

He respected her conditions and knew not to ask Kitty to share her sexual favors with him now that Tracy had forsaken him for some hot new boyfriend she'd roped in.

He called Lena Rossi, the woman's pool he's fixed by replacing disintegrating filter cartridges.

"Hi Lena."

"Hi Jeff and are about to ask me for a date?"

"Naughty girl, you're married with a family."

She laughed and asked what he wanted.

"Um I heard Joy say to you on the phone last evening it was great your daughter was home. I thought she might like to go to a movie with me."

"Why?"

"Because all the guys she used to know when she lived here will have either left the city or are married or in a relationship."

"And you think you'll be the answer to her dreams?"

"Um no but she might like some male company after meeting her old girlfriends."

"You don't make a convincing case Jeff but I'll ask."

Jeff heard Lena shout, "Anita a young man who lives with Joy and her family wants to know if you'd like to do a movie with him or something?"

He heard a muffled reply and then Lena say, "Yes he's on the house phone. Take it; his name is Jeff Harrison."

"Yes Anita wants to talk to you Jeff."

"Anita speaking."

"Oh hi Anita, I'm Jerry Harrison. I heard you were home when Joy was speaking to your mother last night and I'm between dates and was wondering..."

She cut in and said yes, she would date him.

"You could be taking a risk."

"Oh yeah? I happen to know Mrs Wills quite well and know she wouldn't have a misfit living in her house."

"I'm working as Mrs Will's chauffeur while I'm completing a business degree."

"That sounds a good arrangement. When do you want to do it?"

"Huh?"

She giggled. "I mean date you fool."

"Oh Friday evening would suit me. We could have a couple of drinks and then decided what to do and then go to a movie and then dinner. I could book."

"What kind of movie were you thinking about?"

"Action adventure."

"Um let's skip the movie and just go to a restaurant and have a couple of drinks there. I could borrow mom's car if you don't have a car but if we are drinking we should meet at a restaurant and travel in by cabs."

They arranged to meet at The Apollo at 7:00 and Jeff would book a table to 8:00.

Joy was pleased when Jeff said he'd be dating Anita Rossi on Friday night.

"You'll like her because she's very pleasant although nothing much to look at but then neither are you."

"Gee thanks Joy."

"Oh god, me and my big mouth."

"It's okay. Um could you help me to buy some new clothes?"

Joy agreed and Jeff brought pants and shoes and she insisted on buying the light jacket.

"Why do you want to buy me a jacket?"

"It's because I like you."

"Oh," said Jeff, not knowing what else to say.

Jeff was dressed in a black crew-neck long-sleeved shirt, black pants and shoes and a one-button light gray sharkskin jacket.

There was only one unaccompanied woman at the bar and the only spare seat was beside her. He approached and the brunette with a generously wide mouth, ruby lips and a searching smile said, "Jeff?" 

He nodded and said he looked very smart and Jeff looked at her breasts and thought he shouldn't comment about those.

He moved in to kiss her cheek but she turned her head to take the kiss full on.

"Hi Anita, I'm very pleased to meet you. Joy, um Mrs Wills, said you are a lovely young woman to respect."

"Just think of me as a lovely young woman Jeff. You are not required to respect me."

"Eh?"

He licked his lips and she saw that an arched an eyebrow.

When leaving the restaurant, Anita suddenly kissed Jeff and said, "I must say I enjoyed myself and thank you. We really are not suited. So goodnight."

Jeff's mouth fell open and he watched Anita enter a cab and it drove off without her turning to look at him.

Jesus, the cold-hearted... he finished without letting it rip.

He took a cab home and saw Tracy's boyfriend was parked in the driveway and so entered the house via the laundry to avoid disturbing them and he went to bed, too angry to even jerk off.

Jeff had Anita to coach him with his duties for six hours next day because the day after that he'd be driving the boss to a city 180 miles away and would stay overnight.

Kitty saw it straight away.

"What's wrong Jeff?"

"Nothing."

She lowered her voice to the more motherly tone that women use.

"Come on, out with it."

He told her about the aborted date of the previous evening.

Kitty was shocked and said, "I can't understand her behavior. What a cold-hearted bitch. What can I do to return you to your usual good mood?"

"Jack me off."

Kitty gulped and after a few seconds hesitation said, "You mean to masturbate you?"

"Yeah."

"A goodness, I couldn't do that. I'm married."

"Please yourself," Jeff said sourly and she caught his look and her sweet heart melted.

"Very well Jeff, but only this one time and you are not to mess on me."

He immediately appeared more cheerful and unzipped and pulled out his erection.

Kitty slapped a hand over her mouth in shock or surprised and then blushing furiously said, "Is that all you?"

Eh?

After she locked the door (the blinds were already down) and Kitty was beside him and leaning over him, her hip against Jeff's hip, she showed him her middle finger and confided, "My husband's penis is similar size to my father's, only a little longer but much fatter than this finger. God in comparison you look as big as a snake."

Eh?

He was a bit dry and she lifted his erection delicately and spat on his dick and worked in the dribble with her hand, leaving Jeff with a delicious feeling. He thought if Kitty believed they'd only do this the once, then she'd be so wrong about that.

Late that evening when reading on his bed, Jeff received a call.

"Hi it's Lena. We need to talk. Can you come over and meet me in our pool house (small changing shed).

"Yes sure. Do you mean now?"

"Yes and don't say to anyone where you are going."

Jeff got Tracy's bike he often used from the garage and rode to the Rossi's home about a mile away and quietly opened the gate at the side of the house to avoid disturbing anyone who might be sleeping, as it was almost 11:00 and went into the pool house and waited in the darkness.

Lena arrived a few minutes later and whispered, "Are you there?"

"Yeah."

"Oh of course, you biked over. Just a minute while I plug in this night light."

All this intrigue had Jeff scratching his head.

She switched on the light, generally used to dimly light passage ways or a child's room, and smiled and kissed Jeff lightly and sat on the bench and took Jeff's hand.

"Anita told me how she walked out on you and I was so angry with her. I just felt the need to apologize. She said you were too unsophisticated for her."

"That's okay," Jeff said, philosophically.

"Well I call that being damn rude," Lena said, now rubbing Jeff's back. "She had no need to terminate the date that rudely. She could have walked for a while and then ended it with a kiss and flagged down a cab."

"Well I wasn't all that anxious for a kiss."

Lena said, "Well I am. Kiss me Jeff."

Jeff then knew what this was about and they kissed like lovers.

As they broke off for air, Lena said, "I wanted you to kiss me like that the first time we met. You looked so sexy to me in those tight wet shorts."

"You don't mind me being unsophisticated."

"No I don't. My husband is so sophisticated that I think it's ridiculously phony. I like a man with a bit or rawness."

Jeff unzipped and pulled out his dick and said, "Then eat this Lena."

She leant over his like a shot, without a word, and took half of him into his mouth at the first take.

Then she was away and helped Jeff remove her top. He undid her bra and freed her boobs that now hung low.

Jeff almost ejaculated.

The nipples grew in his fingers and he squeezed and Lena groaned and shuddered and she kept on with her stroking and licking until Jeff began squirted into her mouth. She pulled off his dick and finished him against her breasts, rubbing in the thick juice.

That made Jeff really interested in Lena. He'd always liked her but this went beyond that; he now had to have her.

He'd come without his wallet in which he always carried a couple of condoms.

"Do you have condoms," he asked hoarsely.

"No but it should be okay," she said, breathing heavily and he hands were pulling him closer to her.

"I believe I'm okay because I usually wear one."

"My husband does too."

That mention of husband almost checked Jeff. But he was too far down the track to want to stop.

Lena wasn't wearing panties and was dripping.

"Shove it in. I've ready," she said. "I really want this and you will too."

Lena was in her mid-forties. He skin felt good and she certainly was in good shape through swimming for exercise and she had told him once she attended a fitness class regularly.

"Can I shoot my next load up you?"

"I'd really love that Jeff. I'm forty-four so am likely to be passed my time for conception and anyone I consider it's a safe time in my cycle anyway. I want you inside me darling."

They were uncomfortable on the bench so after two fucks they agreed that was it.

"Would you like to meet me here again?"

"Yes because you're a great fuck."

"Oh darling, my raw man, do I love you. Next time I'll come, er arrive with condoms and lube and we could try that fat cock of yours up my butt. I'll also provide a rubber mattress."

"When?" he asked enthusiastically.

She giggled and said she'd call him. The conditions had to be right. Sometimes their son visited and stayed. Tonight, for instance, her husband had come home late from an after-work meeting where there was drinking and had gone to bed at 10:00 and Anita was away overnight at a girlfriend's place."

"It's not happening conveniently like that all the time but it does happen," she said. "I'll call early next time when I see the situation shaping up."

"Try to make it once a week Lena. I'd like that."

"No that's too frequent. It has to be sporadic to reduce the chances of being caught out. We are taking a big risk Jeff"

"Well as we are not supposed to be doing this, I guess doing it was never meant to be easy," Jeff said.

"Oh I love that Jeff," Lena laughed. "It's so right. Oh and I should tell you that I've never been fucked better than tonight, never."

"And I found you to be a surprisingly good fuck Lena. I like women with big tits, a big ass, a big cunt and a big heart."

"A big heart?"

"Yes the big desire to put everything into it because they fuck for the joy of fucking."

"Omigod, I like the way you think Jeff." 

* * *

Kitty usually said no when Jeff asked her to jerk him off which made the occasions she did jerk him seem more precious, and he wondered about that. Too much of the good thing dulls the brain eh?

Over time he noticed the wait between noes appeared to becoming shorter. One morning when she was jerking him he asked, "May I touch you down there."

She said nothing but shifted her position as she remained leaning over him to allow him access.   

Jeff reached in and touched her pussy over her panties. She flinched but didn't brush him away. She made no reaction when he worked her panties aside and ran the back of his forefinger over the rather small vulva. It also felt dry.

He licked his finger and slowly pushed it in, she widening her legs slightly and she moaned and the intensity of her jerking increased with enveloping feeling

Jeff's education shot up a few notches. Until how he'd thought that somehow the obvious extent of sexiness of a female related to her expertise in being great at beating his drum (fellatio).

He got her off; she got him off, and she slumped and cried, "Omigod, I'm a slut."

"No sweetie," he cajoled. "You have simply discovered a hidden expertise and experienced the joy of giving sexually in a mutually giving manner."

"Have I?" she said, sounding convinced.

"Sure baby. There would be heaps of whorehouses willing to recruit you."

Kitty's eyes reached the size of small saucers.

"Do you really think so?"

"Kitty, today I reckon you are almost up there with the top league."

"Oooh," she said in pride. "You have been so influential in topping off my education as a woman Jeff."

"Kitty," he said anxiously. "Just introduce these new techniques to your husband slowly otherwise he'll suspect you are using another male as your tutor."

"Oh god, I'll be caught out."

"Not if you say if challenged you have been having intimate discussions with your mother."

She laughed and said, "Oh my goodness Jeff, you are such a devious shmuck. Little wonder I allowed you to finger me."

Jeff wallowed in the accolades, or at least his impression they were accolades. More often than not his female partners usually came out of their euphoria to accuse him of irresponsible exploitation of their inexplicable lapse in their defenses designed to protect them from itinerant seducers. The married ones were the worst at trying to distribute blame for being seduced in that manner.

In Jeff's view, a bit of full-on sex was good for one's health.

They never went beyond mutual masturbation.

One morning after cleaning up, Kitty was preparing to lead Jeff into his next study assignment and said, "Would you like to date one of my friends? I've told her about you and she's interested."

"What because I'm an academic?"

"No you fool. I told her you have a very big cock."

"Oh, so your friend is a brainless bunny with a one-track mind. Does she ride a Harley?"

"No, she's lived with this guy for six years and a month ago he decided to end it and to try his luck on South Africa."

"Oh I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"Are you sure you know how to act sensitively and to sound convincing?"

Jeff laughed and looked embarrassed and knew he'd meant what he'd said. God he was getting soft and he could blame Kitty for her influence.

"Um does your friend have a job?"

"She's a pharmacist and is assistant manager at Black's Drug Store at Juniper Mall. She may have sold you condoms."

"I buy them off the Internet for greater anonymity."

"Oh yeah? That Internet will have your postal address and will have built up your consumer profile."

Jeff said in surprise, "Jeepers I hadn't thought of that but it hasn't happened. Mrs Wills buys them when she shops for groceries and keeps me stocked up."

"Liar."

"She does, honest. I think she thinks she's become my mother."

"Omigod," Kitty said. "I apologize for calling you a liar. I've always thought she was a lovely person and that's the icing on the cake. I find that incredible. Are you using her on her daughter... she told me once she has a daughter who's at college and is probably a senior by now."

"Um I'm no longer intimate with the daughter because she's again in big with a college guy. The only sex I'm having at present is this bit with you and I'm full one two or three times a month with one of Mrs Will's friends."

"Oh Jeff, you can't be so callous. Mrs Wills would be devastated if she learns you are having it off with one of her friends."

"Perhaps she suspects it."

"Does she?"

"Well I don't think she does because she would have said something if she had. Should I tell her?"

Kitty's face screwed up. "No don't do that Jeff because that would be almost as bad as Mrs Wills finding out for herself. Just drop the woman... tell her you are taking up with someone else and don't what this other person finding you are two-timing her. I suppose this lucky woman is married?"

"Yes."

"Then she'll have clear understanding of what two-timing means."

"Um Kitty I thank you for imparting your wisdom. I don't know much about this stuff."

"Call it interpersonal relationships rather than dismiss it as 'stuff'. Read up about relationships for better understanding. There's hope for you because you do exhibit kindness, warmth and at least some degree of fidelity and I believe that although you are immoral in many other ways you are incredibly honest. I don't think of you as being evasive or a cheat in other ways and I know you've earned respect around here for the things you're done, particularly in saving the life of Jasmine Smith when she fell through glass and severed an artery."

"Come off it Kitty, you're turning it on a bit thick."

But Kitty ignored that.

"And I tell you something else Mr Country Boy. I was appalled when I was ordered to coach you through your studies. Like other people around here I regarded you as a hick and wondered what the hell Mr Wills saw in you. But I did what I had to do and you knuckled down and applied yourself and your mind began to adjust and lo, we began to achieve good results and since then have made wonderful progress. And you know what, I regard you as right up there with the best of my male friends who are my girlfriend's husbands. I still find that unbelievable and the most unbelievable thing of all for me is what I allow you to do with your fingers."

Jeff ran a finger around the inside of his shirt collar and said gruffly, "Jesus Kitty."

"Jeff Harrison, stop attempting to revert to the hick you once were. Address me intelligently."

"Um Kitty, that was quite a speech. You have inspired me but I'm gob-smacked to learn you regard me as a close friend. I never suspected that."

"I thought as much and thanks for those few well-chosen words. Now let's plow into our work my friend."

When taking a break Jeff called Lena.

"Oh hi Jeff. Are you wanting to get your end in?"

"Um Lena, I'm beginning a relationship with this great young woman," Jeff said, stretching the truth substantially.




Jeff Leaves the Farm



"And you wish to stop plowing me at my whim?"

"Lena you are so understanding I'd really appreciate your sacrifice."

"A sacrifice is rather a bit word for you buddy and it won't be a sacrifice because you have me close to my tolerances at times. I've enjoyed having you as a young lover my darling and you have become softer over time. I'll get over my loss. This young woman, what's she like?"

"She's a beautiful blonde," Jeff said, making it up.

"And knowing you she'll have big breasts."

"Yeah right," Jeff said, forgetting Lena might meet him with this date if it came off.

"Well I'll miss your sexual poundings young man and will always remember the attention you gave me and the lovely things you said to me. I'd be prepared to give up my husband for you expect that just wouldn't make sense and as you know I'm a pragmatic person. Goodbye Jeff."

"Goodbye Lena, I'll see you at Joy's cook-out for Gerald's birthday on Sunday."

"Yes of course, and when we kiss you won't have to tongue me."

* * *

Jeff stood in the drug store and asked for Miss Richards. He was eyeing the big range of condoms in a wall cabinet when a pleasant-sounding female said, "Hi Jeff, I'm Amanda Richards.

He turned and in a flash took in short-cropped blonde hair, great looks and bit tits and said "Hi Amanda. Oh boy was Kitty right about you."

"Yes she said you were a breast man."

"She indicated you were great looking."

"Now please don't lie to me Jeff," she giggled.

She was so sweet and Jeff had this desire to take her into his arms and kiss her and say he was sorry she'd been dumped.

But he just smiled and said he'd never lie to her provided he remembered telling her that.

She smiled and said she'd love to go out with him.

He said perhaps they could meet sometime next week and she said why not that very night? 

She lowered her voice and said, "I'm interested in dating Jeff. It's almost a month since I was dumped and I'd become used to male company and, um, attention. I've taken in a roommate but she's away tonight. Please come and visit me and I'll reward you with a great dinner."

Jeff said visiting her would be great providing she really could cook.

"I like you already Jeff."

She had to get back supervising and Jeff left with her address.

Gee she appeared to be hanging out for a banging, Jeff thought, his mind whirling, wondering what she would be like at sex, wondering what to wear and wondering whether to move in on her as soon as he arrived or to wait until after dinner.

The apartment building was shabby, overdue for an upgrade, and one of the two elevators had a fading 'Out of Order' sign tied across the doors.

He watched a mouse dart by.

Jesus.

He didn't trust the other elevator and walked up four flights of stairs, kidding himself it was good for fitness.

Actually it left him panting a bit when he arrived on her floor when he noticed a cat that ignored him on a rodent hunt. He stopped until his slight panting subsided, not wishing Hannah... er Amanda... thinking he was over-keen to get at her.

No she looked pretty smart and sophisticated. The way to deal with Amanda would be to play it like Mr Cool.

Jeff pushed the bell and it crackled and he saw sparks.

Jesus.

He knocked and heard running feet.

The door opened and she said casually, no sign of eagerness, of hi Jeff.

"Hi Hannah."

She smiled and said it was Amanda.

"Oh I thought I'd just left Amanda."

She looked horrified until catching his stupid grin and she leapt at him and almost squashed the flowers he was carrying against his chest as she kissed him.

"My father clowns around a bit. You two will get on well," she laughed.

Huh the father was her to check him out before clearing him to seduce his daughter?

"I've come off a berry farm and the rise of TV and video has still not killed off completely the ability of farming families to make their own fun."

"You're a former country girl?" said the shocked ex-farm boy as if he'd struck gold.

"Yes and I apologize for that. I only became a city girl after finishing college."

"God little wonder you skin is so great, you are so calm and you are a straight talker. I spent my life on a dairy farm until leaving it when dad sold almost a year ago."

"Good gracious, fancy that. I'd wondered why my first impressions of you were higher than I'd expected."

"So it wasn't the size of my dick?"

"Omigod, you are a straight-talking farm boy," she giggled and taking his arm and escorting him in.

Jess was almost blown away. The apartment looked to be from an alien planet. It was brightly painted, clean and tidy and beautifully furnished.

"This is lovely," he said lamely, still gaping. "Oooh that's rather a brave comment from a male," she said, squeezing his arm against her breast. "Usually they don't even bother to comment of asked by their partner what they think they usually say carefully something like, "Oh it's all right."

"Well I think a great job has been done on this apartment, making it a real cut above most although not all apartments in older buildings and its modernism appeals to me. It's a new upgrade and I guess you've done it and it reflects your bright personality, your sense of style and your love of color."

He turned in Amanda's armlock and saw her gaping at him.

"What?"

"Um Kitty indicated I was not to over-expect, that you had arrived in the city as a rather basic young man with minimal education."

"Well yes but things change you know, and that's not only the weather. May I kiss you?"

"God yes," she said, releasing him and placing both her hands on his shoulders and holding up her face.

The kissed long and softly.

They eased away from each other and read each other's expression and knew there was no need to beat around the bush.

Jeff tossed the flowers on to the table and reached around and unzipped the back of Amanda's dress.

"Sir I must warn you I'm not wearing underwear," she said, eyes sparling.

"Neither am I," he grinned and she cooperated to ease her arms out of the dress and with Jeff eyeing her exposed breasts, the top of the dress now around her waist, she reached for his belt buckle as he moved in to suck a rising nipple.

It was such a smooth progression, of two skilled people who had the same thing in mind and saw no need to hold back on the inevitable.

"Omigod," she trilled, reaching for his big dick as his dribble ran off her second nipple and down the wondrous curving breast.

"You'll need a rubber Jeff."

"No problem... back pocket over my right butt."

Amanda dug her hand into that pocket and squeaked, "Omigod, you're an optimist. How many?"

"A small handful, eight or nine I reckon."

"And all for me, um us?"

"You decide baby," Jeff said, pulling the dress all the way down and sighting a pussy as bald as a baby's bottom he sniffed loudly and Amanda began giggling until Jeff terminated the giggle that was rising to near hysterical level by delivering a very wet tonguing kiss. Amada's tongue went to work and she banged her groin against his and began swaying it over his engorged penis.

"Oh boy," he said.

"Yeah this is nice," she said, but don't be too long getting it in to me or I'll die."

EPILOGUE

Jeff and Amanda were married two years ago and have a boy that Amanda wanted named Edwin. She won the debate simply because Jeff concedes when he realizes it appears more important to Amanda to win that round when it really doesn't matter to him. The name he'd preferred had been Josh until Amanda said sweetly 'Oh Joss the tosser.'

She's now manager of the pharmacy and they visit her parents who adore Jeff and Edwin now that they have got used to his name. Jeff's parents were invited to the wedding with air tickets and three nights at a hotel offered but they replied they would be too busy to attend. They sent a small birdcage as a wedding gift and as soon as Jeff turned his back that gift disappeared. Jeff could tell Amanda was lying when she said she had no idea where the birdcage had gone.

They live in a larger apartment in a modern building. Amanda organized the redecoration of the apartment and they both love the result.

Jeff gained his degree and is now general manager of the plant. The plan is for Jeff to succeed Gerald as MD when Gerald retires and Joy resigns to allow him to become chairman of the company.

Tracy is now a lecturer at her college and remains overly promiscuous as is her mother. In summers when the college closes, the bored Tracy often comes into Jeff's office and bangs him. Tracy and Amanda are great friends and it was Amanda who suggested Jeff must relieve Tracy of her sexual tension whenever Tracy wishes. Jeff was delighted to conclude his wife was the superior fuck.

Lena Rossi calls Jeff in every April to replace the pool filtration cartridges and they have their annual bout of sex. Her daughter Anita is still roaming aimlessly trying to find a guy who's perfect for her.

Jeff and Amanda are currently in negotiations to purchase a string of four pharmacies. Jeff has organized funding and his popularity and 'native intelligence' led to him being elected recently as junior vice-president of the city's Chamber of Commerce.

THE END