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Back to the Land

By: HoserProser



Prologue: This is a romance and my first attempt at writing fiction. It started off as a story idea for Earth Day but writing it and deciding to post it held it up for a while. Many thanks primarily to Dinsmore and also Techsan for patience and expert help and advice with edits and writing. As per usual, the characters are invented and bear no intentional resemblance to actual persons alive or deceased. All intercourse is consensual and between individuals over the age of eighteen. This is a story based on the irresistible draw that can take you back to your roots and core values. It is a story of a first love, going back to the land, back to that first love and getting her back to the land. There is sex but you'll need to read a while to get there. Finally, if you ate today, thank a farmer.

Chapter 1 – Heading Home

Bill Martin had had quite enough. The city that had seduced him away from his farm background no longer played the siren song that once wooed him. Over the past few months, he had begun to notice the ugly, congested acres of pavement and concrete that contrasted with fond memories of expansive acres of corn and soybeans. It was a phone call from his parents that had tipped the scale. His thoughts of his downtown luxury condo and six figure income were fading with the skyline in his rearview mirror as he kept the hood of his car pointed toward the home farm. Even thinking of it that way felt right - home.

He was going home to phase in to the family farm business as his father was phasing out into retirement. Bill wasn't a nostalgic fool; he had listed his condo for almost double what he'd paid for it and the seven figure price tag would be carefully invested by his alter ego, the successful investment banker. He would not be destitute even if the farm business couldn't pay him at all.

As he drove, he reflected on the forces pulling him back to his roots. Growing up on the modest family dairy farm, he had felt the tug of the big city and the lure of money. He enjoyed the business side of the farm. Even as a teenager, he had showed an aptitude for managing money. His father involved him in the farm business decisions and their J.S. Martin & Sons operation had bought two neighboring farms, making their land base a substantial chunk of prime farmland. The "Sons" was an optimistic relic of the day newlywed "J.S." set up the business – Bill was an only child. Labor complications had left Bill's mother unable to bear any more children.

An enthusiastic career councilor in high school had suggested Bill explore his natural business acumen and that had been the beginning of his pilgrimage to the city. He had gone Ivy League with the farm bankrolling his studies.

He couldn't really drop all of his rural background so he chose upstate New York's version of Ivy League with the mix of agricultural and veterinary colleges along with the arts, sciences, law, medical and, of course, business. He followed his business degree with an MBA and was courted by a large Wall Street investment banking firm with a six figure salary long before he graduated. 

He was the consummate bachelor. His salary allowed him to enjoy the upscale end of the city night life. He was often seen in the company of beautiful women which usually turned into brief flings. A few had tried to make it more permanent but as soon as they started to push, he drifted to the next dalliance. 

That was how he found himself headed home to run the farm, still but not regretfully a bachelor. Perhaps he had sensed deep down this day would come and none of the ladies he met in the city would ever consider accompanying him on the one-way trip he was taking now. Cows – oooh, smelly. Where can I get my latté? What do you mean there are no boutiques? He could just hear it now; his most recent fling would be despondent within an hour without her lifestyle cues. As he drove, he thought about life in the country and the kids he grew up with. After eight years, would anyone he knew still be there?

Chapter 2 – Meeting the Girl Next Door

Bill's high school experiences were typical of most farm kids; he went to school in town and had little time for outside activities thanks to farm chores and homework. When he got his driver's license, things changed for the better. He no longer rode the bus and could come and go on his schedule. The farm had hired help to do the evening milking so he could stay in town after school. He hadn't done enough sports early on to make any varsity teams; as a senior, he hung out with the yearbook staff. He volunteered to help organize the class pictures, mostly because Julia was also helping with that. 

Julia was a farmer's daughter from a cash crop operation near the Martin's place. She was shy and tended to look down, letting her long, dark hair fall around her face and curtain the view she showed the world. Bill thought she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen; her big brown eyes seemed to be pools that drew him in. Her cute, shy smile developed two little dimples if it really got to full volume. 

Although her father cropped almost 2,000 acres, Julia dressed more like someone from a small organic farm: long denim skirts, loose blouses and baggy sweaters. The image fit; in a way, she really was an organic farmer. When she was little, Julia grew a small patch of sweet corn and, at various times, carrots, asparagus, potatoes, beets, radishes and other vegetable crops for a small roadside stand. She would sit at the end of the lane and sell her produce for spending money. By the time she was in high school, she had turned her little garden into a serious specialty market garden business growing organic vegetables. Maybe this was where the wholesome persona had come from; deep down she really believed in the natural approach. Bill thought about her more and more but had no clue how to make the first move.

Fate would come to his rescue. As they struggled on a beautiful fall day to organize one particular freshman class and get across the concept that everyone was supposed to have their picture taken, their photographer unexpectedly quit. Farm kids are resourceful and the pair decided they could do the pictures; after all how hard could it be? Armed with the yearbook office's camera, they muddled their way through setting up the backdrop and lighting. 

At one point, Julia and Bill both grabbed for the same light stand and Bill felt a tingle as their fingers brushed. He figured Julia must have felt it too because their eyes met and his hand seemed frozen to hers.

"Hey, are you guys ready yet?" yelled one of the frosh. The couple jumped; the moment passed. The pair broke away to finish the set up.

The shoot passed quickly as they both concentrated on getting the uppity frosh captured on film and out the door. With the film safely off to the processors and the equipment put away, Bill screwed up his courage and asked her, "Hey, do you need a ride home? I live out your way and can drive you if you haven't got a ride..." His voice tailed off at the end as his courage faltered.

Julia replied softly, "I was going to call my Mom to get me but I'll call and tell her you'll give me a ride. She's old fashioned and will probably make you come in and meet her when we get there."

"No problem," Bill said. Julia went in search of a phone.

They walked out to the parking lot together. Bill opened the passenger door of the old pickup for Julia before getting in his side. They rode in silence, Julia realizing that she didn't need to give directions. Bill knew where he was going.

As they rolled into the lane, Julia said, "Uh, oh, there's Mom and she is looking a little too friendly."

Julia's mom came to Bill's side and opened the door before he could. 

"Hi, I'm Louise Beck---Julia's mom---you must be Bill."

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am!" he stammered as he slid out of the truck and shook her hand.

"Julia, why don't you invite Bill in for a soda?" Louise shot over her shoulder with a "won't take no for an answer" look as she walked towards the house.

In the farm kitchen, Bill and Julie shared a soda as Louise asked them about the yearbook work. When his drink was done, Bill rose and said his goodbyes.

As he was heading for the door, on a whim he asked, "Julia, would you like a ride to and from school instead of taking the bus? I can swing by your place in the mornings and drop you off after yearbook work in the afternoons?"

Julia looked to her mom who just nodded. "That would be great! I hate riding the bus with the little kids yelling and screaming. Pick me up at seven."

They began to spend an hour a day together in the truck. At first, their trips were quiet. By the time the autumn leaves began their spectral dance of reds, yellows and oranges, they were talking about all kinds of stuff as they drove along...what they had in common being farm kids... planning the yearbook stuff...gossiping about teachers and other students. Bill found out Julia was very proud of her organic produce business; she in turn found out that he was becoming the money management brains behind the dairy farm. They settled into a happy, platonic routine and became very comfortable with each other until fate again intervened with the camera.

Having become the class photographers, everyone on the yearbook staff assumed they had also become the school event photographers. The school football team was playing the neighboring town's team; pictures were needed of the great rivalry event. Not wanting to carry all their camera gear and ride the bus with the jocks, Bill and Julia had purposely missed the team bus and drove over together in the faithful truck. They worked hard moving around the field and getting good shots for the yearbook. When it was over, buoyed by their team's victory, they packed up their gear and headed home.

It was late fall; it was dark as they drove home from the game. In the nick of time, Bill saw the deer flash in the lights in the middle of road and slammed on the brakes. Julia awoke from her doze and screamed. They skidded past the startled deer and off into the ditch.

Once the old truck jerked to a stop, Bill asked if she was okay. Julia's sobs were all the reply he got.

He quickly unbuckled, thanking the seat belts for keeping them in place, slid over and wrapped his arms around the sobbing Julia before he realized what he had done. Julia leaned her head on his shoulder; her sobs abated and finally stopped.

"We...hit a deer when...I was very little...it was terrible!" she sobbed.

Bill smoothed her hair with his hand and hugged her tightly. "It's okay! We slid right past the deer and didn't even touch it; everything is okay."

He soon realized it might not be okay. The truck had two wheels off deep in the soft ditch with no farmhouse lights in sight. He didn't tell her the potentially bad news. He held her until she calmed down. His face was buried in her hair; the soft, sweet smell of her shampoo filled his senses. He softly kissed the top of her head twice before either one realized what he had done. It seemed natural. Bill's body responded. He felt an uncomfortable tightness in the crotch of his jeans. Julia was oblivious. She turned slowly to look at him. Bill surprised both of them again by kissing her on the lips. It had been a soft, innocent kiss. Both felt the tingle; their gaze flew to each other's eyes.

"Wow!" breathed Bill, silently thanking the deer.

Bill kissed Julia again. She responded. Their passion surged as they crushed their lips together. Only the urge to breathe broke the kiss. They sat close, catching their breath knowing that something very powerful had been unleashed. The next kiss was less innocent...more probing...unquestionably sexual. His tongue caressed her lips; hers in turn probed inside...searching...wanting...needing.

"Strawberries...she tastes like strawberries...lip gloss...whatever. More..tastes sweet...more...want more." His brain was addled; had he said those words or thought them?

That turned the heat way up. Cautiously, Bill's tongue teased Julia's lips. With a small gasp, she opened her mouth and teased him back. Soon their tongues were probing, touching and tasting while they kissed like they'd done it for years. Bill's cock was aching in the tight confines of his jeans. The truck had stalled when they stopped and the cold reality of their situation seeped in with the growing chill. The windows were fogging up and Bill realized they needed to get back on the road and get home.

Bill was a practical farm kid. He started the truck and opened his door to get out.

"You drive, I'll push and let's get out of here."

Julia rocked the truck with the accelerator while Bill heaved on the front bumper. Slowly the truck moved back onto the road. Julia stopped when all four were back on the pavement. Bill got in to drive, breathing hard from the exertion---thankful that, after the effort, his breathing was the only thing hard. Julia slid over only as far as the middle of the seat and buckled up beside Bill.

"Thank you, deer, and thank you, old truck with a bench seat," Bill thought as they headed on their way.

His thoughts tightened his jeans once again, to his embarrassment. He put his arm around her shoulders; she leaned over onto his chest. Still sleepy, she gradually relaxed and slid down until her head was on Bill's leg very close to his painfully hard cock. He tensed up, willing her not to notice and she was soon fast asleep. 

When he sensed her slow even breathing, he relaxed but that did nothing to reduce his discomfort and he wished he could rearrange things to make the rest of the trip bearable. As they slowed going in her laneway, Julia woke up and stretched; she kissed him quickly but passionately and slid over to her proper place by the door. As he stopped in the yard, Julia's mom came running to see why they were late. Julia told the story about missing the deer and being stuck.

Louise grabbed Julia and hugged her. "Thank goodness you're okay!" To Bill's chagrin Louise grabbed him in a hug, kissed his cheek.

"Thanks for your quick reflexes and for looking after my daughter."

Bill accurately figured that, with the theme of the moment, he could get away with hugging Julia goodbye. Wrapping his arms around her, he immediately noticed the firm tone of her body, her narrow waist and felt two very firm, very full tits pressed deliciously into his chest. His cock throbbed in his jeans as he realized her baggy clothing had been hiding a luscious form. He held the hug as long as he thought polite before reluctantly getting back in the truck. 

With a last wave to the pair of women on the porch, he was on his way, eager to relieve the tightness in his jeans before falling asleep. At home, he told the deer story to his parents and was reminded by his Dad to wash the mud off the truck in the morning.

Upstairs in his bathroom, the memories of the smell of Julia's hair, the taste of her lips, their passionate kisses and her tits pressing so firmly into his chest were enough to fuel his fantasies. He slid his jeans and his boxers down and wrapped his fist around his throbbing cock.

With his eyes tightly shut, he inwardly relived the hug. He came hard after just a few strokes, blasting rope after pearly rope of cum at the sink. His knees felt weak and he gasped at the intensity of his relief. He had never cum that hard or that much before. He cleaned up and went to bed to relive the evening in his dreams.

Chapter 3 – Knowing the Neighbor Girl

Their new level of intimacy established a new pattern for the young couple. Each day as they cleared the end of the laneway, Julia would slide over, kiss Bill and buckle up in the middle of the seat. A block from school, she would kiss him and slide over to the door for their arrival. The ride home was the reverse; leave the school, slide to the middle, kiss, turn in the lane, kiss, slide over to the door. This carried on for a couple of weeks until one day, Bill had to slow and pull way to the left to pass a huge articulated tractor pulling a ten furrow plow on the road near Julia's place.

"Crap!" she said, "that's Dad's tractor!" as she slid as quickly as possible over to the door.

Before Bill could get out of the lane, he found it blocked by the massive machine and pulled over in the yard to let the tractor and implement pass. As he drew up, Julia's Dad hopped down from the cab and approached the apprehensive Bill. Both men realized they hadn't formally met.

"Howdy, son. You must be Bill. I'm Ralph," he said, shaking Bill's hand.

Stunned, Bill just stood there.

As he turned to get back in the tractor, Ralph said over his shoulder. "Mind you concentrate on your driving when she's sitting there next to you." With a whine from the turbo and a cloud of black smoke, the 400 HP behemoth disappeared behind the barn.

Julia didn't bother to slide away when driving up the lane; their secret was out, at least as far as her father was concerned. If he was okay with it, Mom would be too. She did slide over around the school to avoid the inevitable teasing of their classmates.

Their relationship continued this way through the fall. Their yearbook efforts kept them busy after school; they would often get together on the weekend to work on the yearbook or just hang out. With parents around, they didn't get to do much more than kiss and hug but that was plenty of fuel to keep Bill's fantasies running at full speed. He replayed his bathroom scene many times: fist wrapped tightly around his aching cock, picturing Julia, and reliving the feel of her ripe, womanly body.

They were both rather naïve, having led sheltered lives. They didn't find or try to take an opportunity to move their relationship to another level, content as they were with blistering sessions of passionate kisses and close, full body hugs. 

Bill was pretty sure Julia could feel his raging hard-on through their clothes. More than once, he thought he felt her firm nipples boring holes in his chest. He thought she felt pretty darn good in his arms but no matter how hard he tried, he could not picture what she would look like without clothes. He fueled his sessions in the bathroom just by remembering the feeling of her firm breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples poking firmly and invitingly. He groaned as he wrapped his fist around his cock after every visit, reliving the warmth and passion of their embraces. 

Their relationship flattened out in this mode for the rest of the school year. The prom snuck up on them. As yearbook staff, they were again expected to capture the key moments on film: the crowning of the king and queen, candid pictures of dancers, and plenty of shots of the cheerleaders and varsity teams all dressed up. In spite of their official role, Bill stammered his way through asking Julia to the prom. He needn't have worried; there was no other boy whose offer she would have accepted.

The day of the prom, he spent hours cleaning the faithful pickup so their clothes wouldn't carry that lingering aroma of barnyard. A wash, wax and a thorough detailing made the old girl the finest rural limo anyone could ask for. Even his Dad noticed the gleam in the old paint that Bill's elbow grease had achieved.

He teased his son. "That truck looks so good, I'll have to keep it for another twenty years."

Bill pulled in to pick Julia up; Louise invited him in. When he saw the style of Julia's dress and where he would have to put his hands to pin on her corsage, he completely lost his nerve. The lovely lavender gown displayed Julia's body to perfection. He could not stop staring at her classic hourglass shape. The dress hugged all sixty minutes of it. 

Her gown was held up by spaghetti straps and her firm, full chest left only one choice for a spot to pin the corsage; over her left breast. Bill couldn't help himself. His eyes followed her necklace down the enticing valley between her breasts where a locket was cradled. Somewhere in the back of Bill's unconscious mind an album of mental snapshots was taken for more sessions in the bathroom and his tuxedo pants involuntarily began to tighten. As he reluctantly drew his eyes back up, Louise rescued him by pinning the corsage on Julia's dress for him.


Back to the Land



With a cheery round of goodbyes and reminders not to stay out late, they were off. Julia sat beside him all the way to the prom, not moving to the door as she normally did around the school. Bill was still distracted by the image of Julia's lush, full curves in that dress and didn't even notice. The pressure in his tuxedo pants was still increasing. He barely remembered the camera equipment and also had to discreetly adjust his own equipment when Julia's back was turned. 

As soon as they got in the door, the organizing committee members were telling them to take this shot, that shot and the other shot. They never even had a chance to dance. Bill was quite happy with that because he was completely overwhelmed by the whole event and couldn't stop staring at Julia in her dress. They were very busy taking pictures and the evening slid by quickly. As the students slipped quietly out into the parking lot to head for the various post-prom inevitables, Bill and Julia made their way back to the old truck and headed for Julia's place.

The roads were deserted. Bill didn't want the night to end so soon. He pulled into a narrow lane along a neighbor's bush lot. The bush had started as a grove of trees around a farmhouse, but a scorched stone chimney stood as a lonely sentinel to long-forgotten dreams. Bill drove up the cart tracks and parked near the chimney. Neither one spoke. In the awkward confines of the cab, Bill and Julia hugged and kissed until the windows steamed over. Carefully avoiding crushing her corsage, Bill held Julia in his arms wishing the night could go on forever. The warm, smooth bare skin of her shoulders, the simple fragrance of her shampoo, the curve of her neck exposed with her hair done up were an aphrodisiac to Bill. He was lost in the pleasure of her. 

Julia was enjoying the way Bill's tuxedo defined his broad farm-boy shoulders and the way the cummerbund defined the broad chest above his narrow waist and firm butt. She thought that his pants were unusually tight in front but the dim light combined with her lack of experience must have been playing tricks on her.

Eventually, the chill night air cooled their passion. Nervously, Bill started the truck and drove the rest of the way to Julia's where her mother came out to greet them. A quick hug goodbye and a still flustered Bill was on his way home. As he stripped out of his tux, the images of Julia in her dress replayed themselves across his mind; he had to make a detour to relieve the pressure in his pants. 

Remembering the locket nestled gently in the soft valley between her breasts and the soft, smooth warm skin of her shoulders had him weak in the knees already. As his tuxedo pants and boxers slid down, his fist encircled his throbbing cock. It only took four strokes and he was cumming hard, his breathing ragged and his vision clouded. He was so wrapped up in the feeling, his orgasm rolled over and over him. Never had he cum so hard before. His knees were weak from the exertion. He gasped for air as he slid to the floor with the last couple of throbs of his cock leaking cum on the floor as he fell back whispering, "Julia."

The last gasp of the school year passed uneventfully except for the triumphant publication of the yearbook with all of their photos in it. At graduation, everyone brought their yearbooks and began the bittersweet, tearful process of getting signatures and saying goodbyes. Bill and Julia had each come with their proud parents and left separately. Being farm kids, their summer jobs had already started after the last risk of frost and they were busy from sunup to sundown. 

They hardly saw each other except for a few Saturday nights and they seemed to have comfortably slid back to being best friends without the common bond of the yearbook and closeness of riding to school together. Before they knew it, Bill was packing to move east as a freshman business major. They got together one final Saturday night with Bill due to leave the next day at the crack of dawn. 

Bill picked up Julia in the truck and they wound up back at the bush lot and had a pleasant but more bittersweet and subdued session that mostly involved clinging to each other and brooding over the change in their lives. Bill dropped Julia at home and moped his way to bed. In the morning, his Dad surprised him with the pink slip to the old truck and Bill took some comfort in having the memories that went with the truck as he drove east.

Chapter 4 – The Business student to Present

Bill's transformation into a business student was rapid and complete. At the end of the first year, he went searching for summer work experience to broaden his scope. He was working in the big city and found an apartment close enough to walk so he made one trip home to drop off the old truck. It didn't fit with his developing city boy image but he couldn't bear to part with it. While he was home, he visited briefly with his folks but the letters that he and Julia had been exchanging had dwindled by January and he felt really awkward about visiting her. He left without even picking up the phone and calling her.

The years flew by for Bill as the courses became more challenging and his summer work experience postings were more and more demanding but paid better and better. Soon came the proud day of another graduation and his parents made the trek east to watch him throw his cap in the air over the football field along with thousands of other students.

As soon as the party was over, he was a grad student; the MBA program flew by also. Another graduation and off to the position he had picked from the four very nice offers he had received. Gotta love Ivy League image for recruiting, Bill thought to himself. Five years of schooling, he was pulling in six figures and he was just turning twenty three. Life was good.

Jerking back to the present, Bill realized these idle musings had served him well. The miles had melted behind his Euro status symbol sedan and soon he was rolling into his parents' lane wondering if these roads had always been this bumpy. His parents were very glad to see him as he carried his few personal items in. After a round of hugs and kisses, they noticed the faraway look in his eye and wondered where he was inside his head.

The first few weeks moved quickly. Bill had sold the condo furnished and he had the few remaining items shipped. That stuff all arrived and was moved into his old bedroom in the farmhouse. His huge plasma TV and top of the line surround sound audio system were rather out of place in the old house; a new satellite dish and some creative decorating and he was in business. He readily slipped into his old ways around the house and happily enjoyed his mother's cooking and having her look after his laundry and stuff.

Bill and his father made many trips to town to the lawyer's office to complete the formal transaction of phasing Bill into the ownership of the farm and phasing his parents out as wealthy former landowners. The lawyer was well versed in farm succession planning and covered all the bases. Bill's parents would take a reverse mortgage held by Bill that would gradually buy out their equity in the farm property providing them with a steady and significant income while Bill employed his father as a "consultant" to the new owner. 

As part of the ownership transition, Bill and his father toured the place. The dairy cows were gone; milking help just wasn't easy to find and his Dad had converted to cash cropper over a couple of years. The barn was still serviceable and the paddock used for the cows held a couple of steers fattening up for the freezer.

The biggest surprise was in the drive shed. Bill was amazed to find his Dad had carefully stored the old pickup waiting for the day Bill "came to his senses" and moved back home. The two of them worked for several days getting the old truck running again, changing the oil and updating the license, insurance and inspection. The old girl needed some dedicated TLC but the two men were very patient with her and after some coaxing had her back on the road and running well. New rubber, brakes, belts, hoses and assorted odds and ends plus some updates to the suspension, radio and creature comforts and Bill had a reliable vehicle that was much better suited to farm life than his autobahn toy.

So much better in fact, that Bill drove the now useless Euro sedan to town and traded it as a down payment on a new combine that they needed for the bumper soybean crop. Now that he wasn't white knuckling the car over the bumpy roads, Bill had more time to gaze out the window at the passing countryside. Other than his ride home, he hadn't thought about Julia at all since he got back. He'd been too busy.

On that fateful day, maybe it was something about the old truck; maybe he slipped into autopilot when he was looking out through that big windshield. However it happened, he found himself on a route that took him past her parents'. No one was outside but the place looked pretty much the same. The same paint on the house and barn, same big field of corn surrounded the house but there was a sad sort of tired shabbiness to it all. Then he noticed the name on the mailbox was "Watson" which was a fairly common name around there but definitely not "Beck" which was Julia's family name. Where had they gone? Where had she gone? Bill felt some stirrings of curiosity but also the nagging shadow of sadness.

Later, at supper, Bill asked the question that had been nagging him since he drove by the Beck farm. "What happened to Julia and her parents? The name on the mailbox is Watson but the place looks the same, only run down."

Chapter 5 – Catching Up With Julia's Story

His mother and father exchanged a quick look which vaguely troubled Bill; his mother quietly began a narrative.

"After you left and stayed east during the summers, Julia continued her organic vegetable business while Ralph continued to cash crop. We had a couple of dry years in a row and the cash crop business wasn't too good. On top of that, word around town suggested that old Ralph made some poor decisions on commodity futures contracts. Whatever the cause, Ralph and Louise went through some hard times."

"Julia's vegetable business flourished and she helped carry the family through the rough spots. Apparently that still wasn't enough to keep things afloat and they were faced with bank foreclosure to take control of their assets to pay off their seed, fuel and fertilizer debts. You remember Jason Watson from high school?"

Bill mumbled an "uh huh" and his mother continued.

"Well, he became the loans manager at the bank. Apparently, he somehow cooked up a deal that he and Julia got married and the Beck's loan somehow disappeared. At least that is how it was told round town. Jason and Julia moved in to one part of the farmhouse and everything seemed fine. Then one day, it was clear that Jason had somehow cooked the deal so he could gain ownership of the farm through some legal mumbo jumbo and a loophole in the loan agreement. Louise and Ralph were devastated and eventually moved to a mobile home park in the Florida panhandle."

"Eventually Ralph had a fatal heart attack and Louise just gradually faded until she joined Ralph. Julia stayed with Jason and continued to run her organic vegetable business on a hundred of the 2,000 acres that Ralph had owned. Jason didn't have the first clue about cash cropping and just rented the land to a local guy who bled the soil of nutrients to make a quick buck. Jason and Julia already had two kids, an older boy Jason Jr. and a cute little girl Louise, by the time Julia realized that Jason was not being faithful to their wedding vows."

"One thing about this small town; one misstep and everyone knows what you're up to. Well, old Jason was apparently approving loans for young couples on the basis of how well the wife did in the local motel. One couple wouldn't stand for his tactics and blew the whistle on him to his boss. After some investigation, the whole ugly scheme came to light and the bank was forced to act. A couple of the husbands worked at the local farm co-op and arranged to deliver seed to the farmer renting the Beck place."


Bill caught his mother's eye at this statement. "Sorry, son, I can't bring myself to call it the Watson place. Anyway, Jason had a farm accident while Julia was in town with the kids getting groceries and supplies. When she got home, she had to call the neighbor to help the police get what was left of Jason out of the combine. Apparently, he had asked the renter about learning to operate the machine and had picked a bad time to lean in the pickup head to check for cornstalks blocking it. Of course, there was a pile of seed corn delivered and stacked in the grain bin but neither the driver nor the helper had seen Jason or the combine when they dropped off the seed. The lane goes past where the combine was found and they would have had to pass it to get back to the grain bin."

Bill's look of shock prompted his mother to add, "Wait! It gets better, the low life didn't have any life insurance or a will. So in the end, Julia got the farm back but she also got a new round of debt without much in the way of revenue except her organic vegetable business. We all pitched in and planted her crops and, when they came off, she had enough to pay off the short term debts and cover Jason's funeral and other legal costs. Fortunately, all the lawsuits surrounding Jason's 'wife testing' program mysteriously dropped when he died and the farm was free and clear. All that was left were the legal bills to prepare a case that never went to court. She doesn't seem to have much money but with everything paid for she probably doesn't need much."

Bill looked thoughtful as his mother finished with, "I haven't seen her in quite a while but her kids ride past here on the bus everyday so they must still be living there."

Chapter 6 – Settling In

Bill and his father were very busy over the next couple of weeks getting ready for the harvest. All the equipment had to be pulled out, checked, serviced, greased and tested. He held back a bit further from the pickup head on the combine as he pictured the gruesome details that went with his mother's story. The soybeans would be the first to come off, followed in several weeks by the corn.

The soybean harvest went off without a hitch. They got the right amount of good weather at the right time and got their best quality crop ever. Their ideal target for the variety they planted was 19% oil and 35% protein. They got 18.8% oil and 35.2% protein. Bill and his father were ecstatic. Money in the bank.

After switching over for the corn harvest, everything was ready to go the moment the moisture level in the corn got down to or below their target of 18%. At that point, the corn would be dry enough to harvest and they could store it in their bins and dry it with forced hot air down to the standard of 15.5% moisture. 

They started combining on the Monday. Because they owned their own equipment, they took it easy and only combined for sixteen hours a day. From the time the dew was off until the dew was falling again, they took turns driving the combine and driving the old eighteen-wheeler that they used to move the grain from the field to the bins. With the new auger system they had installed on the bins, it only took one of them to dump the semi-trailer and auger the corn up into the individual bins. By Wednesday they were down to a few hundred acres when disaster struck.

Hail.

A freak late season thunderstorm struck and pelted the remaining corn with marble-sized hail. As soon as the storm was over, Bill's father grabbed a disposable camera left over from their last trip, grabbed Bill and they headed out to the field to assess their losses. Bill used the camera to photograph the damage. He included far shots of the fields, close-ups of the hail stones amongst the plants and the damage to the stalks and cobs. At this point the leaves were dry so leaf damage would mostly just make for easier combining. Bill used his cell phone to call the crop insurance office to determine the next step. 

They advised him to go ahead and harvest as usual but keep track of yield compared to the other fields on the farm. The yield difference and the pictures would be used to calculate the crop loss. The combine had weathered the hail pretty well but the custom tarp that covered the semi-trailer was shredded. More pictures were taken of the damage to the equipment. Bill called the agent that carried the equipment insurance policy. Once all that was settled, they combined the remaining crop and kept careful records of the weight and moisture level of every load.

When they were all done and had the last of the corn in the bins, Bill and his father calculated a loss of 30% of the yield from the hail. Bill headed into town to the drugstore where they had a newly acquired one-hour photo processing machine. He wanted to get the pictures and get the claims processed as fast as possible.

Bill was idly waiting around the drug store, scanning the various business magazines for signs of his old life while he waited. He didn't notice the comings and goings in the store until he did a double take at a vaguely familiar voice talking to the photo clerk.

Chapter 7 – Chance Meeting

It couldn't be.

It was. Julia had brought some film in for processing also. Bill couldn't believe it.

After all these years, Bill thought. Photography had put them back together again. What kind of irony was that? From his vantage point behind her, he could see Julia with her two kids in tow. Motherhood had been kind to her.

She had more curves than he remembered...but in a good way...no, a great way, he thought to himself. Her shapely rear was filling out her jeans very nicely leading up to a curving waist and a strong back and shoulders shaped by hard work and solo parenting. She still kept her dark hair long; he sadly realized there seemed to be too much grey. She had been through a lot and she wore it in her hair color. 

As she turned toward him and away from the photo counter, his eyes were drawn to her chest. Time and nursing had rounded out her bust as well. He could see she must have gained at least one cup size but they still appeared to be sitting high and proud. Here goes, he thought as he stepped towards her.

"Julia, Hi!" What a brilliant opening line, he ruefully thought; all those years go by and I'm still not very slick. It didn't matter. Julia took one look and ran to him. They hugged tightly for a couple of silent minutes until her worried kids started to whine. She broke away from him and he glimpsed tears in her eyes as she bent down and swooped her kids up, one on each arm.

"Don't worry. Mommy just met an old friend. Jay and Louise, this is my old and dear friend, Bill."

Bill noted that Jason had been shortened to Jay, probably to remove a constant reminder of bad memories. Bill looked at each of the little mirrors of their mom and solemnly shook their hands, one at a time. 

"Very pleased to meet you two. I can see you are your mother's kids because you both remind me of her when she was younger." Julia was still crying quietly and the kids noticed now.

"Mom, what's wrong? You're crying!" 

"Bill is a very old and very dear friend. Seeing him after such a long time surprised me in a happy way. Nothing's wrong, you two. I heard you were back in town and I wondered what you were up to." 

Bill shrugged. "Dad and I are back in business together. He and Mom are gradually phasing out and I'm phasing back into the business and buying them out. We've been working like crazy to get organized and get the crop off but, after I file the crop insurance claim, we're all done for the winter. Nothing left but to dry and deliver the corn on the contract."




Back to the Land



Julia was trying to ignore the urgent tugging by her kids. "I've got to go and get these two home to their chores."

"And TV,!" Jay chimed in as Bill smiled. 

Julia looked momentarily thoughtful. "Why don't you come over for supper tomorrow? You know where we live. I'll see you around 6:00; we can eat and catch up. That way I won't need to upset the kids' bedtime routine and we can visit."

"I'd like that." Bill said before he could think about his motives. "I'll be there." 

Julia smiled and, with the kids pulling her along, they hustled out the door to her truck.

Bill spent the next day filing the insurance claims and tallying the results of the harvest. Things were looking good. The hail hadn't done too much damage to their bottom line and they would probably see most of the loss come back in the crop insurance check. As Bill paid his parents their first installment, they dropped a small bomb.

"Bill dear..." his mother said in the usual way she had of alerting him to news he might not like. "We've decided we're heading to Florida this winter. Your timely contribution to the start of our retirement will probably just cover a nice single wide we've had our eye on in a quiet trailer park near Spring Hill."

Bill groaned. He hadn't thought about what the winters might hold for him. Now he knew; he would be alone in the big house and back to doing all his household duties for himself. Oh, well, this was the goal, he thought; free up Mom and Dad to enjoy their retirement years in warmth and comfort.

"Great, Mom; when were you thinking of leaving?"

His mom grinned slightly and said, "Funny you should ask! We're all packed and we're leaving in an hour."

Holy crap! Bill thought. Out loud he said, "Wow, you guys don't mess around. Is there any last minute stuff I can help with?"

"No, but thanks. I've been packing and organizing while you and your Dad have been busy with the harvest. We're all ready to go. We'll tell you the address and phone number once we get established down there and we'll keep in touch and make sure everything is okay. We're pretty sure you can look after yourself." She thought for a moment and added, "but you may want to consolidate within the house and close up parts you don't want to heat."

After a little more preparation, goodbye hugs, kisses and handshakes, they were gone. 

Wow, thought Bill, that was quick. I didn't even get a chance to tell them about seeing Julia which, yikes, is in twenty minutes!

Chapter 8 – First Time Together Again

Bill rushed around getting dressed. He tried a couple of different shirt and pant combinations like a nervous teen until he realized a denim shirt and jeans was probably just right. He retrieved the bottle of white wine he had picked up the other day in town and headed off.

As he drove up her lane, he flashed back to the time with Ralph's tractor and the quiet approval of their relationship. As he pulled up at the house, Jay and Louise came running out to greet him; the children walked him back up to the house chattering happily a mile a minute as they went. He couldn't understand a word but he realized that all this activity and chatter meant he had already been accepted by the kids. How will Julia feel, he wondered.

Stepping inside the small farmhouse was a bit of a flash from the past but Julia had updated and decorated the house in what Bill hoped was her style after Jason was gone. The place was nice and well kept inside but the outside needed some TLC. There were kids' toys everywhere but Jay and Louise seemed to be well amused so the benefit was obvious.

Bill immediately went and sat on the floor amongst the kids' toys. They both giggled and immediately joined him, chattering happily about the virtues of the various toys. Although he really had no experience with kids, they seemed to take him as he was so he just went with it and played with them while Julia was back and forth to the kitchen looking after the meal.

When supper was ready, Julia called them to the table and reminded the kids to wash their hands on the way. All three of the "kids" made their way dutifully to the bathroom and managed to wash some dirt off along with washing the walls and the mirror. Julia just rolled her eyes. 

Supper was a simple affair. Roast beef, mashed potatoes and fresh carrots --- Julia's organic vegetables of course. The kids had macaroni and cheese. After supper, everyone helped clear the table and Julia shooed them all back to the toys while she cleaned up.

Bill noticed the kids were slowing down about the time Julia called out, "Kids, time for bed!" 

Bill tagged along and became part of the pajamas and bedtime story routine. Both kids clamored for Bill to read their story so he did a rousing rendition of Peter Rabbit with lots of emphasis on Peter's near fatal scrape with old Mr. MacGregor. As he wound down towards the happily ever after part, Bill noticed their eyes were getting heavy. He tucked them in their beds, surprised himself by kissing them on the foreheads goodnight and headed off to find Julia and check on how well he had done the routine.

Julia was impressed with his thoroughness and only adjusted their doors and the light level. Bill slumped on the couch, surprised to find he was worn out too.

As Julia finished checking on the kids and turning off extra lights upstairs, she mused at the willingness her kids had shown to accept Bill and how well the three had played together. She was pretty sure he had limited or no experience so he must be a natural with kids. He was still a good person; the kids would have seen through any façade and she trusted their judgment on that score. As she came down the stairs, she wondered what her feelings were for Bill. Were the old flames being rekindled or was she just glad to spend an evening with someone old enough to carry on a real conversation?

Bill looked up as Julia entered the living room. She took one look at him and burst out laughing.

"What's that for?" protested Bill.

"You look as tired as they do. Someone isn't used to the pace that kids can keep."

"Hey, it was hard work playing with all those toys!" Bill came back in mock protest.

Julia had made coffee and went off to get them each a cup. "Still sweet and light?" she yelled. 

"Yes, please," Bill replied and she was back in short order with their coffees. They sat quietly together on the couch sipping their coffee.

At the same time, they both turned to each other and said, "So how have you been?" 

The absurdity of it all reduced them to laughter and broke the ice. They were soon talking quietly, filling each other in on the past several years. Bill spared Julia the pain of retelling the story of Jason by giving her the readers' digest version of the events his Mom had relayed.

They ended up with Julia resting her head on Bill's right shoulder just as she had so often in the truck. 

"You resting on my shoulder like this reminds me so much of riding in the truck. Did you know I still have the old truck? Dad kept it stored carefully and she's still good as she was back then."

"Bill, do you think there is enough of those days left in us to get that back?"

Bill thought for a bit. "Well, it is common ground for where we are now but we were both very different...so damn young. We've both lived an awful lot in between." Then he surprised himself by adding, "I would like to find out if the new and different us works as well as the old us did."

They sat there for a while longer pondering Bill's statement; he realized his eyes were getting heavy. "I'd better get going. Thanks for the great meal. I had fun playing with your kids. They're a great credit to their mom." Julia blushed; he continued, "I would really like to see you again." Julia invited him over for supper on Saturday.

Chapter 9 – Dating (again)

Julia and Bill repeated their "date" several times in a similar fashion: play with the kids, have supper, play some more, tuck and read then sit quietly on the couch.

On the sixth repeat, Bill was getting to the point that he wanted to go further and he thought Julia was there too. He had more stamina with the kids and wasn't as sleepy when they were finally bedded down. The old, shy Bill would have waited but the new six figure MBA Bill was just as nervous as he leaned down and kissed her hair. Julia was leaning against his shoulder as usual but looked up into his eyes after the kiss. 

With her face upturned, he gently reached over to the back of her neck while he planted a soft, gentle kiss on her surprised lips. Julia quickly regained her composure and kissed him back with a passion that turned the tables and surprised Bill. Their passion grew and their kisses became urgent. Mashing their lips together, they teased each other's tongues, roaming, touching and tasting until they both came up gasping for air. The meteoric rise in passion permeated the room with a new level of energy that left them breathless.

Again, simultaneously they both gasped. They chuckled as the realization hit them; Bill quickly moved to kiss Julia again before the moment evaporated. As they explored each other's tongues, Bill put his hand lightly on Julia's waist. She shifted and leaned into his touch which emboldened him to gently but firmly slide his hand up to cup her right breast through her sweater and bra. Julia moaned slightly into the kiss and pushed her breast firmly against his hand, her body screaming for him to take more liberties and light the fires that had gone out for so long.

Bill sensed her yearning and deepened his kisses. His hand roamed freely over her breast, his fingers seeking and teasing the hardening nipple into a firm peak as big around as the end of his thumb. He groaned when he realized how perfect her nipples were. Julia's breathing became even more ragged as he slid his hand under her sweater and cupped her breast through her bra, the thin lacy material allowing him to gently pinch and twist her aroused nipple. Julia groaned, panting and squirming under his insistent touch.

Julia stopped the proceedings long enough to quickly peel her sweater over her head and unsnap her bra in the back. She coyly left the cups in place and gave Bill a smoldering look of pure lust, daring him to expose her achingly hard nipples. Bill took that dare and gently slid the straps off her shoulders so the garment slid off her breasts and exposed the dark pink areolas. Further it slid, exposing the lighter pink and now very firm nipples. 

Bill immediately dropped his head and licked and kissed his way around her nipples, teasing but not touching them. Julia groaned and then the groan turned to a growl of frustration until Bill finally quit teasing and took first one and then the other nipple gently into his mouth and sucked and licked to his heart's content. Julia felt the buzz of arousal leading directly from her nipples to the very center of her being, to her sex.

They slid around face to face with their legs sideways on the couch. Julia reached down and gently traced the outline of Bill's very hard cock through his jeans. It was Bill's turn to groan into the muffling softness of Julia's full breast. She gradually increased the pressure of her tracing, enjoying the effect of Bill's groans on the electrical current that seemed to be flowing from her aching nipples straight to her now very wet pussy. Her whole body was practically humming with arousal and she wanted to move events along even more.

Julia pulled away from Bill dragging him to his feet as she slid down to her knees, pulling his zipper with her. She tugged his jeans off his hips and helped him step out of his shoes and pants. They were soon followed by his boxers. As the waistband slid down over his hard, aching cock, it popped free brushing gently against Julia's cheek. Julia turned her attention to stroking this object of her lust. Bill groaned even louder as Julia leaned slowly forward and tentatively tasted the pre-cum drooling from the tip of his cock. 

While Julia stroked his naked cock, Bill peeled off his shirt to add to the pile of his clothes at their feet. Julia moved forward again and Bill could feel her hot breath teasing the sensitive head of his cock. His knees wobbled as she kissed the engorged head and captured more drooling pre-cum with her tongue. She opened her mouth wider and sank down around half of his cock, rolling her tongue around the sensitive ridge under the head. With her hand jacking and her mouth swirling and teasing, Bill knew he wouldn't last long.

He reached down and intertwined his fingers in her hair, holding her head as he gasped, "Stop, Julia. I'm gonna cum!" 

She groaned and redoubled her efforts. Two strokes later she pushed him over the edge and he felt his balls explode into her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, trying to keep up with his bursting waves of cum. Bill swayed to and fro on his rubbery legs. With one last gush, he sank back on the couch, unable to remain standing a moment longer. Julia looked up at him from her knees as she licked a few stray tendrils of cum from her bottom lip. 

Slowly she stood up, reaching to undo her jeans and slide them off her hips to join Bill's jeans on the floor. She hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties, turning slowly and bending from the waist, slid them down exposing her full, heart-shaped ass to his still glazed vision. She paused, taking longer than necessary to make sure Bill got a good long look at her wet lips and pink rosebud before laying on the couch beside the exhausted Bill.

They lay there basking for a while as Bill's heart rate and breathing returned to a safe level. 

As he regained his senses, he was determined to return the favor in spades. Bill reached for her and began kissing his way down from her soft lips and across her aching nipples. Taking a detour to suck and lick each tender nubbin, he eventually continued south. He tickled her belly button, probing it with his tongue as Julia bit a pillow to stifle her giggles. Her giggles quickly evaporated to anguished moans as he planted kisses gently on her smooth inner thighs. He basked in the wonderful aroma of her arousal, her pussy practically yelling at him with its arsenal of pheromones. 

Still, he resisted the urge to dive right in. He continued tracing kisses up one thigh and then the other, focusing on the soft skin and avoiding any contact with her sex. Julia's groans grew with her mounting frustration. Bill gradually worked his way closer to her pussy, drawn by the luscious scent of a woman ripe for the taking.

Finally, thought Julia, as her pussy practically started to hum. Bill was running the flat of his tongue over her drooling lips. She opened for him like a precious flower and he slid his tongue softly between her lips, teasing her opening before slowing to curve his tongue up around her emerging nub. He gently ran his tongue around her bud, easing back the hood and then lightly wrapping his lips around it. A gentle suck was all it took.

Julia exploded.

Her world seemed to dissolve to a single point of light that emanated from her center as her orgasm rolled in wave after wave of pent up passion. Julia drenched his chin in her nectar. He quickly planted his mouth over her pulsing opening, licking and drinking in all she had to offer. Glancing up past her bushy mound and her slowly heaving chest, he saw she was nearly passed out from the pleasure. He gently kissed and licked her outer lips, savoring the flavor and aroma while she recovered.

Finally, Julia weakly pushed his head away, groaning, "Sensitive...stop...kiss me!"

Bill slid up beside her on the couch and did just that. They kissed deeply and passionately, both feeling the growing sense of togetherness. They exchanged flavors of each other and reveled in the uninhibited way they felt with each other. After she had a chance to recover enough, Julia reached down and felt with satisfaction that Bill once again had a very rigid cock.

He was ready. She was ready. It was time for them to take their relationship to a new place, a place of physical passion and mutual fascination.

Julia gently pushed on Bill's hip, encouraging him to roll on top in a straight forward missionary position. As he slid between her waiting legs, she reached down, squeezing and guiding his hard cock into her very wet and waiting opening. 

Bill groaned as he slid slowly and delicately into her heated depths. He could feel every texture of her velvet walls caressing the engorged head of his cock. The deeper he slid, the more her pussy felt like a tight velvet glove enveloping, gripping and caressing his throbbing cock. Julia was tight. Her chaste life after Jason's departure meant Bill had to work gently to re-awaken her vaginal muscles to accept his invading flesh. He was patient and after several minutes of progressively longer, gentle strokes he could feel his balls slapping lightly against her puckered rosebud.

Julia was overwhelmed with the feeling of completion and fullness. It was like her body wanted to draw all of Bill inside and caress his manhood with velvety warmth. With Bill's gentle stroking, her feeling quickly changed to an orgasmic on ramp and she accelerated to her peak in a matter of moments. She shuddered and let loose a wrenching gasp as her pussy pulsed and tightened on his hard cock. Bill stopped stroking and held himself all the way inside her to maximize her fullness as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her.

Julia almost passed out again and came back to earth with the pleasant sensations of Bill kissing her gently and lovingly while her pussy walls rippled back and forth over his length. Bill was fighting back his own orgasm as the delicate sensations from her vibrating pussy stimulated his sensitive cock. When she had recovered enough to think, Julia started moving under Bill urging him back into motion stroking in and out of her wet velvet Shangri-la.

Bill could not postpone the inevitable much longer. He had been close when Julia tipped over the top and now he was fighting back the urge to pound his hard cock into her in a selfish orgasmic pursuit. This had to be special, this was for both of them, their time past and future. He felt the familiar tingling starting in his balls as they gently bounced against her back door. He altered the angle of his strokes and kept them shallow, running his cock head over her g-spot, listening carefully to her reactions as he changed the angle and depth of his thrusts. He was rewarded with a passionate response and Julia's ragged breathing as she began the climb to her summit with him.

Then the thought hit him, they were not using any protection. He had to risk breaking the mood to protect their future. 

"Where -- do you want -- me to -- cum?" panted Bill.

"Inside me -- on the -- pill," panted Julia in return. 

With that detail out of the way, Bill renewed his efforts to carry them both to the summit together. Julia was rocking her hips back at his thrusts urging him on, making him stroke deeper into her wet depths. His hips had a mind of their own as his strokes probed deeper into her center, their bodies slapped together faster and faster.

Bill's balls pulled up tightly against the base of his cock and Julia felt its pulsing swell as it slid deep in her pussy. Julia's pussy rippled against his hard invasion and the combined sensations drove them both over the top. With one last hard thrust, Bill buried himself as far in Julia's center as he could. His cock throbbed and twitched as he pumped load after load of cum into Julia's grasping pussy.

Julia could feel Bill's hot cum filling her up. She felt a sense of completion like none before. She wrapped her arms around the gasping Bill, crushing him to her breasts. The two lovers basked in the rising afterglow of high passion. They had completed the journey they had begun all those years before in high school and it felt so right. 




Back to the Land



Bill recovered enough to open his eyes just as Julia's face transformed into blissful splendor and his heart melted. She was the most beautiful, passionate person he had ever met. This was it. Looking back he would know that then and there he fell the rest of the way hopelessly in love with her.

Julia was experiencing the same kind of feelings. With her arms wrapped around Bill, seeing that vulnerable, spent look on his face, she felt whole. This was what she had been missing: love, passion and a compatible partner to share her life with. Bill looked so vulnerable, strong and handsome all at the same time. She was so much in love.

Gradually Bill's softening cock slid from Julia's pussy. Julia released her hold on Bill and he rolled to lay beside her, neither wanting to completely break the spell.

As Bill stroked her hair, he whispered, "Julia, I love you. Deep down I have always loved you and I will love you as long as I breath."

"I know. I love you too with all my heart."

Unfortunately, reality set in. They were squished on the couch and Bill had to slide reluctantly from her side and sit back on the couch. Julia snuggled up next to him and he gently ran his fingers up and down her arm. Finally, Julia had to get up as their combined fluids were now practically pouring from her puffy lips. She quickly retrieved a towel and a wash cloth, cleaned herself and returned to clean Bill and the couch. She snuggled in against Bill but they were both beginning to feel a little chilly. Bill grabbed the throw from the back of the couch and wrapped the two of them up in their mutual afterglow.

Bill was the first to speak. "I truly love you Julia. I never stopped. I can see that now. My whole life in the big city was missing something -- you. You're a joy to be with in every sense of the word."

Julia's voice caught a bit and she huskily said, "I love you too. I have for just as long but it seems stronger and fuller now than it did in high school. I would love for you to stay the night but I'm not ready to explain you being here in the morning to my kids just yet. I'm pretty sure they would be okay with it, but I don't want to rock their boats after all the trauma they've been through in their short lives."

"Julia, I understand. This was beautiful and I think we both know we're going to be together for a long time. I'll get going now with a promise to return to you each day that you want to see me."

Bill got up and slowly dressed. He was surprised to find it was almost 2:00 a.m. Julia draped the throw over her shoulders like a shawl. When he was ready, Julia rose and kissed him passionately. Bill groaned and tried to reach under the throw to renew his exploration of her warm body. Julia gently but firmly grabbed his wrist, holding his hand still against her firm breast and hard nipple.

"Please, I want more but we have the rest of our lives. I need some sleep before the kids get up in a few short hours."

Bill reluctantly removed his hand, kissed her passionately one more time and headed out the door. As Bill drove home, he felt a huge sense of inner peace that he didn't even know had been missing. As he went into the house, he remembered his parents were gone. Even though they left a few short hours ago, it suddenly seemed like ages. He hadn't even spent a night alone in the house yet but it was almost a lifetime ago. As his head hit the pillow, his last mental image was Julia's face in orgasmic bliss. I've got to be the luckiest guy on the planet, was his last thought.

Julia too felt the completeness and peace she knew she had been yearning for. As she tidied up and slowly climbed the stairs to bed, she was thinking a lifetime had passed in a single evening for her. Her head hit the pillow filled with images of Bill's strong, handsome face gazing down at her. That would be an image she would try to recreate as many nights as she could for the rest of her life.

Chapter 10 – Becoming a Couple

The next morning at breakfast, Jay asked, "Where's Bill?" 

"At home." 

"How come he didn't stay in your room, Mom? We could play again before the school bus comes." 

That pretty much settled it. Her kids were obviously expecting Bill to become part of the household. After the kids were off to school, Julia called Bill.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice growled on the other end.

"I didn't wake you up, did I? Some farmer you are!" said the amused Julia. 

"No, of course not!" replied Bill, sounding a little less than convincing.

"Well, I just wanted you to know that the first thing Jay asked this morning was where you were and why you hadn't stayed overnight. I guess the kids are okay with the whole sharing a bed concept in their simplified view of the world so why should we worry? Would you like to come to supper again tonight?"

"I would love to -- when?" 

"Usual time. It won't be anything fancy."

That evening, their now comfortable pattern repeated itself. Play, supper, play, story and bed time. As Julia and Bill plopped themselves down on the couch, they were both feeling the effect of the previous late night.

"Last night was really great," they both said, almost in unison. They broke up laughing.

"This is why we're so good together" said Bill. "We seem to know instinctively what the other is thinking. Let me say that I love you more today than I did yesterday. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and getting to know you." 

Bill reached into his pocket and pulled out an old velvet ring box. He got down on one knee in front of Julia. "My grandmother left me this ring to give to my future wife. She hinted once that it would be you and sure enough she was right, even if she didn't have all the details. If it isn't too hasty, would you marry me?"

"Yes!" was all Julia could say. Her eyes filled with tears and she happily cried into Bill's shoulder as they hugged. "I love you more than ever. I want to be with you always and I will be honored to be your wife."

Bill let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding and slipped the ring over her finger. It fit perfectly. "Well, Granny, you were even right about the size. My parents aren't back from Florida until next spring, I think we could wait until then. What about you?"

Julia surprised him by saying, "I'm not one for big weddings after the way the last disaster started with the biggest wedding in town. Let's have a simple civil ceremony and get it out of the way."

"Okay, I wasn't thinking of a big wedding, but I didn't realize the memories that would be wrapped up in a ceremony in town for you. Of course, we'll go to the courthouse and make the arrangements this week."

Bill rejoined Julia on the couch and she snuggled into his shoulder.

"I'm still a little sore from last night. You stretched some parts that haven't seen any action in a long time and I'd really like to just snuggle tonight. Is that okay?"

"Of course. I'm feeling the late night myself in spite of sleeping in as you so delicately pointed out." Chuckling at recalling that, Bill wrapped his arm around Julia as she leaned her head on his right shoulder the way she always did. Only this time her attention was focused on the beautiful single diamond setting on her left hand.

Some time later, Bill was gently shaking Julia awake. "Wake up, it is 2:00 a.m. again only this time we both nodded off. It is time to head to bed."

"Stay with me tonight please. I want to wake up next to you and see your face when I first open my eyes."

Bill got up, "Go get your pajamas on and I will get my bag from the truck."

Later, they were both ready for bed, Julia with her practical, warm flannel nightshirt and Bill with his flannel sleeping pants. Bill mused out loud, "I don't think I've ever seen flannel look so sexy in my life." 

"Shut up and come to bed."

Julia scooted back towards Bill with her butt to his crotch. Pulling his hand across her breasts, Julia positioned herself so he was spooning her with his cock nestled between the firm cheeks of her ass with a handful of right breast to sweeten his dreams.

As the sun rose on the new day, the engaged lovers slowly awoke. Squinting at the clock, Julia realized they had about fifteen minutes before the kids would be stirring. She flexed her hips so her firm cheeks caressed Bill's morning wood. Slowly, Bill awoke basking in the feeling of her stroking and the handful of firm breast-flesh he was gently kneading. Julia turned her head and they shared a passionate good morning kiss.

"A toast to the best way to wake up in the world," said Bill, squeezing Julia's breast for emphasis. 

Julia giggled and rubbed her butt back and forth over Bill's hardening cock, "and here's to the best thing to wake up to in the world."

Like a fine quartz timepiece, the exact minute arrived and the kids were up and running into the room.

"Hi, Bill. Morning, Mom!" were the shouts of the new day and they sped off to make a mess in the kitchen.

Julia got up to make them breakfast while Bill got dressed before coming down to help. Later, with the kids out the door with backpacks and lunches intact, the two lovers sat at the kitchen table with their coffees.

"It makes the most sense for you to stay here for now. All of the kids' things are here and the whole routine is established."

"I agree. I think at some point, we should consider moving to a bigger place if we want our family to grow. We can decide after talking to Mom and Dad about renovating our old farm house, renovating your farm house or building a new house somewhere in between."

The next couple of days were taken up with arranging the legalities of the marriage. The requisite tests, licenses, fees and waiting period all had to be dealt with.

Bill's Mom called and was not surprised to find no one home in the evening. She called Julia's house to pass on the information about their new address and pleasantries about the gated community they had found.

Bill was bursting to tell his Mom about the wedding and she must have sensed it because she abruptly stopped. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Mom, we're getting married tomorrow. Julia didn't want another big wedding and we couldn't see any point to waiting so we're going to the courthouse tomorrow to have a small civil ceremony."

"That's wonderful, Bill. I figured you two would find each other again and you sure did it in record time. Enjoy your big day. We wish we could be there but in that small town, with Julia's kids and the fact you're obviously staying over already, marriage sooner rather than later is better before the gossip mongers start."

"Thanks, Mom. I love you and Dad. Bye."

Julia and Bill were married at the courthouse the next day. That night, with the kids finally tucked in, worn out from the excitement, the new couple flopped down on the couch. Julia was leaning on Bill's right shoulder, again staring at the new ring on her hand. Bill was also staring at the matching ring on his hand. They both felt so complete. Without saying anything, Bill stood and held his hand out to Julia. When she took it, he swooped and whisked her off her feet and into the bedroom. Giggling, Julia realized this was the start of her wedding night.

Julia stood facing Bill. Slowly, without any sense of urgency, they reached out to each other and undid one button after another. When their shirts were open, they took turns taking the other's shirt off. Bill had the added pleasure of hugging Julia while reaching for her bra clasp. Easing the hooks out, he slid the straps off her shoulders revealing her dark pink areolas and firm light pink nipples. 

To him it was as exciting as the first time, not that long ago, he slid her bra off her shoulders to reveal her firm, full mounds. It would turn out he would never tire of this activity and they would often share the simple pleasure of undressing each other. Julia caressed Bill's chest while he worked and gazed. Her hands rubbed his nipples and she was surprised to find he enjoyed the sensation almost as much as she did. What other things did she have to learn about her lover? She would have plenty of time to do it.

Both lovers turned their attention to pants. Buttons were flipped and zippers unzipped. Julia went first, sliding her hands down Bill's legs as she slid to her knees and brought his pants with her. She helped him step out of them and then repeated the process with his boxers. This time she ran one hand down the front as she pulled the waistband, dragging her fingernails over his hard cock as she went. Bill's cock twitched in response to the new stimulation and Julia added that to her list of new stuff about Bill's body.

Before she could do anything more, Bill gently held her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. He slid down with her jeans and helped her step out of them. He gently hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, noting with some satisfaction that the old maid full-rise panties of last week had been replaced. At least for tonight, Julia wore a nice lacy pair of black panties cut high on her hip and accentuating the full, ripe firmness of her hips and ass. He realized the panties matched the bra so Julia had been doing some shopping in anticipation of her wedding night. What other surprises did she have in store for him, he wondered?

With his face inches away from her sex, Bill could not miss the unmistakable aroma of a woman's lust. He also realized she had trimmed the lush brown bush to more manageable proportions with the hair between her legs shaved off and a small triangle remaining above her clit. What else? More surprises?

Julia sighed as Bill gently slid his tongue over the hiding place of her little nub. She let him lick around the area a few times before grabbing him by the ears and bringing him up for a passionate kiss. As his hard cock pressed against her belly, she raised up on her tip toes, rocked her hips and slid his hard cock between her thighs, rubbing his length across the outside of her lips so he was rubbing over her clit, her moist tunnel and pushing out towards her rosebud all at the same time.

Bill's turn to sigh. Rocking his hips slowly back and forth, he rubbed his hard cock against Julia's nub. The gentle rubbing awoke her pleasure button and she found herself riding the wave of a small and pleasant orgasm. Bill sensed her pleasure and slowed to a stop to let her come back down after.

Julia pulled back and Bill's cock popped out from between her legs. She slid down to her knees again and began to lick Bill's cock like a Popsicle. 

Bill began to murmur instructions, "Right there, Oooh, that feels good, a little higher, swirl your tongue there."

Julia made mental notes about Bill's responses to various different parts of her technique. He was obviously enjoying the sensations so much, Julia decided to try to take more of Bill's cock in her mouth. Working slowly, she slid more of his dick into her mouth until he touched the back of her throat. 

Bill began moaning, "Oh, baby, yeah, feels so good, so warm, oh, yeah."

Julia tried again, forcing herself to relax as she pulled Bill's hips towards her mouth. The head of Bill's cock slid into her throat. She fought the urge to gag and found she could manage it. Slowly, she worked back and forth until she felt his pubes tickling her nose. She did it! She had his whole cock in her mouth!

Bill was taking all this in from behind the haze of deep throat bliss. No one had taken his whole cock in their mouth yet. Here was Julia, determined and passionate, succeeding and providing the most pleasurable oral sensations. This was obviously her first try and she was a natural at it. 

Bill felt the inevitable churning and moaned a warning to Julia. She pulled his cock out of her throat and held the head just inside her lips as she stroked him with her hand and swirled her tongue around the ridge under the head. That did it. The pleasure registering in his brain from her efforts went off the Richter scale and he exploded in her mouth. Julia eagerly captured every drop, licking his sensitive head clean when the last shot was done spurting in her mouth.

Bill pulled Julia up for a passionate kiss.

Bill wanted to return the favor and gently pushed Julia into a sitting position on the bed. Then, spreading her legs and grabbing behind her knees, he tipped her on her back in the middle of the bed. Slowly, he crawled up between her legs, kissing from her belly button to her nipples on his way. He captured first one nipple and then the other between his teeth, gently biting and watching Julia's reaction. She began to squirm, clearly enjoying some of the heightened sensation that pain added to her pleasure. 

While he was working on her nipples, Bill rocked his hips rubbing his cock on Julia's outer lips, spreading her moisture and teasing her passion higher. Slowly he slid back down, kissing his way to her newly shaved mound. Kissing all of the newly revealed area, he teased and touched the sensitive skin. Sliding further between her legs, he kissed the tender areas on each side of her valley. Slowly, he kissed his way closer to her nub. Teasingly, he ran his tongue up barely touching her skin. Julia squirmed and pushed her hip down trying to make more contact with his wonderful tongue.

When Bill sensed that she was getting close to screaming in frustration, he pointed his tongue and plunged it as far as it would go into her pussy. The effect was immediate. Julia screamed into the pillow she had been using to muffle her moans from the kids and orgasmed immediately. Bill returned to gently licking her outer lips, occasionally running his tongue down towards her succulent buns to capture the nectar oozing from her pussy.

As her breathing returned to normal, Bill moved back to licking and kissing her inner lips. As Julia's hips started jerking in response, Bill dipped two fingers into her pussy but purposely did not touch her g-spot. Rolling his tongue around her nub and coaxing it to peek out of its hood, he began rubbing and kneading the flesh of her ass with his other hand. As she rose higher on the squirming scale, Bill focused his efforts towards the center of her tight ring, gently rubbing a finger across the puckered skin every few seconds. As she began grunting and thrusting her hips at him he took the index finger that was wet with her copious juices and gently touched the center of her rosebud. Julia's hips froze for just a heartbeat and then began moving again in even greater urgency to thrust towards his hand and his tongue.

At exactly the same time, Bill plunged his mouth onto her clit and thrust his lubricated index finger into her ass. The effect was startling. Julia thrust towards him once capturing his finger right to the knuckle and bucked her hips hard into his mouth as she crashed through her orgasm and passed out cold. Bill slid up beside her and caressed her hair until she returned to the planet.

"Wow!" was all she could utter.

She slowly rolled her hips over Bill and rolled him on his back. With his cock in one hand, she raised herself over his cock and sat straight down on it. It was Bill's turn to gasp into the pillow. The sensation of Julia's tight, wet pussy plunging down on his cock was amazing. Julia started with a gentle up and down stroke. As she gained speed, she added a front to back rock of her hips to bring his cock in contact with her g-spot and to rub her clit into his pubic bone when she bottomed out.

They were both enjoying this and neither would last much longer. Bill flipped the two of them over without missing a stroke and continued to increase the rhythm. He slid Julia's heels up over his shoulders and really started to drive into her. As he went deeper, so did Julia's groans.

"Oh, yeah, so deep. Deeper, baby, that feels so good. Harder, baby, I'm going to cum. Yessss, yessss right there – oh – oh cumminnnggg now ahhh!" The rest was lost in the pillow as Julia screamed and moaned through her orgasm. 




Back to the Land



Bill stroked in and out gently keeping her pleasure plateau up near the bliss zone. He looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy and saw her other hole clenching and relaxing, covered in the juices running out of her pussy. As Julia continued to bask in the bliss Bill was creating, he slipped his finger back into her puckered opening. Again, the response was instant. She groaned into the pillow and pushed her hips down to increase the invasion of her back door.

Sliding his cock out of her pussy and his finger out of her ass, Bill pushed his hard cock gently at her well lubed butt. The muscle pulsed and then relaxed enough for the head to pop in. Julia's eyes flew open. She groaned into the pillow again and Bill held still waiting to see what she would do. Tentatively she pushed back toward him and more of his cock slid into the hot smooth confines of her ass. 

Bill's groans joined hers; the sensations they were both getting were intense. Julia felt full. Her brain distantly registered some pain but in the foreground registered a feeling of fullness and a growing sense of pleasure. Bill's brain registered the intense pleasure that her tight opening was causing around his cock. 

Julia squirmed and pushed back once more. The rest of Bill's cock disappeared in her ass and his balls bounced on the firm globes of her butt. Julia moaned, "I -- can't -- believe -- you're in -- my ass. It -- feels -- so good. Stroke -- me -- baby. Make -- me -- cum. Fill -- my ass -- pleeeeeeeaase." 

The last word turned into a scream as Bill began to stroke. Quickly he stopped and looked at Julia for guidance. She nodded her head and squirmed her butt to tell him to keep going. Slowly, in and out he worked his cock. He could feel the warm walls caressing his cock while the stretched opening had a fluttering but strong grip. As he built up speed in response to Julia's urging, she began to pant. The tight ring of muscle began pulsing and squeezing his cock. He was getting close from all the sensations. 

He reached down and rubbed his thumb over her clit. He wanted to finish together with her and the reaction was fantastic. Julia rocked her hips and Bill slid his cock in and out of her smooth warmth faster and faster. His balls slapped her cheeks while his thumb rubbed her clit. Her moans and his groans kept pace as they neared the top of their lust. As his balls began to tingle, Bill shoved his cock deep into Julia's ass. Flicking her clit, he timed it perfectly and they both exploded into huge orgasms. 

Bill pumped shot after shot of warm cum in Julia's ass while she moaned and clenched on his cock with each shot. Exhausted and sweating, Bill reluctantly slid his softening dick from Julia's ass and went to get a towel and wash cloth. Julia was dazed, almost passed out from the pleasure of it all.

Bill came back and lovingly cleaned Julia's rosebud, washing and drying the entire area. Coming around from the pleasant attention to her now sensitive ass, Julia took the washcloth and returned the favor for Bill. Spreading the towel underneath them for extra precaution, Bill pulled up the covers and spooned behind Julia as they were drifting off to sleep.

The last words Julia heard were, "Goodnight, Mrs. Martin."

Epilogue

Julia and Bill explored each other's fantasies, likes and dislikes in and out of bed. Their wedding night had revealed a few pleasurable surprises and they were determined to find more. Julia had discovered anal sex and had shown a new tendency to speak her mind when it came to enhancing her pleasure. To Bill, this was all positive. If they could each tell the other what they wanted, their lovemaking would never grow stale. Indeed, their relationship grew stronger and they enjoyed a wide variety of sexual pleasures. 

As spring and Bill's parents returned, Bill and Julia sat down to get serious about merging their farm businesses and what to do about housing. They found out the land between their two farms was potentially available if they approached the owner directly. They did and quickly struck a reasonable deal. That was followed by a trip to the lawyer's office to sort out the land and business ownership and consolidate the family holdings. 

The two farms and the land in between were merged into a single holding in Bill and Julia's name. Bill's parents would have full use of their house in summer and it would be rented or vacant in the winter. Bill and Julia would live in her house while they planned and built a sprawling bungalow on the new land between the two farms. This would give them a chance to start fresh with extra bedrooms to hold new brothers or sisters for Jay and Louise. 

On a warm spring day, Bill's parents were looking after the kids and Bill and Julia were finally getting away for a mini-honeymoon weekend. As they drove slowly down the road admiring their new property in the faithful old truck, Bill pulled into an overgrown, narrow lane on their new land. Stopping at the old stone chimney, he reached over and took the hand of his blushing and giggling wife. They ran from the truck dropping their clothes as they went. In the soft grass by the chimney, Julia pulled Bill down on top of her.

"I went off the pill at my last period," Julia whispered in Bill's ear. "I'm fertile right now. Fuck me hard and let's make a little Martin." she breathed in his ear, biting his earlobe.

That did it. If Bill wasn't already hard, the idea of starting a family with his lovely bride right here and now had Bill's cock throbbing. Propping himself on one hand and grabbing his hard cock, he stroked it up and down over Julia's pussy. Finding she was as wet as he was hard, he slipped the head inside her and thrust to the bottom in one push. 

They groaned in unison. Bill realized neither one could or wanted to make this last. This was all about fucking. No passion, no tenderness just a good, old-fashioned fuck. He started thrusting hard and fast and Julia's hips rose to meet his every thrust. They grunted together as his balls slapped her ass and his pubic bone ground on her clit.

"Fuck -- me -- harder!" pleaded Julia. "Cummmingggg soooonnnn" she wailed. 

Bill was amazed to feel her pussy start to pulse so soon and with some urgency increased his strokes as she thrust her hips hard back at him. He felt his balls tightening and clenched his muscles to hold back as long as he could. Julia felt the twitching of his cock and moaned as she tipped over the edge. As her pussy started clenching on his cock, Bill moaned and fell over into the abyss with Julia, pumping shot after shot of cum into her waiting womb.

Julia lay on the soft grass with her knees up for a while afterwards, hoping this would help improve her chances of conception. She was sure she could feel something happening but then she figured it was wishful thinking. A few weeks would be required to know for sure. It turned out her hunch was right.

In the post-coital bliss, Bill was looking around. The area was nicely wooded although the trees needed thinning, the old chimney was still solid and an old windmill powered well pump nearby suggested there might be water not too far down.

"Julia my dear, I think we have just found the ideal site to build our new home. I think we should put the master bedroom right where we are."

Julia giggled. That was so romantic in a practical sort of way.

Bill realized he had truly come back to the land; back to the land where he grew up. They had probably just made the first Martin grandkid with Julia's back pressed into the land they would live on. Truly a wonderful double entendre.

They enjoyed their six kids and eventually umpteen grandkids from the happiness of their new house with a funky old chimney that was their master bedroom fireplace.

The End

Edited by Dinsmore and Techsan