4

Boone

My dick has been hard since the moment she answered that door and I’m not sure it’s ever going to function properly again. Fuck me, she looks like she was rolling around in someone’s bed. Her hair is all messy and while her T-shirt is oversized, it does nothing to hide the fact that her magnificent breasts are free and so easily accessible.

My desire to stay in with her is purely selfish. I want to spend time with her alone where no one can interrupt us. It’s also a bit of self-preservation, I’m not sure I could hide this hard-on in public. I’m surprised that Georgia hasn’t noticed it yet or maybe she has, and she is trying to be good.

“What kind of pizza do you like, Boone?” she asks as she orders with her phone.

“Anything but anchovies.”

“So, two large pizzas with extra anchovies, the really slimy ones,” she laughs over her shoulder. “I’m kidding. I ordered a meat lover and one with less meat, but more veggies.”

“Sounds delicious,” I say as I watch her move from the kitchen back to the living room. She stops before sitting, looking between the loveseat and the sofa, and then takes a seat on the sofa. I sit on the other end of the sofa, close but not touching.

“What kind of movies do you like?”

“Um,” she bites at her lip, and I swallow my groan. This is going to be the longest night in history. “I like everything except science fiction. I just can’t get into those. Aliens creep me out.”

“You like horror movies?”

“Absolutely, they are my favorite. I usually see them alone in the theater. None of my friends are brave enough to watch them. Shelby won’t even let me tell her about them. It’s crazy. There was that movie with a haunted smile or something, the poster freaked her out and every time we saw it she would jump. I may have turned it into a pillow and gave it to her for Christmas as a gag.”

“That’s evil.”

“That’s what everyone else said. I thought it was funny. It’s in my guest room, which Shelby will not step into,” Georgia is laughing so hard that tears are falling down her face.

“You’re a pistol, aren’t you,” I say, leaning over to wipe her tears of laughter off her pink cheeks.

She whispers, “That’s what they tell me.”

Our faces are so close together, that a soft breeze could bring our lips together. Does she want this or not? I gaze into her eyes looking for an answer. I know that we both promised to behave, but I know that this happening between us is inevitable.

“Georgia.” My voice is barely audible. “I’m gonna kiss you, wildflower.”

She gives a small nod and that’s all I need. My mouth is on hers and I’m in heaven. I pull her body underneath mine on the sofa and she wraps her legs around my waist. I kiss her chin and down her neck, then back up to her mouth.

Georgia presses her body into mine, now I know she can feel my hard dick. I grab her juicy ass with one hand and place the other behind her so I can flip us around. Now, she’s straddling me on the sofa, and I can see more of her.

“Can I take this off?” I ask as I pull at the hem of her shirt. She nods and I pull it over her head.

“Fuck. I’m a lucky bastard.” My mouth is instantly drawn to the dusky pink peak of one nipple as my fingers pluck at the other. Her tits are round, high, and more than a handful. Just so fucking gorgeous.

“I’m older now,” she says.

“Me too.” I smile. “You are so fucking hot. I think you’ve gotten more beautiful. We were kids back then. You’re a gorgeous woman now. Let’s leave the past where it belongs.”

She nods and pulls my mouth to hers for a kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance. I want to fuck her right now and I’m about to tell her so when the doorbell rings.

“The pizza!” Georgia screams as she grabs her T-shirt and tries to pull it back over her head, failing miserably.

“Calm down, wildflower. I’ll get the door.”

Georgia grabs her shirt and runs out of the room. Rationally I know that we ordered this pizza, but irrationally I want to kill the kid who just interrupted what I’m sure was about to be the best sex I’ve ever had.

Making my way to the door, I adjust my still aching cock, and hope that it’s not too obvious to whoever is on the other side that they just interrupted “adult time”.

Quickly I grab the pizza and tip the kid an extra ten bucks on top of whatever Georgia tipped online when she used my card earlier.

“It’s safe to come out now,” I yell toward the back of the house where I saw Georgia scamper.

She slowly walks back out, now with her T-shirt on right, and sits down next to me on the sofa. She’s close, but not touching.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, it’s just. We said we would be good and then not even a few minutes later we were all over each other.”

“I know,” I sigh, “Honestly, I don’t think I can be that kind of good around you, Georgia. I feel an irresistible pull to you, wildflower.”

“Let’s just watch a movie and hang out,” she says.

“Okay, we can do that.”

She picks a newish horror movie that neither of us has seen. I have one piece of the pizza she ordered, but I’m not hungry for food. I’m hungry for her. I said that I would be good, but damn she smells good.

We started the movie on opposite ends of the sofa, but our bodies are almost touching now.

“Boone?”

“Yeah, wildflower?”

“I can’t do this,” she whispers and turns her body toward mine.

“Can’t do what exactly?” God, I hope it’s that she can’t resist the pull between us anymore.

“I can’t sit next to you, knowing you’re turned on and right there. So close.”

“Do you want me to go?” Please say no.

She shakes her head. “I want you to follow me to my bedroom, strip naked, and lay flat on my bed.” A gentle blush spreads across her cheeks, but I’m not sure if it’s from being turned on or embarrassed by her forwardness. I hope it’s the former.

I stand and unbutton the dress shirt I’m wearing. She watches each button I undo like it’s her favorite movie. I shrug off the shirt and start walking toward her room.

“Are you coming too?” I ask her.

“Oh, yes, of course.”

She scrambles off the sofa and passes me in the hallway, getting to her bedroom before I do. I pull my boots off at her bedroom door and undo the button and zipper of my jeans.

“Are you gonna take anything off?” I ask, wondering what her plan is.

“Um, after you.”

I shrug and strip the rest of my clothes off and lay across her bed.

“Holy shit,” she says almost reverently. “You can’t just have a stupid hot face. Why does your body have to look like a statue? How is that fair to the rest of the population?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Don’t apologize. I’m sure you work hard to keep it like that and not like in the gym but like actual hard work. It’s just there should be something wrong with you and besides the fact that you dumped me, I haven’t found one. It’s definitely not all of this.” She waves her hand above my body accidentally hitting my cock that is standing at full attention. “Oops.”

Then she wraps her hands around the shaft, and I lose all ability to think. Slowly she moves her hands up and down on my dick. I close my eyes to keep myself from blowing too fast like a teenage boy. Then I feel her wet mouth engulf the head of my cock and my eyes fly open.

“That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

She moves her head up and down my cock. I’m not going to last long if she keeps going and I need to be inside of her. I sit up, as well as I can, and pull her body up mine.

“I wasn’t done,” she pouts.

“I know, but there’s more I want to do, and you were driving me crazy. Can we take these off?” I need her naked against me.

She nods and helps me strip her body. We are now both naked and running our hands over each other’s bodies. It’s the most amazing feeling. Her body is so beautiful.

I run my finger through her slit. “You’re so wet.”

“I know…I ache, Boone.”

“I know what can make that better.”

“Please,” she begs as she takes control and straddles my body. My cowgirl knows how to ride. She lines my cock up to the opening of her pussy and slides down.

We both moan as she gets my whole cock seated inside her tight pussy. I’ve never felt anything so good.

“I’m on birth control, so we don’t need to worry.” She says as she starts to slide up and down my pole.

I grab onto her hips and help her maintain the speed she wants as I let her use me for her pleasure. Fuck, how did I get this lucky?

“I’m so close,” she hums out over and over.

I let go of one hip and touch her tight bundle of nerves, making little circles.

“I’m…there…now.”

Her pussy tightens around my cock, and I can’t stop the inevitable. I follow her right over the cliff. She leans over my body, the sweat from our exertion sealing us together.

“That was amazing.”

“So fucking good,” I agree and kiss her.

We lay there together for several minutes and then Georgia asks the question I’ve been dreading.

“Why haven’t you talked to me in twelve years? Or at least in the eight years since I came back from college?”

I knew that she was going to ask me about this, but I had hoped that it wouldn’t be until we had spent more time together. I owe her the truth.

“At first, it was because I ended things and didn’t think you would want to talk to me. Then it just seemed like so much time had passed, and I had missed out on you. I’ve always wanted you. Even when we broke up, I did that for you.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I knew you were going to meet all these smart guys who wanted more out of life than being a cowboy. I thought that breaking up and not being tied to some guy back home would let you experience everything college had to offer. We hadn’t been dating long and I thought it was the right thing to do.”

“That is the stupidest, fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” Georgia stands and starts pacing around her bedroom looking for her clothes. “I come from a ranching family. My dad and brothers are cowboys. What on earth would make you think I want some smart, rich guy and not a cowboy.” She throws her hands up. “This was all a mistake. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. We’re just attracted to each other, but that doesn’t mean anything does it.”

“Georgia.” I stand to try and do something other than sit naked and watch her meltdown. I feel helpless as our once amazing night takes a nosedive.

“No, you need to go. Take the pizza.” She walks toward her bathroom door. “I’m going to the bathroom. Please lock the door when you leave.”

How the hell did everything go so wrong so fast? I get dressed fast, grab the pizza, and lock up her house. My whole drive back to the ranch I try to think about how to fix this and if I’ll even be able to fix it.