Opposites Do Attract
T W Shirley
Opposites Do Attract
by T.W. Shirley
CHAPTER ONE
It was a Friday afternoon in early September, and Josh Kretschmer was sitting at his desk working on a robot for one of his classes. This one had been giving him problems because the gearing wasn’t correct, and being tired of pissing with it, he was rebuilding it with gears that were being 3-D printed. Josh was a third-year engineering student at Purdue University and a pretty good robotic engineer. He would graduate in the spring because he managed to test out of almost all of his freshmen classes. Josh had his own business off-campus to design and build robots. Standing 6’3” and weighing 220 pounds, Josh had broad shoulders and a narrow waist with excellent muscle tone across his whole body. He had ocean blue eyes, long curly golden blond hair, a tightly trimmed mustache, beard, and a deep farmer’s tan. His family didn’t live on a farm when he was younger but in a very nice subdivision. Then his parents inherited a farm from his grandparents, and his older sister had begged them not to sell it because she loved working on it. Josh became a farm kid since he would always help his older sister on the farm, and he enjoyed it since farm work kept him in shape. His parents had made it a condition of “selling” the farm to his sister that half the farm would be his. In short, Josh was everything to make most female hearts do flip flops, but he wasn’t interested for the most part. Sure, he had been on multiple dates in high school, but they were too immature for his taste. When Josh told his dad this after his first date, his parents laughed and said the girls all would say the same thing about the guys. He did have one very serious girlfriend, but her family relocated, which brought that relationship to an end.
As Josh took the latest gear out of the printer, his roommate burst into the room. Benjamin White, Ben, was a 6’9”, 300-pound black man with a crew cut and clean-shaven. Ben and Josh had known each other for many years after they met at a regional robotic competition when they were in middle school, and now, they rented a small house just off-campus. This way, neither of them would have to move after each year. Ben was also Josh’s business partner and owned half of the robotic business.
“Damn it, Ben! How many times do I have to tell you to knock first!?!?”
“Excuuuse me, Mr. Poster Boy Nazi, but there is a hot party tonight at Bloomington.”
Ben had called Josh a Nazi ever since they first met because of Josh’s physical appearance and his last name, but it was all in fun, and they both knew that for neither of them had a racist bone in their body and would gladly give the other the shirt off their own back. Ben always knew that he crossed the line when Josh broke down and called him a “nigger”.
“Why do I care if there’s a party at Bloomington? I mean, there are always parties down there. It seems that’s about all they’re good for.”
Ben started chuckling, and after a minute, so did Josh. Bloomington is where Indiana University is at, and neither Josh nor Ben, for that matter, were a fan of the school or its politics. They were engineers through and through. Not only that but both of them were reasonably conservative while liberals populated Bloomington. The best way to describe Ben and Josh’s political views was “little c” conservatives. Neither had a problem with pot or homosexuals. Josh wasn’t religious while Ben was. Both of them supported gun rights. Neither of them liked the government sticking their fingers into things, especially business; they had lost a lot of money to stupid government rules. Neither had a problem with the laws that made sense, but some only existed so that some bureaucrat’s friend could line their pocket.
“Ya well, my girlfriend has this weekend free.”
“Again, why do I care?” Josh was beginning to see where this was going.
“A few reasons: one, I can’t drive my car until it’s out of the shop, two, you need to get out and live a little, and three, you owe me a favor.”
Josh owed Ben a favor for Ben helping Josh fend off some very annoying sorority girls that were making Josh’s life hell a couple of weeks before, and Ben’s car was in the shop because he thought it might be fun to take on a deer at 60 MPH.
“Fuck! Seriously?” Ben smiled at him. “Fine.” Josh huffed. “When do we need to leave?”
“About ten minutes ago.”
“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!!!”
“Yep. So, get a quick shower, and let’s go!”
“Bastard,” Josh said as he levered himself out of his chair. His muscles had stiffened because he had been working all day. “Give me five minutes, but you have to find your way back.”
“Fine with me! Now hurry the fuck up, and who knows, with all the cheap booze flowing, maybe even someone as ugly as you will get lucky.”
Josh gave him the single-finger salute as he left to get a shower. Five minutes later, Josh and Ben were on their way down to Bloomington. Another reason for Ben wanting Josh to drive was that Josh knew all the shortcuts, so they got to the party just as it was starting. Ben immediately found his girlfriend and disappeared while Josh wandered around and randomly talked with people. Despite him not wanting to go, he did have a decent time, for he got to partake in a couple of his favorite things. One was embarrassing the shit out of dumb jocks. Josh was much more robust and more intelligent than he looked and knew how to fight. The other thing was people watching because people fascinated him. It always amazed him how groups of people shared so many characteristics with herd animals.
Finally, it was almost 10 PM, and he was getting tired. He hadn’t had much to drink, so he was good to drive back. He hadn’t had much to drink because the alcohol at the party was terrible, and Josh had a pretty refined taste when it came to liquor. He preferred bourbon, Irish Whiskey, and high-end Tequila, although he occasionally drank beer. Not finding Ben, Josh sent him a text telling him that he was leaving. As Josh was walking out, he noticed that it was raining hard.
“Well fuck a duck!!”
Josh was running to his truck when he heard a scream from an alley. He paused just long enough to see two thugs over a body. Hearing the scream again, he could tell that it was female and coming from the body on the ground. That was all he needed to know because he never went anywhere unarmed.
He pulled a boot knife and went into the alley. Entering, he saw one of the thugs cut the lady’s clothes. At least both of them had their backs turned. Josh came up, put his hand over the mouth of the one that wasn’t standing over the woman, and in one smooth motion, slit his throat. Josh knew how to use a knife, and the cut was deep enough to cut the carotid, jugular, and windpipe. The thug was dead before he hit the ground. The other thug had seen his friend get killed out of the corner of his eye but wasn’t fast enough. Josh drove his knife into the man’s back and twisted while holding him in position until the thug died while not getting any blood on himself.
The woman was in serious trouble since she was at best semi-conscious and had a deep cut on her left shoulder that was bleeding severely. Josh picked her up and carried her to his truck, where he put her on his rear seat and administered first aid to keep her from bleeding to death. Josh noticed in passing that she was beautiful, but, at the moment, he didn’t care about that since she needed to get to a hospital before she bled out. When he had her bandaged, he wrapped her in an old blanket to keep her warm and preserve what little modesty the lady had left. Fortunately, the hospital was close by, so he had her there in just a couple of minutes.
Pulling up to the ER doors, Josh jumped out of his truck, stuck his head in the door, and yelled for a stretcher. He then ran back to his vehicle, carefully picked the young woman up, and met a nurse at the door. Josh carried her inside, where he was met by a stretcher that took the young woman back to the ER. Turning to the nurse, Josh said:
“Can you come out here for a second? I have that lady’s purse in my truck, and I want to ensure she gets it.”
The nurse followed him to the entrance, where Josh went out to his truck, got the lady’s purse, and turned it over to the nurse. Then without saying another word, he got back in his truck and left while ignoring the nurse commanding him to stay. Josh had been careful not to leave any prints for the police to find or look at any cameras. He stopped at a bridge over a river and dumped his boot knife on the way back home. It was one of his everyday ones, so Josh didn’t care about it. The last thing he wanted was some piece of hard evidence linking him to the murder. Getting back to his place at about 1 AM, Josh showered and passed out. He would clean his truck whenever he got up but doubted there was much of the lady’s blood on his seat, and even if there was, he knew how to clean it so that it was undetectable.
CHAPTER TWO
Rebecca Murrey, Becky, was in a rush. She was a freshman at Indiana University and glad to be there. Originally from San Francisco, she had chosen IU because she couldn’t get into any decent university in California for her chosen profession; she wanted to be a doctor, and IU had an excellent medical program. Her grandmother also lived nearby, so Becky was able to see her once in a while. She rushed because she and her roommate were going to a sorority party, and they were running late. At least they didn’t have far to go. Becky stood at 5’11”, with no slouch, long straight orange-red hair down to her ass, bright green eyes, a firm ass from playing sports, and snow-white skin with just a few freckles across her nose. She hoped to find a girlfriend but never had much luck back home. It was always something from being too white to not having big enough boobs, being too bright, and being too tall. Her breasts were barely B-cups. She was hoping for a fresh start being in college. To occupy her time back home and with her mom’s encouragement, she had turned to political activism, which had seen her take part in several rallies for various causes.
An hour later, she was depressed because no one was paying any attention to her even though she had a couple of drinks in her and was trying to be a delight. She had gotten a couple of offers from jocks, but they were no interest to her. She wanted a relationship with a woman, not a one-night stand with a dumb boy. Leaving half an hour later, she was discouraged that everyone was hooking up but her. Even wearing her pride clothes, she still struck out. Walking home, she was quickly soaked when the heavens opened up. ‘Why does everyone hate me,’ she thought, walking back to her dorm. She was too depressed to run and needed time to think.
Suddenly a large hand went over her mouth and pulled her into an alley as she passed. She tried to fight, but the man showed her a large knife, and she quickly shut up. There were two thugs, it turned out, and once they had her far enough in, they threw her to the ground, where she cut her shoulder. ‘So, this is how it ends for me? Murdered by a couple of chauvinist pigs.’ She calmly thought in a part of her brain that refused to panic.
“Please,” she begged with tears running down her face, “just let me go, and nobody had to find out about this…please? I’m bleeding and need medical attention.”
“Bitch, you ain’t going to live long enough to need to worry about it cause the last thing you going to feel is my giant cock buried in your cunt,” one of them chuckled. With this, she screamed, but they just laughed. “Cunt, nobody’s going to hear you with this rain, so you can scream as much as you want. We like it when the prey screams!”
Becky screamed again, and the bigger of the thugs reached down and cut her shirt open while chuckling. By this time, she was having problems trying to stay awake as she felt her life draining out of her back. Suddenly, one of the thugs vanished. This confused her, but he probably moved to get a better view. What happened next confused her even more. The big guy’s head was pulled back by something, and she heard him grunt before he fell backward. Now, a new guy came into view, and this one was kind of cute for a guy. Becky felt herself being picked up but was so weak she couldn’t fight back. Then she realized this guy was helping her. She observed that she was put into a large truck, and the man put a dressing on her shoulder. She tried to roll over, but the man told her:
“Lay still, please. You got one hell of a cut on your shoulder, and I’m putting a dressing on it before taking you to the hospital. Make sure you get a tetanus shot since it looks like you landed on something rusty. I would hate for you to die from it.”
“What’s your name?” she barely managed to ask, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he shushed her.
Becky was so out of it that she couldn’t even ask a follow-up question. She remembered parts of the ride; then, he picked her up again and carried her into the hospital, where she passed out.
The next thing she remembered was waking up in a recovery room with a numb shoulder. She looked around and saw that she was on a couple of IVs. Her roommate was sitting in a chair nearby and was thrilled that Becky was awake. Finally, the doctor that came in told her:
“If the guy who brought you in hadn’t put that dressing on her shoulder and done an outstanding job, you would have bled to death.”
This one sentence turned her world upside-down. Becky had never been helped by a male before, and this was as close as she had ever come to dying. Dying was something that she didn’t want to do because she enjoyed life. Her next visitor was a police detective who told her that one of her shoes had been found at a crime scene where two men had been killed with a knife. They knew it was her shoe because it had a chip in it that was linked to her phone for exercising. Becky then told the detective what she remembered from the experience. The detective then showed her pictures of the dead men causing her to scream instinctively. Then they showed her an image from the hospital security footage of the man who brought her in. Unfortunately, security couldn’t get a shot of the man’s face and couldn’t get an image of the guy’s license plate because it was raining so hard. It didn’t take the detectives long to connect the dots for the dead men. When they ran the two men’s DNA, it came back tied to several unsolved rapes and murders in the area starting five years before.
As Becky lay there, she thought back to the party. She felt the guy looked a bit familiar, but if she could identify the guy, she wouldn’t tell the cops. If anything, she would buy the guy a gift basket for saving her life, and the funny thing was she didn’t even like guys. Her mom had preached against straight males her entire life, and every experience she had so far confirmed what her mom had told her:
“Males are nothing but trouble and only good for knocking you up. If you want to be truly happy, you need to find yourself a nice girl to settle down with.”
Becky was in the hospital for a couple of days, and by the time she got out, she was sure she had seen the guy who saved her at the party. The entire time, she had been studying copies of the security pictures. When she slept, she would get flashbacks of the attack and rescue. With each flashback, her rescuer's face became more apparent.
When Becky got back to her dorm, she sat down with her roommate, an artist, to sketch the guy so she could show it around to see if anyone knew him. Becky had her drawing after a couple of hours, and while numerous girls recognized him, none knew his name. They did say he was friendly, charming, fascinating to talk to, and well built.
The day after Becky got released, it was time for her weekly video call with Jane, her mother. Becky explained everything that happened to her, including the fact that the bastards that had attacked her were now dead; they couldn’t attack anyone ever again. Jane was furious, to put it mildly. One: two goons had attacked her daughter, and two, Becky seemed to have some feelings for the guy who saved her. It took Becky almost half an hour to calm Jane down so that they could finish the call on a good note, and she promised to talk with her grandma.
Becky’s grandma was a feminist activist back in the day and was still active on several subjects, but didn’t have the same male-hating views as Jane, though. She was old enough to know the person’s personality, not gender, made someone good or bad. Grandma’s advice to Becky was:
“Find this guy, and thank him. Since he saved your life, the least you could do is buy him dinner. Who knows, maybe something good will come of all this.”
To that end, grandma gave Becky a hundred dollars for dinner. In return, all grandma wanted was some pictures of the man who saved her only granddaughter.
After almost a month, Becky was ready to give up. Finally, she got a result from a direction she wasn’t expecting. One of the seniors who happened to be in the sorority that hosted the party came up to Becky one day after her English class and asked about the sketch Becky had been showing around.
“I’m curious. Why do you think you might know him? Everyone that remembers the guy doesn’t know him.”
“Humor me, please. I’ve been here for years, so I know a lot of guys. Also, since we hosted the party and have a lot of photos, we can look at them for comparisons.”
Becky handed the lady the sketch and could have sworn the lady’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Do you know him?”
“Yes, I do. However, if you want me to identify him, it will cost you.”
“As long as the price isn’t too high, I’ll pay it.” They shook on it.
“I’ve known this man for several years, and he’s my boyfriend’s roommate and business partner. His name is Josh Kretschmer, and he is probably one of the nicest, most trustworthy men that I have ever met and, at the same time, the smartest. Hell, even my boyfriend Ben says that, and he has one hell of an ego. So, now I have to ask: why do you want to find him?”
Becky told the story of what happened to her and why she wanted to find him. She had gotten news from the police department that they were at a dead end on who saved her and wanted to warn Josh to stay out of Bloomington for a while because the last thing she wanted was for him to get arrested.
“Well, girl, you’re in luck because I know Ben doesn’t have a class right now, so we should be able to get ahold of him, and maybe we can set something up for you. That’s the price; you have to go on a date with him.”
Becky tried to tell the woman that she was a lesbian and therefore not interested in men but to no avail. The woman called Ben and then handed the phone to Becky. Becky told him what had happened to her and that she was sure Josh had saved her. When she was done describing Josh, Ben confirmed that sounded a lot like him. He also confirmed that Josh always carried at least a knife with him and was lethal with it. Ben also told her that if she wanted to get to know Josh, she should be at their house no later than 3 PM on Thursday because Josh would be spending the weekend at his home, and Ben was sure Josh would let Becky tag along. Ben’s girlfriend said she would drive Becky up to Purdue since she was going up there for the weekend anyway.
Becky would have to miss a class, but that was fine since she didn’t need to show up for that class anyway. For some reason, this guy was catching her attention, but she didn’t know why. Maybe it was just that she was being forced into meeting him or that everyone spoke so well of him. She did make sure that before she left, her roommate knew where Becky was going and went so far as to put a spy app on her phone so her roommate could keep track of her. Things were moving so fast that Becky couldn’t keep up. She started just wanting to thank the man who saved her and warn him about the police, but now she had a surprise date thrust on her, and she wasn’t allowed to back out.
CHAPTER THREE
Becky had never been so nervous before as she walked up to Josh’s door that Thursday afternoon. Ben had texted and confirmed that Josh was leaving that afternoon and didn’t know Becky was coming up. Becky took a deep breath and knocked on the door with some encouragement from Ben’s girlfriend, Cynthia. Ben answered:
“Wow, so you’re Becky?”
“Yes, sir,” Ben laughed at this.
“Hey, don’t call me sir; I work for a living. The guy you want to see is in here. Come on. I’ll introduce you.”
Becky stepped in and set her bag down on the couch. She was interested in all the robots and books lying around the living room, and Ben saw her looking at the books.
“Yep, both of us are serious bookworms. Now come on, girl.”
They walked down a hallway and stopped in front of a closed door. Ben knocked.
“Since when the fuck do you bother knocking!?!?”
Ben smirked.
“Since there is someone here to see you. So, get your skinny, white ass out here.”
“Keep that shit up, Ben, and I’ll turn my sister loose on your ass.” Ben instantly had a look of pain on his face as he covered his junk.
“Seriously, that was one time.”
“And she hasn’t cared for you since.”
At this, Josh opened the door and stopped to look at Becky.
“So, how’s the shoulder?”
Becky was stunned. Josh’s eyes were the most beautiful blue she had ever seen, and his shaggy head of curly blond hair made him look more like a beach bum than an engineer. Fortunately, she was able to recover quickly.
“It’s doing good. The doctor said that I would have bled to death if you hadn’t put a dressing on it. Thank you so much.” Josh just shrugged. “Also, the cops are still looking for you, so you should probably stay out of Bloomington for a while.”
“I have no real reason to go down to Bloomington any time soon. I’m actually getting ready to go home for the weekend.”
“Ya, about that. I was wondering if I could come with you? Please?” Becky asked with puppy dog eyes.
“Why?”
“Because I would like to get to know you better. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
Josh looked straight into her eyes for a couple of seconds, and everyone held their breath. Cynthia and Ben knew what was going through Josh’s mind and wisely kept their mouths shut. Josh was seeing if the woman would flinch. She didn’t.
“Sure, why not? I hope you have other clothes than just those.”
“My bag is in the living room.”
“That’s not what I meant. Do you have work clothes? I live on a farm, and if you want to visit, you are expected to help out some or at least make an effort to help. On the plus side, being a girl, you won’t have the same problem that Ben had the only time he visited.”
“What happened?” Josh looked at Ben with a smirk inviting him to tell the story.
“I got a little carried away with his older sister at a New Year party, and she kicked me so hard I had to wait three days for the ball to drop.” Cynthia laughed so hard that she had problems breathing as she clutched her sides. “Hey, it wasn’t funny. That fucking hurt!”
“I told you to be careful with her, but you wouldn’t listen. You were so sure that you knew all about women, but you didn’t know shit about farmgirls.”
“I do now. It’s called stay the hell away from them.” At this, Josh chuckled, and Becky grinned a bit. ‘Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all,’ she thought.
“So, Becky, do you have work clothes with you?”
“No, sorry, but I’m a city girl; born and raised in San Francisco.”
“What the fuck are you doing in Indiana?”
“I couldn’t get into a decent med school in California, so IU was my next choice. Plus, my grandma lives southeast of Bloomington, and it’s nice to be able to see her.”
“And that would be that “marvelous affricative action” for you,” injected Ben quietly, causing Cynthia to smile.
Affricative action might have been officially banned in the state, but Ben and Cynthia knew it was still alive and well due to essays that are very subjective. Both of them hated that some people thought because someone had darker skin, they needed extra help. It was like because they had darker skin, they were incapable of succeeding by themselves.
“Well, we should probably get going, and we’ll just stop at a farm store on the way home to find you something for the weekend.”
With this, Josh stepped out of his room and tucked his Sig P365 into its holster.
“You have a gun?” asked Becky, now frightened. “Why would you or anyone need one of those?”
“This is Indiana, sweetheart. I bet three-quarters of the people in the state have a gun or two. I’ve got a few, but my sister is a gun nut and likes to build her guns.” Ben then chimed in:
“I have two,” and pulled two handguns from their concealed holsters.
Cynthia spoke up as well:
“And, I got one that sits in a holster between the girls.”
“See, three-quarters of the people have guns,” Josh chirped while Ben and Cynthia gave shark-like grins. Becky wasn’t sure what she was getting into.
Cynthia then added:
“Ben and I now carry because of an incident a couple of years ago. Ben and I would have been killed if Josh hadn’t been there with a gun.”
Josh came out and closed his door.
“Well can you two kids manage not to destroy the house this weekend?” he asked while looking at Ben and Cynthia.
“We make no promises,” they said together, causing Josh to smile, chuckle, and shake his head.
Becky felt her heart rate increase a little because now she could see how handsome Josh was, and his warm smile made her weak-kneed as he squeezed past her to the kitchen to grab a drink for the drive. Becky was ready to go when he came back out, and she followed him out to his truck.
“Wow, this is the first time I’ve ever ridden in a truck. Well, that I can experience, I mean.” Josh gave her one of his warm smiles.
“I’ve had this one for five years, and she runs like a dream. Hop in.”
When Josh touched her arm, Becky felt a surge of electricity flood through her. Josh opened the door for her and held his hand out so she could use it to climb in. He then took her bag and put it on the back seat. Becky was taken back by his old-fashioned manors and her reaction to his touch, but she wasn’t going to complain. She had pretty much invited herself even if she had been blackmailed into it by Cynthia. When he started it, Becky asked:
“Why does it sound like that?”
“It’s a diesel. Diesel gets much better fuel mileage, and I use it for pulling on the farm and for hauling stuff around down here.”
“Oh.”
“Just let me text my sister and let her know that I’m on the way and I’m being a friend.”
“Your sister?”
“Yep. We own the farm. That was the condition for Mom and Dad to “sell” it to her. I don’t mind because I love living on a farm. It’s so much better than living in suburbia or, worse, the inner city.”
Becky tried to get to know Josh more as they traveled, but he was pretty quiet, giving only short answers to her questions. She learned they were about as opposite as possible, although they did agree on a few things. Becky was as liberal as could be, while he was a moderate conservative for the most part. Becky was even a card-carrying socialist and attended rallies as often as she could, while Josh was a business owner. Even as opposite as they were and as distant as Josh was, Becky could feel herself being drawn to him like a moth to light. She couldn’t understand why either since he was far from her dream date. First, Josh was a guy; second, he was white; third, he lived on a farm; and fourth, he was a business owner. All this was the exact opposite of who she thought she was looking for. The biggest question in Becky’s mind quickly became: ‘is Josh attracted to me?’
Josh was wary as hell, and alarm bells were going off in his head. His biggest questions were: ‘Why is she coming on so strong? What does she want; a meal ticket or is she more mature than that? Maybe, she thinks that she can secretly film the farm and inject scenes of animal abuse?’ He hoped that she was interested in him personally because she was hot as hell, and Josh could tell already that she was brilliant and willing to use her intelligence. This combination was exactly what Josh was looking for in a date, but time would tell.
Home for Josh was in the Northeast corner of the state, so the drive was about three hours long. On the way, Josh stopped to get Becky some clothes for the weekend. He brought her a pair of cowgirl boots, a couple of pairs of pants, two shirts, and a sweatshirt. According to the weather forecast, a cold front was coming in, and Josh figured Becky would appreciate warmer clothes. He was sure his sister’s shorts would fit Becky; they appeared to have about the same size waist. Friday was forecasted to be a scorcher by October standards.
“You don’t have to do this, Josh.”
“Would you just not argue. This stuff isn’t costing me much, and I’m finding that I kind of like you.”
“Just kind of like?”
“Don’t push it,” he growled.
With this, Becky clammed up, and they resumed their journey. Something in Josh’s voice told her he was serious. Traveling, Becky was amazed by all the farms, and she liked going through Amish country. Josh didn’t react because he was used to it all. Finally, Josh pulled off the highway and tore down the backroads. He could make this part of the journey in his sleep, and he sometimes did. Becky was nervous as Josh sped down some of the dirt roads but looking at Josh, she relaxed because he was completely relaxed. After traveling backroads for about fifteen minutes, Josh slowed and pulled into a farm.
Becky was speechless; the farm was beautiful. There were a large number of flowering plants and shade trees surrounding the house. The house itself was brick with a copper roof, and the barns behind it were red with white trim and roofs. Becky could also see a pond and a garden behind the house. Josh pulled right into the garage and, parking his truck, noticed his sister’s truck in the other bay, so he knew she was home.
“Come on, Becky. Let’s get your stuff inside; then we can find my sister. By the way, her name is Gretchen.”
Becky grabbed her bag while Josh grabbed her new clothes, and they went into the house. Becky found the inside as beautiful as the outside, with a modern kitchen and granite countertops. Every room she could see had rich, hardwood floors, with many of the larger trim pieces being reclaimed lumber. The living room centerpieces were the sizeable tropical aquarium against one wall and the grand piano near the opposite wall. What surprised her the most was that there wasn’t a single TV while numerous books were in a small library. The library also had several animals mounted on the walls, which bugged Becky, but she held her tongue since she was a guest and a long way from her dorm. Josh showed her to the guest room, and she was thrilled to see a very comfortable queen-sized bed. After putting her stuff on the bed, they went to find Gretchen.
Walking out of the house, Josh saw a door on one of the barns open, so he headed there first. He could hear a welder working as he was going through the door. Turning to Becky:
“It sounds like Gretchen is welding something. Now, if she is welding when we get in there, do not look directly at the light source because it can burn your eyeballs.”
“Oh, ok,” said Becky nervously.
“Don’t worry, Becky. Now come on.”
They finally got into the barn, and Becky could see someone bent over a big piece of metal.
“GRETCHEN,” Josh shouted.
Gretchen turned, lifted her welding helmet, and Becky was stunned at how beautiful she was with the same golden blonde hair that Josh had, but hers had been bleached by the sun, and it was in a single braid going down to between her shoulders. She had a golden tan that made her blue eyes stand out more. Becky estimated that Gretchen stood about 5’9” or so and weighed maybe a buck fifty or so. Gretchen was a curvy lady, but from what Becky could see, the only fat on her was in her breasts which were C-cup, and it was apparent that she wasn’t wearing a bra because Becky could see them giggle as Gretchen moved. As Gretchen walked up, Becky was mesmerized by her deep blue eyes.
“Hey, Josh. Who’s this?” Josh waved Becky forward.
“Becky, this is my older sister, Gretchen. Gretchen, this is Rebecca, Becky.” Gretchen and Becky shook hands.
“That the new tractor frame?” asked Josh, nodding toward the piece of steel that Gretchen had been working on.
“Yep. I should be able to finish next week, and before you ask, it’s going together like a dream.”
“New tractor?” Becky asked.
“Yep, we build some of our tractors. That way, we can control the programming and the design. Hey, I’m an excellent engineer and can do the programming better than the big guys' can. I design them, and Gretchen does most of the building, although I help when I have time. We save thousands of dollars by building our tractors. When we make a new tractor, we sell an older one, and usually, we get more out of it than we put into it. Our tractors are very popular with the other farmers in the area.”
“Wow. Cool.”
“Hey Gretchen, what did you make for supper?”
“Venison.”
“Get one this morning?”
“Yep, a big doe and the meats in the fridge. I was waiting for you to get home to start it.”
“You mean you were waiting for me to get home so I could cook it,”
Gretchen smiled. “Same difference. Now go so Becky and I can talk.” Josh swallowed hard and went to start dinner. As he walked away, he mumbled: “Shit, I’m fucked!”
After he was out the door, Gretchen gave Becky a calculating look before starting:
“You know that I’m a lot warmer than people make me out to be. It’s just that I don’t take shit from anyone. Plus, while I have dated women before, I would rather have a man.”
“I …”
“Stop, just stop. I saw the look on your face when you first saw me, and I know you find me attractive. Since you came with Josh, I’m assuming that you met him at his place in West Lafayette, which means you talked with Ben. So, what’s your story anyway? You must be extraordinary because you’re the first girl Josh has brought home in a long time.”
Becky told Gretchen the story of living in California before moving to Indiana to attend IU. She told Gretchen of Josh saving her in the alley, how he had helped her, and how the cops couldn’t figure out he killed those bastards. She also told how she found Josh and why she searched so hard for him. During Becky’s story, Gretchen never said a word or even moved a muscle. When Becky finished, Gretchen asked:
“So, where do you want to go from here? Do you want to try and date Josh, or do you want to say thank you in a special way?”
Becky turned crimson when Gretchen called her out so fast.
“To tell you the truth, I’m not sure yet. I’m leaning toward trying to date him if he would have me. I’ve never dated a guy before; my mom hates males, and that view was pounded into me at a young age.”
“Good answer, because if you said that you just wanted to say thanks, I would have told you to take a hike. Josh doesn’t do one-night stands, and neither do I. I’ve had guys and gals pretend to be interested in me, but they were only into one-night stands, and it broke my heart. That was followed by Josh breaking them. He is much stronger and smarter than he looks and is very protective of his loved ones. I’ve lost count of how many fights he’s gotten into because of me. So, naturally, I’m a bit protective of him, and if you break his heart, I’ll break you, and you’ll regret looking for Josh for the rest of your life.”
Becky took a step back, “Why are you two that protective of each other?”
“Because we’re family, and families look out for one another because all you truly ever have is family. Friends, money, fame; they come and go, but family is forever.”
Before Becky could say anything else, Josh called the ladies in for dinner. He had made venison steaks with a baked potato and mushroom gravy with a salad on the side. He had a beer and two glasses of wine on the table for drinks. Her mouth started watering when Becky walked in; the smell was divine. Even though she had been raised vegan, she would eat Josh’s cooking. One, it smelled delicious and looked better; two, she hadn’t told him that she was vegan and didn’t want to be rude. Three, she was curious because she had never had meat growing up. Just as she thought, Josh’s cooking was to die for, and she gave up being a vegan right there because of it. She was stunned at how comfortable Josh and Gretchen were with each other, and several times she blushed because of their conversation. It seemed like nothing was off-limits as they talked about Gretchen’s love life. They didn’t bother talking about Josh’s because he didn’t have one. What surprised her was how fast she got full from the dinner; she never remembered feeling so satisfied after eating at home. Seeing the look on Becky’s face, Josh said:
“Yep, eating meat will do that to you when you've never had it.”
“How did you know?”
“I guessed within ten minutes of meeting you today, and your look confirms that you were raised vegan, but it wasn’t your choice. Remember, there’s nothing wrong with eating meat as long as you don’t overdo it. Children need to eat meat and eggs since they need protein, and some minerals are only found in those products. Again, within limits. Plus, they don’t need the extra fiber that plants have.”
“I must say that I’m surprised that I like this so much because before I came here, the smell of meat cooking would make me sick.”
“Why did you not say anything? I would have stopped and gotten you whatever you wanted to eat.”
“I don’t know. Maybe because I kind of sprang this on you so fast, I didn’t want to be a bigger burden than I already am. Now, I want to try all kinds of meats because I’m curious.”
“Well, I will tell you right now that there are some meats that you will love and some that you will hate. Just like with any other food.”
Becky giggled, and both Josh and Gretchen caught what she was laughing about right away. Gretchen about fell out of her chair, and Josh turned bright red. He couldn’t believe that he had walked right into the double meaning of meat. Since Gretchen didn’t cook, she did the dishes while Josh took Becky to show her the farm. Gretchen watched them out the kitchen window and smiled while watching Becky and Josh. ‘They do make a cute couple even if she’s lesbian. I hope Josh knows that about her, but maybe she doesn’t realize that she’s straighter than she thinks,’ Gretchen thought as she watched them walk to the barn.
On their way to the barn, Becky wrapped her hands around Josh’s arm and felt a thrill at how hard his muscles were and the amount of heat coming off Josh’s body. As they walked, Josh moved his arm, and at first, Becky was worried that she had gone too far, but then she felt his arm go around her shoulders and gently pulled her body toward his. Then she looked over and up into his eyes. This almost turned into a mistake because she was so busy looking into his eyes that she tripped and only Josh’s arm kept her from taking one hell of a tumble. All this with Josh left Becky feeling confused; she was horny as hell, and Josh was causing those feelings. Never before had anyone caused such feelings in her, which scared her as much as they excited her.
When they finally walked into the barn, Becky suddenly felt very small; she had never been near farm equipment and was humbled at their size. Josh saw the look on Becky’s face and chuckled to himself as he went over and pushed the opener for the main door.
“Come on, Becky, I’ll take you for a ride, and when we get back, I’ll show you the animals.”
Her eyes were as big as saucers as Josh led her to the largest tractor on the farm. It was a twelve-wheeled behemoth used to pull the planter or the grain buggy. Becky didn’t protest; she was still in awe of everything, and now, she was climbing into this beast. Josh climbed up and opened the tractor door for her. After showing her where to sit, he took the operator’s seat, where he flipped some switches and turned the key after waiting for a second. The tractor roared to life, and Becky let out a girlish squeal before she could stop herself. She was so embarrassed, but when she saw the smile on Josh’s face, that embarrassment disappeared, and Becky swore that her checks felt like they were burning off as she turned her head away.
A hand gently slid across her cheek and pulled her face back toward Josh. Josh’s face was only inches away from hers, and she was looking right into his eyes. Looking into his eyes, Becky froze and suddenly knew where the Medusa myth had come from; she couldn’t look away. Not thinking, she started to move forward, and Josh moved forward to meet her. Her heart rate rapidly accelerated, and she stomach was doing flips as their lips met. When their lips met, Becky could have sworn that she had been hit by lightning as the energy flowed through her entire body. Her hands moved up to where they were on Josh’s cheeks to hold him on her lips. While her hands were holding Josh, her jaw opened, and their tongues wrestled for space in their mouths.
Meanwhile, one of Josh’s hands was going along her jawline and only stopped when his fingers were buried in her hair. Finally, they broke their kiss with Josh lightly pulling on Becky’s lower lip with his teeth. Their cheeks flushed bright red, and their eyes dilated as Josh gave her the warmest smile and pulled her close. As she got comfortable, Josh revved the tractor up and put it in gear, causing Becky to squeal again. Becky wasn’t sure where these feelings were coming from but had never felt anything like them during any of her other dates. Even when she managed to get in bed with one of her dates, she never felt so alive. Meanwhile, her was thinking was shifting from: this can’t work out, to this mustn’t work out, before finally settling on maybe this can work out.
As Josh drove out of the barn, Becky was like a cat with a laser pointer. She was trying to look at everything at the same time. She could feel the raw power of the tractor in her seat and the heat radiating from Josh’s body. It seemed like she could see for miles from the cab, and as they went down the road, she looked in awe at how small passing cars looked. Josh drove them around for about half an hour before he pulled off into an empty field and put the tractor in park before turning to Becky:
“You want to drive?”
“I… I…. I’ve never driven anything like this before,” Becky replied with fear in her voice.
“Good, you won’t have any bad habits to get rid of; now, hop on over.”
Becky and Josh traded places, and he gave her the basics of how to drive a tractor. He had pulled into a field on purpose, so Becky wouldn’t have to worry about hitting anything. Becky was so nervous when she put the tractor in gear that she almost peed herself. Releasing the brake, Becky squealed as the tractor jumped forward and felt the raw power under her control. After diving around the field for ten minutes, she discovered that she loved driving the tractor. Josh jumped out and took pictures of her up in the cab. He would let Becky go through them later and send her the ones she wanted. He climbed up in the cab and asked her if she wanted to drive back.
“But…but…but”
“But…what?”
“But what about the cops? Don’t you need a special license?”
“I know all the cops around here. I’m a bit surprised we haven’t been stopped so they can say hi. Also, there’s no special license for tractor driving.”
“You sure I’m ready?”
“Come on. Round here, kids start driving as soon as they can reach the pedals.”
“Well, ok,” Becky said nervously.
Becky drove the tractor back to the farm but took it slow. They made it back without problems, and under Josh’s instructions, she backed the tractor into the barn and shut the engine off. Once she had it shut down, she launched herself into Josh’s arms, laughing and giggling. Her laugh was like crack to Josh, and he just loved that laugh and her smile. Again, their lips met, and the electricity flowed through their bodies.
“See, I told you that you would do good, Becky,” Josh told her as they broke their embrace.
Their next stop was to see the animals Josh and Gretchen raised. Here again, Becky wasn’t too surprised to see that robots took care of the animals. Becky had been to numerous animal rights rallies and had seen the conditions in factory farms. The animals here looked to be taken care of well. She couldn’t see any animal in distress or any with bad skin or feathers. Even though there were almost two thousand head of cattle and ten thousand chickens on the farm, Becky couldn’t smell them. Seeing her confusion, Josh explained:
“The air in the barns is recirculated after it goes through filters. The methane and sulfur compounds are fed to bacteria used for fertilizer. All the manure is first sent to a bioreactor to make the methane gas used to make enough electricity to run the whole farm, and we have enough left over to sell to the grid. After the manure goes through the reactor, we use it to grow mushrooms, removing excess nitrogen. After that, it’s on the fields where it continues to fertilize without worrying about run-off because, by that time, it’s rich black dirt, and we never till the ground. The ground cover grows up through the new dirt and anchors it in place. We have been looking into greenhouses to grow fresh fruits and veggies year-round. That might be a project for next year. We probably will use the heat from the generator exhaust gases to heat the greenhouses. We might even vent the exhaust directly into the greenhouses so that the plants can scrub some of the CO2. The animals on this farm are mostly born here and will stay here until they are ready for market, although we have some robots designed to do some butchering. We have more animals here than we can butcher efficiently. And before you ask, nothing from the animals is wasted. What isn’t sold is converted to organic fertilizer.”
Becky was in awe of the farm and its environment, even though it was a small factory farm. Chemicals were only used when there was no alternative, and antibiotics were administered to only sick animals until they got healthy. The whole farm was designed to work with nature, not against her. Josh had explained that neither he nor Gretchen believed there was such a thing as waste. “Waste” was just another resource that didn’t have a use yet. Eventually, they strolled back to the house, laughing and giggling as they bumped into each other. When they got into the house, there was classical music playing, and Becky flinched:
“Don’t like classical music?”
“Fuck no. I hate it.”
“Then we’ll have a problem because Gretchen and I love classical. It’s the only music that Gretchen listens to. Me, I listen to classical, folk, and country.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep, what do you like?”
“Pop. What is Gretchen doing anyway?”
“Probably her yoga.”
Sure, enough, they walked into the living room to find Gretchen doing yoga. To Becky’s surprise, Gretchen was naked, and she stared at Gretchen’s tan, muscular body, and perky tits. Her breasts sat high up on her chest and were topped by large pinkish-brown nipples. When Gretchen stood up, Becky got a full-frontal view seeing Gretchen’s neatly trimmed blonde bush. Becky’s pussy was getting wet just from looking at Gretchen’s long toned legs that never seemed to end, flared hips, and toned abs. She could imagine herself being wrapped in those legs. When she looked at Josh, he hadn’t even flinched. Seeing Becky look at him:
“What? Gretchen’s been doing naked yoga for years, and I’ve seen her naked thousands of times.”
Josh just kept walking, and as he walked by Gretchen, he slapped her ass, left a red handprint, laughed, and jumped to get out of range of Gretchen’s counterstrike, which barely missed. He knew better than to get caught by Gretchen’s counterstrikes because they hurt. Becky followed Josh, and as she passed Gretchen, she turned to check out Gretchen’s backside. She was happy to see Gretchen’s bottom was as good looking as her front side, with a lovely heart-shaped ass hardened by years of farm work. Becky followed Josh into his office and was blown away by the amount of technology in his home office. She watched as he turned on his computer and pictures of some of his robots came up on the screens. To say that Becky was stunned was an understatement, especially when she saw the image of a robot that she had seen in one of her pre-med classes.
“Did you design that?” Josh looked at the picture on the screen.
“That one was Ben’s idea, and I just helped review it. He does most of the medical and consumer robots while I focus on more industrial and agriculture. We will split the robots for the military once everything gets worked out.”
As Josh started doing some design work, Becky found herself being drawn into Josh’s work, and within half an hour, she was glued to his screens. Eventually, she even started offering some suggestions, and Josh incorporated a couple of them. After a couple of hours, Josh stopped working, explaining that he didn’t like working more than two hours at a time. Taking a break kept him from being burnt out, although he usually worked almost sixty to eighty hours a week when he didn’t have school. Before Josh stood up, he checked the weather forecast for the morning and saw that it would be a cool, calm morning, perfect for bow hunting. The question was, would Becky object to him going out. The only way to find out was to ask, so he asked:
“Becky, would you mind if I did some hunting in the morning?” Becky thought for a minute.
“At one time, I would have exploded; now, can I go out with you?”
“Seriously? You want to go hunting?”
“Yes, as long as I don’t have to kill anything. I would like to go out at least and experience it one time. If nothing else, I can understand what I’m protesting against next time. It shouldn’t surprise you because you have taught me more in the few hours we have been together than I’ve learned in the last five years.”
Josh chuckled hearing this.
“I’m honored. We should probably see Gretchen about some camo for you. GRETCHEN!” Josh hollered. “Need some help quick.”
“What?”
“Need to borrow some of your camo for Becky. She wants to try going out hunting with me in the morning.”
“Well, come on then,” Gretchen let Josh and Becky into her room.
Gretchen’s room was spartan but had an outdoor theme, with a couple of fish on the wall, and a deer mounted over her bed. When Gretchen opened her closet, there was a lot of camouflage clothing to pick from. Gretchen looked at Becky and said:
“Strip down to your underwear, please.”
Becky’s cheeks turned as red as her hair, and Josh snickered a bit.
“What are you nervous about? You’ve already seen me naked while I’m only asking you to strip to your underwear. Don’t worry about Josh because I'll beat him if he gets out of hand. Also, you don’t have anything we haven’t seen before. Look, to make sure that I get clothes that fit you, you need to get rid of your shirt and shorts.”
Becky started to take her shirt off slowly, but Gretchen lost her patients and moved to pull Becky’s shirt over her head, and before she could react, Gretchen pulled Becky’s shorts down. Becky was so embarrassed to be standing there in her white bra and plain boy short panties. Then she looked back at Josh and saw that his eyes were fully dilated while his jaw was slack. As soon as he saw Becky look at him, he looked away, and his cheeks turned crimson. She glanced down to see that Josh’s cock was causing a massive tent in his pants, and suddenly Becky felt much better about herself. She had found someone attracted to her without them pawing at her. As Becky waited for Gretchen to pull out some camo, she could almost feel Josh’s eyes tracing her body, which gave her goosebumps. Gretchen gave Becky some camo that she thought might fit. When Becky put the camo on, she heard a low whistle from Josh, and Becky’s cheeks flushed again. Gretchen looked at Josh and said:
“Down, boy! Down! Down! HEEL!”
Josh just whimpered, and Becky started laughing so hard that she had to sit down. Then she caught sight of herself in Gretchen’s mirror, and she stopped laughing. She did have to admit that she did look terrific in camo. The primarily green shirt caused her hair to light up and the green in her eyes to look like emeralds. When she put on the boots that Gretchen sat out and stood up, Josh had to excuse himself from the room because he was horny as hell and had almost made a mess in his pants. He had always been attracted to women in camo, and here was a Celtic camo goddess. After he ran out, the girls giggled.
“Well, Becky, I think you got him hooked, and as long as you don’t do anything stupid, you’ll have yourself one hell of a boyfriend.”
“You think so, Gretchen? I mean, that was the first time I’ve ever seen him looking at me.” Gretchen just sighed:
“Becky, my dear, I’m going to tell you something, and if you repeat this to anyone, I’m going to deny I said anything. That man had been checking you out from the second he laid eyes on you. You didn’t see it because he wasn’t looking at your body; he was checking your intelligence and sense of humor. It would help if you stopped thinking of boys and perverts. That MAN values intelligence and the ability to think for yourself, which you seem to do very well. If you had started spouting political B.S. from either side of the spectrum without even thinking or trying to learn about us, he wouldn’t have looked at your body. Hell, you could have given him the most erotic lap dance in the world, and he wouldn’t have even flinched. But, when you came here and took a genuine interest in what he does, you showed the real you, and that’s when he started checking out the wrapping.”
Once Gretchen finished, Becky had a couple of tears running down her face:
“You know, growing up, nobody was interested in me. Guys, gals, blacks, whites, browns; it didn’t matter because nobody would look at me as a person. It was always; you’re too white, or too tall, not big enough tits, too smart, too political, not political enough. I mean, my whole life, I’ve never been good enough for anyone, not even my mom. She hates men with a passion and pounded into my head at a very early age that all males are evil and could not be trusted, with white straight ones being the worst. For the most part, all of my experiences have reinforced this. Then I got attacked; Josh rescued me without any concern about who I was or what could happen to him. Then he disappeared before I could even thank him. After finally tracking him down, he didn’t even act surprised to see me. Do you know what his first words to me were? “How’s the shoulder?” Then he wasn’t even concerned with the police looking for him. When I saw you doing your yoga, I got wet. I mean, you’re fucking hot. But that feeling was nothing compared to when I caught Josh checking me out. He gave me the worst case of goosebumps I’ve ever had, and I’m still tingly.”
“You think I’m hot?” asked Gretchen.
“Ah ya! I wish I had your body!”
Now, Gretchen had a sad look in her eyes and tears streaming down her cheek.
“You know, this body is much more of a curse than a blessing. Everyone sees me, and they either want to sleep with me or are jealous of me. Josh is the only person, aside from our parents, that treats me like a person, and if he would show any interest in me, I would never let go of him. Unfortunately, he has some rigid lines he won’t cross, and I’m on the wrong side of one of them.”
“I’m sorry, Gretchen, I didn’t….” Gretchen cut Becky off with a deep kiss that took Becky’s breath away.
“Rebecca, you talk too much. If Josh weren’t interested in you, I would love to take you to bed with me and make love to you all night long. But Josh is interested in you, and I think he’s more attracted to you, far more than you realize and more than anyone else he has ever met. So, it wouldn’t be fair for me to try to steal you from him. Maybe you and I can get together in the future, but I want to give you and Josh a chance. Just know that if you ever need to talk about anything, my door is always open to you, and if you remind me tomorrow, I’ll give you my cell number.”
“Thank you, Gretchen.” Gretchen smiled and put a camo hat on Becky’s head.
“There, now you’re ready to go hunting. You also might want to think about bed because we get up early.”
As Becky was walking away, Gretchen swatted her ass and got Becky to yip as Gretchen smiled warmly at her. Becky went to the guest room and undressed, thinking about all that had happened that day: The ride up and how hard it was to get Josh to talk to her, him getting her some clothes that she could get dirty without even worrying about the price, her going for her first tractor ride and then actually driving a tractor, her giving up on being a vegan, how easily she and Josh worked together on something she didn’t have any clue about but Josh was only too happy to explain everything to her in a way that she could understand, Josh got visibly horny seeing her in camo, and finally the talk with Gretchen. They admitted they found the other one attractive, but Gretchen turned her down as gently as possible because she thought Becky had a good shot with Josh. As her mind went to Josh, her fingers went to her very wet pussy. She laid down on the bed and wondered how Josh’s fingers or tongue would feel. As she focused on him, she started rubbing her clit faster and faster until the biggest orgasm of her life caused her toes to curl. She could barely pull herself up to the pillows and pull a cover over her before dozing off, hoping Josh would wake her up in the morning; he never did say what time they would be getting up.
While the girls had been talking, Josh had been taking a cold shower. Becky just turned him on in ways that nobody had ever done before. Not even his beautiful ex, Janet, had inflamed his passion as Becky had. He had been depressed for a month after Janet left because he had been deeply in love with her. At least on the plus side with her, they were still good friends and would talk once a month. When they found themselves in the same city simultaneously, they would get together for coffee, and before she started dating her husband, they would hook up afterward. After five minutes in the shower, Josh’s boner still had not gone down, so he stroked it while thinking about Becky. It only took him a minute before his cock erupted with one of the biggest orgasms of his life. His cum flew out with enough energy to travel three feet and stick to the shower wall. After shooting his load, he was still rock hard, so he turned the water off and dried himself off. Before he laid down, he made sure that his alarm was set for 5 AM, threw a pair of shorts on, and climbed under the covers. There his hand found its way back to his hard cock. This time it took a couple of minutes of thinking about Becky for him to cum again. This one was just as good as the one in the shower. With this orgasm, his cock started to relax, and Josh drifted off to sleep, with his last thought being of Becky.
CHAPTER FOUR
Becky woke with a start from having the same damn nightmare again. In it, she was back in that damn alley, only this time Josh had been caught trying to stop her attackers and had been killed. She looked at the clock on the dresser and saw that it was only 1 AM. Her heart was pounding, her head was killing her, and she was covered in sweat. Swinging her feet over to putting them on the floor, she sat there for a minute with her face planted in her hands as she cried. This nightmare had been the worst yet because before, they had always been how the attack happened. The nightmare was now far more vivid as she saw and felt Josh die before being brutally raped and murdered.
Without thinking about it, her feet carried her out of her room and to Josh’s door. She knocked softly before entering and could see Josh lying there in the faint light given off by the clock on his desk. Walking up to his bed, she studied him for a second. She was going to climb into his bed, but he spoke to her before she could do anything:
“Can’t sleep, Becky?”
Becky almost jumped out of her skin when Josh spoke to her.
“No, I had another nightmare. This time you were killed.”
Josh sat up and looked at her. He seemed to be studying her; then, he pushed back the covers in front of him. Becky was thrilled because she had been hoping to curl up in his arms, and now she would be able to. She crawled into bed with him, not even thinking that she was dressed in only a t-shirt and a pair of panties. As she settled down in his strong arms, she felt his cock get hard and press against her ass crack. Josh tried his hardest to roll away, but Becky reached down and gripped his cock. Once he had stopped moving, she pulled it until it was where it had been. She was sure that Josh got the point and let go. That had been the first real cock that she had ever held, and even though Josh was wearing shorts, her pussy now had fluid running out of it. Becky’s pussy was on fire from wanting Josh inside her, but she hesitated. The last thing she wanted to do was to fuck things up between them.
Josh had always been a very light sleeper, so he heard someone knock on his door and open it. He opened one eye to see someone was entering his room and carefully reached for the Sig under his pillow. His eyesight was plenty good enough to see the silhouette approach his bed, where the person paused and looked to be debating something. Seeing it was Becky, he relaxed. When she told him about her nightmare, he sat up, and the solution was obvious even though he was only wearing a thin pair of shorts. When she laid down and curled up to him, he suddenly became acutely aware she only had a t-shirt and a pair of panties on when her ass rubbed against his cock. Her ass caused his cock to go full hard in a microsecond, and now he was frightened of offending her, so he shifted his hips, so his boner wasn’t touching her. Instead, he felt her hand reach around, grip his cock, and pull it back to where it was tucked in her ass crack. Josh then wrapped his arms around Becky and held her tightly. He could feel her body relax, and she was back to sleep in a minute, with Josh following moments later.
At 5 AM, Josh’s alarm went off, and Josh was up in seconds. Becky was much slower in moving, not being used to waking up so early, and not liking mornings anyway. As she woke up, she started watching Josh move around with interest. When he dropped his shorts, showing his muscular ass, Becky squeaked, and Josh turned around, showing Becky her first-ever live cock. Now she was wide awake, and her eyes were wide open. Josh had morning wood, and his seven-inch cock looked monstrous to her. Staring at it, she wondered how on earth she was supposed to get that thing inside her but was looking forward to figuring it out. Now she figured it was her turn and got out of bed. When Becky got out of bed, Josh’s eyes went wide; her nipples were hard and poking out of her shirt while her panties were soaked. Becky was thrilled to see that Josh was frozen in place with his mouth open. As she walked across the room toward her room, Josh’s eyes never left her, and Becky’s smokey gaze never left him.
She went back to her room to put her borrowed camo on without underwear. Looking in the mirror, she was still thrilled at how good she looked and was pulled out of her observations by the sound of Josh moving around. They came out of their rooms at about the same time, and Becky was speechless because Josh looked completely different; he was wearing a ghillie suit. But that didn’t stop her juices trickling out of her pussy. She wondered why she was adopting Josh and Gretchen’s lifestyle so quickly, but that was pushed out of her mind by the smell of breakfast. Gretchen was already up and had breakfast cooking. After a breakfast of bacon and fresh farm eggs, Becky followed Josh down to the safe room to get his bow. Entering this room was like entering another world for Becky because the room was packed with guns, ammo, and other weapons.
“Most of these are Gretchen’s, but the older ones are mine. I like to collect antique firearms,” Josh told her.
Josh got his bow ready, and they headed to the woods. They had almost half an hour to walk to get to the tree stand Josh wanted to use, so they needed to move quickly. Outside, Becky's amazement continued because she could see the stars. This was something living in the city she had never seen outside of pictures, and the amount of light illuminating the ground for Josh and Becky just blew her away. Even though her vision was only in black and white, she positively loved the view. As they got closer to the woods, Becky could make out the sounds of the animals moving around, and Josh explained that what she was hearing was most likely raccoons or opossums. However, they heard a new sound as they entered the woods, and Josh froze. He leaned over was whispered into Becky’s ear:
“That sound was a buck rubbing his antlers on a tree, so watch your step.”
Five minutes later, Josh had the perfect view of Becky’s ass as they were going up the ladder to one of Josh and Gretchen’s buddy stands. Well, he would have if it hadn’t been dark. Once he was up the tree, Josh fastened Becky’s and his safety harnesses to the tree, and they got comfortable. Now it was time to wait for it to get light. Slowly the woods started to wake up, and Becky was thrilled to experience it. It was amazing just how beautiful it was as the first rays of sunlight made their way through the trees, and she made sure to get plenty of pictures to Josh’s amusement. As it got light out, Josh started rattling his deer antlers. He explained it would attract other bucks in the area because it sounded like two bucks fighting. As the two of them watched the woods, Josh pointed out the animals as they became visible in the early morning light. Raccoons headed for their dens. Owls were finishing up their hunting while squirrels were fighting over nuts. Suddenly he froze and carefully bumped Becky with his elbow. When she looked at him, he gestured toward his right and the large buck coming in. Within seconds, Becky saw him too and started to shake a bit but didn’t know why. Josh, in the meantime, was icy calm. They watched as the buck came in and as his head went behind a nearby tree; Josh drew back on his bow. He had an almost perfect shot and took it. Becky’s eyes managed to track the bright fletching on Josh’s arrow until it hit the deer.
The buck jumped up in the air and took off, but Josh could tell by how the buck was running that he was just a dead deer running. Sure enough, they heard the telltale crash announcing the buck was down. Becky was excited and curious why Josh wasn’t going down the tree yet.
“After shooting a deer, you want to wait for a little while so you know they are down. If you track a wounded deer too early, you can force them to run more, and the chase can go on for miles. The longer the deer runs, the more it suffers, and the more adrenaline is pumped into the meat, affecting its taste. I’ve also heard of deer turning on the hunters and goring them. By staying put, the deer will lay down and bleed out quickly.”
“Oh.”
Josh waited about fifteen minutes before he started down the tree. During the wait, Becky asked about her shaking when the buck came in, and Josh smiled at her:
“That was your adrenaline pumping causing what is commonly known as “Buck Fever.” The best cure is more hunting so you can get used to it,” Josh explained while laughing softly.
Becky smiled at him and curled up to him while they waited. It just seemed so right to her, sitting in that tree stand with Josh’s arm around her; her world felt complete.
Once down the tree, Josh was treated to the sight of a lifetime, Becky’s heart-shaped ass as she came down the tree. Once on the ground, she saw Josh was hard again, his jaw was slack, and she couldn’t resist. She reached down and rubbed his hard cock, making him moan softly.
“Looks like someone wants to do some pussy hunting,” she whispered to him in a sultry tone, causing Josh to whimper, much to Becky’s amusement.
At first, Josh was stunned, but he shook his head as if to clear out the confusion within a few seconds. They walked to where the buck had been hit and picked up the blood trail. Becky was amazed; she would have walked right past the blood without giving it a second thought. As Josh tracked the buck, he pointed out the blood and what its appearance meant. There were air bubbles in the blood, so Josh knew that he had hit the deer in the lungs. Sure enough, within fifty yards, they found the buck in a bit of brush with Josh’s arrow still sticking out of it. He pulled his arrow out and took a picture for Gretchen. He hoped that she would bring out their ATV so he wouldn’t have to walk up and get it himself. He then learned that she had gone to town to do some grocery shopping. Now Becky wanted a picture, so Josh posed with the deer for her. She made that picture her contact photo for Josh.
“Ok, now the fun part. Getting this guy out of here,” he told Becky as he dragged the deer to the edge of the woods.
She had carried his bow for him. After he had got it to the edge, he took Becky back to the farm to get the ATV. He drove, and she held on to him for the ride to get the deer. The whole way, she was yelling and laughing. Something else was happening too. The vibrations from the ATV plus her arms around Josh’s torso were making her hornier than she had ever been before. They got the deer on the back, and Josh explained that he never field-dressed the deer in the field because this was inviting dirt and debris into the carcass. Instead, he took the deer back to the farm and hung it to field dress it. That way, he could bury the guts in the garden.
When they got to the farm, Josh weighed the deer, and it tipped the scales at 300 pounds. Now it was time for an anatomy lesson for Becky as Josh started to dress the deer. He showed her all the organs and the arrow wound. Just like he thought, he hit the deer in the lungs. He made sure to save the heart and liver because he loved heart, and his parents loved liver. The last thing was to pull the loins out so that they didn’t dry out. Surprisingly for a city person, Becky didn’t vomit during the process and asked several good questions, which was probably a good thing since she wanted to be a doctor. Josh then put the buck in the walk-in cooler, where he would leave it for probably Sunday to butcher. As they walked to the house, Becky watched Josh’s ass, and her pussy was getting wet again. Once Josh had everything put away, he noticed that Becky looked nervous.
“You ok, Becky?”
“Ya, it’s just that your ass is making me horny!”
Josh looked over his shoulder at his ass. “Really?”
“God, yes! My pussy is soaked!”
Josh chuckled softly and shook his head a bit. “Can you keep yourself under control? I’m not there yet.”
“Why?!?!” Becky whined, “Wait! You don’t think I’m beautiful! That has to be it! You’re just like everyone else!”
“BECKY, STOP!” Josh growled, “That’s not it, and you know it. Look, you are a gorgeous young woman. It’s just that I’d much rather have a deep connection with the wonderful lady that I’m sharing my body with. I have no interest in one-night stands since I had enough in high school before finding someone to love. After finding love, I don’t want to go back to one night or even a weekend stand. What I’m trying to say is that I’m looking for a long-term relationship, which means one not based on just sex.”
He walked over and cupped Becky’s cheek, causing her to cry. She wrapped her arms around Josh’s body and buried her face in his chest. She could still smell the outdoors on his clothes and held him until she was cried out. Josh carefully laid his head on hers. Eventually, she felt Josh’s nose nudging her, so she looked up. Seeing his face, she closed her eyes and lifted her lips to where they met his. Sparks started flying between the two with the kiss, which wasn’t “a let’s have sex kiss.” This was a deep passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever. Eventually, they broke their kiss, and Becky’s heart was pounding as her stomach was cranking out butterflies by the millions. She couldn’t believe the feeling of kissing this man, and it was at this point that she made the final decision on what she wanted.
When Becky and Josh broke their kiss, Josh was amazed at how he felt because he was floating on clouds. This was something that he hadn’t felt in many years since he had lost a bet and had to kiss Gretchen. That kiss caused their eyes to dilate and took their breath away. This kiss was far better, and Josh felt that all the air had rushed out of his lungs. As they recovered, they stared into each other’s eyes and got lost. During that time, everything else just disappeared, and the only thing that existed has the person in front of them. The sound of someone clearing their throat broke them out of their trance. Gretchen had gotten back from town.
“Well, it’s about time you two came back to reality. I’ve already put away all the groceries and started marinating the chicken for dinner tonight. Also, Josh, that’s a nice buck.”
Josh kind of cleared his throat just enough to say:
“T-Thanks, Gretchen.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Josh looked at the time and knew that he had business to attend to, so he excused himself to get appropriately dressed for his video conferences because they were with a potential customer. After Josh had left, Gretchen turned her full attention to Becky:
“Well, how was it?”
“Breathtaking,” she shuddered, “I’m still high from it. Is it like that every time?”
“No. But when you both truly love each other, that will happen more often.”
“I’ve also come to a decision.”
“And?”
“I’m going to need all the help you can give me, so I don’t fuck this up. I’ve never dated a man before.”
Gretchen smiled, took Becky’s hand, and led her to her room. It was time for a crash course in how to date men, with particular attention paid to how to date men that have been burnt before and are very wary of new relationships. This part was needed because Josh had been burnt severely by a high school girlfriend before Janet. Now, he had much more to lose from getting into a bad relationship. That relationship had almost cost him everything because she turned out to be a two-faced bitch and accused Josh of raping her. The only thing that saved Josh was that she got caught changing her story. Josh had so much more to lose now, and he wasn’t going to make the same mistake.