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On a lovely summer day like this one, you would rather take a nice cool dip in the pool or get a nice tan…or do literally anything else but pour tea.
But alas, your aunt has different plans. “Slower,” she snaps. “You must correct the act of pourin’ tea, my dear. How will you ever impress your suitors if you cannot hold a simple cup?!” She gives you a pinched expression sitting across from you in her embroidered armchair in her floral dress and gaudy pearls.
You sit in a matching armchair adjacent to hers, your arms aching from holding the teapot and your saucer balancing the cup of fine China. You had to stop mid-pour to avoid another lecture about being a “proper Southern woman” from your aunt for the fifth time since you began this little lesson.
“Applogies, Auntie. I’m just hot. Is the AC still broken?” You lower the teapot and saucer on the coffee table with the delicate lace cover, fanning yourself with your hand. Despite the lace sundress your aunt made you put on and the windows being wide open to allow the fans to circulate air, all that you feel is pure, unbearable summer heat. You forgot how awful the summers could be in your small hometown.
Your aunt rolls her eyes as if you’re being her young, dramatic niece and takes a sip of her hot tea as if she isn’t boiling in her lavender-scented living room designed with tasteful furniture, art, and collectibles worth thousands now. “You know it is. The maintenance man is supposed to arrive soon.”
She lays a hand on her forehead before taking a neatly-folded handkerchief near the tea set and dabbing at her neck where sweat beads across her skin. If you had known that the AC would be broken this time around, you would’ve politely declined your aunt’s offer to stay the summer with her at her estate to learn how to find a suitor. In her humble opinion, she believes it’s time you’ve found a husband.
Well, not exactly “humble”. More like she has lectured you on the subject many times before you moved away to go to school in the city at the prestigious university she helped pay for.
“When you come home with that degree, you’re sure to get yourself a ring, my dear,” she giggled to you at your graduation ceremony. Now, you were back after so many years away, and though not much has changed, many things have.
Including one man in particular that you were anxious to see again while you were here.
Knock-knock!
Instantly, your auntie stands from her chair, relief in her eyes. “Oh, that must be him. Get me his tip by the glass ballerinas, would you, dear?” You unstick yourself from your chair and slowly walk in your wedges—since your aunt forbids bare feet in her home—to the cabinet holding her collectible glass ballerina figurines to get the $20 tip from the top of the shelf.
As you do, you hear the front door creek open, and your aunt does her signature huff in disappointment and irritation, ever the grumpy, rich Southern belle. “You’re five minutes late. I cannot stand a lack of punctuality.”
You hear the soft, sheepish chuckle coming from a young man standing there, evidently nervous. “Sorry, ma’am. My car broke down so my big bro had to give me a ride.” Big bro. Your heart begins palpitating, beating so fast that you’re afraid you’ll tip over and die if you don’t calm yourself down.
With the money tip, you round the corner into the small hallway leading to the front door and sure enough, there stands your childhood friend’s little brother. But he isn’t so little anymore—Yuuji Itadori has sprouted overnight it seems, standing as tall as you in his denim shorts and T-shirt drenched in sweat, wearing a smile as bright as his pink hair and the red toolbox dangling in his hand.
“Oh, Yuuji, hi!” you chirp at him, giving him a big, beautiful smile. “Auntie, you remember Choso’s baby brother, right?”
Yuuji beams back at you a little too wide, his cheeks flushed from more than just the heat. “H-Hi, Y/N! Wow, you’ve got quite the place here!” He peers his head in and looks around the spacious living room in an effort to hide the fact that he was checking you out, his bicep bulging as he rubs the back of his neck.
“I have quite the place,” your aunt corrects him. You roll your eyes standing behind her even as she smiles, pleased at the pink-haired teen. “Thank you, young man. Now come along so I can show you the AC.” She shoos you out of the way and waltzes back into her oven of a house, humming to yourself.
You scoot aside to let Yuuji in, giggling when he has to duck to avoid hitting his head. You remember when he was just a little thing clutching onto his big brother’s muscular legs and begging you to come outside to play with him. “Don’t mind her,” you murmur to him. “She’s a bitch to everyone.”
Yuuji quietly laughs, shutting the screen door behind him. “Your brother here?” you ask, hoping that you don’t sound as desperate to see him as you feel. Unfortunately, he has been all you can think about since you ran into him a week ago at your town’s annual summer farmer’s market.
You had attended with your closest friend Shoko, another native in your small town who immediately kidnapped you from your aunt’s house as soon as you arrived on the train just a week ago. You had always loved the farmer’s markets in your hometown, popular for its fresh produce, beautiful flowers, and homemade goods, like rosemary and lavender soaps, buttercream lotions, and those sweet-smelling candles that you–
“Oh!” you shouted as you smacked right into the hard chest of a stranger. You nearly fell and dropped your tote bag full of goodies you spent too much money on and your cup of homemade vanilla bean ice cream. You didn’t drop anything, but you made the stranger drop his paper bags of fresh fruit and vegetables.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, immediately bending down to pick up the carton of strawberries and the granny smith apples.
“I-It’s fine,” the stranger stammered, bending down to help you. All you saw were his cowboy boots and a pair of very sexy, calloused, veiny hands painted with black nail polish. “I was lookin’ where I was…Y/N?”
Immediately, you looked up and found yourself staring into the familiar, smokey eyes of your childhood friend.
“Choso?!” you gasped, so shocked to see him that you covered your mouth. Mostly to hide how gobsmacked his new appearance made you as you took him in. All of him, from the tips of his spiked black ponytails that you always used to decorate in barrettes and bows to the belt buckle hanging on his jeans right down to his cowboy boots.
The red V-neck he wore stuck to his muscular body, his pecs and abs on full display against the thin fabric, and his muscular thighs practically pushed against his jeans. His hair grew longer—you can tell from how his ponytails are at shoulder length even high on his head—and he had grown much taller too, standing at six-foot something now, towering over you.
You couldn’t help but think about how much he changed over the years you grew apart once you moved away. But you always thought about how much of your type he was now. It was a forbidden thought spurred by the sudden differences you saw in him (very obvious, sexy differences, mind you) and the heat of the sun beaming down onto your face and neck…at least that was what you told yourself.
But despite how much Choso had changed, you still saw that same boyish face and those familiar eyes widened to drink you in, almost like you were a ghost. “Jesus,” he whispered, taken aback at the sight of you. “Fuck, is that really you? You’re back?”
At the sound of his voice, so deep and velvety, you tossed your bag down in excitement. “Oh, my God!” you squealed, instantly tossing your arms over him. “Surprise! I wasn’t expectin’ to see you here!”
Choso staggered a bit, struggling to hold your full weight, but then easily righting himself on his feet as you squeezed him tight. “M-Me either,” he stammered, a hot blush coating his cheeks that you didn’t catch.
When you pulled away, he gave you that shy little smile that was always so Choso. So shy, so awkward, and so quiet…quieter than you, at least. You had always been way more outgoing and bubbly than him, becoming his friend only because you initiated it after sharing his fruit snacks with him at lunch when the other kids made fun of him for not having one.
After that, you became closer than closer. In the summers, you’d hit the creek together and in the winters, you’d spend the snowy days making snow angels and having snowball fights. You’d defend him from the bitchy little girls who made fun of him for his ponytails, glasses, and scrawniness while he’d help you with your math homework.
Even in high school, when you became the popular girl in school and he was just the nerdy farm boy, you stayed friends. You’d come over to babysit Yuuji for him while he was doing shifts at his local farm helping with the animals and mowing the lawn. Choso would repay you by secretly doing your Algebra homework for you, telling you that he’d only do it for you, nobody else.
You didn’t care that your friends and the jocks you dated laughed in disbelief at the fact that you, the pretty, rich girl, was buddies with a guy who came in with mud on his kicks and sometimes smelled like manure. And every single time, you’d clock them for disrespecting your friend, hating how egotistical and one-track-minded high schoolers could be.
You thought that you and Choso would eventually go to college together, but after you got your acceptance letter back from university in the city and Choso wanted to stay back to care for Yuuji, those plans were shot down.
The last time you saw each other after graduation was at an end-of-the-summer party thrown by one of your fellow rich, preppy high schoolers in their mansions. You sat outside with him on the veranda overlooking the forest, a cup of lukewarm beer in your hand.
You don’t remember much from that night. Just Choso’s dark eyes in the twilight as he stared deep into yours; his husky voice asking you, “Just don’t forget ‘bout me when you’re in the city?”; and then his soft lips on yours as his hand laid on your waist in your sundress and–
“Y/N!” Instantly, you were yanked out of the memories years before college and adulthood when Shoko comes running over with her cigarette and mint chocolate ice cream. “You alright over here, girl? You were on the ground.”
But you didn’t even mention your fall, too overjoyed to see your childhood bestie again. “Hey, you remember my friend Shoko, right?”
Choso nodded, smirking at Shoko who was about a grade over you both in HS. “‘Course. She used to sneak me cigarettes when I was a teen.” Shoko gave him a shrug, smirking as she blew smoke from between her lips. “Gave ya a habit. My bad.” Choso rolled his grey eyes, looking so different without his glasses. When did he ditch them? “So you’re back in town?” he asked, blushing when you gave him back his fresh fruit.
You nodded, smiling at him, unbeknownst that it was brighter than the sun to him. “My aunt insisted I come through for the summer after graduation. Guess she missed me.” You didn’t tell him at the time that it was really just to find a suitor for you, but he didn’t need to know that. “Congrats on that, by the way,” he said with a smile. “I saw that on IG.”
He paused, blushing a hot red, and instantly shifted back into typically awkward and flustered Choso mode. “N-not that I’m followin’ you or anythin’. I don’t even have an account, but I happened to see it…not that I’m, like, stalkin’ you or whatever, but my brother saw it and–”
“Choso, I found the watermelon stand!” Yuuji yelled from up the road, standing near a fruit vendor in a sunhat. “C’mon, I’m starvin’!” You were glad Choso’s little brother interrupted his big bro’s stammering session because you were about to do it yourself, like you used to. You always thought it was funny, but now, you just thought it was adorable and endearing.
Choso sheepishly smiled, scratching his chin as he stuck a bag under his buff arm. “W-Well, I’ll see ya around? We can hang out while you’re here…if you want.”
You nodded, grinning up at your old friend despite his shyness. “Sure thing! What’s your number now? I can text you.” After busting out into a huge grin, Choso gave you his number and then left to meet Yuuji at the fruit stand with a departing wave, leaving you and Shoko alone. “That man is smitten for you,” Shoko said with a smirk.
You gaped at her, confused at her knowing smile as she licked ice cream off of her spoon. “What? You can’t see it? He was ready to stare ya out of that sundress..and probably rip it off of ya.”
You swatted at her arm, making her laugh. “You’re insane. Me and Choso have been friends for years! We' d never do somethin’ like that!”
You were so sure of yourself then. But the more you texted Choso over the next week, trying to get a good time and day to hang out, the more you started second-guessing that statement.
Choso didn’t have any kind of social media, so texting, calls, and photos you made him send you sufficed. Photos of him on his own farm, muscles glistening as he picks apples, milks cows, and volunteers to put on summer events and petting zoos for the kids.
You may have saved a few of the photos where he is doing hard labor and saved them to a secret folder, but it’s only because he’s your friend! Why wouldn’t you save his photos?
After a week of conversing and trying not to melt over his voice in your ear over the phone, you told Choso that your aunt’s AC had broken and he suggested bringing Yuuji over to fix it. While Choso was good at farm labor, his little brother was good at maintenance—both often helped out with the town locals, fixing up leaky pipes or tending to farm animals.
Yuuji gives you a smirk now when you ask about his older brother, who is not only protective but also gravitates towards farms. Your aunt has one just across the way so you know he’d show up. “You already know he’s here,” he chuckles. “He’s outside botherin’ with the cows. Hope your aunt won’t be mad.”
You thank him and leave him to deal with your aunt’s shenanigans as you venture outside to find the farm boy. Your aunt’s estate also came with a little farmhouse that she painted bright red and acres of fruit orchards that are withering away in the heat, their hanging fruit becoming too ripe to hang onto the branches. You start to feel overripe yourself as you walk across the road to the barn, spotting Choso from a mile away.
He is bent down in the grass of long, green blades, murmuring and sweet-talking Lucy, one of your aunt’s many cows that she bought to give her fresh milk in the mornings…even though she doesn’t milk them. She often has Choso come over to tend to the animals, gathering eggs from the chicken coop and picking her crops while your aunt busies with watering her prized-winning flowers and calling people up to repaint her barn.
Choso has no problem with that or getting dirt, evident by his knee in the dirt despite his jeans. His white wife beater sticks to his muscular, lean form, his skin tanned from the sun and glistening in sweat.
You try not to salivate at the sight of his back muscles flexing, reminding yourself that he is your friend. You clear your throat, startling the farm boy enough to stagger away from the cow, surprised to see you. “Already botherin’ the cows? What are you, a cow whisperer?”
Choso blushes and wipes his hands off on his jeans, Lucy the cow mooing beside him. “She needs milkin’. Your aunt keep a bucket ‘round here or…?” He suddenly stops talking, his eyes plastered on your dress. You look down, realizing that you’re still wearing the over-the-top sundress your aunt insisted you put on for your tea lesson. “Oh, this thing? My aunt made me wear it. I know, it’s stupid.”
But the farm boy slowly shakes his head, grimacing in the bright sun rays at you underneath his cowboy hat…his very sexy cowboy hat. “No, it’s fine. You just look hot. I-I mean hot like sweaty! With the weather! It’d be weird for me to call you hot since we’re friends s-so—“
“Choso, breathe. I got what you meant.” You giggle at him, making him blush a lot more than the summer heat ever could. You smile at him, his familiarity comforting you, making you feel like everything is right with the world. “It’s so good to see you again.”
Choso’s lips, the bottom one pierced so seductively with a ring, stretch into a smile. “You too. You have no idea.” You smile, walking up to him in the grass, not caring if you ruin your wedges, and wrapping your arms tight around him despite the sweat. He tenses a bit, not expecting the embrace, but he should know you: you love hugs!
So he hugs you back, his muscular arms making you feel so safe and supremely cared for. After a beat, he clears his throat and pulls away, placing his big hands in the pockets of his jeans. “So what’s the city girl up to today?” he asks, raising a brow at you in that joking manner he always used to do.
“My aunt was invited to some summer cookout later, so she’s tryin’ to groom me for a man.” You roll your eyes, quoting your aunt’s exact words. This cookout is being thrown by the mayor, apparently, so it is crucial to her that you are the portrait of a young Southern woman. Choso’s expression is equal parts hilarious and offensive. “Sorry, what? Like a husband?”
You shrug, shaking your head at your aunt’s antics. “That’s why she invited me for the summer. My folks swear up and down that I need to get married by next year. Why not score my hometown for a rich bachelor?”
Choso is still blinking at you as if he is trying to figure out if you’re serious or not. Before he can put his input on it, your aunt comes rushing over to the farm, bringing with her a handheld fan that she briskly and vigorously fans in her face. “Ah, Choso! Perfect timing! Would you mind givin’ my grass a trim?”
Choso, ever the gentleman, nods and tips his hat to her. “Sure thing, ma’am. How ‘bout them cows too? They look like they need milkin’.” He gently pats Lucy’s butt, making her swing her tail into his arm to swat him away. “And the vegetables need to be picked.” He motions one muscular arm towards the neatly plowed rows of tomatoes, cucumbers, sweet corn, and peppers growing next to the red barn where the sheep and horses are grazing.
“I can do the vegetables,” you chirp, but your aunt is having none of it. She immediately smacks you with her fan, making you flinch at the tiny sting on your arm. “Y/N, please don’t say such nonsense! What about your dress? And you’ll get dirt under your nails!” She picks up your hand, showing her your flamingo-pink manicure.
You roll your eyes, not feeling like hearing her lecture you or complain about your attire. “Auntie, the cookout isn’t until 7 PM! I can be dressed and fresh as a daisy by then!” You turn to Choso and wink at him, silently betting that your aunt will agree. He raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk on his face, obviously begging to differ.
But your aunt just heaves a tired sigh and wipes at her forehead. “It’s too hot to argue. Just don’t be late. And if you are to fool around in the dirt, take off your dress and shoes.” You smile at her and vigorously nod. “Yes, ma’am! You won’t be disappointed! Thank you, Auntie!”
Your aunt just hums in exhaustion before giving Choso the keys to the toolshed and walking off back to her house to check on Yuuji. You turn to Choso with a grin, overjoyed to be doing anything except pour tea. “Just like old times,” the farm boy chuckles, arms crossed over his broad chest. Thanks for agreein’ to let me bring Yuuji over.”
“Nonsense! You’re family to me.” You give him an endearing smile and though he returns it, you can’t help but feel like it isn’t as natural. It seems forced. Almost as if he is trying to prove to you that he feels the same way…but why are you thinking that? Choso IS family to you! He’s like your brother.
Not wanting to dive too deep into such complicated thoughts, you bump your hip with Choso’s and pat Lucy’s side. “Now let’s get to milkin’, farmer boy,” you joke. “Daylight’s a-wastin’!”
The farm boy gives you another panty-dropping smirk and lowers his cowboy hat on his head to block out the sun before you twist around to leave and change your clothes. “Yes, ma’am.”
After an hour of chores in the hot sun, you find yourself in the passenger’s seat of Choso’s pickup truck with your feet up on the dash, your pink-painted toes glistening in the sun.
Choso sits next to you at the wheel, one hand gripping the wheel to steer on the bumpy, dirt roads and the other with his arm slung out the window. The image is undeniably attractive, but you ignore the thought AND the view of his hands.
Instead, you admire the beautiful, homely views of your little town and wiping your hair out of your face when the wind blows it.
“AC on too high?” Choso asks, ticking his eyes over at you. He is still wearing his wife beater and jeans despite the patches of brown dirt and green grass stains staining the fabric. He was put through the wringer today, only stopping to take your offer for some iced water in between mowing your aunt’s humongous lawn.
You grunt, peeling your back off of the leather seat. “Not high enough.”
Even with the cool air blasting you dead in the face from the air vents, you barely feel anything. Your friend snorts, rolling up his window to avoid the cool air going out. “Roll the window up then.” You shake your head, admiring the rush of trees passing you by. “Can’t. I love the smell of the open air. It’s so different in the city.”
Choso nods, thumping his fingers against the wheel at the music playing from his radio. “I bet—all that smog and sewage pipe shit. I’m shocked you ain’t sick.” He turns a short left, putting himself on the road headed to his farm.
You forgot how breathtaking your hometown is—no tall buildings to block out the sun or speeding cars in traffic or concrete streets on every corner. While you love the hustle and bustle of the city, you missed the quiet summer nights and peaceful afternoons in your little Southern town. The green trees sway in the summer breeze, the roads are bumpy yet exciting, and the only buildings are quaint boutiques, shops, diners, bars, farms, and ranches. It feels so good to be home.
And to be here with Choso. “You sure your aunt won’t be mad that you’re goin’ to my place for a shower?” he asks, obviously still nervous about not telling your aunt of your whereabouts.
You just told her you were going shopping for another dress after Yuuji accidentally bursted a pipe trying to fix your aunt’s leaky sink after he fixed up the AC for an extra dollar. Your aunt was VERY angry about her floors getting wet, to put it lightly, and especially since this particular pipe also connected to the shower. Meaning you had no way to wash the dirt and sweat off of your skin after picking vegetables.
“Well, since Yuuji accidentally blew out a pipe, I’m gonna have to,” you chuckle, peeling your tank top away from your skin and shifting in your cut-offs. You never noticed Choso’s blush looking at your little outfit today. “She’ll for sure be heated, but we’ve known each other since pre-K! She knows we’re good friends.”
You give Choso a beaming, easy-going smile to confirm that yes, you are good friends. The farm boy keeps his eyes trained on the road, his jaw popping on some gum. “Yeah. Friends. Right.”
He swears when he comes to a sudden stop, letting a skunk cross the street. You haven’t seen one in years. “So what’s this ‘bout your folks send in’ you here to find a man? I thought you were just comin’ for a break from the city.”
He gives you a teasing smirk, earning himself a smack on the arm. You ignore how hard his bicep is and how much you want to feel him up. “Both. My aunt is primin’ me for Southern society so I got a better chance at marryin’ into more money.” “It’s a joke, right? Like we don’t have enough money as it is!”
Choso nods, pressing the gas once the skunk is across the street. “That’s why you had on the dress. Figures. Well, let’s hope it goes well for ya.” You scoff to yourself, not exactly hyped to meet a bunch of stuffy politicians and businessmen over BBQ and champagne. “So what’s your dream girl, huh?” you curiously ask, turning to Choso. “What would you look for in a girlfriend or wife?”
The farm boy quirks that damn pierced brow, confused at the random question. “M-Me? I dunno.” He blushes, averting his eyes from you, and you poke him in the side. “C’moooon, Cho, you’ve gotta gimme somethin’!” you groan. “You dated once we graduated from high school didn’t ya?”
Choso doesn’t verbally answer; only grumbles something to himself. You don’t know if that’s a yes or a no…and you certainly don’t know why you feel such a strange tug in your tummy at the thought of him dating someone else. “I guess someone sweet,” he finally replies. “Kindhearted. Funny. Generous. Knows her way ‘round a farm and is good with animals. That sorta thang.”
You giggle at the Southern twang sweetening his tongue. If he ever came to the city, the girls would LOVE that. “And what about looks wise? Do you look for attractiveness like that?” Your friend glances at you, disturbed. “Why are you askin’ me this?” he asks, narrowing his brows at you. But you push, poking him hard in the side. “Just answer!”
He sighs, but goes on explaining, telling you what you want to hear. “Guess just a bright smile that lights up a room. Cute laugh. Pretty eyes you can see stars in. Smooth skin. I think birthmarks are pretty cute too…” He trails off, glancing at you, and oblivious to his intimate stare, you cheekily giggle. “So like mine?” you ask, glancing down at the birthmark on the side of your neck–just a mole shaped like a heart.
Choso doesn’t answer, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows hard. You’re afraid he’s also swallowed his gum. “Y-Yeah, so that’s my answer,” he stammers, abruptly turning back to the road. “What about you? What d’you look for in a man?” You take a moment to think about this, having dated so many boys during your time at uni, but never a man. “Well—”
BAAAAAAAAA!
You gasp at the sudden loud call of a sheep, turning from Choso to the road to see a barrage of fluffy, white sheep herded on the road. Down the road is Choso’s home: an adorable little cottage with yellow buttercream walls and a brick chimney with a red-brick barn behind it. Choso groans as he slows to a stop, rolling his eyes. “Damn sheep got out again,” he sighs. “Stay here.”
You stay put as he unbuckles himself and hops out of the truck, leaving the door ajar. He shifts right into Farmer Choso mode: cropper, planter, cow milker, and sheep herder while also being a part-time older brother and a full-time businessman in his early 20s. His voice is loud and clear, grabbing the sheep’s attention. “Alright, alright, y’all, off the street! C’mon before y’all are roadkill!”
He raises his muscular arms as he begins to potion for the sheep to get on the grass, whistling and clucking his tongue to get them to follow. The sheep are slow at first, but then listen, waddling across the street like lost children. As they disperse, a black-and-white Border Collie appears from behind them, fluffy ears up and tail wagging at the sight of Choso. She barks, running over to Choso with an eager tongue wag.
You visibly coo at the fluffy baby, remembering when she was a pup before you left town. You always missed her and you’re glad Choso kept her to tend to his farm animals. “Hey, Lucy girl,” he coos, bending down to pet her. “You went after ‘em, hm? That’s my good girl.” He scratches behind her ears, earning an excited “Woof, woof!” in reply.
You try not to melt watching Choso pet his dog. The universe knows you’re a slut for a man who is good with animals and kids, so why must it punish you so?
After Choso is done petting Lucy and directs her to stay with the sheep on the grass, he hops back in the truck. “I’ll lead ‘em back to the barn with my car. Bear with me now.” You nod and sit in silence, letting him work. He drives slowly, leading the sheep back to the barn with Lucy in tow, until he makes it up the hill on the road to his house with his little barn attached to it.
After parking the truck behind the barn, you busy yourself petting Lucy and saying hello to the cows, horses, pigs, and chickens while Choso puts your bag in the house and locks the sheep back up in their pens. When he comes back to you, he finds you peering into the chicken coop to see some nests hot with fresh eggs. “Looks like you’ve got some eggs in here. I’ll get ‘em for ya.”
You turn to Choso who is already in work mode, having grabbed a shovel while he was away for a couple minutes. He blushes red at your offer, looking quite embarrassed that you want to help.
“O-Oh, you don’t have to. Soon as I’m done here, I’ll—“
“Choso, I know how to gather eggs. I ain’t that much of a city girl OR a princess.” You put your hands on your hips, angling them in a way that Choso follows. Your friend blushes even more, his entire neck turning pink. “That’s not what I…” He sighs, rolling his eyes. “Fine, ya got me. Just make sure you call me if they get rowdy. I’ll be right around here.”
He points around the back where some stacks of hay are, needing to be gathered for the horses. You nod and get to work, glad to have a little bit of time away from your friend so you don’t feel so…nervous? No, it isn’t just that. There is an edge to it; something skating between arousal and attraction.
And you don’t like it. Yes, Choso is definitely hot now, but he’s still your friend! You can’t be thinking these thoughts about him! To take your mind off of his muscles glistening with sweat and those pornographic grunts as he throws each bail of hay into a heap together, you get knee deep into the chicken coop with a basket for the eggs. “Sorry, ladies,” you chirp to the clucking hens. “I just need your eggs for my omelettes.”
Gathering eggs among the flurry of feathers and chicken feed helps a bunch. Once you gather them, you walk around the back of the barn to tell Choso, hearing the sound of the hose spraying. Maybe he’s cleaning the pig pen or watering the crops. “Choso, I’ve got the…”
Your words fall off a fucking cliff the very moment you see your friend in all of his glory…or almost rather, if it isn’t for the belt holding up the rest of his jeans that are just slipping down his narrow hips and toned stomach sinewy with a black happy tail. He is shirtless, his tan skin glistens with water dripping down his muscles built from years of hard work, kissed by the sun.
He has lowered his hair, the black locks kissing his broad shoulders. When he suddenly turns, you notice that his nipples are pierced, four balls squeezing the sexy pink peaks. Heat pools into your core, but you can’t thirst too long when Choso jumps, startled to see you. “What the fuck!” he gasps.
“Shit, sorry!” you gasp, nearly dropping the eggs. You immediately turn around even though you’ve seen Choso shirtless plenty of times before. But this…this feels different. Probably because you almost saw his dick.
“W-What are you doin’?!” he stammers, looking behind his shoulder at you to hide his front. “I told you I was changin’!” You try to remember when he said that, opting for when you were busy hunting for eggs in the chicken coop. “I didn’t hear you! I was in the chicken coop, remember?”
“Just put ‘em inside on the counter,” he rasps, immediately shutting off the water. You hear a rustle and turn back around to see him pulling on a fresh shirt. It doesn’t help that it clings to his wet skin, outlining his muscles. He is blushing hard, averting his eyes from your face. “Uh, if you take a shower, there’s fresh towels in there. Homemade mint soap too.”
You nod, muttering a thanks, and quickly high tail it inside of his house. Your heart is pounding and your hands are shaking, your head full of naughty images of your friend’s happy trail and the V-line trailing down, down, down to his–
You grunt, shoving the thoughts aside, and quickly making a beeline for the shower with your bag after dropping off the eggs in the kitchen. You strip off your sweaty clothes, turn on the hot water, and let yourself be alone with your thoughts for the next ten minutes. The scent of mint from the soap Choso made fills your nostrils, not at all filling your brain with how he’d smell in your sheets…how he’d smell kissing you, just like all those years ago.
To find your friend so damn sexy should be liable for a lock-up, you think. You need to be found and put in jail. Or maybe a mental institution. You really should leave, but instead, after pulling on your favorite blue sundress and some flip flops, you go to the kitchen and busy yourself again: this time making lemonade. You find the lemons, sugar, sprigs of mint, and a big pitcher under the sink.
It’s the perfect distraction from Choso walking back and forth in front of the kitchen window, letting the horses graze and playing with Lucy with a stick. By the time he finishes, it’s mid-afternoon. He comes into the kitchen, sticky with sweat, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees you in your skimpy little dress. You turn to him, holding a pitcher of lemonade topped high with ice, shivering from his eyes full of heat. “Made ya some lemonade.”
You’re silent as you pour him a glass, doing your best to not shake. He tentatively takes it in his big hand. “Thanks. You shower?” His eyes stay put on your wet hair, never faltering. “Yeah, but I wanted to go to the lake and take a dip.” You grin at him, your eyes sparkling.
Choso’s brows crease at you. “The lake? But it’s…” He pauses, checking his watch. “3 PM. Don’t you have to get ready for that cookout?”
You tsk, rolling your eyes in that stubborn way you always have. “I will, but I need a cool dip first! It’s so hot out here and we’ve been workin’ hard! C’mon, Cho, you remember all those summer days swimmin’ in the lakes and creeks, right?”
Your friend sighs, craning his neck up as if asking God for help. “Alright, fine, but no trackin’ water in my car. You got your swimsuit?” You smirk at him, the sparkle in your eyes growing. “Who said anythin’ about a swimsuit? Grab some tequila for that lemonade and let’s get outta here!”
“Cannonball!” you drunkenly shout before SPLASH! You hit the water in a perfect cannonball, sending water spraying everywhere.
Choso stands at the brink of the lake, right beside the wooden boardwalk, wearing a tee and some cargo shorts, his pickup truck parked a little ways behind the trees. When you pop back up, you smile at him, giggling, immediately refreshed from the cold water. He crosses his arms and shakes his head at you, a slight smile on his face. “You’re insane.”
You wave him in, doing your best to not flash him your bra. He argued you down earlier about skinny-dipping, wanting to take you to get your swimsuit, but you refused, reminding him that he’s seen you in your undies before. “C’mon in, friend! The water is amazin’!” you shout, keeping yourself afloat by kicking your feet.
The creek glitters with the afternoon sun, surrounded by green trees and brush. There is only the sound of birds chirping, making for a beautiful symphony for your swim. The water is cold enough for a shock but not enough to give you hypothermia. You consumed a good portion of tequila-mixed lemonade in the car-ride here, so you’re good and tipsy. Everything feels amazing.
Tempted by the water (and you), Choso gives in and strips, giving you an impromptu strip show as you try not to flush hot, watching him. But dammit, does he make it hard for you! ‘The same you wanna make him hard,’ the devil on your shoulder sings to you.
You turn away from Choso’s gorgeous body as he pulls down his pants, leaving himself in his boxers. You struggle not to look down, not realizing your friend was carrying around a bulge like THAT. This is insane and so not appropriate. You should tell him you change your mind and go home like a respectable lady.
But that plan flies when Choso jumps from the deck and jumps into the water, splashing water all over you. When he comes up, his wet hair sticks to his head and he looks supremely relaxed. “Ah,” he exhales, staring up at the blue sky. You giggle, paddling over to him. “Right?! See what happens when you listen to me? This is perfect for a hot summer day!”
He suddenly turns to you, wearing a sly, secretive smile on his handsome face. “So is this.” SPLASH! You squeal as he splashes water at you, turning your head to avoid getting it in your eyes. “Oh, you asshole! You never splash a lady!” You splash him back and soon, you’re in the middle of a splash fight, laughing like kids.
Then comes Choso and those fingers tickling your neck and sides, making you snort with laughter. “No, Choso, stop! Not the tickles!” He yanks you over to him despite you trying to squirm away, but he’s just too strong. “C’mere!” he chuckles. “You started this!” His smile glimmers in the sun, breathtaking and blinding.
It’s the same smile he used to make when you were kids, but this time, it leaves your heart pounding. You finally manage to break away from him after squirming in the water, still giggling. “God, I missed you, but I did NOT miss that. Curse you for knowin’ all my weak spots.”
But Choso isn’t smiling anymore. Instead, he’s staring down at you, somewhere at your shoulders. “What?” you ask. He blushes a hot red, averting his gaze from below. “Y-Your bra. It’s, uh…” He trails off, flustered, and you look down to see that your bra is missing, your tits just barely covered by the water.
You shriek, hiding under the water and crossing your arms to hide your bobbs. “Oh, no!” you squeal. “My bra! Where’d it go?! It’s Savage X Fenty!” You try to dive under, but Choso stops you. “I’ll look. You stay up here. Go up on the deck.” And then he inhales and dives under the water, leaving you alone.
Quickly, you swim to the lakeside and pull yourself up before waddling onto the deck, wet. You use one of the towels Choso brought with him to wrap around your chest, hiding yourself. Worrying for Choso doesn’t cross your mind; he’s an excellent swimmer. He pops up a few times, gathering air before going back down, determined to find your precious bra.
Finally, he finds it and holds it up like a trophy, hair and face drenched in water. When he comes up to you soaking wet, he awkwardly hands you your bra, still blushing and looking off to the side. “Thanks,” you whisper, taking your bra and turning to place it firmly on your chest.
However, you were never skilled in hooking your shit from the back, so you awkwardly gaze at Choso for help. “Uh…c-could you, um…” Now it’s your burn to blush, face as hot as the sun’s rays. Silently, only aided by the sounds of the sloshing water and the chirping birds, Choso carefully hooks your bra for you….
With those hands. Those beautiful, rough, capable hands of his. His calloused fingers brush against your skin, making electricity pop over your wet skin. You bite your lip, trying not to think of those hands being somewhere else instead of at your spine, but you can’t help it! Your obsession with his hands should be studied.
Finally, he finishes the job and you turn to face him. “Thanks,” you awkwardly say. He is looking everywhere but at you, his cheeks a rosy pink under the golden sun. “No problem. Sorry ‘bout that.”
“S’fine. Serves me right for not packin’ a bathin’ suit.” You give an awkward little giggle that he doesn’t return and you feel like dunking yourself back in the water with the intention of drowning yourself. Quickly, you backtrack and start to head to the truck to gather your clothes. “C’mon, we should be headin’ back before…” You pause, turning to see Choso still silently standing there on the deck.
“Choso?” you ask. “What’s the matter?” He stands there, staring at you so intently that you begin to grow nervous. Is he angry? Could he realize the weird attraction you have towards him now? Then he smiles, but it’s dry and doesn’t quite fit his face.
“You really wanna know?” he chuckles. You don’t know why, but your heart begins to race, anticipating his answer. He turns to you fully, illuminated by the golden rays of the sun. “You. You’re what’s the matter with me.”
Oh. You weren’t expecting this answer at all. Or the firmness of his tone that makes you tingle from down below. “W-What?” you gasp, taken aback. Quickly, Choso breaks and runs frustrated hands over his face. “I don’t mean that the way it sounds. Sorry, but…y-you just make it hard to fuckin’ talk.”
As he begins to slowly walk towards you, you stay put, unable to move. It is as if your legs have turned to ice. Choso swallows hard, physically preparing himself for what he’s about to say next. “I’ve always stayed your friend 'cause you're at the top of the social ladder and me? I’m just the farm boy...but now that you're here, there ain't nothin' stoppin' me from tellin' you how I feel.”
He takes your hands in his and you nearly melt on the spot. “The day you left, you kissed me,” he sighs. “And I never forgot about it. I held onto it for years after you left, hopin’ for the chance to do it right the next time I saw you.”
And there it is: the truth. Hanging in the air like smoke. “Choso…” You pause, unsure of what to say. But he takes this the wrong way; as rejection. Like he was anticipating this. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammers. “But I just didn’t wanna keep lyin’ to you and hidin’ from you like I…like I don’t want to…ah, Jesus.”
He drops your hands and forces his own behind his back, looking like he wants to die. “C-Can we just forget everything that I just said? I-It’s just the tequila talkin’. God, why did I let you give me that when it makes me–”
But you shut him up by cupping his face in your hands and kissing him before he can continue babbling. “Mmph!” he moans into the kiss, eyes wide in shock while yours are closed. Slowly but surely, Choso melts into your touch and the softness of your lips, his eyes fluttering shut as you take him on a magic carpet right with your soft, gloss-sticky lips, flavored with cherry lipgloss and tequila-infused lemonade.
You have kissed many guys back in college: jocks, preppy, rich boys in your dorms, science geeks, future lawyers…but none of them measure up to your childhood friend. Choso kisses like a dream, the coolness of his metal snake bites combined with the heat of his soft lips and tongue making you melt. The towel falls and his arms replace it, wrapping you up tight, keeping you warm against him.
You share moans with each other, longing and needy, that sexual tension and chemistry finally free. When you pull away, you’re panting and his eyes are hazy, unfocused…not to mention the tent in his trunks. “I feel the same,” you exhale against his lips.
He blinks at you, the drunkenness from your kiss fading into shock. “Y-You do?” he whispers, eyes wide with shock. You nod, having never been more sure of anything in your life—not school or your career or anything. “There is nobody else for me but you,” you softly confess. “I want you. Only you.”
Choso instantly tugs you closer, meshing your body against his, and kisses you again. This one is deeper and personal, stealing your breath away. The soft smack of his lips leaving yours travels straight between your thighs. “Jesus, baby,” he murmurs. “You keep talkin’ like that and I can’t promise I’ll be a gentleman.”
His cock concurs, throbbing against your tummy. Heat pools into your lower stomach, making you hot with need. “Then don’t be,” you softly keen. “Put your hands on me, Cho. I want it.” Locking your eyes with his, you unhook your wet lace bra and let it hit the wooden planes below, forgotten. It means nothing to you now. Not with the way Choso is staring at your tits.
Taking your request, he puts his hands on them, gently massaging each one until your moans drive him up the brink. He tweaks and pinches each nipple with his fingers before tasting them, sucking on each one like he’s trying to draw milk out of them. You moan and whine from his ministrations, your fingers tangled in his wet locks.
“How do you feel this fuckin’ good?” he pants against your tits. “I always wanted to touch you…feel you like this…” He lets out breathy moans and hums of pleasure as he continues to suck your tits, his nimble fingers, calloused from farmwork, making you dizzy with lust. “This okay?” he murmurs, his eyes ticking up to meet yours. “You like this, darlin’?”
The pet name sets you on fire and you can’t deny your want for the hard bulge rubbing against your panties anymore. “I love it, but…I wanna please you too.”
Choso stares at you, confused, until your hand snakes down to grab his cock. He swallows hard, his eyes widening at your bold hand gripping him in his briefs. “W-Wait, baby, hang on,” he murmurs. “Anyone could see us like this.” He looks around the perimeter of the lake and the woods, nervous, only to softly moan as you stroke him through his undies.
“I don’t care. I just want you.” You have become a needy, wanton slut, desperate for him the more he throbs in your palm. Your fingers dip into the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down his hips.
“Let me see you, Cho. Let me please you.” You whisper this as you kiss his neck, sucking on the sweet spot behind his ear. He groans, rutting into your hand as you feel up on his silky, hot, throbbing dick.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers. “Y-You’re makin’ this–oh, fuck–really hard for me.” You smile against his neck, kissing his throat. “I’d hope so,” you giggle. “I’ve been tryin’ not to stare at it all day.”
Choso shivers at your bold, dirty confession, breathy moans and grunts leaving his lips. “C’mon,” you whisper, sucking on his earlobe. “Not here. By the trees.”
So you go, hand in hand, to a nice canopy of trees that block out the sun and the hiking trails. But before you can kneel before him, he gently stops you. “Hang on…before you do that, I should probably tell you.” He pauses, biting his lip. “I-I never…I mean…I ain’t ever….”
“You’ve never had a blowjob?” you ask, your brows raising in surprise. Then it clicks. “Choso…have you ever had sex before?” Judging by his red cheeks and averted gaze, you guess your suspicions are correct.
He chuckles, dry and self-deprecating. “I know, I know: mid-twenties and I’m still a fuckin’ virgin. Typical shy, nerdy, loser farm boy, right?” He says it with so much venom that you flinch.
“Chosi, no,” you murmur, using your old pet name reserved for him. “There’s nothin’ wrong with you and you’re not a loser. You are the hottest, sexiest man I’ve ever known.”
You kiss him again, feeling him melt into your kiss as your hand sneaks beneath his briefs and strokes his hard, throbbing cock. “F-Fuck, sweet pea,” he groans against your lips. “Just take it out. I-I want it.” Each word is a hot stammer through his soft lips. You smile at him, teasingly stroking from top to bottom, base to tip. “You want it, Cho? You want me to take you in my mouth?”
Choso bites his lower lip, the snakebites in the plump flesh glistening in the sun. “Y-Yeah,” he breathes. “Just keep it down, okay? S-Someone might come.” You give him a sultry smirk as you sink down onto your knees, hypnotizing him. “Hopefully, you will.”
He goes redder than a tomato at your dirty joke. “Shut the fuck up,” he mumbles, but his voice quickly rises on a moan as you pull his wet swimshorts down his hips. His long, thick cock slaps against his stomach and dark happy tail.
He is already dripping with precum for you, the pink, pierced head glistening with it. “Look at you, so hard for me,” you purr. “You got such a pretty cock, Chosi.” You begin to stroke him, pumping him up and down while using your other hand to gently massage his balls.
Choso instantly reacts to your touch and furrows his brows in pleasure. “Ah, shit,” he hisses, staring at you through slitted eyes. “M’sensitive, sweet pea.” You continue to pump him, pulling delicious whimpers and low moans out of him. You smile, feeling powerful and oh-so sexy. You stare up at him through your lashes, loving how he looks under the afternoon sun.
“Have you thought about this?” you purr. “Your friend on her knees for you ‘bout to suck your pretty dick?” Choso bites his lip, either because he’s struggling with the thought or because your hand feels too good stroking his hard dick. “S-Shit,” he moans. “Y-Yeah…m’sorry, baby, but I–”
“I thought about it too,” you admit, your lust making you bold. “Since we’ve been back here, you’re all I could think about.” And then you’re wrapping your lips around Choso and giving him the first blowjob he’s ever had in his life. And it’s fucking amazing. You make sure of it.
It is sloppy, passionate, and absolutely amazing judging by his facial expressions and the sounds he makes. He watches you suck and slobber eagerly on his cock while your hands pumps him up and down with such eagerness, the sight almost too much for him. His moans are almost high-pitched and slutty, the sounds doing so many delicious things to you.
You feel yourself soak your panties, your pussy throbbing impatiently, needing to be touched, tasted, and fucked. Especially when Choso throws his head back and lets out a loud moan, not caring about anyone hearing anymore.
“Mmm, fuck, s-sweet pea, that’s good!” he groans. “Can I fuck your throat?” His hands clench at his sides, desperate to grab your head and force his dick deeper down your throat. You pull away, batting your lashes at him. “I dunno. Can you?”
Choso bares his teeth, every muscle in his body tensing. “Little brat,” he grunts. “C’mon, please, baby? I need to fuck your pretty mouth so bad.” He gnaws on his bottom lip, a blush on his cheeks. “So you wanna be my good boy, huh?” you giggle. You smile, pleased, as he blushes at your teasing. “Okay,” you giggle. “You can cum if ya want to.”
He nods, a delighted twinkle in his eyes. “Yes, ma’am.” You then take him back into your mouth and allow him to wrap a hand around your hair before he begins thrusting his hips and fucking your mouth. “Oh, fuck!” he moans, his eyes widening at the feeling of the tight channel of your throat squeezing around him.
With each thrust, he goes deeper and deeper, his cock quickly filling up your throat. You accommodate to his girth and length by opening your throat up more, breathing through your nostrils as Choso pumps away, using your mouth like he would a pocket pussy.
You wonder, deliriously, if he has ever pumped a toy or his fist thinking about you, his childhood friend. Has he ever cum to the thought of you? Whispered your name as he blew a load deep in a toy the way he would you? The thought makes you take one hand and rub your pussy through your panties, desperate for stimulation.
With the other, you hold one of Choso’s hips and drag your nails down his toned thigh, indulging in his muscles. You continue to gag and suck and slurp on his cock, your spit dripping down his balls.
The sounds coming from Choso’s gorgeous, pink mouth are sluttier than you’ve ever heard a man make. He is loud and unashamed, his face screwed in pleasure and his black locks of shoulder-length hair sticking to his forehead. “Ngh–f-fuck, sweet pea! I-I’m–ah!–m’gonna cum!” he gasps. Your eyes flutter as he grips your hair, forcing you down deeper onto his cock. “Mmm-hmm!” you moan.
He is losing his self control, his hand sinking into your silky, wet locks, locking you against him. Your pussy grows wetter the closer he gets, his moans and grunts increasing in volume as he strokes away in your mouth. “Fuck!” he moans. “Ngh, b-baby…oh, my God, I’m gonna…ah, fuck!”
Then you feel it: a shot of warm, salty cum shooting into your mouth down your throat. You gargle and gag as you take it, swallowing him as he moans strings of curses that would make a nun blush. Choso, your sweet farmboy, cussing up a storm as he pumps the rest of his spunk down your throat. Finally, with a soft whistle, he relaxes, finally spent.
As he pulls away, a string of saliva connects from his cock head to your bottom lip that is coated in spit and pre cum. He begins to slowly stroke his cock, heavy and glistening in his hand, as you wipe your mouth and lick it off your hands. “That was perfect,” he murmurs. “Now let me–”
But he’s unable to finish because of the sudden rustle in the bushes. You gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth, and freeze like a deer caught in headlights. Though the bush is yards away, you and Choso notice it…and hear the footsteps crunching on leaves. “Shit!” he hisses. “We gotta hide!”
He yanks you up with ease before pushing his cock back into his briefs. “Where?!” you whisper, your heart hammering. He presses a finger to his lips, his voice hushed. “Shh…follow me. Under here.”
He points at the dock and together, you slink back into the water, hand in hand. Choso leads you under the dock, right against the large rocks below, just as you hear the sound of male laughter from above you. “This looks like the place to fish for a minute!” an old man chirps. “Ron, c’mon! Daylight’s a-wasitin’!”
There is another voice, just as crackly and old as the first one. “Somebody done left they clothes here, Matt. Think they still there?” You share a look with Choso, both of you sharing the same fearful expression. If they find you, you’re fucked!
Matt chuckles, the sound of metal clinking resonating in the air by the lakeside. “If they are, we’ll probably reel ‘em in! Don’t worry, we’ll only be here for a couple minutes till dinner’s ready.” There is a sharp THWAP and the line of a fishing pole plopping into the water just a few feet away from you.
You stare at Choso, damn near about to drop dead. “What do we do now?” you ask, your heart hammering a million times a minute.
But your friend is calm, pressing you against the rocks with his body. “Just keep quiet f’me,” he whispers. And then you feel his long fingers caressing you through your panties under the water.
“Wait, wait…mmm, Choso, w-what are you doin’?” It’s hard to focus on anything else around you while your friend is kissing your neck and rubbing your pussy at the same time, making your body tingle with pleasure. The pressure of his fingertips against your clit builds, making your brain foggy.
“Ya want me to stop?” he asks in your ear. “Just tell me, sweetie, and I’ll do it. Whatever makes you–”
“Don’t stop,” you quietly moan, rubbing yourself on his fingers. “D-Don’t fuckin’ stop please.” His fingers feel so fucking good! You can’t help my grind on them, trying to keep your movements slow to avoid the water sloshing too much.
You don’t care about the old fishermen. Or the outdoors. Or the BBQ. All you care about is Choso making you feel good. For a man who’s never had sex before, he’s certainly a natural so far.
He stares at you, eyes lust-blown and lips parted. “I need to taste you, sweet pea. Is that okay?” You slowly nod, doing your very best to make any kind of noise. “Try to keep quiet, okay?”
He kneels in the shallow water and props your leg up on a rock, causing you to lean back for him. He pushes your panties aside, groaning at the sight of your puffy, wet pussy.
And the man damn near dives into it, slurping at your juices and sucking on your clit with his pillowy-soft lips. He alternates between swirling his tongue around your entrance while swiping his nose against your clit and sucking on your sensitive, little button, his hands pinning your thigh apart as far as it will go.
You are losing it, your voice box turned on autopilot so your mouth makes whatever noises it feels like. The agony though is keeping quiet to not alarm the old men or nature.
“God, yes, yes, yes!” you quietly whimper. “Right there, Choso, fuck, right there!” His hot tongue, tinged with cool metal from his tongue piercing, swirls about over your slit and pussy lips, making a mess of your oozing hole.
“Right there?” he teasingly asks. “Or here?” You then feel his finger gently probing you, slowly slipping inside of you and aimed upward to rub against the underside of your clit. “A-Ah!” you gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth.
Choso pauses and you feel the fear radiating off of him in waves. Shit. “What was that? You hear that, Matthew?” Ron asks. He’s on the far side of the lake, not as close to you as Matthew is with his fishing pole. “Probably was a loon. Ya know they like to roam over here.”
Then they go right back to fishing as Choso goes right back to licking. Your eyes roll back like you’re possessed as your thigh clamps around his head, desperate to keep him where he is. “Fuck,” you whine. “How the fuck are you soooo good at this?”
Choso chuckles, feeling cocky and proud at his work. “Only for you,” he hums. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this, sweet pea.” He pauses to spit on your cunt, letting it drip with a copious amount of saliva before slurping it back up.
You can’t believe how nasty this shy boy is! When he moves his hands under your ass to hold you up and eats your pussy like he would some fruit, you have to clap a hand over your mouth to avoid screaming to the heavens. Shamelessly, you grind your hips against his mouth, riding his face to get you closer.
He keeps gliding his finger in and out of you while he sucks your clit, quickly bringing you to your peak. “Shit!” you gasp loudly behind your palm. “C-Chosi, baby, you’re gonna make me cum!”
He pulls away from your clit only to command you to do so. “Do it,” he pleads. “Please cum for me, baby. Please?”
His eyes lock with yours and you are suddenly put in a trance as you stare into his gaze. “Let go for me,” he purrs, his words just as hypnotizing as his eyes. “I’ve got you now.”
And like a puppet on a string, you do as he commands. With a loud scream-like moan muffled by your hand, you cum all over Choso’s mouth, squirting down his throat and on his pierced tongue. He greedily slurps it all up, teasing your sensitive pussy until he can feel it throb in your mouth, pleading with him to stop.
But he doesn’t. He makes it a point to continue to eat you out even through your orgasm, making it last longer than it should. Your back arches so hard that you’re afraid that it will snap. Your vision blurs, fat tears sticking to your lash line.
Fortunately for you, he finally stops and stands before you in the water, his chin and mouth glistening with your cum. He gently takes his finger out of you and sucks on it, staring into your eyes as he does. “Damn,” he pants.
And though you just came, you know that you won’t be satisfied until he’s inside of you. You take his cock in your hand, now hard and throbbing, and rub it against your soddened, sensitive pussy. “Fuck me, Choso,” you whimper. “Please.”
Choso’s eyes light up like Christmas trees, but before he can act, the old men speak again. “No such luck over here. Let’s try over here!” You hear Ron’s boots squelching in the grass while Matthew’s footsteps creak on the deck. Right over your head. “You go ‘head. I’m gonna try on the deck.”
Creeeak-creeeak go the wooden planks overhead as leather boots press against them. ‘Shit, shit shit!’ you think.
You look up, seeing Matthew’s feet through the cracks in the wooden deck. Then you turn to Choso only to get a finger pressed to your lips. “Shhh,” he hushes you. “I’ll just give ya the tip. Keep quiet, ‘kay, sweet pea?”
He’s kidding. He will wants to fuck you even though you could be caught?! This man must be freakier if not more insane than you realized.
“Put me where you want me,” he murmurs as he throbs in your hand. Swallowing, you take his cock and press it against your entrance, rubbing it against your clit. You swallow back a moan as Choso lets out a groan stifled by his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He holds your gaze with his, silently asking you if it’s okay to proceed. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “Slide in, baby.”
And with a gulp, Choso slowly presses forward, pinning one leg up on the rock. You gasp, jumping slightly at the contact as you sink your French tips into his shoulder. You can feel him. All of him. And it’s just the tip! He’s stretching out the slick, tight, silky walls of your pussy, filling you in a way that no other man has ever done to you.
Choso grunts, his handsome face flushed red and glinting with sweat. “Too much?” he pants. You shake your head, albeit whimpering. “I’ll go slow.” You believe it’s more for himself than it is for you.
He pauses for a moment, letting you adjust and giving himself time to get used to your tight, wet, velvety pussy squeezing around him. Then he slowly rocks his hips into you and rubs your clit with his thumb, paying attention to your muffled, quiet sounds and your body language. You place your hands on his waist, pulling him closer, making him groan at the contact.
Soon, his fingers on your clit have made you slick and open enough for him to slide in a few more inches, filling you up. You feel so fucking full! Your eyes widen and your mouth forms an O, all of your senses coming to life as you feel Choso stretch you open, molding your insides into its shape. “God, you’re perfect,” he groans, struggling to keep composure and those slow, gentle thrusts. “Y-You–a-ah–you feel so good, sweet pea.”
“Choso!” you whine, pressing your face into the crook of his neck to hide your moans. The feeling of being filled by a nice, hard cock is an indescribable feeling. Especially by a man who wants nothing more than to please you. You have no choice but to give into that feeling and sink into the bed as Choso sinks into you, pinning you to the rocks with his big, muscular body, slick with sweat and water, smelling of the sun.
And once he’s fully inside you, bottoming out in your pussy, his mouth stretches into a villainous grin as he forces you to look at him. “Now I can fuck you however I want,” he whispers before swooping down to sweep you up into a sloppy tongue kiss as he ruts into your tight, wet heat.
And he does. You have no protest or complaint as he fucks you against the rocks under the deck, making the plastic buoy against the rocks clack-clack in the water from his thrusts. He stares into your eyes as he takes you, giving you slow, deep thrusts that make you see stars. “Look at me,” he demands through grunts and pants as he rocks into you. “Wrap your legs ‘round me.”
You scowl at him, confused. “Just trust me,” he murmurs, his tongue gliding against your throat. How can you possibly resist him? Slowly, you bring one leg up onto his waist and he helps you with the other until you’re dangling from his arms. He adjusts your weight in his arms, trapping you against him, and letting out a groan as you sink deeper onto his cock.
“O-Oh, fuck, Choso!” you whine, struggling to keep your voice down. “Y-You’re so deep!” Choso nods, feeling it, his eyes briefly rolling back in such a sexy manner than you nearly cum right there. “Keep lookin’ at me, pretty,” he pants. “Want you to watch me fuck this pretty pussy.
And then he’s bouncing you on his cock, slamming your ass down onto him over and over again as your moans and whines are muffled by your face stuffed in his neck, his big, heavy balls slapping against your clit as you drip and spill all over his muscular thighs. The water carries you, splashing softly under your ass as Choso bounces you up and down like a bunny, showcasing his strength, making you take every inch of him.
He watches back in awe and lust as your luscious ass bounces up and down on him and swirls every time you wind your hips on top of him as if you’re riding a surfboard, your pussy dripping down his thick, fat cock plunged inside of you.
He looks down at the same time as you, both of your eyes plastered on the way your gushing, dripping pussy repeatedly takes his cock without a fuss, your ass bouncing against his muscular thighs, the heavy clap-clap-clap of skin against skin filling the summer air.
As you overflow from your pussy onto his cock, coating him in your creamy, sweet honey, you bring a sound out of him–groan of your name, a whimper, or a desperate grunt. When you feel him throb and his thrusts become a little more intense–faster, harder, desperate–, you know that he’s close. “S-So good,” he groans. “S-Shit, sweet pea! I-I’m not gonna last long, m’sorry!”
Your pussy damn near explodes at the sound of his slutty moans in your ear as he gets closer and closer to his end. His first orgasm during sex. You grip his shoulders and begin to grind your pussy down onto him, making him choke. “W-What are you doin’? Wait, baby, I-I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t care,” you fiercely whisper. “Just cum for me. Cum inside me, Chosi.” That pet name sets him off and he grips your ass hard as he begins to sloppily kiss you, his tongue sloshing with yours, spit sliding into each other’s mouths. He sucks on your tongue as you moan and whimper from his cock pressing against your G-spot, making your body shake and quiver in pleasure.
You know that you’re going to throw in the towel when you feel that knot in your core tightening, intensified by the boots creaking overhead and the whistling from the old men. The idea of getting caught fucking excites you. It does the same with Choso, making him whimper and throb in your pussy as he fucks you hard, desperate to make you cum. “Cum with me,” he quietly whines. “C’mon, darlin’, you can do it. Cum with me!”
And then he goes harder. Faster. Rougher. He wraps a hand around your throat–not enough to choke you but enough to make you feel the power in his fingers–as he pounds his cock into your wet heat with every intention of making you cum your brains out and possibly getting you pregnant. “C’mon, lovely, cum with me! Do it! I need it!”
You have to tell Choso to cover your mouth to hide the moans and gasps that escape your chest when your orgasm slams into you like a truck. You feel like you’re floating, levitating in the air, as you cum around your friend’s cock. A broken moan leaves your lips as he continues to fuck you through your intense orgasm, making your full titties bounce and your eyes roll back into your head.
Finally, after a few more rough thrusts and pornographic moans, Choso lets out a loud, “Oh, fuck!” and sprays your insides full of his spunk. He presses his muscular body slick and sticky with sweat against yours, forcing you to take every ounce of a fresh load of cum that oozes out of you as soon as it shoots insides of you, your pussy quivering and throbbing around him.
Choso sticks two fingers in your mouth, letting you suck on the digits as your orgasm rolls through you. Murmurs of “such a pretty pussy” and “you’re fuckin’ mine” fill your ears as
empties himself inside of you, dumping his cum deep inside of your pussy until you’re near tears and can only whimper in response to his sweet, dirty nothings and proclamations of his love.
Wait…love?
“I love you,” he murmurs through the last threads of his orgasm, his lips at your ear. You nearly missed it, your ears full of cotton from your orgasm, but when it processes, your heart flips over and your stomach explodes with butterflies.
As Choso’s heavy creampie floods your hole, your eyelids flutter and your body turns to mush, completely exhausted and spent. He leans in and presses a soft yet possessive kiss against your lips before he sloooowly drags his cock out of you, causing the gush of your cum and his creampie to spill out, drawing weak moans out of you. It’s all swept up by the cool water, cleaning away your activity.
“D’ya mean it?” you whisper. Choso blinks, confused. “You said you love me. D’you really mean it?” Your friend goes completely red, speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.
Luckily, he’s saved by the old fishermen. “Hey, Ron,” Matthew calls. “Let’s get outta here. The damn water keeps sloshin’ ‘round! Must be the fish, but they ain’t budgin’!”
“Good for us ‘cause dinner’s ready!” Ron cackles. “Just got the call.” Matthew lets out a whoop, walking back from the deck. “Hell yes! Chilli, here I come!” he cheers. You hold your breath until he’s officially off of the deck and you hear the old men recede into the forest, leaving you and Choso alone.
You both turn to each other and instantly break into laughter. The same as you used to. You laugh until you cry, wiping away your tears and rubbing the cramps in your tummy away. You can’t believe you just did this! What is your aunt going to think when you tell her about this…minus the drinking, skinny-dipping, and public sex?
Choso helps you out from under the deck and on top of it, pulling himself up before pulling you up after him. He wraps a towel around you, making you feel shy and bashful despite feeling the delicious ache of his thrusts in your thighs.
“We are never doin’ that again,” he huffs. “Not the sex part. Was really, really fuckin’ nice.” He flashes a shy smile that fills you with butterflies as he holds you close, making you feel warmer than the towel. “I just want our next time to be in a bed so I can really fuck you good.”
You shiver at his deliciously dirty words, still not believing that Choso is filled with such duality. “So there’ll be a next time?” you whisper, running your hands over his arms. You feel him shiver at your touch and instantly, a fiery want for him ignites in your pussy again.
“If that’s what you want,” he purrs, staring down at you in such a lustful yet shy away that nearly makes you yank down his boxers and suck his dick again.
“Of course, I do. You’re the only one I want, Choso.” You stand up on your toes and kiss him, the sun warming your faces as you do. When you pull away, he holds you close against him, running those hands over your back. “I meant it,” he blurts. “I do love you.”
You gape at him, nearly rendered speechless. “You do?” you whimper. He slowly nods, blushing. Bashful but confident. “I always have,” he confesses. “Don’t feel pressured to say it back. I know we just reconnected, but I wanna be honest with you this time. Just bein’ with you is enough for me, sweet pea.”
Unable to stop the burst of joy exploding in you, you press a kiss to his lips again, holding his face in your hands. His hands move to yours ass, groping you, and they nearly would’ve taken off your towel if his phone didn’t ring by the pile of clothes he left on the grass.
“Dammit,” he groans, looking so irritated that you giggle. “That’s Yuuji callin’. That means he’s either done at your house or your aunt is tryin’ to kill him. We should head back so you can get ready for your cookout.”
You grin, taking your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. “And you too,” you purr. “‘Cause you’re goin’ with me. You’ll be my date.”
Choso blinks at you, his entire face going beet red at your plan. “Me?” he asks, sounding shocked. You nod, discreetly feeling up his bicep as you walk together from the deck, hand in hand, side by side.
“So I take it you don’t want a doctor or a politician on your arm tonight?” he jokes, giving you a smirk that could drop your panties again.
“Not my type,” you giggle before pressing a sweet kiss to his jawline. “I’ll have to tell my auntie I found my man…and I ain’t even have to pour no tea.”
THE END.