"Because..."

"Hey, you called him Stud."

"Yeah. Stud. Because, Stud, we have..."

"...a story..."

"...to tell you."

I managed a single response. "A story?"

Vicki was the quickest this time. "Yeah, a story."

"Not just any story."

"Nope."

"Our story."

"Yeah."

"So shut up."

"And listen." This last was a giggling Heather, from the front of the car. I was mesmerised.

~~~

It had been another exhausting day. Jake liked the work on the farm, and was pleased to have something to carry him over for a little longer, but the days were dirty, long, and hard. Mr Walker was a good boss, but he worked pretty hard himself, and expected his help to put in just as much effort.

Today the two of them had intended to extend the new fence line, but had ended up messing with a stubborn gate for most of the day, and after giving up in frustration, Mr Walker had insisted that they both needed a beer, a wash, and a nice dinner.

He'd gone to let Mrs Walker know to put something special on the table, and had sent Jake down by the river to relax. The Walkers had set up some outdoor furniture there, and it was nice to sit in the shade and watch the water burble by, calm and certain. Apparently the river was lethal when the weather went sour, but in late summer it was harmless enough.

Mr Walker had told Jake that his daughters liked to swim down here, but he'd seen no evidence so far. He'd seen the daughters though. Jane was the oldest. A striking pale girl with dark hair and the mischievous grin. Her sister Connie was a near clone, a couple of years younger at seventeen. Jake knew better than to jeopardise his position on the farm by messing with the girls, so he watched them from a distance, admiring their strength and ability, attracted to their looks, and the sound of both of their voices, but too smart to touch.

Jake had relaxed in the wooden chair under the tree, his thoughts on cute girls and cold beer, and somehow he drifted off to sleep. He can't have been out for long when he was awakened by one of the voices he'd been thinking of.

"Jake, does Dad pay you to sleep in the afternoons?"

"Huh? Oh, hello Jane. No, he doesn't. Of course he doesn't. He said we could quit early. He went to get... Oh, a beer. What's going on?" Jake sat up a little in the seat.

"No, no, relax. He sent me, silly. Mum told him she needed some help with something in the house, and wanted to know where you were. Dad told her he'd worked you hard enough already, so he'd take care of it." She put two beers down on the table next to Jake, and plopped herself down in the chair next to him. "He sent me, saying you'd be missing the beer. No mention of how you'd be unconscious."

"I wasn't supposed to be." Jake noticed, as he woke a little more, that Jane was wearing somewhat revealing swimming togs, and as he watched, she removed a couple of towels that had been slung around her shoulders, showing even more skin. She put them on the table as well. "You think it's safe to swim here?"

"Not right here, no. But it's hot. I wondered if you wanted to cool off."

"I didn't bring down any..."

"Nothing wrong with those grubby shorts, surely? They look like they need a clean."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Or..."

"Or, Jane?"

"Your undies."

"Oh."

"I wouldn't mind."

"Oh? And what do you think your father would say?"

"I wasn't planning on telling, Jake. Were you?"

"Ahhh... I guess not."

"So, you want to drink your beer here, or while we walk?"

"Where are we going?" Jake hopped up from the seat, fully awake now, and listening intently.

"Secret." Jane stood up beside him, handed him the towels, and a can of beer. She took one herself, opened it, and started to wander down the track beside the river.

Jake opened his beer, threw the towels over his shoulder, and followed. "Oh. So... how long is Mr Walker going to be?"

"He'd be fine with you calling him John, you know."

"He would, I wouldn't. So?"

"I don't think he's coming. Once Mum's got him working inside, she'll never let him leave."

"Should we take your sister?"

"Connie's busy."

"She is? How's that?"

"We drew straws. She lost. Shall we?"

"Am I picking this up wrong, or are you a bad influence?"

"Nope. Yep."

"I'm not sure you'll be safe."

"I can look after myself."

"Me, then. I might not be safe."

"Maybe. Life is full of risks. You need to decide something."

"What's that, Jane?"

"We have to cross the river. You might want to take your boots off on this side."

"How deep is it?"

"Midriff on me. Your hips, maybe."

"I'll be fine. They need a wash."

"So do you."

"Oh, I smell?"

"Not badly, Jake. No. Fresh man sweat isn't unpleasant. Your face, however, is filthy."

"I'll see to that. Here?"

They meandered across the river and further downstream, chatting about nothing in particular. Jake didn't know where he stood, uncertain about Jane's intentions. Was she teasing him, or was he in for some excitement? He didn't think he was capable of turning her down, should she be bold enough to offer. He dipped his hands in the water and washed off his face as best he could before they reached the other side of the river. Jane watched, and nodded her approval.

As they rounded a curve in the river, out of sight of the chair he'd been sitting in, the house, and seemingly the rest of the world, Jake was unsurprised to see that the water had carved out a substantial hole where the current moved slowly. The sandy bottom, though clearly visible, was much further down than hips or midriff here. A large tree overhung the swimming hole, and a rope hung from the tree, just as you'd expect.

Jane placed her beer carefully on the ground near the tree, and grabbed a stick to hook the rope. Jake just stood and watched. He was entranced by both the magic swimming hole and the view of Jane's wiggling barely-covered bum as she tried to retrieve the rope. Jane won the contest for his attention easily enough. Eventually she turned back to him, not having had any success. She caught him before he could divert his attention, and smiled.

"Listen, you pervert, stare later. Get some of those clothes off and help me with this rope. I've been waiting all day to swing into the water."

Her call distracted him for a moment, and he was able to tear his eyes from her and follow her commands. He put his beer down first, as Jane had, and sat down to undo his boots, aware of her eyes on him. His shirt was next, and then he was standing there in his work shorts. He looked up at her for a moment, and then made his decision. Opening the button on the front, he unzipped his shorts and stepped out of them. Black briefs were all he had left on.

As he stood there, and they stared at each other, Jane issued an unexpected challenge. "I will if you will."

"Really?"

"You bet. You have to turn away though."

"Oh, I wasn't born this week, you know."

"Jake, do I seem the sort of girl to play tricks on a man?"

"Yes."

"It's that obvious?"

"It is."

"Damn! Alright then, chicken." With that she pulled the shoulder straps of her togs down to the top of her arms, smiled again, and wiggled the tight material down over her breasts. Jake was stunned, but she didn't stop there. First her stomach and then her hips appeared from behind the shiny cloth. Then, suddenly, she was pushing the remainder of the covering down her thighs before letting it fall to ground. She finalised the act by kicking them across the grass to land at Jake's feet. He did not look down.

He already knew Jane was pretty, but he never expected to see her like this. Pale breasts, somehow just right for her frame. Dark nipples topped the mounds, contrasting the slim pale body. A thatch of hair as dark as that on her head was plainly visible between her legs. All shyness gone now, she stood with her feet apart and dared him to say anything.

He wasn't up to the challenge now, and had an additional problem. The already present bulge in his briefs had grown with the striptease, and now his cock desperately wanted to escape its confines. After thinking none too clearly for a moment, Jake decided to take the direct approach, and simply pulled the briefs over the head of his cock, and down his legs. In a moment he was as naked as Jane, and when he looked back at her, she was staring at him hungrily.

"Jake dear, I see you found a better stick."

"Huh?"

"That one. Think that will reach the rope?"

"Step aside girl, or you just might find out."

"Nowhere to go. You'll have to squeeze in here next to me."

"I don't need to be told twice."

Jake did exactly as she said, and delighted in the feel of her skin against his. He took the stick she'd been battling with, and retrieved the rope without any trouble. Throwing the piece of wood to the ground, he turned to Jane with the rope in his hand. With the other hand he hooked the small of her back, and pulled her to him. Jane's breasts pressed hard against his chest, and her stomach was getting very cuddly with his cock. He'd not noticed the difference in their heights earlier, but he was easily a head taller than her as they stood there.

The impromptu cuddle was distracting, and after she tipped her face up to his, their mouths locked together, his tongue sought hers, and he dropped the rope to concentrate on holding this obviously fearless woman a little more tightly.

Hands wandered back and forth over both bodies, Jane enjoying the rough hardness of his large hands on her back, and then her bum, Jake's fingertips exploring without hindrance. He in turn was astounded at the dexterity Jane showed as she slid her fingertips all over his body. Her torso was moving against him now as well, her skin sliding wonderfully up and down his cock, her thighs pressed hard against him, demanding more attention.

Holding her with one arm, he let his other hand wander down over her cheeks, and around to the dark thatch in front of her, and slowly slid a single fingertip down through the wiry hairs, and down lower, avoiding the obvious target and sliding over her labia, feeling the heat and moisture as she thrust herself against his hand, and groaned loudly. Jane suddenly moved just a little to one side, and his finger disappeared deep inside her, slippery with her desire, and she moved herself on his finger for a while, enjoying the control while she could.

Jake had just about all he could handle, and he desperately wanted to be inside this woman before he embarrassed himself. He straightened his body a little, pulled his hands back to their position on her buttocks, and attempted to lift her, as he knew he could. He was surprised when she stopped him.

"No, Jake, please don't."

"I... Oh, sorry Jane. I thought you wanted to."

"Oh, I do, I do."

"But?"

"Well... it's silly."

"No, of course it isn't." In all honesty, he didn't care if it was silly or not. His cock was beyond caring.

"I wanted to... well, see the grassy bank there?"

"Where?"

"The... on the other side there."

"Oh."

"I'd... Could we... over there?"

"Hell yes! We could do it anywhere, don't you think?"

"I think so. But... over there?"

"Okay, okay. Go!"

Jane kissed him again then, released him, and dived expertly into the pool. Jake watched until she started to stroke towards the other bank, and then followed her. He wasn't too great a swimmer, but it wasn't far, and he found his motivation was rather helpful. He didn't manage to catch up to her, but he wasn't too far behind when she reached the bank and walked up onto the almost flat grass. He followed her, caught her around the stomach, and pushed her gently to the grass.

Jane turned to face him as soon as she was lying down, and pulled him to her, wanting to have his weight on her body, to feel his rough hands and hairy legs, to react to his breath on her.

They cuddled again then, dripping wet, and cool for just a moment. She loved the way her skin heated up as soon as he covered it, and she pulled his face close, and resumed the kissing where they'd left off.

They didn't speak a lot as they lay there, but at some point Jake lifted his head, looked her in the eye, and asked her: "Why here then? You done this here before?"

"Uh huh. Just once. First time."

"Oh?"

"This had better be an improvement."

"You comfortable?"

"Uh huh. Shhh... Kiss me."

Jake couldn't explore quite so well from this position, but he could certainly feel Jane's hands on him, and she encouraged him without any further words, rubbing her upper legs against him, and taking his hard cock into her hands, kneading it gently, heating it with her hands, sliding her skin on his, and sighing.

Eventually, they both knew they needed more, and they adjusted their positions, again without speaking. Jake was going to ask her if she was sure, but the eager spread of her legs, and the guidance she was giving his cock meant that it would have been a wasted gesture, and neither of them had the time or attention to spare.

Instead, he lowered his head to give her nipples a polite nibble one at a time, then allowed her to pull his body up against hers again. When she tucked her head in under his shoulder he slid his cock inside her, the passage offering almost nothing in the way of resistance, though he was large, and she was delightfully tight. She straightened her legs a little once he had slid fully inside her, and they lay still for a moment.

Jake realised belatedly that there was something he needed to ask, and he spoke, his voice quiet and strangely calm. "Jane, I didn't think to... I need to pull out before..."

"No, Jake. I want you just where you are."

"But it's danger..."

"Hush. My period just finished. You'll be fine. I want you in me. Would you deprive me of this?"

"You're sure?"

"Shush."

With that, she started to move, small delicate thrusts for a start, her pelvis lifting towards him, a small grunt escaping her lips from time to time. Jake put the matter aside, and joined in. His movements were less restricted than hers, and he was able to match her movements with a larger version of his own.

Soon the two bodies were caught in a rhythm of their own making, thrusting and groaning on the grass, his cock sliding effortlessly out of her only to impale her again, over and over, a little faster each time.

Jake was at the point where he could come any time, and none of the tricks he normally used to distract himself were working. This wholly unexpected tryst had bewitched him, and all he could do was to increase the energy of his thrusts in hopes that Jane was somewhere near the same state.

As it happened, she too had been trying to delay things, wanting to come when he did, and as soon as she realised what he was doing, she joined in, thrusting for all she was worth. She opened her body to all the sensations she could manage, and they became, for a moment, a single undulating body, an orgasm machine.

The machine worked well, because as Jane's body decided it could no longer take the stimulation, and she screamed with pleasure beneath Jake, he felt the constriction of her muscles around him, and gave up trying to hold off. As his seed escaped him, and pumped deep inside Jane's body, her thighs held him, pumping still more out of him, both of them gasping and moaning as they moved.

Gradually the now discordant movements slowed, the sliding of her skin over his became a gentle rocking motion, and they both managed to breathe again, collapsed in each others' arms, their bodies hot and wet again, but this time with sweat and more intimate fluids.

They lay there for a while, and then Jake lifted his weight from her, and kissed her lightly on the lips. Jane was energised by her orgasm, as women so often are, and pushed him off her before running for the river.

Jake followed, a little slower again, but caught up with her in the middle of the swimming hole. They floated there for a while, touching each other and washing grass and dirt from their backs before heading back toward the tree.

Jake climbed to the bank and retrieved the rope for Jane again, and insisted she use it, given her earlier claim to the need. He helped by pushing her out further and further above the water, until she let go of the rope, screaming as she hit the water. He grabbed the rope as it swung back, and he followed her into the river, showering her with water as he landed.

They remembered to dunk the supposed swimming gear in the water before putting the clothing items back on, completely without embarrassment now, and walked hand in hand until they needed to cross back over the river.

Jane made it clear without saying a word that they would need to behave normally from this point on, and Jake was good, aside from swatting Jane on the bum while they were halfway across the river. She responded by reaching back and squeezing his deflated cock inside his shorts. After that, all was strictly innocent.

By the time they got back to the house, dinner was almost ready, and John spent the remaining time teasing Jake about the chores he'd taken on in his absence. Jake offered to get him a beer from the fridge to make up for it, and they sat down to eat.

It was difficult for Jake not to look at Jane in a different why as they all shared the dinner table, but he thought he'd managed. He helped with the dishes and then excused himself, claiming, honestly enough, that he was tired. He headed up to his room, and undressed. He couldn't recall his head hitting the pillow.

~~~

"So, what do you think, Paul?"

"Did you like it?"

"Because you know what?"

"No Vicki, what?"

"It's not over."

"No, Paul. They haven't finished."

"No, we haven't. That's just..."

"...The first half."