1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    hey Jake, want to help me close up the barn?” he asked. I scratched my head at that, “Oh wow, I wish I could. But it’s getting dark and I should be getting back.” I asserted. ‘He can turn the lights out and shut the door by himself.’ “Jake,” Candy piped in, “I’d like to see you tomorrow.” putting her arm in mine. “Maybe we can come up with something fun to do.” I said, “I’ll call you later.” and suggested, “And we can talk.” walking arm in arm with her to Jenny. She glanced quickly behind her and turned to me. Stepping in, she kissed my cheek. I smiled at her affection and kissed her back, but on the lips. “Alright now, that’s more than I wanted to see.” Henry called. “Sorry.” I defended, “Had to have something to remember her by.” and chuckled, “You guys take care.” and hopped in Jenny. “You’re rotten.” she said, leaning on the car door. “I’ll see you later.” and mouthed, “I love you.” “I’ll call you.” I replied with a wink, and waited until she stepped back. I pulled away and heard Henry say, “Later.” so I waved over my head as I coasted down the ridge. Heading back, I was confident that my relationship with Candy was secure, even with the blind-sided attack on it by my mother. I planned on confronting her when I got back and thought of ways to bring up the subject. If anything, I at least wanted her to know that her attempt had failed. I put Jenny up for the night in the stables slash garage and headed for the mansion slash inn. Dad was behind the counter and greeted me. ...
    “Get her home ok?” he asked. “Yeah” I replied. “I got to meet her brother.” “Really; what’s he like?” Dad asked, now interested in the calendar on the counter. “Oh, he’s around Julie’s age. Acts just like an older brother, you know.” I mused. I didn’t think he was mentally handicapped as much as just being annoying. He did remind me of Billy without so much flamboyance. “His name is Justin.” I pointed out. “Uh huh.” Dad replied mechanically. He rose up from the ledger and said, “Whatever fun you are going to have, best get it in for the next two days.” “Oh yeah?” I asked curiously, “Why’s that?” “Seems somebody referred us to Splash, a major soda company.” he sighed, “I’ve got people coming in all next week.” “Oh.” I thought, “In for the bottling plant.” “Seems so.” he mused, “Wonder if they’ll be taking it over?” “I don’t know.” I responded, “But there was an appraiser here last week.” I shrugged, “Maybe she referred us.” He thumbed back a few pages, “Remember her name?” I thought, ‘How could I forget?’ and replied, “Amy Rose.” “Ah, stayed three days.” he pondered, “She was a looker, wasn’t she?” he asked, looking up at me. “Yeah.” I nodded in agreement, “She’s the one I got ice cream for.” “And envelope in return.” he pointed out. “What was in it?” “Cash.” was all I said. “Nice.” he exclaimed with a nod of approval, “If this group is anything like her, you’ll be in heaven.” ‘Or hell.’ I imagined. I would find it pretty hard to resist their seduction if that were the case. “I ...