1. BLITHE


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

    Since they rolled up the street at five, there wasn’t even a place open that could help him. I even glanced at the gas station to make sure. “I’ll have to check with my parents but I think its ok.” I replied, thinking, ‘Maybe if they won’t let me, then mom or dad would help him out.’ I walked in to see dad dealing with the dog lady. “Ma’am, if you want to keep the dogs in the room with you, I have to charge you extra.” Mom was dealing with another guest with laundry issues in the sitting room. “No, there is no dry cleaning in town but I can see what we can do about washing it for you.” “Hi mom.” I greeted, and apologized, “Sorry to interrupt, but a farmer out front broke down and he needs me to give him a ride to get some tools.” “Oh, the young man that saved the day.” the bun-haired woman exclaimed. “Ok, but hurry back; supper will be done soon.” mom instructed. "Will do.” I replied, turning for the door. The woman suggested, “Maybe your son could run it to the cleaners for me.” but I bee-lined it out of there before hearing mom’s response. I already had a crisis to solve without taking on another. Besides, I didn’t know where the nearest dry cleaner was but it wasn’t anywhere around here. Heck, I didn’t know where Pike Creek was but if you can get there on a tractor, it can’t be too far away, right? I met Henry at my jeep and we climbed in. “So, where’s this creek with a pike in it?” I asked snidely, starting Jenny up. He chuckled with that and pointed me towards the ...
    traffic light. “It’s named Pike Creek because it’s shaped that way.” he explained. “Escaped slaves headed north would cross over and that’s what they called it.” “Is that for real?” I asked incredulously. “Dang sure is. My great grand pappy helped get them across.” he assured me. “Huh.” I speculated, thinking about how scary that would be. You’d be risking your own neck doing something like that. “That kind of makes him a hero, huh?” “Eh.” he countered, “Depends on what side you were on.” I had to agree with him, “I suppose so.” “Think about it son, every side is the right side. All a feller has to do is ask them.” and smiled, “They’ll tell you they’re the good guys, regardless of the side you ask.” “So, how do you know which side is the good side?” I asked; a bit confused. He let out a sigh and said, “Why, I reckon it would be the side you think is right.” I was going to say that you could pick the wrong side that way. But it was complicated if you think about it. I mean, if you thought one side was right and it turned out to be wrong, how would you know? You’d still think you were right, right? I then thought it would be better not to even open my mouth and show how ignorant I was. Still, it gave me something to think about. I traveled the same road I took my “driver test” on, if you want to call it that. The sun pierced through trees and dotted the road with beams of sunlight. A cool breeze blew between the tall natural structures and I could feel the temperature drop a little. ...