Author's note:
Thank y'all for returning to my story! Another 10K-word chapter here packed full of action for you, which brings my total word count to about 35K, which is tracking quite well toward the 50K #NaNo goal, and is even on-target for finishing the whole ~75K of it within the month. Phew!
Anyways, as always, please have a read, and then tell me what you think - FAVORITE, VOTE and COMMENT! Thank you :)
xoxo,
Annie
*****
The following week, Joe found himself hanging by the women's dorms way too frequently.
He'd upped his running schedule to twice-daily, and had adjusted his route so that his warmup and cooldown took place just behind the elongated, low-roofed building.
I've turned into a freakin' peeping tom,
he thought self-mockingly even as he walked down the narrow path before the crack of dawn on Thursday morning, much slower than was effective for a proper pre-run warmup, and strained his ears to hear...
what?
A gasp, maybe? A hitched breath?
He shook his head in annoyance and increased his speed to an easy run, leaving the buildings behind and heading towards the Western gate and the fields beyond.
If nothing else, this obsession would get me fit enough for the Golden Gate Half Marathon,
he thought, and made himself keep a faster pace than usual. It was better to drive himself to the edge of exhaustion than to lurk in the shadows like a stalker. A man needed to have some self-respect.
But miles later, even with his muscles and lungs protesting the unusual strain, he still couldn't get Leanne out of his mind. He knew she was back there in her room, possibly busy with...
homework.
The assignment that he'd given her.
Practicing her new skill.
Joe groaned. Imagining Leanne naked on her bed, one hand working her pussy, the other tweaking her nipples, trying out different strokes and caresses, finding just the right touch and arching into it, driving herself higher and higher, her juices leaving a large wet spot on her sheets, just like they did on their picnic blanket -
Dammit. Now he was hard as fuck. Which made running damn near impossible.
Joe stopped and bent over, fighting for breath. He couldn't keep going like this. He needed her too bad. And sneaking around to make out on his picnic blanket, fun as it was, wasn't the kind of relationship he wanted.
He wanted a relationship with her.
The revelation kicked him in the gut, even as a smile stretched across his face. His father and sister had been nagging him mercilessly about 'finding someone'. It may just be that they were right about that, too.
He straightened, breathed deep, and resumed his run back towards the farm. His new resolution seemed to have lifted a weight off his shoulders and it felt like he could breathe easier, his achy muscles no more than a distant echo in the back of his mind, which was busy making plans.
He would court Leanne Sommers, publically and properly. No more sneaking around, no more stealing time together, no more maintaining their distance on the farm for the sake of misplaced propriety. He was ready to take it to the next level.
*
Although she'd preferred the petting zoo over any other duty, Leanne enjoyed working the dairy farm as well.
Not only did it involve direct contact with the animals, but also it presented Joe and her with more opportunities to meet, as he spent most of his out-of-office hours there.
Sun Valley Farm was, first and foremost, a dairy farm. While Joe had been pushing to diversify the business from all-production to include agro-tourism, 'putting his UC Davis MBA into good use' as Mr. McConnel put it, the cows were still at the heart of it all.
Leanne knew Joe wouldn't risk any physical intimacies there, nor candid private talks, but just being around him felt good. She was eager to learn and he was happy to teach, and the heavy underlying current of awareness between them added a thrill that they both clearly enjoyed. She especially loved the curious questions in his eyes each morning. Knowing full well what he was thinking, she's laugh and wink, which made him groan in an exaggerated, dramatic response. Leanne basked in the effect she had on him. She had never felt so sexy in her life.
And she did do her 'homework' every day, as instructed, and enjoyed herself immensely - both the pleasure she was learning to give herself, and knowing that Joe was aware of her doing it. It felt incredibly naughty, in the best sense of the word. Having spent all her life being the perfect good girl, fighting to prove that her living on a trailer park with her single mother didn't make her 'trailer trash', it was a wholly liberating experience, doing something so...
slutty.
And knowing that she was appreciated, rather than condemned for it.
Leanne smiled at the thought. She was driving a small tractor, pushing silage with the trac's flat front loader to spread the pile of fodder along the rails. The cows stood back as the noisy machine approached, but as soon as she passed they stuck their heads out and started munching. She imagined they were smiling at her, and her own grin grew. It felt darn good to be productive.
When she was almost at the far end of the cow shed, she saw someone step out from behind it to block her path.
Joe.
He raised his hand in greeting, and she slowed to a stop and killed the engine. Joe approached her side as she was climbing down.
When she turned around he was right there, definitely within her personal space. Her startled eyes sought his as he stepped even closer and took her upper arms in his hands, bent his head, and kissed her.
While caught off-guard, Leanne wasn't complaining. Going up on her tiptoes, she linked her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with enthusiasm.
*
A few steamy-hot moments later they finally broke for air. Joe looked at Leanne with trepidation, well aware of stepping outside the boundaries he himself had set in place, though her reaction was everything he'd hoped for, and then some.
"Um, wow! Okay, just tell me what I did to deserve this, and I'll do it every day." Leanne cocked her head, hands on hips, and watched him shuffle his feet in uncharacteristic nerves.
"I couldn't help myself. I hope you're not mad." Joe peaked at her from under his lashes.
"I'm happy to kiss you anytime, Joe. It's your rules that we're breaking, not mine."
She didn't play games. It was one of the things he liked most about her.
"Yeah. About that. I've been thinking."
"Hmm. Sounds ominous." A single eyebrow arched up, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Joe breathed a little easier.
"Not at all. I think you're gonna like it."
"Oh?"
Joe took a breath.
Here goes.
"Would you like to go out with me to Santa Rosa tomorrow night?"