Author's Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend Mel (Melanieatplay). We both contributed equally to its content, and we hope you enjoy it.
Special thanks to Pat Harvey for his editing expertise.
Chapter Nineteen
Tuesday, a couple of weeks later ...
Jake leaned on the fence as he stared out across the horses in the corral. Lost in thought, he didn't even hear Clint Gilroy's footsteps approaching him from behind. Clint clamped his hand down on Jake's shoulder, which startled him back to reality.
"Jesus, Clint. Scare an old man, why don't ya?"
"You were gathering enough wool to make a sweater, my friend. What in the
hell
is up with you? You still like working here?"
"Yeah, of course I do! Sorry, though. I am a bit distracted, sure enough."
"What's goin' on? You sick or somethin'?"
Jake looked down at the ground, trying to decide how to tell him. He figured he might as well spill his guts to his oldest friend. "Naw, I ain't sick or nothin'. I just ... you ever feel like you missed somethin', like you made the wrong move and you don't even know how much of a mistake it was because every day it gets worse and worse?"
Clint looked at his friend with a critical eye. "No, not really. I got my woman and I got my ranch, everything else is gravy. What's on your mind, friend?"
Jake sighed and collected his thoughts. "You remember Jamie, from a couple weeks ago?"
"Ha!" Clint chuckled. "You mean the redhead? Gorgeous? Body to die for? No, I don't remember her at all."
Jake smiled and shook his head. "Yeah I don't remember her either. Sometimes I can go an entire minute without thinkin' about her."
"Maybe you just need to go to town, dip your wick in some friendly gal. I know there's that doctor and a few others that would happily take you in."
"Hmph," Jake grunted. "It's ... more than just havin' someone to bone, know what I mean?"
"You in love with her, Jake?"
"I thought I was in love a few times before in my life. But it was nothin' compared to this. This, this is real. I'm not bullshittin' around."
"Where is she, in L.A.?"
"Well, technically Orange County, just south of L.A."
"But it's a long way."
"Yeah, it is."
"Not a lot of ranchin' jobs down there."
"Nope, nothin' at all."
"So ... you ain't goin' down there ... and she ain't comin' up here?"
"That's about the size of it."
Clint seemed to study a particular horse for a long time before he spoke again. "Well, tell you what, Hoss. I'm gonna set you up with a massage here at the spa. That'll loosen you up, take your mind off things."
"I don't think that will really do much--"
"Nonsense. I'll check your schedule and set it up tomorrow. You got your cell phone with you?"
Jake patted his shirt pocket. "It's even turned on, if you can believe it."
"Alrighty, then. Watch for a text soon, I'll set up something for tomorrow. We've got a new spa girl who I think will be perfect for you."
- - - - -
Jake let out a low, deep groan. "God, that feels really good, Ma'am."
She poured another large amount of lavender-scented oil onto his back and rubbed it into his skin with her strong, skilled hands. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, honey," she sensually cooed. "But I've told you already to call me Nancy."
Jake was lying on his stomach with a small towel draped over his ass on a large massage table in the Wellness Center with a small lovely 22-year-old Asian coed sitting on his back. She'd already removed her little Kimono robe, and Jake felt the heat radiating from her vagina through her little black thong. "That's right. I'm sorry Ma-- I mean ... Nancy."
She giggled. "It's okay, sweetie." She grabbed the bottle of oil, poured a generous amount over her breasts, slid down his body, and then pushed her round globes into his back. Jake hadn't been with many Asian women, and the ones he'd shared an evening with had smaller breasts. However, Nancy had full natural C-cups and she obviously knew how to use them. Jamie had been on his mind all morning, but he had to admit this was a nice distraction.
Maybe Clint was right after all.
"So, what are you ... ummm ... studying at Boise State?" he asked. He could feel her hard nipples press into his back, and it felt like his mind was slipping in and out of consciousness.
She gently licked and kissed his neck, took his earlobe into her mouth, and seductively sucked on it. "Computers, Data Science, that kinda thing; but I love giving massages, and it's putting me through school."
"Well ... you're ... you know ... pretty good at it," he whispered. He wondered what the hell
Data Science
was, but he didn't ponder that very long.
"Aww ... thank you, sweetie, but you're so tense, maybe I can help loosen you up a little."
"Ummm ... sure ... Nancy," he groaned through little sips of breath.
"Mind if we get rid of the towel?"
"Sure."
She acrobatically slid around to face away from him. He loved that she was able to keep her body in contact with his during the process. She removed the little white towel, exposing his ass. She then drizzled oil all over it and began kneading it into his muscled flesh. "That feels really good," he groaned in pleasure.
"Even your ass is tight," she purred. "I think you need to see me a little more often."
"Yeah ... ummm ... maybe I do," he murmured.