Mr. Baxter

Mr. Baxter, or Randy, was well known in the small northern California town of Paradise Hills for growing the best damned weed around.

The thing, though, was that it wasn't for sale. Yet. He just loved smoking it and sharing it only with close friends.

After eight years, his crop had become so large, it was getting harder and harder to harvest and supervise. Truly a 24/7 job.

As harvest time grew near, the reeking flowers prompted him to pack his trusty, unloaded double barreled shotgun. Though it had never been fired, it was more than menacing enough scare away any potential poachers.

A tall, strapping and young, blue-eyed brunette was caught one night stuffing a small bag with his not yet mature crop. It was early September.

Intrigued with such astute pickiness, she was the perfect picture of gleeful bliss.

"Hey there missie, this here shotgun is loaded. I should shoot you. Or, just call your parents. What's in that bag you're carrying?"

"It's not that much and it smells like some primo stuff. Please, you can't call my parents. I don't have any."

"Sorry. It's not cured yet anyway. Way too green. A real drag

to smoke. Go ahead and start marching towards the light of my house. I'll follow you."

It was a long, sweaty trek back to Mr. Baxter's empty house. Once settled inside, Randy poured her a tall glass of chunky ice water and a highball glass of hundred proof peppermint schnapps. His favorite.

"How old are you?"

"I'll be twenty-one next week."

"Good. The last thing I need is a drunk teenager gettin' me busted for serving booze to a minor. Gotta' name?"

"Wendy...Trent."

"Go ahead."

Wendy grinned, taking a bold swig of the hundred proof schnapps. Her eyes widened as she fanned her mouth. "Wow. That"s she ome heavy duty shit. I see why you drink it. Thanks. That glass of ice water really hit the spot."

"No shit. Now reach in that drawer behind you, grab a fat one and fire it up. Let's get us some Nervana."

Thrilled, Wendy snatched a Zippo lighter out of her tight, faded Wrangler's coin pocket, then lit the big doobie, taking a deep toke. "Fucking awesome."

"Love it. Wow. Say Gotta' proposition for you."

"What's that?" As she held her breath, getting the maximum effect. She was a prolific smoker.

"I kind of like you Wendy. You seem like a smart gal and I'm betting you know plants. I need someone like yourself around here to help out. You know, harvesting, planting and of course, to be my eyes for me when I'm not here. You're more than welcome to smoke all the weed you want. What do you say? My spare bedroom is yours. And you'll be paid. Not much, at least not at first. I intend to start selling my product later this fall."

"Oh boy, I think I need another drink of that schnapps. Are you kidding me? Sounds awesome. When do I start?"

"Right now. First thing, I need some help mending fences. Are you up to that?"

"Hell yeah. Let's do this."

------2)

Wendy was a diligent worker, busting her ass dirty from sun up 'til the job was done. But when the sun went down, things were a lot more relaxed. It was late October. The harvest was over and the crop was cured and the money started coming in. There was plenty of schnapps and kick-ass, prime Indica weed for everyone.

"You're kinda' handsome Randy. For an old guy."

"Old? How old do you think I am Wendy?"

"I don't know. You act like you're at least fifty."

"Close, but you're off. I'm forty-eight. Young if you ask me. You're not so bad looking yourself. For being such a hard worker, you deserve a bonus of two hundred dollars. And I'd like to take you ou

t to eat. Any place you want. You name it."

Her lilting, baby-blue eyes twinkled.

"But what will I wear? All I own are raggedy old jeans and some tee-shirts with holes in them."

"No worry, I have a closet full of my deceased wife's fancy dresses. I'd bet they'll fit you perfectly. Go ahead, you're welcome to try a few on for yourself. She had some very nice diamond jewelry too."

"Really? I'd like you to be there when I try them on. You know, your opinion matters."

"Wendy, I'm sure you could make an old gunny sack look great."

-------3)

"You look astonishing, Wendy. Bravo. It's off to Cattlemen's Ranch. Nice choice. Do you like to dance?"

"There you go again with those crazy words. But um..I don't know how."

"Neither do I. Don't worry, you'll be fine. Just follow my lead. I only dance slow anyway. I'm sure all eyes will be on you, pretty lady."

After a few drinks, Wendy loosened up. A lot. Dancing intimately with her arms draped all the way around his back, she whispered in his ear, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

He whispered back, "Let's get out of here. There's a late carnival in town and I want to take you on the Ferris wheel."

Atop the Ferris wheel, he placed a hand inside Wendy's freshly shaved thigh and kissed her on the cheek. She kissed him back. Deeply. Her full, firm, alabaster breasts contrasted sharply against her bronzed skin. It was dark and the dangling diamond earrings she picked out sparkled under the bright lights of the carnival.

"I feel like a princess. And you, Randy, feel like my prince. Wheee! This is amazing. Like I'm flying through the air! When we start going down, whoooa! it's like I have to hold on tight or I might hit the ground!"

"Not. The amazing part is being here with you. When this ride is done, I want to win you a big stuffed Teddy bear. Or giraffe, or whatever you pick out."

This time they kissed passionately, knotting tongues.

Wendy chose the Teddy bear. Then they went home.

------4)

Randy lit some incense, then led Wendy by the hand into his dimly lit room. It had to be just right. He unzipped the back of the wispy, chiffon dress for her, letting her shimmy it to the floor.

She was still wearing her granny panties when she tugged at his belt. But wore no bra. Pure perfection.

"Here, let me help you."

Wendy's unblemished skin glowed as she quickly helped him shed her baggy underwear.

"You look lovely Wendy. I must taste you first."

"Please do. Whatever you want from me Randy. Taste me. I give myself to you freely."

Wendy sat at the edge of his bed, heart racing. Kneeling down before her parted, sturdy legs, he then kissed her feet, then her knees, working his way to her nubile inner thighs.

He saw gooseflesh rise all over her tanned skin. Delving his tongue into her soft, neatly kept garden, she let out a whisper of a moan, clutching his full head of hair.

In a low, naughty voice, he said to her, "So sultry. So elegant. This is for you."

Suckling her tiny, shiny bead, his tongue tickled it with her slowly seeping come, sending shock waves throughout her entire, helpless body.

"Been with lots of guys, but never, ever had one done this to me like you're doing right now. Feels so, so sweet."

"Keep talking, darling. Love it. I'm nowhere finished yet. Your clean, fresh scented womanhood is irresistible."

His flickering tongue darted deep into and all around the entrance of her deepest heart of pleasure. Wendy tossed her head back, holding his face fast to her trimmed pussy as her hips writhed up and down and all around in pure, unbridled ecstacy.

"You made me so come so fast. So easy. I need you inside of me now.

Making love not to me, but with me."

Randy's manhood wasn't too long, but it had some hefty girth as he entered her. She obviously wasn't used to feeling such intense depth of pleasure. Her legs were wrapped tight around him then kicking in the air as she pounded the sheets, grasping his thrusting buttocks, holding on for the roller coaster ride of her fairy tale life.

Time and time after time, she came, shouting out for joy. He picked up the pace, being gentle with her the whole time as her untamed body was wracked with uncontrollable orgasms, sending it up to the highest plateau of pure bliss ever known.

At last, he came, flooding her inner body with his warm seed.