It took some time for Teresa to recover from the exposure to Frank, with her feeling very self-conscious and avoiding him any time she could for some time.
Teresa managed to keep her distance, her schedule never coming across Frank's for some time, though she knew the inevitable was to come.
She couldn't avoid facing Frank again as he made it quite clear that he wouldn't be quiet unless Teresa gave him some sort of glowing review to her parents about how he helped her out of a tight spot the last time they were away.
"I need work, and I wouldn't mind finding myself closer to you these days," Frank had said following her escapade in the manure pit outside the barn.
So he asked for you to help convince your parents to hire him full time.
"It's not like the extra help would be nice," thought Teresa, as lots of things needed to be done and Frank always put in a great effort.
"I'll let them know you helped me out after I had some challenges this weekend," she said. "My folks won't really dig too much deeper into the details."
As the month of August was coming to a close and thoughts to get back to more focus on school and future plans, Teresa felt more at home than ever before; the pull away from those pursuits had started to creep more into her consciousness.
Her rubber boots and regular adventures certainly didn't hurt things at the same time.
Unfortunately, with Frank around a lot more and hyper-awareness of this newly discovered fact about her, Teresa had been unable to return to the place where she came so hard.
She'd walk by it daily, her boots squeaky clean at the end of each day, many thinking of her being a neat freak, but instead what they didn't know what that getting those tall black boots dirty every day is what got her juices running.
A driving angst throughout the day caused her to be so on edge at times that it was if she was in another world.
Teresa loved sex and would touch herself thinking about it. She'd enjoyed sex with guys she dated but never really felt fulfiled. She'd start out masturbating to something standard, but her thoughts would usually end up back with her boots and getting dirty.
The experience in the pit now dominated her daily orgasms, nothing else nearly fulfilling enough.
The problem, though, what would Frank think?
It kept Teresa from even getting close, now that Frank was seemingly always around and when not, his schedule so random that she did not dare.
She still liked Frank but was still shy over being discovered.
The day had come, your parents left for the weekend again, withand Frank and Teresa both working together for the first time since the 'incident'.
"Never understood how you always started the day with new-looking boots," Frank said, breaking the awkward silence.
Teresa immediately blushed and mumbled something inaudible in return.
Frank could tell this wasn't just a simple thing from her body language alone.
He was intrigued.
Growing up in the country, the barn was a place to escape and have some privacy, Frank himself not unaware of the allure of his own rubber boots had over his sexuality.
Finding this beautiful young woman he had lusted over in the past, mired waist-deep in the dirty muck, was such a shock at the time he really didn't know what to do about it.
But he had been biding his time, waiting for the opportunity to be alone and see how far he could push this; now with a straightforward read of her shy reaction, he knew she was there too.
"I don't know what you thought you saw," Teresa stammered out as Frank let the silence drag on.
"I fell and got stuck; that's what happened," Teresa said, trailing off in the end.
What Teresa didn't know is that Frank had been watching for long enough to understand that was not the case.
And it seems that Teresa already knew too. She meekly turned away to head off to collect the cows from the field for milking.
Frank watched as the young girl, dressed in full coveralls fitting tightly over her slender frame, her tall black rubber boots glistening as she walked out the barn and into the late day sunlight.
